When I opened my eyes again, it was already broad daylight. When I turned my head, I felt like the world was spinning. Someone handed me a lit cigarette. I took it and took two puffs before the dizziness gradually subsided.
Turning around and looking around, he found that he was already lying on the bed, and there were people around the bed. I blinked hard to allow my eyes to see more clearly. Only then did I realize that Lin Feng and Chong Xi were both sitting beside the bed. Standing behind them were Uncle Xie, Uncle Chen, Uncle Quan and my parents. I took another drag on the cigarette, and then I realized that the cigarette was my dad's strange medicinal cigarette. I moved my mouth and said, "What's wrong with me?" After saying this sentence, I realized that my voice was as hoarse as a haggard old man.
Dad shook his head and said, "You, you have made progress in your swordsmanship practice, right?" Before I could answer, my father continued: "Although there has been progress in my swordsmanship practice, my own cultivation is not good enough. You were exhausted when you touched the doorway, and you didn't even have any mental energy left. If Xiaoqi hadn't discovered it in time, you might have had to go to the intensive care unit." I said "Oh". Although I have understood the method of wielding a sword, my cultivation is not high enough. To put it more vividly, for example, the wireless controller is finally connected but there is not much power in the controller...
After a while, I felt much better. Maybe my dad had done something wrong for me in time before I woke up, otherwise this strange doctor, Lao Xie, wouldn't be here. I felt better, and I was about to get up. Lao Xie pushed me back and said, "Don't move around. You are weak now and your blood is unstable." I was helpless: "Huh? It can't be that serious. Bar... ... "
In order to recover, I had to take strange medicine prepared by Lao Xie every day, which made me lose my appetite for the next month. Within a month, my body finally recovered perfectly. As soon as I recovered, I was called to the Guoxue Museum by my father’s phone call. Then I learned from my dad that, logically speaking, practicing swordsmanship and cultivating oneself should be done at the same time. However, instead of training myself according to the content in the book, I took a shortcut and came up with the control. The way of the sword. Therefore, my cultivation method is basically a method of seeking death for a person who has no cultivation at all. The consumption of sword control is very large. The thing that needs to be consumed is called "qi" by ancient Chinese. Martial arts In the novel, it is called internal force, and at a higher level, it is called zhenqi. All in all, this is another kind of energy different from spiritual power.
My father told me that to practice cultivation in my current situation, I must first be able to feel the existence of "qi". Of course, these are well known, just like in fantasy novels. It's like a person is a container, and you have to find a way to empty the container first, etc.
All in all, after half a month, I was finally able to feel and gather "qi", the so-called internal force, under my father's guidance. I once again performed the sword-wielding technique written in my father's secret book. This time, since I could already feel the "qi", I also felt the flow and consumption of "qi" in my body while wielding the sword. To be honest, this kind of consumption is really shockingly fast. Although I am not so angry that I faint at this time, but for me, if I want to wield a sword, controlling this sword to shoot it out as I like and then take it back is already a lot of consumption. Generally speaking, with the amount of "Qi" I have cultivated now, if I want to fly out the sword and then catch it back on the original path, this move will consume half of my "Qi". Therefore, I can only use this winning move twice when I am at full status.
In the next half month, my father took me to master the sword-handling method. Although my current achievements are basically nothing in my father’s words, it is already a big leap for me.
At the end of the month, I dragged my body back home after practicing all day. During this time, I was being trained by my dad, so I lived back at home. Today is the end of the month, and of course it is also the day of the gathering of our foursome, the three brothers and Zheng Shuang. I said goodbye to my parents and went to the monthly food stall, where the three of them were already waiting for me. When the food stall boss saw me coming, he immediately served the beer with a smile and said, "Come on, let's start grilling the skewers, right?" I nodded to the boss, who was already an old acquaintance of ours.
Originally, this scene could not be more ordinary, but this is where the abnormal thing happened. After I sat down, I realized that Lin Feng and the other three didn't look very good. During this time, things about the Bagua Cult made me nervous. I immediately thought that Bai Chuanwei had done something, so I asked the three of them, "What's wrong with you three? Did Bai Chuanwei do something?"
Zheng Shuang shook his head and said nothing. I looked at Lin Feng again, and then I learned from Lin Feng’s words that when Lin Feng went to the Metaphysics Museum this morning, he found that someone had written a row of large characters on the door of the Metaphysics Museum with a graffiti pen at some time: Murong Xiaoer deceives others. Too much, if you have the guts. Three days later, at Youshi, there will be an open space in the northern suburbs. The signature below is "Thirteen Taibao".
I squinted as I listened to Lin Feng's story and asked, "Who is the master of this scribbling?" Lin Feng waved his hands wildly above his head: "That's not the point! The point is that these people are obviously taught by Bagua! They're here!" I took a puff of cigarette and said, "Look at the conversation, is this... a fight?" Lin Feng corrected him: "Challenge!" I nodded and said, "That's easy. Just go." Zheng Shuang waved his hand: "No, Brother Yan. What if this is a trap again?" I shook my head: "You are overthinking. If it were you, would it be so obvious to set someone up? If this is really a trap, those people who teach Bagua will not use such despicable methods, so this should be just a simple fight."
Zheng Shuang still shook his head: "Even if it is a real challenge, what if the person on the other side is very powerful? Didn't you say last time that the Thirteen Taibao are not all pustules! What if the person who comes back here is a tough one... ..."
Hearing what Zheng Shuang said, I laughed and replied: "I don't know if those people are trying to fight, but even if they are really powerful people or goblins, we are not afraid. This time is no better than last time in Inner Mongolia. Now we are in Wu Ending, and the three of us have a background!" After saying this, Lin Feng and Chong Xi's expressions softened, and it seemed that they were also thinking of Uncle Quan and the old blind man.
As we were talking, the meat skewers were already on the table. While biting the meat skewers, I said, "Since they can't bear it anymore and want to make a fight with us..." Lin Feng corrected him again: "I'm issuing a challenge!" I changed my mind and said: "Since they couldn't help themselves and signed the challenge, it at least proves that the master who came back has an upright character. Although he still needs to be on guard, it is better than being tricked all the time. But if they really There is no conspiracy, just a simple challenge, which shows that the person who came this time is a reckless man!"
Chong Xi had eaten meat at this time, and her brain became bright again. Now she was gathering the meat skewers in front of her and said: "When it comes to martial arts, Brother Lin is definitely a master. When it comes to magic, Brother Yan has no choice. If When it comes to fortune telling, I pride myself on having few rivals." Zheng Shuang asked Chong Xi doubtfully: "Chong Xi, is fortune telling also a combat skill?" Chong Xi replied: "Of course not. But who doesn't know how to fight?" Zheng Shuang was a little confused. He nodded helplessly, obviously not expecting Chong Xi to answer like this. However, I know that before entering the Guoxue Museum, Chongxi was just a young man who ran around in the world. Although the old blind man only learned divination, he was also good at gangster fighting and other things, and he always greeted people from all three directions. A fierce move!
While I was analyzing the content of this date with everyone, a cell phone vibrated on the table. All four of us looked around to see whose cell phone was ringing. At this time, Zheng Shuang picked up the phone under the napkin with a panic look on his face and answered the call. "Hey! Ah, tell me. Ah?! Please be more detailed..."
The person on the other end of the phone was probably reporting this to Zheng Shuang. It was obviously his job. This is the hard part of being a police officer. No matter when and where you are, you have to be there whenever there is a situation. The three of us brothers were still looking at each other and smiling bitterly. Zheng Shuang slammed his phone on the table. Before he could hang up, he said to the three of us: "Brothers, we have a clue!"