When he came to his master's room, Chen Weidong was shocked to find that his master's condition was not much better. The master of ancient martial arts was so drunk that he was lying on the bed talking nonsense.
The master's wife was serving the master and making him sobering soup. When Chen Weidong saw this, he didn't want to disturb him anymore. If anything happens, I'll ask him tomorrow.
He made up his mind, simply went back to his room, washed his face, sat cross-legged, and continued to do his daily homework: practicing.
Since practicing Wumingpian, Chen Weidong has not slept much. Once you practice this technique, your body no longer needs sleep. The inner breath flows from the Dantian meridians to all parts of the body, and you will naturally feel refreshed and your whole body will be smooth.
, more comfortable than eating ginseng fruit.
In this case, why does Chen Weidong need to sleep again? Just practice every night, wouldn't you see the proficiency of Wumingpian soar?
Some people may ask, what is the point of mastering the proficiency of the Unknown Chapter? How can you upgrade a skill of this level by yourself? Wouldn’t it be a drop in the bucket?
As everyone knows, if Chen Weidong heard this statement, he would definitely sneer at it.
As the person involved, he is of course the one who knows the bugs of this technique best...
Since the Wuming Pian refines all internal energy and can be transformed into any nature, it can almost be regarded as a "universal" internal energy method.
As for Chen Weidong's skills, whether they are Xingyiquan, Sanyuan Sword Technique, or Wind-breaking Wave Technique, etc., as long as they are within the scope of ancient martial arts, they must be combined with internal strength to increase the lethality.
In the past, when practicing Kung Fu, Chen Weidong didn't have so much energy to practice several Kung Fu techniques at the same time. But it's different now. He only needs to practice one, which is Wu Mingpian, and that's it.
The reason is that the Wuming Chapter can be transformed into any form and nature to ensure the lethality of the skills, so practicing it is equivalent to improving the lethality of all ancient martial arts skills!
This is not a fantasy, but a real fact. Chen Weidong has already checked the data. When the proficiency of Wumingpian improved, his ancient martial arts skills also changed. The basic damage value of almost all skills was
Then it slowly increased.
What a BUG this is! You must know that the basic damage value of a skill is generally fixed and will not change unless the skill is upgraded.
Another key to skill lethality is bonus, which depends on attributes. To put it bluntly, it just depends on level and equipment.
But Wumingpian is better. As long as you practice diligently, even if the skills and characters themselves have not been upgraded, the power of all ancient martial arts skills can be significantly improved!
This is more than just a BUG, it’s simply a bit shameless!!
As long as he has this skill, Chen Weidong can be invincible in battles at the same level. Opponents with the same level of cultivation as him are simply unable to fight with him, so leapfrogging challenges is only slightly interesting.
To sum up, Chen Weidong is now addicted to practicing and must practice almost every night. It’s like chewing Xuanmai and he can’t stop at all!
The cold moonlight shone on him through the window, illuminating his figure. I saw this guy with his legs crossed and his butt almost an inch above the bed. His whole body was suspended in mid-air. It looked very strange.
Strange.
However, Chen Weidong seems to not know it yet, and is immersed in the wonderful world of practicing Wuming...
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Ocean Hospital, Traumatology Ward No. 1.
"Ah - it hurts, it hurts! Damn you, do you know how to wrap gauze? If not, just go away and stay there! Go away!!" He Feng's voice filled the entire ward, and the volume was quite loud.
.
The little nurse who bandaged him was frightened. She trembled and tried to bandage it again, but unexpectedly touched He Feng's wound again, which made him furious. He slapped the little nurse on the spot.
On the face!
Traffic policeman Lao Zhao, who was squatting at the door and smoking, saw the nurse running out crying and screamed in his heart. He rushed into the ward and said with a smile on his face: "He... He Suo, what's wrong with you?"
"How the hell do I know what happened!" He Feng's anger was still lingering and he continued to yell: "I became like this as soon as I woke up. I still want to ask you, is that bastard eating the courage of a bear's heart and a leopard's guts?
If you dare to touch me, I, CTMD, must not be caught by me, otherwise... otherwise..."
Otherwise, he couldn't come up with anything for a long time. For some reason, when he said this, the scene of being beaten just now appeared in front of his eyes. That man had strong arms, fierce and sharp eyes, and was full of murderous intent!
That is by no means an ordinary criminal, but a ruthless and ruthless maniac who kills without blinking an eye!
After all, He Feng had been working in the police system for such a long time. He had been involved in many cases and had seen many criminals of all kinds. He could tell at a glance whether a person was really ruthless or pretending to be ruthless.
The guy who is meddling tonight must be a murderer who has seen blood and has lives on his hands, maybe he is a fugitive murderer! Only such a person can have such bright eyes and such murderous intent!
He Feng thought for a long time and didn't even know that Lao Zhao had photographed him. When he woke up, it was already ten minutes later.
These ten minutes made Old Zhao extremely anxious. He thought He Shao had been beaten silly and there was something wrong with his brain. He hurriedly went out to call the doctor, but when he came in and saw, He Feng had returned to normal.
Lie down and rest.
"Sorry, your trip was in vain, all your hard work." Lao Zhao had to nod and bow, and apologized to the doctor repeatedly.
There is no way, how can people have the ability to yell around, beat and scold him, but he doesn't have this ability. Even if he is pretending to be powerful, his doctor may not buy it.
While he was busy, there was another noise from the other end of the corridor. It was a familiar face. Old Zhao recognized it at a glance. Wasn't he Captain Song from the Public Security Brigade?
The person who came was none other than Song Xinbiao. He didn't know where he got the news. Anyway, not long after He Shao was admitted to the hospital, he saw him arriving in a hurry.
Speaking of which, he and He Feng had always been on good terms. Seeing him coming, He Feng straightened his slumped face and sat up to greet him.
"No." Song Xinbiao rushed forward, helped He Feng lie down, and said with a smile: "Young Master He, you are injured, please don't move around, your body is important."
"I'm fine, Brother Biao, this little injury is nothing, the key is that this tone is hard to calm down!"
Song Xinbiao sat down next to him, waved his hand for Lao Zhao to go out and close the door, and said with a smile: "Young Master He, don't get too angry. As the saying goes, anger can hurt your health, why do you have to?"
"I just don't understand. There are still people who like to meddle in other people's business these days. Is this a bitch full of food?" He Feng said indignantly.
"Ahem..." Song Xinbiao patted He Feng on the shoulder, raised his eyebrows and said, "Who is it? Mr. He, have you seen his face clearly?"
"No." He Feng shook his head and scratched his scalp and said: "I drank a little too much and my eyes were blurred and I couldn't see clearly. I thought this face was quite familiar. I seemed to have seen it somewhere, but
Where is it..."
Seeing this, Song Xinbiao waved his hands and said: "Forget it, Mr. He, you are tired. Let's rest first. It's not too late to think about this kind of problem tomorrow."
The two were chatting when suddenly there was a noise at the door, and a sharp voice penetrated the wall and the door, and the voice reached the entire third floor: "Xiao Feng! Are you okay? Mom, I see you are here, oh my dear baby.
, why have you changed like this, let me see."
"Mom!" He Feng was trying to save his face, but when his mother suddenly showed up, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
A middle-aged lady covered in jewels flew in, hugged He Feng on the hospital bed, and howled at the top of her lungs. The scene was so tragic and touching!
"Heju, you're here." As soon as Song Xinbiao saw the middle-aged man behind the lady, he immediately stood up and stepped aside.
"Well, it's Xiao Song, please take a seat." After all, Director He has been a leader for a long time. His son's injury did not make him lose his mind. The expression on his face was very light, and there was almost no emotion or anger.
Mrs. He is different. She is a woman. She doesn't care about the impact. She opens her mouth and shouts: "Old He, look at this place, what a bad environment. I don't worry about Xiaofeng being injured and living here."
"Madam, please rest assured that Mr. He's injury is not serious. We have taken proper care of him. I believe it won't take long..." The doctor at the door hurriedly explained, but was interrupted mid-sentence.
"Hmph! Who are you? Who gave you permission to speak? I wouldn't even let you live in a poor place like your Ocean Hospital, so why don't you just stay here and talk about it forever? Who is your director?
Tell him to come and talk to me!"
The doctor hurriedly walked away, not daring to talk to the family anymore. Nurse Xiao Li was right when she said it just now. This guy named He is a lunatic and a bastard. It's best not to talk to him, otherwise you'll be asking for trouble.
"Old He, look at what kind of quality this is. If it doesn't work, I want to transfer Xiaofeng to another hospital. Who is that, Xiao Song? Please call the People's Hospital and tell them that we need to transfer Xiaofeng there."
"Hey, okay!" Song Xinbiao stood up quickly and went out to make a phone call.
"No hurry, Xiao Song, please come here." Director He waved his hand, called Song Xinbiao over, and said: "What is going on in this matter, you two tell me clearly."
"This..." Song Xinbiao hesitated for a moment and said with a smile on his face: "To be honest, I just found out about it. I heard that when the incident happened, Mr. He was sent to the hospital by Lao Zhou from the traffic police brigade."
"Where's Zhou Hongbin? Ask him to come see me."
"Um... Team Zhou went down to pay the fee. He will be back soon." Lao Zhao had to bite the bullet and speak.
"Who are you?" Song Xinbiao noticed that there was another person at the door and couldn't help but frowned.
"Report...report to Director He, report to Brigade Song, I am the second brigade of the traffic police..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Song Xinbiao: "Just tell me your name and why you are here."