Hearing this familiar yet unfamiliar title, Wang Liangyu was stunned for a while, as if he had returned to Jinmen, wandering around the martial arts school, listening to every student he met calling himself, Principal! p>
In an instant, Wang Liangyu came to his senses. Looking at the white-haired old men, he suddenly understood that these were his students!
Wang Liangyu glanced at everyone one by one, trying to identify them, but unfortunately, he could not recognize anyone.
"Principal, I am Chen Xingzhi!" Chen Xingzhi had tears in his eyes and his body could not stop shaking.
"Chen Xingzhi of Eagle Claw Gong, the first lunar crown in our school!" Wang Liangyu looked at Chen Xingzhi's hands intently. His jade-white hands were covered with scars, like porcelain from Ru kiln, "Your hands?" p>
Chen Xingzhi quickly put his hands behind his back, with a bright smile on his face, and winked at the others triumphantly: "Principal, remember me, Chen Xingzhi!"
Not to be outdone, the others shouted loudly.
"Principal, I am Li San!"
Wang Liangyu looked at Li San and immediately recognized him. This man was a famous figure in the martial arts school. As soon as he entered the school, he approached Chen Xingzhi to challenge him.
In the end, Chen Xingzhi was dragged to exhaustion by Li San using his superb self-lighting skills.
After this battle, Li San became famous.
"Principal, I am Lu Huaisheng!"
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One by one, there are white-haired old men, one by one, each with their names, and each of their stories.
Wang Liangyu knows some of them; some of them only know their names; and some of them have never even heard of their names.
However, this does not prevent Wang Liangyu from communicating with every elderly person.
Eleven old people, and soon the last one arrived, Old Man with Scar.
"Principal, we failed to save the school, and we are so ashamed of your cultivation!" Scarred old man looked at Wang Liangyu who was approaching, and suddenly fell to his knees on the ground, crying bitterly.
Old Scar's reaction shocked everyone, and the entire conference room almost went into chaos. Several people quickly rushed out from Old Scar's side, rushing to help the old man up.
But the old man was extremely stubborn. His knees seemed to have taken root and were stuck on the floor. No matter how hard the people around him tried, they couldn't help him up.
Wang Liangyu wanted to help the old man up, but his hands went straight through the holographic portrait.
"Zhao Qizheng, get up!" Wang Liangyu sighed softly, retracted his hands, looked at the scarred old man, and said quietly, "The martial arts school was destroyed, I can't blame you! If you want to blame it, then it should be the little devil!"
The scarred old man was stunned when he heard this, and looked up at Wang Liangyu with a face full of astonishment: "Principal, you actually recognize me?"
As soon as these words came out, the other old people couldn't help but feel envious. This card was much better than theirs, and they all introduced themselves first!
"In the martial arts school, you are the only one with such a stable foot plate, Zhao Qizheng!" Wang Liangyu looked at Zhao Qizheng and said with a chuckle, "You'd better get up quickly, I can't help you through the holographic projection.
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Zhao Qizheng stood up with a smile and stood aside with his head hanging, like a child who made a mistake.
"Are you the only ones left in the martial arts school?" Wang Liangyu glanced around and looked at the eleven white-headed old men and asked with a sad face.
Zhao Qizheng nodded and said: "Back then, more than a hundred of our classmates went to the northwest with Senior Brother Peng, and we were lucky enough to survive." As he said that, he took a breath and continued, "In the following years, we
He was so ruthless that seven or eighty-eight people died. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, more than twenty more died one after another."
"Now, we are the only ones left!"
Wang Liangyu looked at the eleven old people and couldn't help but feel guilty: "Do you hate me?"
Zhao Qizheng and others looked at each other with expressions of astonishment and confusion.
"I disappeared for no reason and left you behind. Don't you hate me?" Wang Liangyu looked at Zhao Qizheng and asked again.
Wang Liangyu felt that he was a deserter. When they needed him most, he, the "initiator", was nowhere to be seen, and they had to bear all the suffering.
More than seventy years later, I reappeared, looking like a peach picker.
"Principal, there would be no us without you!" After listening to Wang Liangyu's words, Zhao Qizheng said solemnly, "All of us, including Senior Brother Peng, we all know that you must have more important things to do.
We always believe in you!"
Wang Liangyu was silent, his eyes swept over the old people again, and he opened his mouth to speak, but his breath was stuck in his throat, and he could not say a word no matter what.
At this time, Zheng Xian, who had been invisible for a long time, coughed slightly and said: "Mr. Wang, we invite you to come over to discuss something!"
At this point, with the personal testimony of these eleven old people, there is no need to verify Wang Liangyu's identity.
As for other questions, take your time and don’t rush.
Next, let’s get down to business!
"What's the matter? Just tell me, I will help if I can!" Wang Liangyu withdrew his gaze, looked at Zheng Xian, and said solemnly.
Zheng Xian hesitated briefly and explained the reason.
"A military strategist who gathers strength will eventually reach this point!" After listening to Zheng Xian's words, Wang Liangyu sighed softly and shook his head.
After saying that, Wang Liangyu looked at Zhao Qizheng and others. They all practiced military Qi gathering. The deeper the Qi gathering, the more obvious the physical decline.
This is a hidden danger for military strategists to gather energy, because as the energy accumulation becomes deeper, the body's demand for energy becomes greater. Trying to replenish energy with ordinary food will not help, and you will inevitably end up depleting your own energy and falling into
The evil cycle of "the deeper the Qi gathering, the stronger the physical quality, and the more the body will decline".
Eventually, his energy was exhausted and he died prematurely.
People like Peng Yiting can survive to this day. On the one hand, they have the full support of China, which constantly provides ginseng and other great tonics. On the other hand, it is because these people not only study military skills to gather energy, but also practice martial arts to strengthen their bodies.
Delays premature aging.
Of course, there is another reason, that is, the spiritual energy of this world is gradually recovering. Although the spiritual energy is poisonous, it is still better than the Mofa, and can slightly make up for the problem of insufficient energy.
However, the hidden dangers of gathering Qi for military strategists are unavoidable. In the later stages, the rate of decline will be faster unless there is sufficient energy to make up for the loss.
Zheng Xian glanced at Wang Liangyu, nodded in agreement, and said: "So, military masters are now prohibited from practicing Qi Gathering!"
"The ban is good. Now the country is peaceful and the people are safe, there is no need for soldiers to fight desperately!" Wang Liangyu nodded happily, looked at Zhao Qizheng, and said, "Soldiers can't practice when they gather energy, so martial arts can't be forgotten!"
Zhao Qizheng looked at each other, his face full of shame, and he lowered his head and did not dare to answer.
Zheng Xian coughed slightly and said: "Cultivation of martial arts is difficult, and people nowadays can't bear that hardship!" After a pause, he added, "Besides, there are many people practicing martial arts, so it's easy to be brave and fight hard, and afraid of causing trouble!"<
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"Stupid!" Wang Liangyu was furious when he heard this. He scolded and turned to look at Zhao Qizheng. An awe-inspiring aura enveloped the whole room. The temperature in the conference room seemed to have dropped a few degrees. "Could it be that you have all forgotten the rules of the martial arts school?
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Wang Liangyu has always held the view that you should not refrain from doing something because you are afraid of problems. This is because you are choking and giving up eating, which is not a wise choice!
When the martial arts school was first built, many people were worried that the martial arts school would teach people who do evil things, which would cause endless harm.
Wang Liangyu's approach is very simple. He sets up a judicial team to punish these evildoers. At the least, he can abolish martial arts, at most, he kills them directly, and uses thunderous means to curb all those who violate the law and evildoers.
This is the right way!
Zhao Qizheng sighed softly and knelt down again: "I am ashamed of the principal's cultivation. Zhao Qizheng deserves death!"
As soon as Zhao Qizheng knelt down, other elderly people also knelt down, saying that they were ashamed.
With a few moves, Zheng Xian was lifted up.
Zheng Xian had a depressed look on his face. It was not okay to kneel down. He was the director of the Chinese Divine Spear Bureau. He knelt down in heaven and knelt down to his ancestors. There was no reason to kneel down to Wang Liangyu. It would be shameful not to kneel down. Seniors and heroes like Zhao Qizheng had already knelt down. He, a junior like him, had no reason to kneel down.
Kneeling is rude.
After struggling again and again, Zheng Xian bent down and said in a deep voice: "To be honest, sir, this is not the fault of my predecessors." After a pause, he explained, "China is poor in culture and rich in military affairs. China has a long way to go to rise. We cannot waste precious materials on martial arts.
Cultivation."
"Now, we can only provide a small number of people to persist in martial arts practice, but this is only temporary." After a pause, Zheng Xian slowly raised his head again, stared at Wang Liangyu, and said solemnly: "When China returns to the top of the world,
When China’s country is strong and its people are prosperous, and when the world is settled, martial arts will surely regain its glory in China!”
"Sir's ambition is not far away!"
Wang Liangyu fell into silence after hearing this. After a while, he let out a long sigh: "I wrongly blamed you!"
China has been in poverty for a long time after the founding of the People's Republic of China. At that time, it was already very difficult for China to fill its stomach. How could there be any leftover food to practice martial arts!
Poor literature and rich martial arts are never empty words.
Zheng Xian couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. The momentum Wang Liangyu showed just now really made him feel even more stressed.
"Sir, I wonder if there is a way to alleviate the problem of military strategists gathering energy and treat Captain Peng?" Zheng Xian glanced at Wang Liangyu from the corner of his eye, immediately changed the subject and asked.
Wang Liangyu pondered for a moment and then said hesitantly: "Let's talk about it when I see others!"
To solve Peng Yiting's Qi accumulation problem, it's actually very simple, just replenish the energy.
Replenish a large amount of energy, and while satisfying the consumption of energy gathering, use the excess energy to make up for your own shortfall, and you will recover after a period of time.
However, this simplest method is extremely difficult to implement.
Because, no!
Ginseng is a great tonic, but even ginseng is not enough to make up for the loss of essence, so what else can be used?
Is the legendary fairy grass and spiritual fruit a miracle elixir?
"Principal, can't Taoist Qi refining method save Senior Brother Peng?" Chen Xingzhi was a little anxious when he heard this.
Wang Liangyu was stunned for a moment, and then realized that using the Qi Refining Method to refine Qi into the body can indeed effectively relieve physical deficiencies.
However, as a Taoist practice, even the most basic Qi refining method is not something that ordinary people can practice.
Wang Liangyu has always been generous to his own people, and he has never been stingy with what he has learned. The martial arts collected in the Martial Arts Pavilion are open to almost everyone, not to mention Peng Yiting, who is Wang Liangyu's disciple. He knows everything Wang Liangyu knows, and he knows what Wang Liangyu doesn't know! But even so, Peng Yiting, whose talent is terrifying, still cannot understand the Qi refining method!
Thinking of this, Wang Liangyu turned to look at Chen Xingzhi: "Why, do you think Peng Yiting doesn't know the Taoist Qi Refining Method?" After a pause, he added, "The Taoist Qi Refining Method requires extremely high talent, and Peng Yiting has no way to practice it.
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Hearing this, Chen Xingzhi was stunned at first, but then realized, as the principal's most talented disciple, how could he not know the Taoist Qi refining method?
"Qingqing, we have been busy for a long time in vain!" Chen Xingzhi was a little annoyed.
"Principal, don't you know how to do it too?" Zhao Qizheng looked stunned and asked subconsciously.
Wang Liangyu rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Even Peng Yiting can't train, let alone me!" After a pause, he added, "It's well known that I have poor talent!"
Because of a certain loudmouth, rumors about Wang Liangyu's poor martial arts talent were widely circulated in martial arts schools.
No one believed it at first, but later with the support of witnesses such as Zhou Xiyu, Lao Chen, and Fang Er, the rumors became true.
However, this not only did not damage Wang Liangyu's prestige, but more people worshiped Wang Liangyu, especially those students with poor talent. They all followed Wang Liangyu's example and practiced harder and harder.
When Zhao Qizheng and others heard this, they all couldn't laugh or cry. Principal, how can you expose your own shortcomings like this!
Zheng Xian on the side had no intention of paying attention to other secrets. He looked at Wang Liangyu with a frustrated face and asked, "Is there no other way?"
Wang Liangyu looked gloomy, thought for a moment, and then said the words: "Wait until you see someone, then talk!"
Zheng Xian hesitated for a while, looked at the old people behind Wang Liangyu, and nodded in agreement.
Luanniao's speed was not very fast. Thirteen hours later, it finally arrived over the capital of China.
Wang Liangyu waved goodbye to the old people chatting through the holographic projection, and agreed to follow Zheng Xian to the ground after an offline gathering the day after tomorrow, then got in the car and went straight to a quiet nursing home.
Along the way, Tony and Tang Ren were excluded.
On the way to the nursing home, Wang Liangyu, who was sitting in the car, turned his head and looked at Zheng Xian who was accompanying him, and asked doubtfully: "Why do you have to save Peng Yiting?"
Zheng Xian was startled when he heard this. He was silent for a long time and said slowly: "Captain Peng is a hero of China. He has sacrificed so much for this country!" After a pause, he added, "With the captain's martial arts and achievements, there is no need to do that.
He tried his best, but the captain had no hesitation and spent his energy and blood time and time again to improve his strength, which was how he exhausted his foundation."
"Otherwise, with the captain's talent and strength, he can live safely for decades instead of like this!"
After a pause, Zheng Xian wiped his face and said in a deep voice with a bit of sadness: "Not only Captain Peng, but also all the seniors who have passed away over the years, including Mr. Zhao and Mr. Chen who are still alive, we all want to save them.
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Hearing this, Wang Liangyu smiled lightly and felt very pleased: "You treat me as a national scholar, and I will treat you as a national scholar. Very good!"
"China will never forget Mr. Wang Liangyu's achievements!" Zheng Xian knew that Wang Liangyu was sighing with emotion, but he still got excited. He looked at Wang Liangyu and said solemnly.
Wang Liangyu waved his hand, shook his head and said: "I have no merit, so if you don't treat me as a deserter, it is already a compliment to me!"
Zheng Xian saw that Wang Liangyu still felt guilty, so he stopped dwelling on the topic.
But as Zheng Xian said, the whole country will always remember Wang Liangyu’s kindness.
Because of his concern, when Wang Liangyu's identity was revealed, Zheng Xian, the dignified director of the Divine Spear Bureau, traveled thousands of miles to Monaco to personally contact Wang Liangyu.
While I was talking, the car drove into a forest.
After driving for another ten minutes, we stopped in front of an ancient mountain villa. There were soldiers with loaded guns guarding the villa, all of them exuding an astonishing aura.
Wang Liangyu stepped out of the car with a look of surprise on his face: "This place is not simple!"
"Sir, have you noticed?" Zheng Xian looked at Wang Liangyu and explained with a smile, "This place has the most abundant and pure spiritual energy. It is a place of human blessing that we have spent a lot of effort to research using military formations!"
Wang Liangyu looked at Zheng Xian in surprise, a little unbelievable: "You all have such strength? You have even created a place for human welfare, it is amazing!"
"Man is a blessed place, he is just bragging!" Zheng Xian laughed sarcastically, fearing that Wang Liangyu would misunderstand, so he quickly explained.
Immediately, the two passed through layers of guards and finally entered the villa.
As soon as he entered the villa, Wang Liangyu saw an old man with white hair and beard sitting on the sofa, with Peng Yiting's shadow vaguely visible in his eyebrows.
"Peng Qi!" Wang Liangyu looked at the old man and called.
Peng Yiting, Xing Qi, Wang Liangyu sometimes calls him that.
Peng Yiting, who was sitting on the sofa, was startled when he heard this, turned around slowly, and then froze, rubbing his eyes in disbelief.
After confirming that he had read correctly, Peng Yiting stood up suddenly and staggered over.
Wang Liangyu saw this and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.
Before Wang Liangyu could help him, Peng Yiting plopped down and knelt in front of Wang Liangyu, crying loudly with tears streaming down his face: "Master!"
Wang Liangyu choked with sobs and patted Peng Yiting's shoulder gently: "Good disciple!"