A subordinate came over, respectfully placed a card on the coffee table, bowed and left.
"Put your driver's license away."
"Yes, Mr. Long." Zhihao glanced at his driver's license and put it in his pocket. From then on, he no longer drove without a license.
"I called you here because I wanted to take you to meet someone. Let's go." After Mr. Long said that, he stood up and walked straight out of the living room, followed closely by Zhihao.
Mr. Long got into Zhihao's car and guided Zhihao out of the compound. Passing by the training base, Mr. Long made a phone call. Not long after, Zhihao saw a car following him.
The two cars went on the highway one after another. After driving on the highway for an hour, they got off the highway and entered the mountains. After driving on the mountain road for a long time, Zhihao saw a courtyard. The gate of the courtyard slowly opened. Zhihao directly
After driving in, turning along the flower path, in front of a small courtyard, Mr. Long asked Zhihao to park. The car behind him also followed, and a person got out of the car, which was Zhihao's coach, Xu Dongsheng.
Xu Dongsheng opened the door of the small courtyard and the three of them entered the small courtyard.
Where is Mr. Long taking him, and who is he going to meet? Zhihao thought to himself.
In the small courtyard, on the second floor of a single-family house, the doorman led the three of them straight up to the second floor, walked to the door of the easternmost room, and said softly, "Mr. Long is here." Then.
, the door opened, and an old man appeared at the door.
Wearing loose Chinese-style casual clothes, like martial arts attire for practicing Tai Chi, the two huge stone balls in his hands moved slowly, making a faint sound of metal grinding.
"Mr. Long is here?"
"How do you come to see me today, sir?" Mr. Long handed over his hand. Seeing this situation, Zhihao stood respectfully beside Mr. Long, bowing his head. The old gentleman looked at Zhihao up and down.
"Please come in quickly." The old man laughed loudly, "I only want to see this new friend, but I won't let Mr. Long enter the house."
The three of them followed the old gentleman into the house. Xu Dongsheng poured a few cups of tea and placed them on the coffee table.
"Mr. Long, why do you have time to come and see me?" The old man chuckled and looked at Long Tianxiang.
"That's it. Long has made a new acquaintance with a little brother. He brought him to Mr. Long to see and teach him a few things." Mr. Long also smiled slightly.
Zhihao stood up in a hurry and stood respectfully in front of the old gentleman. Since Mr. Long respected him so much, it must be a big deal when he thought about it.
"Sit, sit." The old man nodded and smiled, and looked Zhihao up and down, "My little brother has clear eyes, a plump face, a straight mouth and a straight nose. He is a loyal and solid person, but..."
It is said that Mr. Long took Zhihao to a quiet and remote place, hidden by green mountains and shaded by green trees. A small private courtyard, deep in the courtyard, a place isolated from the world.
The three of them went to meet an old gentleman.
The old gentleman has strong bones and dense hair, a red face, and piercing eyes. He is more than seventy years old, but he has the spirit of a man in his forties or fifties.
The old gentleman looked Zhihao over and said a few words, but he hesitated.
"Sir, it's okay to speak. Long is all ears." Mr. Long said with a smile, and Zhihao stood respectfully.
"That old man is talking nonsense. My little brother is a talented person, he is the best among people, and he can be entrusted with a big responsibility. If he is just kind and affectionate, he will be burdened by love in the future."
Tired of love?
Zhihao secretly admired the old man's eyesight. For this reason, the old man was not just a god, he was also a master of the world. Not to mention the future, even now, Zhihao felt that he had a tendency to be surrounded by beauties. This was just
It's just the beginning. Will there be beautiful women breaking into my life in the future? That would be a great thing.
Zhihao was thinking wildly when he heard Mr. Long laugh, "Young people naturally have the urge to be romantic. Besides, a handsome boy like Zhihao must be liked by beautiful women. It's not surprising."
"I think Mr. Long must have been a romantic person when he was young." The old gentleman also smiled.
"I'm old, I'm old." Mr. Long smiled faintly and laughed at himself, "A good man doesn't mention his bravery in the past."
"I think the singer who was very popular back then also admired Mr. Long very much." The old man laughed and asked, "How is Rouyu doing lately?"
"Fortunately, I'm going to college."
"That's good, that's good." The old gentleman nodded and smiled.
Zhihao didn't understand a word of the conversation between the two gentlemen. He still stood in front of them and listened respectfully to their instructions. It seemed that Mr. Long brought him here this time to let the old gentleman give him some advice.
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The old gentleman's gaze fell on Zhihao again at some point. He stared at it for a long time, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and then slowly said, "It's strange, it's strange..."
Zhihao was at a loss for words, but he heard the old man's still slow voice, "reach out."
Zhihao hurriedly stretched out his hand. The old man closed his eyes slightly and placed his hand on Zhihao's pulse gate. After a long time, he slowly said, "My little brother has extraordinary energy, and his skills are now very comparable to those of others."
"Isn't that right? We have only been training for so long. I am no longer his opponent." Xu Dongsheng interrupted.
"Yes. It's just that the aura in the body is messy, and it seems that it has not been practiced at all. I have a book on internal strength cultivation here. Give it to this little brother. Practice diligently and study with concentration, and you will achieve success." After that, he let go.
Zhihao stood up and took out a thin booklet and handed it to Zhihao. Zhihao took it respectfully. On the yellowed pages of the book, there were four large characters written in handwriting on the cover: "Internal Strength and Mental Methods". The font was standardized.
Official script.
"It's our first time meeting, how can we ask for something from the old gentleman?" Zhihao felt embarrassed.
"You're welcome, you and I are destined." The old gentleman smiled slightly.
"Take it, sir, you are not an outsider." Mr. Long looked at Zhihao, and Zhihao put the book into his arms.
"Yes, without Mr. Long's care over the years, the old man is still living on the street."
"If anything, Long has benefited a lot from my teacher's teachings over the years."
"I still want to say that if Mr. Long hadn't come to the rescue back then, I would have died a long time ago. How could I be able to devote myself to cultivation in this quiet place? If Mr. Long has anything to do, just give me your orders."
"Sir, he is a Qing cultivator, how can Mr. Long disturb him at will?" Mr. Long smiled lightly, "I can teach Mr. Long from time to time, and Mr. Long has already benefited a lot."
"Mr. Long has been half-hidden and half-retired over the past few years, and has restrained a lot of his murderous and violent aura. The old man is happy to see him."
"This is all the result of Mr.'s teachings."
"It's Mr. Long's own understanding."
"But a lot of things have bothered Mr. Long recently, and Mr. Long really doesn't want to kill anyone anymore." After Mr. Long finished speaking, he let out a long sigh.
"What? Is Mr. Long going to be at the forefront of the world again?"
Zhihao listened to the two gentlemen talking for a long time before Mr. Long took Zhihao out. Xu Dongsheng asked in a low voice, "Mr. Long, where are we going?"
"Shooting range." Mr. Long said two words and got into Zhihao's car.
This time, Xu Dongsheng led the way. Not long after, he turned into another ravine and walked zigzag for a distance, stopping at a place with a shooting range. Zhihao was secretly surprised, how big an industry Mr. Long has.
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The shooting range has complete facilities and functions. It seems that Mr. Long often brings his men here to practice.
Someone had already come out to greet them and brought in firearms. Xu Dongsheng selected three pistols and handed one to each of Mr. Long and Zhihao.
