In the office of the president of Thunder Investment Group, when Zheng Wuming was sitting on his comfortable leather chair and looking at several documents in his hand, Kunlun walked in without even knocking on the door.
"What's wrong?" Zheng Wuming did not blame Kunlun for his rude behavior. He raised his head and glanced at him, then moved his eyes to the document in his hand.
"Young Master, Su Qingwu found him."
"Found it?" Zheng Wuming raised his head, took off the goggles on his nose, and said with a smile. "Isn't this just right? Otherwise, wouldn't the video I provided her be in vain?"
"But, young master, aren't you in a hurry?"
"Am I anxious? Why am I anxious?" Zheng Wuming smiled and asked. "Are you sure, he is his apprentice?"
"Sure!" Kunlun nodded and replied.
If the conversation between the two was overheard by outsiders, they would definitely not be able to understand ----- Is he his apprentice? Who is whose apprentice?
"It doesn't matter." Zheng Wuming's handsome face and his smile were enough to charm many ladies and girls in Yanjing. An extremely confident smile appeared on his face. "I don't want to get involved in the grudges of the previous generation."
"But." Kunlun said with a worried look. "If we let him develop, I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with him. You have also seen that his technique of using needles in the air and using luck needles is not a ghost needle.
, but how could someone who knows how to use Qi acupuncture not know how to use ghost acupuncture - his master is the successor of ghost acupuncture."
Zheng Wuming was not surprised as to why Kunlun knew about Ghost Needle ----- He is a king, a king of the younger generation. He is young, handsome, has a good family background, is talented, and has a vicious vision. Therefore, at such a young age, he
He is famous throughout Yanjing, and even in China.
However, no matter how powerful a person is, there will eventually be a limit. As the saying goes, a fence has three stakes, and a hero has three gangs.
Zheng Wuming is called the number one young man in Yanjing. There is a reason for that - as a king, there are two essential things, money and power? No.
Money and power are just accessories. What a king needs is a sharp sword and a loyal dog.
Kunlun is both a sharp sword and a loyal dog - he grew up with Zheng Wuming, and his treatment was no different from that of Zheng Wuming, a real young master. His loyalty is unquestionable, and similarly, his strength is worth it.
He has also reached a peak level, so these secrets cannot be called secrets to him.
"Young Master, do you really don't care?" Kunlun stared at Zheng Wuming seriously, trying to see a trace of emotion on his face, but in the end he came to no avail.
"I didn't say I don't care." Zheng Wuming said with a smile. "It's just that he is still too weak. I don't like opponents who are too weak. If you want to make progress, you must challenge the strong. Playing with the weak will make you mentally retarded."
of."
"It's better to nip all dangers in the bud," Kunlun said.
"Haha." Zheng Wuming pointed at Kunlun with his finger. "Kunlun, Kunlun, it's not like you, a martial artist, could say this. The old man asked you to say it to me, right?"
"Of course." Kunlun didn't care that Zheng Wuming exposed his pretense of being a cultural person, and shrugged his shoulders and said, "I am just a martial artist, how can I say such profound words? This is indeed what the old man asked me to tell you."
"Okay." Zheng Wuming waved his hand and said. "I still say that if you want to touch him, you have to wait until he reaches a certain height - at that time, he will be worthy of being my opponent. As for
Grandpa, I will go and tell him."
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Sleeping until you wake up naturally, counting money until your hands cramp, this is the ultimate dream of every young man.
When Yan Murong opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a room entirely white. He clearly remembered that before he fainted, he specifically found a nurse who looked like she had bigger breasts to fall over.
Sitting up from the bed and rubbing his still dizzy head, Yan Murong couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed that it would be better to do less of this kind of thing in the future.
Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, but saving one life requires risking your own life, which is not worthwhile.
In fact, Yan Murong inserted the silver needle into the heart not to stop the bleeding, but to control the beating speed of the heart. If the heartbeat is fast, the blood will circulate faster. If the heartbeat is slow or stops beating, the blood will naturally
No more movement ----- He can't cut off someone's heart with one knife. In that case, the bleeding will stop, but the person will die. Therefore, he can only use silver needles to control the heart beating speed to achieve
A hemostatic effect.
If the water pipe is not equipped with a faucet, it will flow out water endlessly, and the faucet acts as a controller. It can control the size of the water flow, but over time, the pressure from the water flow will also cause the faucet to break.
In the same way, Yan Murong wanted to control the beating speed of his heart without stopping the beating of his organs, so he controlled all the qi in his body to be concentrated in one place - in this way, the meridians in his body
Naturally, he couldn't bear it. It not only consumed a lot of energy, but also hurt his body. In the end, he fainted due to weakness.
He smiled bitterly because he had seen the old man do this before, and it was no big deal. After he was done, he would lick his face and let him run dozens of miles of mountain roads to the town to buy pig trotters for him to eat, but he did it once.
, and almost lost his life.
"Click"
Just as he was thinking about it, the door of the room was opened from the outside. Then, a woman wearing a nurse's uniform came in with a tray in her hand. As soon as she came in, Yan Murong was greeted by a strong aroma, which made her stomach feel dissatisfied.
cried out.
"Are you awake?" The nurse asked with a smile as she saw Yan Murong sitting on the bed staring blankly at the tray in his hand.
She is not very old, and looks to be in her early twenties. She cannot be said to be beautiful, but she is still very delicate. Coupled with the fact that she is dressed in a nurse uniform, she can also charm some dicks who have a strong interest in uniforms.
"Is it food?" Yan Murong asked without answering her words, staring at the tray in her hand without blinking. He thought this woman was stupid-----if she didn't wake up, could it be that you were looking at a ghost?
?
The woman smiled and put the bowls, chopsticks and plates on the tray on the only small table in the room. Yan Murong was not polite, the aroma of the golden millet porridge had already made him feel hungry.
When the pot was rolling, I picked up the bowl and poured it into my mouth, regardless of whether it was hot or not.
"Slow down, be careful of burning." The nurse said with a smile on her face.
"Oh, it's okay, I'm used to it." Yan Murong answered vaguely, but kept holding the bowl and pouring it into his mouth.
"Oh? What do you think is the fragrance of the porridge or my arms?"
"puff-----"
The mouthful of porridge that Yan Murong just took into his mouth wasted no time and was all sprayed on the table.