Wu Yi's sudden attack caused the woman on the bed opposite to scream in surprise.
"Hey, Professor Wu, please let go."
Because his attack was too sudden, the standard grappler was full of energy, and with his full aura, he looked like he was going to hit someone.
Only Song Ye knew that the other party had no ill intentions, he was just testing, or even checking.
From shoulders to wrists, everywhere Wu Yi's hands touched was numb. Song Ye could feel that every nerve in his arms had been pressed by his fingers. The opponent's techniques were so sophisticated and weird that he was definitely not an ordinary person.
This kind of inspection lasted only a few seconds. When Wu Yi let go of Song Ye, his eyes were as bright as stars, and he praised repeatedly: "Okay, the root and bone are excellent, he is a good seedling, practice more now, and in the future It will become a great thing."
Song Ye turned his head and looked at him strangely. He felt that the old man's tone was just like the martial arts movies on TV. Looking at it now, he seemed a bit crazy.
Wu Yi ignored her thoughts, and the next sentence was the opening line of the routine, "How about it, kid, accept me as your teacher, and I will teach you kung fu."
"Kung Fu?" Song Ye raised his tone with a playful tone.
"Yes, I won't accept a disciple easily, but I can consider your words." Wu Yi's face was serious, but his words were very much like a strange uncle who abducted and sold children.
Song Ye withdrew her hand and replied calmly: "No need." She had never believed in the benefits of pie-in-the-sky pie-in-the-sky benefits with unknown origins.
Not to mention that she didn’t believe it, even the woman opposite who had never seen the world didn’t believe it, “Professor Wu, which school are you a teacher in?”
A woman doesn't want to be too frank in her suspicions, so she has to test it out first.
Wu Yi was still waiting to lobby, but Leng Buding was interrupted and replied very politely, "Oh, at Qingyang University."
"Hmm, eh? You, you mean Qingyang University, the Qingyang University that is number one in the country?" The woman nodded blankly, and then woke up as if from a dream, almost biting her tongue.
"Well, what's wrong?" Wu Yi asked back.
This disapproving attitude made the woman lose the courage to ask again.
Of course it's inappropriate, because this university professor seems a little too unreliable.
The woman didn't say anything, but the bespectacled man on the upper bunk who had been feeling aggrieved for a long time said, "Why haven't I heard that there is a professor at Qingyang University who minors in Kung Fu? Do college students now have to learn Kung Fu to keep fit? ,hehe… "
The laughter behind him was somewhat sarcastic, and Wu Yi lost his temper. He made a move on the spot without raising his head, "You guys who can't even tell the difference between a drink and mouthwash are the ones who mislead their children when they become teachers."
Depend on.
The man with glasses was so insulted that he wanted to explode, and subconsciously replied: "We are not English teachers in the first place." Both of them are Chinese teachers and actually know nothing about English. The man in the suit just introduced the mouthwash in a clear and logical manner, and he was just listening to other people's explanations. Yes, it's a pity that I was still half-assed and mistakenly thought it was a drink.
"Oh, it turns out I was just pretending to understand." Wu Yi didn't express understanding after hearing the explanation. Instead, he made an understatement and retorted.
The man with glasses was directly knocked out.
Song Ye actually admired the old man's forthright temperament. It was a state of mind to be able to act willfully at an old age.
"Boy, you really don't want me to be your master?" Wu Yi turned his head and asked Song Ye one last time.
"I appreciate the professor's kindness. I have no plans to become a disciple for the time being." Song Ye replied solemnly this time.
"Hey, okay then." Seeing Song Ye's persistence, Wu Yi sighed and stood up to go back. But at the moment of action, he suddenly coughed violently and his whole body was shaking.
"Are you okay?" Song Ye quickly gave him a hand, and was startled when he touched Wu Yi's body.
She didn't understand the eight extraordinary meridians, but she could detect something strange from the pulse coming from the other person's wrist. A normal person's pulse would be steady and strong. Occasionally, a weak person would feel that the pulse of the heartbeat was very shallow, but the old man in front of her could hardly detect it. The heart pulsed.
From the angle Song Ye looked sideways, she could see that the old man's pupils were a little dilated. As a killer, she could tell on the spot that this was a state where the person would die soon after the oil was exhausted.
That's why he was so eager to find a closed disciple
This idea flashed through Song Ye's mind. Wu Yi turned around and smiled at her, still heroic, "Oh, I'm no longer useful when I'm old, but I'm not old enough to be helped. Okay, I'll be there when I'm free." If you’re in the capital, come and talk to my old man.”
As he spoke, he coughed twice more, his breath became a little weaker, and then he stepped forward.
Song Ye frowned at the rickety figure in the aisle, and finally walked up, took the other person's arm, and said calmly: "Serving in old age is not a bad thing."
Wu Yi was stunned for a moment, then laughed again. Although he lowered his voice, he was still cheerful, "You kid, you are too good for my taste."
Along the way from the hard sleeper to the first soft sleeper, Wu Yi did not mention the matter of accepting a disciple. Before entering the door, Song Ye took out a blood stone from his pocket.
"This is..." Wu Yi was shocked as he held the stone. He had never seen such a strange stone in his entire life.
"Take this stone back, soak it in hot water, and bathe for half an hour. Maybe it can relieve your cough. Thank you for your help." After Song Ye explained how to use it, he didn't give the other party a chance to continue questioning or refuse. He turned around and waved He waved and left.
"Eh..." Wu Yi didn't even have a chance to speak. He stood there holding the blood stone, looking at Song Ye's handsome back, and suddenly laughed and cursed in a low voice, "Haha, you brat."
In fact, there are a lot of blood stones in Song Ye's space, which were recently sent by the medicine store to facilitate her making medicine stones. The one she gave Wu Yi just now was also her experiment. The effect is unknown, but it is good for the human body.
This was purely a whim that Song Ye liked the old man, and she forgot about it in the blink of an eye.
A night of silence.
Early the next morning, Song Ye didn't see the two people in the upper bunk anymore. He heard from the woman opposite that they got out of the car to see a doctor.
I guess the man in the suit had prolapsed his anus.
Song Ye got up and stretched, and after stopping at the station, he went down to buy breakfast. He stood at the station of the carriage and halfway through eating, he waited for the sloppy man from last night.
"Thank you for what happened last night, but we met by chance. What do you want from us?" Behind the sloppy man was a group of brothers, all because of the note he found on the bed in the morning. Song Ye wanted to see them all by name. Help brother.
"There's breakfast there, let's talk while eating." Song Ye pointed to the seat in the corner, on which was the breakfast she brought, no more, no less, exactly seven servings.
The sloppy man gritted his teeth and shouted to the front and rear carriages, "Stop hiding, come out."