Ye Lan looked at his watch. It was engraved with gilt Roman numerals. The hour and second hands were inlaid with reflective materials. The pure black dial made the whole watch look very high-end.
Ye Lan walked to Zhang Zhendong's tent and opened the curtain with her right hand, "Zhendong, get up, it's dawn."
Because of his thoughts last night, Zhang Zhendong went to bed very late, and now he is still confused and immersed in his own dreams.
"It's still dark here."
Ye Lan thought that this kid wouldn't be too sad. He pointed at the black sky in the bag and said with a wry smile, "You must have fainted from sleep. How can there be daylight in the bag?"
Ye Lan looked carefully into the tent and saw that Zhang Zhendong's pillow was wet with tears, and the marching quilt was also soaked.
Zhang Zhendong's eye sockets are sunken, and the tear marks on both sides of his nose are still clearly visible, but the youthful look on his face has not diminished at all, and his eyes are full of determination.
"I don't want to be your drag! I also want to use Kun Qi like you. I don't want to be stung and stepped on like an ant!"
Zhang Zhendong slapped his chest with his right hand and said decisively, "I... want to become stronger!"
Kun Qi is the beginning of all things and comes from the breath of nature. Everything in the world has breath, and people are no exception. Kun Qi accompanies the birth, old age, illness and death of living things. Although Kun Qi exists in every living thing, it is difficult to master its use.
Extremely difficult.
There are very few people who can stimulate Kun Qi in their bodies, and those who can skillfully use it are even rarer.
To stimulate the Kun Qi in the body not only requires extremely hard training, but also a certain amount of talent. Not just anyone can inspire and use it skillfully.
Kun Qi is like a thin veil, erratic and unpredictable. You can't grasp it or see it. But if you want to feel the Kun Qi in your body, you have to see and grasp this veil.
The use of Kun Qi is not necessarily safe. If the amount used exceeds one's own limit, it will destroy one's own foundation.
It can range from severe damage to vitality to severe death.
Ye Lan dragged his chin and thought for a long time, because he didn't know what the talent of the young man in front of him was. It would be great if he had such talent.
But if not, then this young man would really have no light left in his heart.
Everyone wants to possess the magical power of Kun Qi, but the road to obtaining this power is extremely bumpy.
There are many people in history who have ulterior motives and want to obtain this kind of power through simple and crude methods.
The Qin organization located in the Ghost Sea became obsessed with this power and conducted a large number of experiments.
Finally - Guwan was born.
Gu Pill is a special pill that allows ordinary people to use Kun Qi, and its production process is inhumane.
People who have taken this pill will have blood-red pupils due to side effects, but ordinary people cannot control and absorb this power in a short period of time. The externalization of Kun Qi promotes the growth of muscles and bones, making the person who takes it extremely strong.
It becomes what people call a stinger.
Gu Pills are also highly addictive and can cause great damage to the foundation of the body. If a person who takes Gu Pills stops taking them after a period of time, he or she will bleed from the orifices and die quickly.
Looking at Zhang Zhendong's bright and firm eyes, Ye Lan recalled that childhood self, the child who begged and shouted for his master to teach him Kun Qi.
The young man had his own shadow on him. He wanted to refuse but couldn't bear it, so he replied, "Okay, I promise you."
Zhang Zhendong's heart soared with joy, and a long-lost smile broke out on his sad face, nodding like a dove.
Ye Lan looked at Zhang Zhendong in front of him, hoping in his heart that this young man could awaken his own Kun Qi.
"Awakening of Kun Qi requires a certain amount of talent."
"But this kind of talent is not a sudden awakening like in fantasy novels. It requires you to penetrate into your own heart through meditation, feel the path of Kun Qi deep in your heart, and then... seize it! "
After Ye Lan finished speaking, he gave Zhang Zhendong some time to digest, and then said, "Follow me."
After saying that, the two walked out of the tent.
Sun Biao was smoking one cigarette after another outside the tent, and asked carelessly, "What's wrong? Xiaolan, do you have any combat missions? Please give me instructions!" He raised his right hand high and saluted Ye Lan with a playful smile.
Ye Lan saw Sun Biao. This careless man gave Ye Lan a headache and replied, "What kind of combat mission can there be? Zhendong wants to awaken Kun Qi, I will take him to meditate."
"What? Meditation? Hahaha... Stop making trouble, Xiaolan, that piece of shit still uses meditation, you almost made me laugh," Sun Biao said jokingly
Seeing Sun Biao's mocking expression, Ye Lan got angry and said, "Get out! How did you awaken without meditating? You are so old, you are the only one who can do it!!"
When Sun Biao saw Ye Lan getting angry, he couldn't help but find it amusing. "Sigh... There is still a gap between a waste like you and a genius like me." After speaking, he grinned with a victorious smile.
He put down the two ancient celadon-glazed knives and took out a bright silver clamshell lighter from an unknown hole in his clothes. He gently turned the lighter wheel with his thumb, and the flame lit up. Sun Biao approached his dark bearded face. The flame, the cigarette in the mouth lights up.
take a deep breath
spit out
The smoke curls up like a blooming rose.
Sun Biao's face seemed sweeter than eating honey.
After smoking, Sun Biao said calmly, "Don't teach me anymore. What will happen if you really teach me? Come on, kid, I am just a disciple. How about letting me teach you?"
Although Ye Lan didn't know how to teach the young man in front of him, in Ye Lan's opinion, Sun Biao was not reliable at all, and the obscene smile on his face looked like a human trafficker.
"Get out of here! Are you going to teach Zhendong how to smoke, drink, and whore? With your stinky virtues! What else can you do!?" After saying that, Ye Lan rolled her eyes at Sun Biao.
In his heart, Sun Biao really wanted to accept Zhang Zhendong as his disciple and pass on his skills. At over fifty years old, he had already had the idea of withdrawing from the world. Before withdrawing, he also wanted to leave something to the world. He said reluctantly, "I want to I really want to take on a disciple. After all, I am so old, and this world no longer belongs to an old elm like me. I must have a heir to my mantle, right?"
Before Ye Lan could speak, Sun Biao walked up to Zhang Zhendong, put his arm around Zhang Zhendong's shoulders, patted him hard, and laughed and said, "Have you thought about it, kid? Are you willing to follow me to conquer the world?"
Ye Lan was speechless for a while. He went directly to the person involved to get close to him before he agreed. This old guy was really shameless, but when he thought about it, Sun Biao was getting older and he really needed someone to pass on his mantle. Don't look at this old guy. It's glib, but it does have a twist.
"Okay, okay, don't be so melancholy. I was a man who was known as the Demon of Breaking the Mountain Sword in the past, so I can teach this kid more than enough." After saying that, Sun Biao hugged Zhang Zhendong and walked away.
Sun Biao smiled like a flower and shouted as he walked, "Xiao Lan, you have nothing to do here, so hurry up and do your work!"
Ye Lan was speechless for a while, but she had nothing to do with Sun Biao, "Okay, okay, I'll give it to you, Old Sun. Cherish it and don't let Zhendong feel that you are inferior to me!"
Seeing the old man and the young man leaving, Ye Lan breathed a sigh of relief, but thought that he still had one important thing to do and prepared to leave.
"Glasses, open the door! I want to go to the Flower Capital Warehouse to have a look."
Before the voice fell, the round mouth of the bag appeared out of thin air. Ye Lan did not hesitate at all, and left the bag with a flying jump.