Taoist Qi training techniques, from the inside out, raise the alchemy energy. The general effect is the same as practicing boxing. The deeper the fire, the more beneficial it is to the body. When it comes to the outside, what can be understood is like a divine light and an introverted breath. Secondly, the qi and blood are purer, the five internal organs are transparent, and the six internal organs are fresh. The pores of the whole person will open and close with breathing, vomiting and bringing new things. It is like a baby just born from the womb, with natural and clear eyes, fresh breath and a faint fragrance.

Although Bai Ze is far from reaching the real point of returning to nature, forming an inner alchemy, and returning to the innate state, there is no doubt that his body is slowly beginning to change, and his skin, muscles, bones, qi, blood and five internal organs have become cleaner and cleaner, gradually approaching the "real person" recorded in the Taoist scriptures.

Be gentle and feel as if you are a baby.

Sun Mingguang walked in, then closed the iron door, spread his hands on the table, looked at Bai Ze, suppressing the faint feeling of uneasiness that rose in his heart for some reason, and said with a little smile: "How about it, I'm still used to staying here, right? The funding in the bureau is tight, and it was originally supposed to be equipped with an air conditioner, which is considered unlucky."

Bai Ze stood up from the chair, breathed in one breath, and took another breath. Suddenly, a thud of thunder sound was made in his body. It was not the trembling sound of the bones of the martial arts practitioners stretched their muscles and bones when they moved to warm up, but the sound of the rumbling sound of war drums coming from the middle of the membrane all over his body was like the sound of war drums when they were fired on the battlefield.

"I came to cooperate with you in handling the case, but now the confession has been recorded and the matter has been explained clearly, but you left me alone. I don't feel anything else. I just asked you, are you doing things for the people? Or what does the underworld involved in this matter have to do with you?"

Bai Ze looked straight when he spoke, and his face was very calm. However, as soon as he said this, it was not very nice.

Sure enough, a gloomy flashed across Sun Mingliang's face and his eyes were not kind.

It is undeniable that most policemen in China are still good, but it is also undeniable that there will always be a few black sheep, hiding deep enough, defiling the police uniforms on their bodies and the national emblem on their heads. This is something that everyone knows very well.

If Bai Ze had just blamed the other party directly for his improper behavior, Sun Mingliang would not have any embarrassment, but the bombardment of this map was a matter of face. In the system, what he knew was not the level that ordinary people contacted.

Collusion between police and gangsters, this is not a good thing!!

"Hmph, you're pretty good at talking, but you can't represent the common people. I'm following the procedures strictly. No matter whether it's a gang or not, this is not certain. But what I know is that among the fifteen people in the hospital, there are seven or eight people who are beaten to the ground and lose their resistance. It should be easy to knock them all to the ground with your skills, so I have every reason to believe that you are a manifestation of excessive defense. For this reason, I have the right to detain you for fifteen days. What's the point of these ten hours?"

Sun Mingliang was a little embarrassed, and his tone of speaking became very thrilling.

Bai Ze smiled softly, suddenly looked him up and down, and said lightly: "Fist is like a person, and being a person is the same as punching. Throughout history, people who practice boxing value the most spirit and integrity. After reaching a certain level of skill, they will fight the same kind of punch. If the spirit and boxing cannot be unified, they will definitely not be able to practice the most exciting punch."

"I think you are a martial artist, and you have been a soldier. If I guess it's right, you are in the army when your kung fu is the fastest, right? Unfortunately, now that you are at the local level, your boxing intention has begun to disperse, and you have no straightness in your heart. You can't stick to your own thoughts. If you cultivate yourself or not, your kung fu will be in vain."

After saying something lightly, Bai Ze sneered, then sat back on the chair and closed his eyes again. He seemed to have no interest in Sun Mingguang, whose face was getting worse and worse in front of him.

This is definitely the most ugly contempt.

In fact, Sun Mingguang was almost furious by Bai Ze's words, and his face turned red and as if it was burning.

Bai Ze is right. He is also a martial artsman who has been practicing boxing since childhood. In addition, his family has superior conditions. When he was very young, he could come into contact with a large number of military masters in the army with his father. He was also the hardest one among his brothers when practicing kung fu. What he heard the most when he was free was the strange stories of some famous martial arts masters in the old era.

But as he grew older, he came into contact with more and more things. With his own social circle, his time to practice boxing was greatly deleted. If he had not been the age of joining the army and was sent to the army by the elderly at home, in a few years, he would have been able to waste his kung fu without others. And during this period of time in the army, his kung fu would have made progress like what Bai Ze said just now.

Later, he was secretly dropped to the front line, carried out secret missions, and organized our personnel to carry out infiltration and assassination. The more dangerous the environment was, the more fierce his spirit became and the higher his kung fu was.

However, as a child of the family, it is impossible for him to always fight at the forefront of the army as a member of his identity. A few years ago, a transfer order sent him to Bayu, and then he became lazy.

He began to be obsessed with the power of power. Although he was still in the public security, procuratorial and judicial system and was also a violent law enforcement agency in the country, this was already a completely different atmosphere from the army. Although he still practiced boxing for a few hours every day, it was still different.

For him, boxing is just a tool, a tool for better control of power. Apart from that, everything he needs is not something that kung fu can bring to him.

He has always believed that what he is doing now is right, at least his heart is not wrong, it is beneficial to the country and the people.

But before I knew it, some things changed...

It was not until this moment that Sun Mingguang felt so sincerely what the difference this change brought to him.

But Sun Mingguang was unwilling to give up, and he was not a person who would be knocked down by a few words.

"That's ridiculous, who do you think you are?"

Sun Mingguang suddenly burst into laughter, the muscles on his face kept twitching, and he lit Bai Ze's nose with his hands through the table, and the roaring sound was like a lion and tiger roaring: "The spirit and integrity, when you touch the lower teeth, it's easy to say. I have practiced fist for a lifetime, and when I have become a servile person, I am despairing and servile? When I was in the army and the bayonets were popular with Vietnamese people, where were you? I took people to touch A San's outpost and cut people's throats, where were you? My brothers died one by one, and I was lying in the hospital without waking up. Who knows?"

"What can you do if you have high skills? Are you going to fight a few hooligans or be willing to be a Chinese Batman? Tell you, even if I return to the place, I will still be a real hero. I have never lie down after standing upright. In one word, I will defeat more gangs in the underworld than you in my life. I cultivate myself but not the mind, and I have no right or wrong in my heart. If that were the case, I would have brought you into the vocabulary. With the things you did, I would have done, and I would have been able to get serious damage. I can't escape your kid in three or five years!"

While speaking, Sun Mingguang clenched his fists, and his muscles were all under him like a little rat, wandering wildly, and then suddenly swelled out. The police uniform on his upper body suddenly cracked, and the silk cracks were cracked, but his muscles were exerted, and they were all cracked open.

Then four or five buttons flew around the sky. Sun Mingguang seemed to arouse his anger as he spoke. He paused and a rumbling sound. The cement floor immediately flew up, and the entire interrogation room shook slightly. The next moment, his throat was like a tiger roaring, and he didn't go around. He just stood there and pushed his body forward. One of his arms was raised over his head, and he smashed it against Bai Ze's head like a big iron stick. 2546

With a whimpering sound, the fist wind moved with the fist. As Sun Mingguang moved, his fist thrust and the air burst, like thunder.

A simple move "strikes Huashan" but the strength in his hands is beyond Bai Ze's original expectations. Moreover, Sun Mingguang's move, with a long strike, swinging his arm, like a chop and a hanging, which is clearly a set of "strike and hanging palms" widely circulated in the domestic army. Although the moves are simple, they are quite practical, especially for people like Sun Mingguang, who have a strong master, which has more practical advantages.

The violent fist wind blew in the small room, and when the two were superimposed, it instantly seemed like the echo of the valley, and the momentum was extremely fierce.

With a punch and his arm, Bai Ze's eyes suddenly opened and emitted several cold lights: "It's good to slash, good kung fu, good strength."

It is really not easy to say three good words in a row from Bai Ze's mouth. His kung fu practice now has the ability of a master of martial arts. His vision is very different from what he has seen before. It is naturally obvious that Sun Mingguang's punch is not only fierce and domineering, but also the boxing intention contained in it is even more violent. As soon as the punch is used, the murderous aura is soaring. At this point, even Hou San, who was beaten to death by Bai Ze, is not as good as him.

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