In mid-November, the beginning of winter has passed, the light snow is not yet full, and the weather is getting colder. At this time, Summer City no longer has its name, the wind blows from the sea, and the cold and damp, especially at night, can penetrate into the bones of people.
The heart of Shenyu Temple was originally a resting place for the master of the temple. At this time, all the furniture has been moved, including the Tai Chi ball that has not yet been repaired and driven by the movement. It is now empty and spacious, but it has restored its previous appearance.
The original appearance of the driving range, with the cold wind blowing in from the wide open door and making a whooshing sound.
Ronan didn't care about this. He lay down on the cork floor with his shirtless body, sweating all over his body. The heat rising from his body had formed a field that enveloped his whole body. Let alone the cold current blowing from the sea, it
Throwing it directly into the refrigerator can also warm up all the freezing air inside.
When they had just fought, the dagger he used rolled down the side of his face, and the tip was pointed at him. He was about to touch it when he tilted his head, but he didn't even want to move a finger.
Ronan looked like this, and Xue Lei, who was standing aside, was slightly panting.
Now Ronan is still far from his opponent, but after more than ten days of beatings, this guy is getting better and better at using the strength and reaction brought by the development of acupoints and viscera. With a sharp blade in hand, he is really a bit
Worried about being overturned by him. The more this happens, the harder it is to hold back, so Xue Lei is a little tired, and Ronan is tortured even more miserably.
The person who requested such a duel was the master of the Xiu Shen Yu Xiu Hall, but the young man who had already gone to clean up in his new home, leaving only two hard-working people, "consciously" practiced as required.
The so-called "consciousness" means that Xue Lei must be very obedient, while Ronan is somewhat forced - because when he arrived here in the evening, Xiu Shen Yu rarely said harsh words to him.
How did you say it?
"As a practitioner, interference is never a reason for failure. If you want to obtain extraordinary power, you must be affected by natural forces and counterattacked by the entire society. If you even have to find reasons for yourself, there will be no one in the world.
I can help you!"
Just these words made Ronan stunned on the spot, and then he started practicing Sanshou like a storm until now.
After Xue Lei carried out the request of the master of the museum meticulously, he finally started to use his brain to think. He had always regarded himself as the translator of the master of the museum, but now he was a little unsure of his pulse: "Hey, what bad thing did you do to offend the museum?
Why is the Lord so angry?"
Ronan's chest rose and fell violently, and he almost choked out the sound of every word he spoke. His thoughts revived in the blankness caused by fatigue: "I mean... impetuous."
"ah?"
"There's been a lot going on lately and I've been distracted."
Ronan felt tired even if he said one more word. He closed his eyes and squeezed out the sweat soaked in his eyes, but he couldn't avoid the soreness.
That's the only reason.
During the recent period, Ronan has been really busy. He is so busy that he can't do anything at all. He not only has to monitor the movement of magic symbols and the cloud world, but also pay attention to the conflict between the Xia City Blood Flame Cult and Tian Bang's faction, and the security of the other three gates.
The commission must also be completed, and the old enemies from the past must be more vigilant. Of course, there is also practice, study, and make-up lessons...
There are seven or eight items in a tangled mess. Even if I can barely cope with it now, it will inevitably lead to some hesitation and perfunctoryness, and a bit more impetuousness.
Isn’t there that saying: If you don’t practice for one day, you will know it, if you don’t practice for two days, the master will know it, and if you don’t practice for three days, the whole world will know it.
Ronan is almost between the first and second stages. He has forgotten and skipped two Meridian classes. Even when doing homework, ensuring time is the first priority, and his concentration has declined to varying degrees.
It's easy to understand the truth, but not easy to do it, so the master of the monastery used this method to help him achieve it.
During the sparring match with Xue Lei, in a bad disadvantaged situation, Ronan had to stay extremely focused and eliminate all distracting thoughts - which he did, at the cost of being in a dead dog position.
Ronan really wanted to just sleep and sleep until dawn.
The bracelet vibrated, and there was a message coming in. He didn't want to pay attention to it. But then, his six ears also vibrated.
"Hey, rice has been distributed, have you received it?" Zhang Yingying said with a smile. She added a description casually, but it confused Ronan's half-broken brain.
"...Rice?"
"This is the first wave of payment for the three-gate security!" Zhang Yingying emphasized angrily, "I didn't say I wanted you to treat me, so it's too early to pretend to be stupid."
"Oh." Ronan responded weakly.
"Why, was it cooked?"
"I just had a sparring session and I'm tired."
Zhang Yingying understood and saw that Ronan was indeed out of shape, so she stopped teasing: "Come on, keep practicing. Remember to take more supplements when you have money."
After that, hang up the communication.
Only then did Ronan lift up his hard-earned left wrist and put it back in front of his eyes. The information on the bracelet appeared, which came from a bank: "Your account XXXX, 1.55 million credit points were transferred to it on November 16, and the account balance..."
Well, it seems that the clue about the chiropteran bat has also been confirmed.
According to the contract signed with Sanzha Security, the search and killing operations are carried out according to the "catalog" confirmed by both parties, requiring the elimination of all intruders and infected persons. Each target has a corresponding financial reward, and based on the search results, on the 16th of each month
Make payment and enter the account.
Since Ronan appears as a "crow", the money has to be transferred to another hand, and Youlan Office is responsible for distributing it.
No matter what, the money is real.
After gaining 1.55 million credit points, the most direct change is: banks, credit institutions, SCA and other authorized departments, receive continuous message reminders.
The bracelet will vibrate every few seconds, and the message sent indicates that Ronan's personal credit and social authority levels are directly moved to the second level, which means that he is underage and some standards are restricted. Otherwise, it will enter the first level.
Very easy too.
Xue Lei, who was beside him, finally figured out what was going on. He put his hands on his hands and said with a smile, "Great, we have the supper for tonight."
Ronan grinned bitterly: "Can you wait until I get some sleep?"
Having said that, Ronan lay on the ground for another ten minutes or so. The intervention and transformation of the spiritual and material levels gradually restored his energy, at least he had the strength to walk and eat.
It has fallen into the night, and the city is submerged in the sea of light. In the sky, a long convoy of "hundred-jointed insects" is meandering between high-rise buildings along the bus light track, like a shadow snake floating in the sea of light.
The next moment, the back end of this "snake" was disassembled into several sections of equal length, each of which was a self-controlled flying car. The flying car turned on its lights, slowed down one after another, cut into the guidance light track of Boshan Building, and stopped at
On each landing platform, after a long day's work, exhausted white-collar workers climbed into their cars one after another to enjoy the precious leisure time on their way home.
Xue Lei had already reserved a seat in the flying car through the smart secretary on the wristband terminal. Ronan climbed into the car and slumped down on the soft seat, leaning his back against the back of the chair, not wanting to get up again.
He closed his eyes, but in the blink of an eye, Xue Lei pushed him and greeted the person with a smile: "Zhai Gong? Is it Zhai Gong? I'm Xue Lei. I video-recorded him some time ago."