"Luan, please help me see if my asana is a little wrong?" Xia Heqiao practiced the asana and humbly asked Luo An for advice.

Luo An smiled embarrassedly and said, "I can't see it. I just found a little bit of feeling."

"Oh, Xiao Luo can't see it, it's because men and women don't get married. I'm sorry to take advantage of the beauty!" Yang Xin beside Xia He teased, and there was another burst of laughter around him.

The three-hour asana practice in the self-cultivation hall has ended. Next, everyone can practice simple routines and counterattacks freely, and of course they can also go home after class. However, generally speaking, everyone will stay for a while after class. After all, compared to the boringness of asana practice, routines and counterattacks are much more interesting.

Especially for killing, "killing against killing" is also a professional term for self-cultivation, which refers to the practical application of self-cultivation in fighting and fighting.

The basic self-cultivation hall mainly involves asana practice, and routines and counterattacks are just electives. Liu Wei usually chooses a few students who have performed well in asana practice to give some simple instructions. Even so, everyone is very enthusiastic about this.

However, today is an exception. Luo An’s breakthrough in asana practice has inspired everyone.

Everyone knows Luo An's body, it is very fragile, and everyone knows the qualifications, it is extremely ordinary.

Luo An succeeded by working hard. Since Luo An can achieve breakthroughs in his poses, why can’t everyone?

Asanas are the foundation of self-cultivation. Without asanas, they are just a fancy way. The powerful body of a cultivator is practiced through asanas. Even the most basic students know this very well.

So today, the three-hour asana practice ended, and everyone continued to practice asana. Luo An was the most popular. Not only did a few male students ask him for advice, but even Xia He was very humble.

It’s a pity that Luo An really couldn’t answer their questions, because he couldn’t say that he got inspiration from it because he practiced the drawings taught by Professor Tang all night?

Professor Tang is not a self-cultivator. He is a famous professor of theoretical physics and biophysics at Xijing University. Looking at the entire Federation, he is a well-known figure in the science and technology industry.

Of course, he is also Luo An's noble man.

Luo An’s profession is a librarian at Xijing University. The old professor often visits the library to check materials and is accompanied by him. Over time, the two became familiar with each other.

It was because he met Professor Tang that Luo An had the opportunity to go to the self-study school with the professor's support. Although Luo An never showed his gratitude in front of the professor, his respect and gratitude for the old professor was heartfelt.

"How can the pictures the professor teaches himself draw be related to self-cultivation?" Luo An was a little confused.

He remembered the situation he was in the archives room on the fifth floor of the library yesterday. The old professor was in a bad condition yesterday. He stayed in the archives room for only more than ten minutes and then returned to the lounge to have coffee absent-mindedly.

Luo An talked to him, and the old professor suddenly squinted his eyes and stared at Luo An: "Little Luo, can you play a relaxing game with me?"

According to the professor's request, Luo An found a piece of paper and a pen.

The professor then drew five rings on paper with a pen, and then asked Luo An to distinguish the differences between the five rings with great interest.

It's strange that the five circles that look exactly the same in this pattern are actually different through measurement. The five-ring diagram that looks symmetrical has passed the test and is asymmetric at all.

Luo An’s judgment was wrong every time, and the professor became more interested.

Finally, the old professor taught Luo An how to draw these five circles. At that time, Luo An did not think about the profound meaning of the strange patterns formed by these five circles.

But now he carefully reviewed yesterday's situation and found that he seemed to have overlooked some details.

One of the key details is that the professor finally stuffed all the painted coated paper into the shredder. He thought about the unusual behavior carefully.

Also, before leaving, the professor patted Luo An's shoulder intimately and said, "Little Luo, you need to practice this picture more. I haven't given you a gift for a long time. This little game of drawing is just a small gift I gave you!"

It was the professor's last sentence that made Luo An practice all night last night, and then today when he went to the self-cultivation hall, Luo An suddenly had a strange inspiration for self-cultivation.

Is this a complete coincidence? Or is the pattern taught by Professor Tang itself extraordinary?

Luo An was a little confused and confused.

"Luan, Luo An..." Just as Luo An was thinking about it, Liu Wei's full of breath sounded at the door, and his shout made the noise in the museum quiet.

"Coach Liu hasn't left yet! The coach wants to give Luo An a small training session and give Luo An a guide to practice routines!" Some students gave up their practice and shouted at Liu Wei.

Liu Wei walked in with his shirtlessness and said loudly: "Go, go, practice while Luo, someone is looking for you, come out."

Luo An changed out of his cultivation suit and followed Liu Wei to the entrance of the self-cultivation hall.

There was a man standing at the gate, a stranger. Seeing that he was only in his twenties, slightly fat and small eyes, Luo An saw him when he walked out the door. The other party's smile made Luo An a little confused.

What attracted Luo An the most was that this man was wearing a federal police uniform. Although this uniform was not matched on him, which made him look a little funny, under the rule of the strict federal law, who ordinary people dared to wear this blue-skinned outfit?

"Sir, you... are you looking for me?"

The fat man nodded and smiled even more: "My name is Chen Yuan. I'm making a living at the police station in the west district of Changning City. I'm here to tell you a bad news and a good news. Which news do you want to hear?"

"Bad...bad news?" Luo An was a little confused.

He is an orphan, without friends or relatives, so why does it come with bad news? There has never been good news?

What kind of news can alarm the federal police to come and convey it to yourself?

"Bad news...well..." Chen Yuan's smile calmed down and became deeper: "Professor Tang, who has been sponsoring you, died early this morning."

"ah……"

Luo An's face changed drastically, and his body trembled suddenly. At this moment, his head exploded, and countless thoughts intertwined, making him stunned.

The professor died? Is this impossible?

I met him yesterday afternoon, how could I have encountered an unexpected situation today?

"Impossible!" He breathed in one breath, his lungs stagnated, and he bent down and coughed again. He coughed very hard and soon he coughed out blood. He hurriedly took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth. The white handkerchief quickly turned bright red.

Chen Yuan frowned slightly and looked at the boy in front of him silently, feeling that this fragile little guy would not even be able to withstand a gust of breeze.

A group of military orphans in District 50 back then were all suffering from life. The little guy in front of him seemed to be even more difficult to live.

He slowly approached Luo An, patted his shoulder gently, and said:

"This is true. Do you think the federal police would talk nonsense? Professor Tang committed suicide, and this is certain!"

Luo An stared at Chen Yuan in a daze, unable to say a word.

His mind was very confused. He was full of the situations he communicated with the professor yesterday. He had just thought of some unusual things, but he never dreamed that his meeting with the old professor yesterday turned out to be the final farewell.

The professor left and chose an incredible path. Before he died, he taught himself to draw a mediocre but strange picture. Is there any connection between this?

"There is another good news. Don't you want to listen to it?" Chen Yuan's tone slightly raised.

Luo An looked up at him, his dark eyes as bright as stars, and said, "Are you... teasing me?"

Chen Yuan grinned and shook his head, saying, "Of course not. It is bad news that the professor died, but he left you a million federal coins property and left you a will. This is good news! Brother, you are rich..."

Luo An stared at the fair and fat face in front of him in a daze. Suddenly he raised his hand and slapped Chen Yuan hard in the face.

"Ouch!" Chen Yuan suddenly jumped back, "You hit me? Why did you hit me? You have encountered such a pie that has been lost in the world. Isn't this worth being happy?"

Luo An stared at Chen Yuan fiercely and said, "You should fight!"

"Yes, yes, I should beat you! I should say tribute to you, but little guy, do you have a deep relationship with that old man? Even if you have some feelings, it's not that your parents are dead, there is no need for you to be so extreme, right? You vomit blood when you cough, which is scary!" Chen Yuan covered his face, still smiling.

"Get out of your way!" Luo An sweared, as weak as him. This was the first time he cursed like this.

Chen Yuan was not angry and said with a smile: "That's probably not OK. Now you have to go with me. Although you have gotten a lot of money for nothing, maybe you have already gotten into trouble? Isn't it?"
Chapter completed!