Allen nodded repeatedly, "I think."
Si Niannian smiled and immediately taught him the first form of the "Seven Steps of Kung Fu", the mental method of Tiger Stepping and Dragon Walking.
"I'll demonstrate it again, please watch carefully."
Si Niannian moved his feet slightly, moved forward quickly, and reached the courtyard wall in the blink of an eye.
Allen was very interested in this technique, but still a little worried.
"The Marathon Organizing Committee has issued an announcement that the spirit control radar will be used in this competition, and the use of spiritual power and other auxiliary tools is strictly prohibited."
Si Niannian dodged and was in front of Allen again.
"Did you notice that I used spiritual power just now?"
Allen thought for a while and shook his head, "That's not true, but my dad said that many masters can freely control the fluctuations of spiritual power in their bodies."
"That's right, but not all techniques require spiritual power to support them." Si Niannian said, covering up again.
This time her speed was much slower. Allen looked carefully and found no trace of spiritual power fluctuations.
"Auntie, how did you do it?"
Allen didn't wait for Si Niannian to come over and ran over directly.
Si Niannian patted his shoulder, "Not all exercises must be supported by spiritual power. I give you four hours to fully understand the mental method. Can you do it?"
"Yes." Allen nodded.
Si Niannian left Allen alone in the yard and returned to the living room.
There was one more person in the living room at this time, Qu Jing.
"Director Qu, you have become a frequent visitor to my place these past two days." There was a hint of 'you are not welcome here' in John's smile.
Qu Jing seemed to not understand the meaning of John's smile and sat on the sofa calmly.
"Master John is injured, and we are old friends again. Shouldn't we be more concerned about him?"
John glanced at Qu Jing, "Let's look at the number of injuries with empty hands. Is the alliance too poor to pay wages? If Director Qu is really in such a miserable state, why not come with me? I can always give you a full meal."
Qu Jing smiled and said, "I am still addicted to being an official, so I can only barely earn this hard-earned money."
Bu Chensu and Zi Shu were sitting next to them, but one had his eyes slightly closed and the other was fiddling with the computer, and neither of them paid attention to the conversation between them.
Qu Jing turned to look at Bu Chensu, "Is this Mr. Bu? Your uncle and I are old friends. My people said that you took something from Dynasty Bank. I wonder who it is?"
Zi Shu put the glass bottle on the coffee table, "Zombie blood, if Director Qu wants it, just take it."
Qu Jing's pupils shrank, his crossed legs spread apart, and he picked up the bottle and looked at it carefully.
"Is it really zombie blood? How did you know?"
Zi Shu curled his lips and said lazily, "If Director Qu wants to know, I can teach you."
"Here, drop the liquid from there into this. The brighter the color becomes, the purer the zombie blood is." Zi Shu threw another bottle to Qu Jing.
Qu Jing opened it and smelled it, "Dissolution solution? Why do you have this?"
Bu Chen Su opened his eyes suddenly when he heard the footsteps, "You talk so much."
"Brother Su!"
Si Niannian walked in, glanced at Qu Jing, smiled, and then sat next to Bu Chensu.
"I gave the solution to Brother Su. Does Director Qu have any questions?" Si Niannian asked.
"You?" Qu Jing naturally didn't believe it. "The dissolving liquid is the only thing that can verify zombie blood. Even the police station doesn't have it. The equipment of the detective bureaus in various places is also limited. How did you get it?"
(End of chapter)