Ronan hurriedly rushed out. The metal door sensed the human body and opened to both sides. Driver Qin also followed out, still not saying a word, as if nothing had happened just now.
The couple carefully avoided someone who was suspected of being mentally ill and took the elevator up. After all, Ronan was tender-faced and could not help but feel embarrassed, and repeated what he had said before: "I'm sorry, Brother Qin, I just got distracted."
Driver Qin still smiled: "It's okay, Mr. Luo, shall we go back now?"
"Well, go back." As he spoke, Ronan closed the notebook and did not dare to look at it any more. Nowadays, various matters such as cultivation, gears, business outsourcing, and security threats are crowded together. If he studies more notes, even if he
I'm afraid I won't be able to survive it if I tear it into three halves.
But after sitting in the car and thinking about it in the silent atmosphere for a while, Ronan couldn't hold on anymore. All kinds of thoughts came to him, some of which were particularly outrageous:
"The theory of root, root nature, and root machine taught by the museum owner can be used to judge the innate mind and nature, which can echo the sketch of life; the Nine Apertures and Six Roots Internal Refining Method is a means of polishing oneself, which can form a more realistic 'self-portrait'; Grandpa
Most of what is recorded in the notes are targeted drugs that affect the human nervous system... If we do not consider the issue of theoretical integration and just make a reference, maybe there will be progress?"
Oh my, what should I do if I can't bear it anymore?
Ronan picked up the stacked notebooks and patted his forehead. He felt distressed and yearning at the same time. The emotions welling up in his heart were rising one after another, making him restless. He wanted to test his ideas, but he didn't know where to start.
Where to start? This time it’s not because I’m confused, but because there are so many places to start.
Yes, at this moment, the light of inspiration in Ronan's mind was like lightning in a thunderstorm, flashing violently in his mind, hundreds of thousands of them in an instant, like a golden snake dancing wildly, all striking at the apex of his heart.
The more he thought about it, the more tortured he became. Ronan was sitting in the passenger seat, holding a notebook against his head. In the end, he was defeated by the impulse of inspiration. He took a breath of cold air in his mouth, opened the brown leather notebook, and was about to write something down, but finally got some ideas.
The son still had his wits about him, so he turned back to his notebook, found a blank space, and started writing furiously.
Judgment skills, internal refining methods, spiritual potions, life sketches... some of these related knowledge are familiar and flowing, and some only exist as concepts. But when they refer to each other and are connected, they are formed unconsciously.
A vague and grand network, covering everything and explaining everything.
The aura is like lightning, but the writing speed is still too slow.
Ronan's legs were shaking with anxiety, and the handwriting he wrote, even the first line, was barely neat, but later on, it was so sloppy that it was almost useless. Many of his ideas were simply replaced by simple symbols, and some were even arbitrary outlines based on his emotions.
.
In this way, Ronan quickly filled up the front and back pages of the paper, until his mind suddenly became empty and the pen tip could not be put down no matter what, and this burst of inspiration came to an abrupt end.
Maybe I only remembered 50%... No, 30%!
There were beads of sweat on Ronan's palms, back, and forehead. He didn't care, he just read through the pages he had recorded earlier from beginning to end. He tried to recall and interpret some things that were too sloppy and abstract.
, and then re-note and supplement.
He was racing against time, memory, and the most mysterious inspiration. In this way, he flipped through page after page, annotated, and added, and soon he filled in six or seven blank pages at the end, which was twice as many as the original record.
More.
Then I read it for the third time. This time, the pressure was much lighter. I read the full ten pages again and became more relaxed as I went to the back.
Very good. I made up for it in a timely manner. I am sure that more than 50% of the ideas have left traces, and some of them are quite detailed...
The bracelet vibrated. At first Ronan ignored it, but then Driver Qin coughed and reminded him. He glanced at it, and his scalp felt tight:
"Hey, aunt?"
"Where are you? What time is it and you still haven't come home!" Ms. Luo Shuqing's tone was very depressed, and the low pressure was covering her. She was probably really angry.
"I'm..." Ronan was stunned, yes, where is he?
Turning to look at the cab, Driver Qin turned on the headlights and signaled him to look at the sign ahead. Ronan saw the road sign and read along: "I'm on Rongxing Street, ahem, just outside the community. I'll be there soon.
"
At this time, Ronan had time to confirm the time. It was better not to look at it. When he looked at it, his face was twitching: 23:47, which was almost midnight.
It was also at this moment that Ronan confirmed that the security car he was riding in had been parked outside the community for an unknown period of time. In the driver's seat, Driver Qin sat quietly and remained silent until now. This was his usual style.
Ronan must express his gratitude, otherwise he would not be able to have a ten-page record of inspiration if he was really disturbed in the process of tracing back his inspiration.
"Brother Qin, thank you very much." Ronan's clumsy tongue showed weakness again, and he got stuck at this point. He didn't know what to say for a while.
Driver Qin laughed again and said a rare long sentence: "I never have time to practice martial arts, especially when I just learned a new move... When I first learned martial arts, I just learned the skills from the teacher, and I was scratching my head and hating it.
You can't learn it the next day. Even less so when you develop superpowers.
People are considerate, and Ronan's embarrassment is relieved a lot. Besides, he is already at the gate of the community, so he is not in a hurry to go back. With his current state of mind, he still has a bunch of suitcases and medicine boxes, so he can take it back directly.
Give the consequences of confiscation.
Ronan slowly calmed his breathing, calmed his mind, and casually asked about driver Qin's situation, just to relax and chat: "Brother Qin is also a martial artist, with both supernatural powers?"
Driver Qin nodded slightly: "I first learned kung fu at the Liuhe Hall, and somehow my abilities improved. Later, my kung fu became more and more impure, which made the master angry."
He spoke modestly, but Ronan was in awe: "Liuhe Hall, it turns out that Brother Qin is a disciple of Mr. Juju."
That Mr. Big Arm, who had thick and abnormal arms, left a deep impression on Ronan. It was incredible to see the force of his physical body, through steel, and the power of his fists. Later, Ronan learned that in Xia City, Mr. Big Arm
He is one of the top ten strong men in terms of physical strength, and he is also among the best at the B-level level.
Driver Qin also highly praised Juji: "Sir, he only trains the physical body, and his kung fu is very pure. Not to mention that I have supernatural powers that distract my mind, my temperament is quite average, and I am not suitable for your boxing skills.
I can only learn a little bit."
"Can't supernatural powers and martial arts promote each other?"
Driver Qin smiled: "My abilities focus on defense, while my husband's boxing skills focus on instant bursts. After all, there are irreconcilable points between the two sides..."
Ronan hummed and subconsciously looked at Driver Qin, but he forgot that he was now in high spirits and his soul power was particularly active, so he unconsciously wanted to watch him.
In an instant, Driver Qin's body seemed to disappear, and a group of simple "stars" were arranged in it and connected with each other, forming a strange image.
This is a sketch of life... Well, there's more!
(Chapter 2 was a few minutes late yesterday, I hope everyone understands it...)