Romance of Dragons and Snakes

Liao Junhua's home lives in the military district compound and is heavily guarded, but Wang Chao still lurks in casually.

At that time, Liao Junhua was sitting quietly in his bed. It should have been the most sensitive time, but he didn't realize that Wang Chao's figure was no different from that of Ghost Mei.

Until Wang Chao stood in front of his bed, Liao Junhua felt the wind and movement in the house before opening his eyes. However, he was frightened. After seeing Wang Chao clearly, he couldn't be more shocked. But Wang Chao didn't say anything, just asked him to arrange a meeting with the leader.

Liao Junhua also knew that at this time, it was useless to say more. The next day, he reported to the top. By noon, several cars entered the military district compound, then walked down dozens of sharp-eyed military guards, and Liao Junhua invited Wang Chao into the car.

Wang Chao's car was wrapped tightly inside, had no view of the outside, and the cab and rear row were separated by metal plates, and no one could see the driver's movements in front.

Sitting in a car like this is like being completely isolated from the outside world. You can't hear the outside, you can't see the outside.

When Wang Chao sat in at will, he pinched the door closed at will and found it hard as if it were tungsten steel. Even with a chainsaw, the drill bit is hard to crack. If he did his best, he could blow it away, but he didn't. Instead, sit calmly in the car and keep your eyes closed.

Soft lights in the car, leather sofa, comfortable to sit on.

Wang Chao also felt that the car was driving extremely smoothly. If it was an ordinary person, he could not feel the car moving at all. Obviously, it was the driver's technology and the car's last name that reached a perfect level.

In a sturdy, isolated compartment, you don't know how long it's been, the car suddenly stops, then turns around, as if it's entered somewhere, stops, stops, stops, doesn't know how many turns, finally stops.

Then, silently, the door was opened from the outside, and the strong sun came in, and there was a chirping bird screaming vividly in his ear.

Wang Chao stepped out of the car and found himself in a yard, shaded by trees. The birds screamed happily in the yard, but surrounded by red walled glass tiles, tall and large. The car drove into the yard from a deep arch.

Looking out from the arch of the courtyard, it was still a red wall, stacked on top of each other, two men dressed in military uniform standing on both sides of the courtyard, motionless, as if they were soldiers of sculpture.

At this time, Wang Chao had a feeling of being in the ancient Deep Palace compound, not knowing the northeast and northwest.

Since his departure, he has not known how many dragon pool tiger caves he has stormed. But there is no such thing as a sense of majesty.

The compound, the red walled glass tiles, is stacked on top of each other, without too many guards, and without the same killings as the Hongmen Banquet. But Wang Chao always felt a sense of majesty from the underworld, creating a sense of oppression in the mind of any powerful person, a sense of historical precipitation, and a sense of oppression from the supreme institutions of power.

“Please follow me. ”

A young man dressed in a suit with no expression on his face saw Wang go out of the car and sent out a simple four words to guide him in the front.

Wang Chao walked into the house behind the yard and saw several people sitting on a separate sofa in the living room, leaning south towards an old man, while the rest below sat in a general's clothing, a Major General's rank, and a man in plain clothes.

The three men saw Wang Chao come in and Wang Chao obviously felt their heartbeat fluctuate very sharply.

These three are acquaintances of Wang Chao, the middle will be Wu Wenhui, the least will be Liu Mubai, and the plainclothes will be Wu Yunlong!

“Young man, sit down. Don't be shy.” As soon as the old man saw Wang Chao come in, his hands gently rang, greeting him, and his face was very gentle.

Wang Chao looked at the old man and felt a little familiar, so he felt like he had seen it on TV sometimes. Wang Chao doesn't really watch TV, especially when he's abroad, and he doesn't watch it anymore. But the old man made him feel familiar, obviously more frequently.

Of course he would not hesitate, but sit casually on the couch to the west, very steady.

The old man looked at Wang Chao sitting, as if Buddha sat on the lotus stage, and nodded his head in darkness.

“Xiao Wu, it seems that you have not fulfilled your responsibilities.” The old man said something random to Wu Wenhui. Wu Wenhui's face turned ugly and stood up: “The job was not done well. ”

Wang Chao looked at all of this, his heart was bright, and he knew what the old man meant when he said to Wu Wenhui that he was not doing his job well. Wu Wenhui was responsible for watching Wang Chao's actions, but Wang Chao came to Yan Jing unwittingly. This naturally gave Wu Wenhui's troops a loud slap.

“Sit down, Wu, don't talk about your work today, and your work isn't reporting to me, don't be too restrictive.” The old man pressed down on Wu Wenhui again. Wu Wenhui sat down and his face was still ugly.

“Little King, huh? We met. I don't know. Do you remember?” The old man turned to Wang Chao and said.

“Ever?” Wang Chao's eyes flashed and suddenly remembered. When he practiced boxing himself in Zhujia's neighborhood in the morning, he did see this old man, but he didn't pay attention at the time. He didn't remember until now.

“Yes, I have.” Wang Chao remembered, nodded and looked at Liu Mubai next to him, Wu Yunlong and the two of them.

Wu Yunlong, Liu Mubai did not look at him, but each looked away. But Wang Chao obviously felt that the spirit of the two top masters rested entirely on him and had tremendous hostility.

Wang Chao saw this situation, smiled and laughed naturally.

“Well, the eight winds don't blow and sit on the purple gold lotus. Among the young people, I haven't seen anything as steady as Wang. No wonder there are good career achievements.” The old man nodded, "Bai Bai, Yunlong, and you, are all martial arts practitioners. I know this, but I myself met some famous families. When I was younger, I met Doo Xinwu, and even Chen Cherning of the Taoist Association practiced Jindan, these people who were immortal. I heard that Xiao Wang, you are young, but you have become Jindan. There are quite a few magical talents. This makes me curious to live a lot of years old. I wonder what the secret is to practicing Jindan? ”

“Practice Golden Dan? ”

Forgiveness was super steady. I was stunned to hear what the old man had to say. Even Wu Yunlong, Liu Mubai and Wu Wenhui were shocked, no one knew this old man actually talked about this!

Wang Chao thought this old man would talk to him about some things about overseas Chinese people and some things about the martial arts congress, but he didn't expect it. This old man doesn't talk about anything, but he talks about Jindan Shentong first!

“Poor Night Half-Vain Front Seat, don't ask the gods... ”

Forgiveness is the illiteracy of Wang Chao, and he can't help but think of two poems that burn the population.

These two poems are about Li Shang secretly writing about Han Wendy's summons to Jia Yi. During the Han dynasty, Jia Yi had the gift of ruling the country. After hearing about it, Han Wenti summoned him into the palace to talk about things at night, but did not talk about heaven, but asked about ghosts.

Now Wang Chao's situation, and this is perfect.

Wang Chao did not think of it that way, but he also read it out in his mouth. Both sentences, whether Wu Wenhui or Liu Mubai, Wu Yunlong almost shocked the case.

In front of the elderly, say these two poems, and hit him in the face on the spot! Even Wu Yunlong couldn't help but thumbs up against Wang Chao.

“You are the world's number one expert, so bold, so cheerful...”

The old man was also stunned, but unexpectedly he was not angry. Instead, he laughed haha: “Without asking the gods, Yuxi is laughing at Han Wenjun. Please look at the lack of talent in the proclamation room. Witchcraft are killing thousands of people. Han Wendy asked to understand the ghost, peace and security. Instead, Han Wudi, without asking the ghost clearly, witchcraft occurred in later life, his own son's wife was killed. Wang, don't you think? ”

“Hmm? It makes sense, it makes sense, I don't have much culture, I barely force my high school diploma, I don't talk about history, I don't talk about poetry, I talk about Golden Dan, I talk about Golden Dan...” Wang Chao overheard this old man's rebuttal, but he didn't have words, he was the number one kung fu in the world, but culture, history, poetry really didn't dare to be complimented, where is the old man's opponent?

“In fact, today is just a chat, martial arts or Jindan, it's all traditional culture. In that time, Chen Cherning was talking about fixing the Immortal Saving the country, but he was still not a member of the National Political Consultative Committee, the president of the Daoist Association, and the feudal superstition could not be done, but old things could not be thrown away, to rid the evil, take their essence, and not be killed with a stick. Except for Xiaowu, sitting here are the highest achievers of traditional culture. Talk about it, talk about it. ”

The old man saw Wang Chao's expression and laughed.

“Just chitchat...” Wang Chao suddenly understood that this old man saw himself, didn't talk about anything else, just about traditional culture, what martial arts, Jindan, is only equivalent to an interview statement, if there is to talk about something formally, there is really nothing to talk about.

The old man sees himself, which is equivalent to a statement.

“We were all fighting and practicing martial arts, but I watched Chen Cherning group practice Jindan, but it was lucky to sit still. We practiced Qigong, and we didn't have a popular Qigong fever in the '80s. I also practice Tai Chi a lot, but I want to ask you, Jin Dan, everyone, sit still, lucky, what meridian, is really fake. ”

The old man chatted casually and the atmosphere relaxed.

“Luck means carrying blood all over your body to any place. It's good luck sitting still, but it's hard. Few people have learned. Sitting still is a completely conscious kung fu. People's hearts are like monkeys, moving around, meaning like wild horses. This is what the heart monkey wild horse means. The mind like the monkey wild horse can only direct the muscles of its arms, but it cannot command the blood of the body. Sit still and bring your heart together first, so that it is clear. The human mind comes together, and when it calms down, it will insight and control the blood of the body. But sitting truly still, a clear mind, decades of monks can't do it, ordinary people can't do it. So normally any kind of sitting luck is fake, even if it's true, it can't be practiced. Fist law is a half-hearted kung fu, and it is generally much easier with posture aids. ”

Wang Chao talked like a great god in ancient times talking about fairy ways in front of the emperor.

“Like sitting still, you have to pour blood on your hands, making your hands red, which is completely out of control, but with posture, you can sink your shoulders, your elbows fall down, but blood naturally pours into your hands, which is the wonderful use of posture. The so-called" heavy shoulder and elbow ". ”

Wang Chaobi paddled.

Liu Mubai, Wuyunlong glanced at them, they are the great boxing experts, naturally understand this logic, but now in front of Wang Chao, they are not able to talk, nothing else, Wang Chao's boxing skills are higher than those of them, in case they refute, Wang Chao just one sentence, let's practice, then the two of them will be in bad luck.

“Okay, okay. Insightful. It's the smell of Mausselton.” The old man listened, sighed and stood up, "It's noon, have a meal here, and then you talk to Junhua. He's responsible for some specific work. ”

The old man's meaning is obvious. After eating, this conversation will be over.

“Fine.” Wang's heart was bright and he didn't postpone it.

When eating, it is a simple, bright, clean and spotless interior restaurant with simple but sophisticated dishes. Wang Chao, the elderly, Wu Yunlong, Liu Mubai are all sitting on a table. During dinner, the elderly and Wang Chao casually chatted, pulling the family, still do not talk about the Wudao Convention anything specific.

Wang Chao answered casually and talked.

At this point, outside the quiet dining room suddenly came a noise from a child, and then a five- or six-year-old boy jumped in, followed by a girl.

“Hmm? You? ”

At this moment, the girl saw Wang Chao at a glance. Surprised.

Wang Chao also recognized this girl. It was Cao Jingjing's good friend Su Xiaoyue yesterday.

“This Su Xiaoyue is not easy! To be able to get in and out of here?” Wang Chao was also surprised.

“Grandpa, Grandpa.” That's when the little boy walked up to the old man and shouted.

“Shut up, Grandpa.” Su Xiaoyue hastily grabbed the little boy.

“You can't catch me, I'm Ottoman...” This little boy saw Su Xiaoyue go after him. He jumped away in a hurry. His hand drew an Ottoman position, which made Su Xiaoyue cry.

Wang Chao watched, his heart moved slightly and waved: “Children, we don't learn Ottoman, we learn something more powerful than Ottoman. ”

“What's better than Ottoman?” The little boy stopped and looked at Wang Chao.

“Of course it's a fairy.” Wang Chao laughed and patted his hand gently. The porcelain bowl on the table was thrown at his disposal. It landed steadily on the ground within two meters, without any bumps.

“Look, I'm a fairy, I can throw up a flying sword. Biotman's good at it.” Wang Chao spoke with a slight mouth, a white light emitted from his mouth, just above the porcelain bowl, collapsed! The porcelain bowl cracked. Scattered to the ground.

Wang Chao's mouth was only slightly exhaled. He didn't make a full vowel, but he didn't hurt his brain. If he makes a vowel, he can exhale to kill within two meters, which is at least ten times more powerful. But now it's a joke, lest this kid learn to play Ultraman, just break the porcelain bowl, “Sword Fairy!” Everyone present was shocked, especially Wuyunlong, Liu Mubai. Forgive them for their boxing into Dandao, and their eyes flashed with deep fear.

“White, Yunlong. You guys have been in contact with Long Eyebrow lately, I was going to kill him at the martial arts convention, but now that I think about it, I'm overwhelmed and invincible, I'll kill him once, if I'm lonely, please let him know, so that he can be prepared.” Wang Chao turned to Wuyunlong, Liu Mubai.

The faces of the two are extremely ugly.

“Fairy, Flying Sword, I'm not learning about Ottoman anymore, I'm learning about fairy. Are you Uncle Fairy?” The boy didn't understand what Wang Chao said. He just watched and suddenly came over, pulling Wang Chao's clothes and shaking them vigorously.

“Of course I'm a fairy.” Wang Chao touched the little boy's head and smiled gently.

Su Xiaoyue looked at the scene and was shocked.

“Hey, it is the Jiangshan Dynasty with talent, each leading the wind for hundreds of years.” The old man was not surprised to see it, but exclaimed. "When I was younger, I saw Doo Xinwu's performance. I also saw Li Yaoshen's performance, Wu Tunan's famous martial artists. It's not as amazing as yours. ”

(To be continued)