About ten minutes later, Hua Ming and the other five were taken to a nearby police station. It was already off duty, and there was no one else in the entire police station except a middle-aged man on duty.
The cause of the matter was quickly found out. In the end, the samurai only received compensation for Hua Ming's medical expenses and did not take them to court. However, the owner of the restaurant was so hateful that he actually wanted to blackmail Hua Ming for a large amount of money.
Hua Ming agreed to the compensation with a smile.
An hour later, they came out of the police station and looked at the brightly lit night scene. Hua Ming decided that his plan would be implemented the day after tomorrow. "Fu Wanqing, come to me at the Tokyo Hotel at 9:30 tomorrow morning and start teaching me."
, I’ll give you ten days’ salary in advance, and then we’ll take our leave!”
Fu Wanqing felt really lucky to have met such a kind-hearted Chinese. She did not reject Hua Ming's kindness, but she secretly made a decision in her heart.
As soon as they returned to the hotel, Hua Ming asked them to rest. The hotel's layout was quite luxurious. After a while, Hua Ming, wearing a bath towel, walked out of the bathroom and turned on the large plasma LCD TV.
The programs were all in Fuso, so he had to keep changing channels, and finally he had no choice but to turn off the TV.
Suddenly, the phone on the bedside rang. Hua Ming walked over and picked up the phone, and a soft female voice came from the phone, "Is it the hotel girl?" However, he couldn't understand what the other party said, so he had to hang up the phone.
But after a while, the phone rang again. Hua Ming answered it this time, but what came from the phone was very poor Chinese: "Excuse me, sir, do you need any special services?"
"Haha, I'm sorry, I don't need it right now!" Hua Ming hung up the phone with an evil smile on his lips, "Interesting! Interesting!"
Cross-legged on the soft mattress, he recalled the posture and direction of the sixth picture of Zuwujue in his mind. It had been nearly a month since his breakthrough, and he had no clue about the sixth picture, so now he started to study the sixth picture again.
Picture.
Two hours later, Hua Ming opened his eyes in frustration. He still had no clue. In desperation, he had to practice the first to fifth pictures again.
But this time he discovered something unusual, because he found that the witchcraft power flowing in the meridians had a tendency to liquefy. He had never practiced the Five Blessing Pictures continuously before, and he was surprised, so he went from the first picture to the fifth picture again.
After practicing the picture again for an hour, he observed that the witchcraft power in his veins had changed again. It seemed to be a little thicker than before, but the change was very small.
Suddenly, he thought that there seemed to be similar experiences in the novels he had read before, so he had an idea whether he could mix up the order of the five pictures of blessings and practice. He did it as soon as he thought of it, starting from the first picture, so his whole
The body became extremely distorted, and then changed into the third picture. His body moved quickly again, but the running one
The posture was extremely weird. When he was halfway through the practice of the third picture, Hua Ming felt happy because he felt that the witchcraft power in his body was rapidly changing into a liquid state, almost a hundred times greater than the small change just now.
Above, he had a hunch that if the witchcraft power in his body was completely transformed into liquid, the power of the attack would be at least dozens of times higher.
When the practice of the third picture was completed, the magic power in a small section of veins had been completely transformed into a liquid form, but then he hesitated whether to practice the fifth picture or the second picture. After hesitating for a while, he
I still chose the second picture because the movements in the second picture are less powerful and the damage will be less even if I make a mistake.
But when he assumed the posture in the second picture, the witch power in his body rioted. "Chi Chi", the witch power with super attack power tore the meridians in an instant, and a heartbreaking pain suddenly burst from his body.
Hua Ming was horrified and quickly stopped practicing the second picture. Even so, most of the meridians in his body were injured.
Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. The pain of injured meridians was not something ordinary people could bear. The pain in his body now made Hua Ming wish he could faint right away.
But he knew that if he was allowed to faint, it would not do any good to his injury, so he forced himself to start practicing according to the posture in the first picture.
Twisted movements, difficult movements, eyes slightly closed, Hua Ming's body seemed to be trembling. Gradually, he felt a cool breath coming from his body, constantly repairing the injured meridians, and slowly repaired with the flow of cool breath.
Touch the injured meridians.
Finally, when Hua Ming opened his eyes again, there was a hint of joy in the corner of his mouth, "The meridians are finally completely restored!" The meridians in the body are very important to every cultivator, even the alternative cultivator Hua Ming
The same thing is true. If there are no meridians, the witchcraft power in his body will not be able to leak out of the body at all, so the role of the meridians is quite weak.
"Haha, boss, you finally woke up, woohoo!" Liu Da looked excited and rushed forward to hug Hua Ming.
"Young Master Hua, you're awake." A Fei was also a little excited.
"Master, you're awake!" Kimura smiled innocently.
Hua Ming nodded lightly, then pushed Liu Da away and said, "By the way, the Fu Wanqing I invited to teach me Fusang language hasn't arrived yet? It seems like it's ten o'clock now!"
"Boss, she has been here many times, but every time you didn't wake up. She also came today, but she left again when she saw that you didn't wake up!"
"Did I spend a lot of time healing this time?" Hua Ming was confused.
"Boss, you have really been practicing for a long time this time. You have been practicing for a month!"
"What month?" Hua Ming exclaimed. He didn't expect that a short healing session actually took a month!
"Okay, I was wrong. Let me go and invite you all to have a meal. Haha, I heard you said that I have been practicing for a month and I am really hungry!"
The Tokyo Hotel is equipped with a special restaurant, and on the second floor, four young men with different styles walked into the restaurant, attracting the attention of many diners. It was rare to see local Fuso people dining here, all of whom were from European and American countries.
people.
Hua Ming glanced at it casually, and then called the waiter to order. Hua Ming really had a headache when faced with those fuso fonts that were twisted and resembled Chinese characters. He handed the recipe to Kimura and looked around casually.
Suddenly, he found that in a small corner of the restaurant, there was actually a person sitting in a black one-piece robe to cover himself tightly. There was an icy aura about that person, and the waiter who was practicing ordering stood there.
The body in front of him seemed to be shaking.
What others felt was cold, but what Hua Ming felt was an extremely hidden and delicate aura of death.