The sun is about to rise, but the city has not yet fully awakened.
On the green grassland, there are dozens of elderly people wearing martial arts uniforms, moving their hands and feet, and occasionally boxing slowly. There are several birdcages on the wooden chairs and stone benches nearby, and several dogs of different breeds are tied to the cages.
Inside and outside the cage, there are two completely different camp worlds, each of which probably dislikes the other. Dogs bark and birds chirp one after another, which makes them very angry.
There are several trails on the periphery of the grassland, and from time to time runners can be seen hurrying past with headphones on, both men and women.
These are two worlds. Most of the people exercising on the grass are elderly, but most of the people on the track are young.
There are exceptions, such as a young man wearing black sportswear on the grass. He is also boxing. He is also a slow health-preserving boxing method. However, unlike the various Tai Chi routines around him, his range of movements is a bit large, and his shoulders, hands and feet
, chest, back, arms and legs, all moving, sometimes straightening up and stretching out the neck, sometimes lying on all fours, as if imitating some animal, which seemed a bit funny and attracted many old men to look at him.
After leaning a little, the young man closed his eyes and exhaled after a punch. He stood still for a while and walked out to the grass. He should be ready to leave after the exercise.
An old man with white hair walked towards him. The training clothes he wore seemed to have been worn for a while and were washed white, but he had an indescribable air of being a noble man and he was very energetic.
"I've never seen this before. So Xiao Tang, you can also box?"
"Yang Laozao, ha, just play around and exercise."
"You are not just playing casually." Mr. Yang shook his head and laughed, "How well have you practiced this... Wu Qin Xi?"
Xiao Tang, also known as Tang Chao, gave him a thumbs up when he heard this: "Awesome, nothing can escape the eyes of Mr. Yang."
"Haha, that's just a guess. I also practice Wu Qin Xi to keep in good health, but..." After a pause, he smiled and said, "It's not quite the same as your practice."
Scratching his head, "Mr. Yang is just kidding. I just followed the pictures in the book and taught myself. Maybe I didn't learn the right way."
Mr. Yang smiled and waved his hand: "Don't get me wrong, Xiao Tang. I just saw it accidentally and asked casually, not for advice. Besides, the things passed down from our ancestors have been passed down to this day, and the original routine may have been completely changed. Who dares to say that he can practice it well?"
Is it the authentic one?”
"Haha, this sounds like the truth, I've learned a lesson."
This is indeed the truth, but if you can say it, it shows your mind. Mr. Yang, Tang Chao has some impressions. You can basically meet him when you go out for a morning jog. Usually he is boxing or teaching people to box. Tang Chao
Chao also stopped to watch, but the other party did not chase him away. He raised his head and greeted me with a smile. This is an old boxer with real skills.
It’s not about how powerful he is or how capable he is at fighting.
Real kung fu is indeed a killing technique, but it is also a health-preserving skill. There is no conflict between the two. It is just that when you reach your age and pass the stage of showing off your strength and fighting, you will naturally change from hurting others to nourishing yourself. But it really comes down to it.
He stood up and waved his old arms and legs, but the three or five young people still couldn't get close.
Of course, the latter situation will basically never happen. After living a long time, you have already become familiar with small things like resolving conflicts, and you can't use fists.
After chatting casually for a while, Mr. Yang was a good teacher and made an appointment with Tang Chao to meet his Wuqinxi tomorrow. This was not considered a discussion but a pure good intention, and Tang Chao naturally accepted it happily.
It doesn’t hurt to see, and it doesn’t hurt to study.
It's just that it's really impossible for Tang Chao to practice like that.
It's not that he looked down upon the other party, Tang Chao thought he didn't have that qualification. He put aside the killing skills and only talked about health preservation. In his past and present lives combined, he was only over fifty years old and was about to reach the age of health preservation. As the saying goes, true knowledge comes from practice.
, without investigation, you have no right to speak, and you have never made a living, so how can you take it seriously?
The reason why he doesn’t practice with him is just because he has a better choice. To put it more bluntly, he has a cheat!
As mentioned before, the Tang Dynasty had a special ability called perception.
According to the system classification, his superpower can be regarded as a type of mystery. Compared with the kind of concrete superpower that can easily create a big fireball or make the skin as hard as iron, the mysterious superpower is more metaphysical.
Many of them can be summed up in one sentence, but the beauty of their application lies in one mind.
For this reason, mystical abilities are recognized as the category with the most waste.
Xuanma.
Fortunately, Tang Chao's perception ability is not that useless. In other words, his experience is infinitely suitable for this ability.
After fleeing abroad in his previous life and entering the underground world by accident, the Tang Dynasty was actually full of self-destructive desires at first.
Although the world is vast, there is no family member and no place to live.
Therefore, every time he takes on the most dangerous mission and is in the most dangerous desperate situation. To put it simply, as long as he is given money, he does not mind accepting the employment of a small country to fight for him and eliminate the rebels. Of course, if the rebels first
If someone comes to you and pays the reward, he will happily pick up weapons and fight against the regular army. Or he may work as a bodyguard for a drug lord who has no sense of security. Similarly, if he accepts the bounty first, he will not mind sending the drug lord to him.
See God.
Killers, mercenaries, private bodyguards, dangerous elements in the FBI's top secret files...
The identities are constantly switching, and the world seems to have become illusory. Only the narrow crosshair space under the high-magnification lens is extremely clear and real.
But God loves to joke so much. People who care about life often die in various accidents, but people who want to die live well. Living a life always wandering on the edge of death has infinitely raised the upper limit of his superpowers, and also underground
The world has completely gained its name, Ghost, Madman, North American Eagle Sniper, Gun King of the Tang Dynasty, Death Sleeping Beauty...
When superpowers were fully developed, the Tang Dynasty was synonymous with miracles. On the battlefield of life and death, bullets and bullets rained down, and taking a leisurely stroll in the courtyard was also synonymous with the God of Death. A gun in hand brought blessings to the soul, and unlimited suppression within the range. If anyone dared to show his head, he would explode. Previous life
When he came back from rebirth, he held the record for the farthest sniper kill in North America, which he also set.
Of course, Tang Chao no longer has that super-god state, nor does he have the environment to reach the top again. At most, he can just rest on his laurels and barely become a first-class player.
Moreover, after a new life, the Tang Dynasty did not want to follow the same old path. It would be great to have stability and harmony.
Even if your hands are itchy, there are killers like the ones from the past few days who bumped into you to enjoy it. If your hands are itchy, you can do some research. For example, polishing Sleeping Beauty, or researching another way to open the power.
Yes, there are different focuses of sensory abilities, one is mental and the other is physical.
In the previous life, the Tang Dynasty focused on the former, so he had miraculous spear skills, and also had terrifying intuition that was almost a prophet. Within a certain range, no matter how dangerous and desperate the situation was, he could easily escape. Of course, he was not absolutely invincible.
, like the siege before rebirth, with dozens of RPGs and indiscriminate coverage of shells, you have to lie down wearing underwear.
In this life, the Tang Dynasty wanted to study the latter. It is said that the human body contains the universe, so what would it be like to develop it to the extreme?
Very curious and worth a try.
It is a pity that Tang Chao was not good at close combat in his previous life. To be honest, he was basically useless. A bullet can easily solve the problem, right? Of course, it is not completely incompetent, but compared to his gun skills, his close combat skills are not good at all.
His ability is only second-rate, he can barely get on the stage, but he can't be put to great use.
So everything still needs to be explored slowly, but as the saying goes, if you often walk by the river, there will be no shoes that don’t get wet. What’s more, you are experimenting on your own body. Shennong was poisoned to death, and how old is the Tang Dynasty?
?Fortunately, his ability to sense is really powerful, and has a magical effect similar to that of inner vision. Whenever any part of the body is overwhelmed and there is a problem, he can know in advance and take preventive measures early.
Wuqinxi is a self-healing method that has been explored.
Of course, he practiced an improved version, which is also the version that is most suitable for his physique.
Last night, on a whim, I decided to use my meat palm to chop off the steel rope... Ahem, it's not a big problem. It should be cured in a week. Well, just add a few band-aids...
Saying goodbye to Mr. Yang, Tang Chao walked home slowly. Today is the weekend, Tangdou was taken to the Xie family's old house to cultivate their relationship, so there was no need to rush home to cook. Passing by a dark green recycling bin, he accidentally caught something from the corner of his eye.
, turned around in surprise, walked back a few steps, and picked up a large black backpack from the recycling bin.
It is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, with obvious curvature. It is a guitar bag. It is a bit heavy, but it is not empty.
Opening the outer chain, a classical guitar was revealed. The case was orange and the outer wall had no leaks. It was actually well maintained. There was no dirt or dust on the outer cover, but one of the nylon strings was broken.
Is this also lost?
"You can't guess what rich people think!"
Although he knew that the residents here were all wealthy people, Tang Chao couldn't help but sigh.
In his previous life, apart from going on missions to kill people, music was his only hobby, so he really knew what he was doing. Not to mention the many guitars, it should still be worth 8,000,000 yuan. But now, he was ruthlessly killed just because one of the strings was broken.
Abandoned, its previous owner was really inhumane!
"You deserve to live in Jiangyue Mansion!"
If you don't say anything, just take it away decisively.