Martial Arts Master

Yan Zheke's face turned pale, his eyes were slightly red, and he immediately blurted out:

"Maybe you have to cooperate with the practice of the technique to see the effect!"

There were faint teeth marks remaining on her pink lips.

"...Maybe." Lou Cheng replied with a slightly erratic tone.

If the golden elixir has not changed or spread to the "whole body", then with the control of it after gathering the Nine-Character Jue, one can immediately "digest" it calmly and take it to a higher level. But now, when the backlash sequelae occur , I can't sense the "golden elixir" at all, let alone control and master it. When I can control and master it, I am in a state of shrinking and rotating equilibrium. If there is a slight change internally, I will immediately disintegrate, and I can't do any operations at all. .

The complete technique that emerged from the "Nine-Character Technique" is the secret book of Master Longhu, and it contains the missing parts of Ge Hui. If he practices it from scratch and follows the method step by step, it is indeed possible that he will learn the secrets in the process. , gradually deepened the connection and control, and when they merged to form a pill, they completely imprinted this "relic" of Master Longhu and incorporated it into the system, truly taking it as their own and no longer causing backlash. But the problem is that the current essence of himself has already Alienation and strength have become instinctive and can no longer be reversed. Changing the path is just a matter of time.

The only hope is to achieve a breakthrough by combining cultivation and martial arts, but if George and others want to balance it into a pill, even if they have their potential, reborn, and have their bones replaced, it will not be possible in less than a year, or even normal. Generally speaking, with their qualifications, they may not see hope in three to five years, and it is natural that ten or eight years will be wasted.

As for those talented people, who would choose a path that is currently a start-up and cannot see the future clearly?

More importantly, even if the combination of cultivation and martial arts is indeed successful, it is not absolutely possible to solve its own sequelae, and the probability of disappointment may be greater!

While thoughts were swirling, Old Shi came over and patted Lou Cheng on the shoulder:

"Why are you crying with such a mournful expression on your face? When I knew that my life was about to end, the old man was just as calm as ever!"

"Let's go, my teacher will take you to see a senior and let him take a look at it for you."

I didn’t cry with a sad face! I'm not that fragile! At most, his expression was rather stiff... Lou Cheng subconsciously wanted to refute, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out.

Yan Zheke quickly caught up, took the initiative to stretch out her slender and soft hand, firmly grasped his palm, and followed Old Man Shi side by side with him.

They left the base and were taken to the nearest military airport by special car. After several hours of trekking, they arrived in the imperial capital with a gray sky.

After taking a long and circuitous ride, they arrived outside a quiet courtyard.

"Ahem, please call me Senior Mei later." Old Shi rarely put aside his impropriety and warned him seriously.

"Mr. Mei? 'Grand Master' Mr. Mei?" Yan Zheke asked in surprise, with a hint of joy in his beautiful dark eyes.

Mr. Mei? The taboo strongman that Ke Ke mentioned? The only taboo strongman left in China? Lou Cheng's heart moved, and his hope rekindled.

Old Man Shi clicked his lips and nodded:

"Um."

After saying that, he took the lead and pushed the door open. There were no heavy guards here, just like a real businessman's home.

But Lou Cheng noticed that it was January, the harsh winter was in full swing, and everything was withered. However, in this courtyard, green grass grew and flowers bloomed, as if the four seasons were reversed.

"They are all ordinary varieties that are not resistant to cold..." Yan Zheke whispered.

Just as Lou Cheng was about to respond, he saw the figure sitting at the stone table in front of him. He was wearing a gray Zhongshan suit, with a hint of black hair on his head. He was neatly combed back. He was picking up the teapot and leisurely pouring it into the four small purple clay teapots in front of him. The cup was filled with a fragrant brown liquid.

This old man's eyebrows are very long, almost popping out of his face. His facial features are ordinary, and he seems to be seen everywhere. Only deep in his eyes, it seems that there is another world hidden, the same courtyard, the same layout, but there are no flowers or grass. Boundless and lonely.

"Mr. Mei, this is my unworthy disciple Lou Cheng. This is the granddaughter of the old man Zhaiji of Shushan. Her surname is Yan, girl Yan." Comrade Shi Jianguo said with the courtesy of a junior.

Judging from his appearance alone, he is much older than Mei Lao!

"There are talented people in the world. You two children, please sit down." Mei Lao pointed to the stone bench opposite, with a soft smile without any scorn.

"Senior Xie Mei." Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke saluted solemnly and sat down respectively.

"Hand." Mr. Mei looked at Lou Cheng with a smile.

Lou Cheng stretched out his left hand and rested it on the stone table.

Mei Lao stretched out his palm, put an index finger on his veins, half-closed his eyes, as if thinking.

Lou Cheng felt as if his body was being blown by the spring breeze, feeling indescribably comfortable. Even the surging "burning" didn't seem to be that uncomfortable anymore.

After a while, under the expectant gazes of Old Man Shi and Yan Zheke, Mr. Mei opened his eyes, took a deep look at Lou Cheng, and said slowly:

"External forces are useless, you have to rely on yourself."

"Yes, senior." Lou Cheng felt that the smile he squeezed out was so bitter, while Yan Zheke and Old Man Shi's eyes gradually dimmed, and they fell into silence again.

Mr. Mei stopped talking. He picked up the tea cup, brushed the lid and took a sip as a sign of farewell. The three of them walked out of the courtyard in silence, got into the car, and let the driver drive forward without any purpose.

After a while, Old Man Shi coughed twice and said:

"Mr. Mei is not a doctor, so don't pay too much attention to what he says. Besides, you still have hope on your own. Do you know what he said to my teacher back then? There is only one word, 'Procrastinate'!"

"Do you understand? I'm just hanging my life and waiting for God to open my eyes!"

Lou Cheng took a breath and slowly exhaled:

"Master, I know, I have not given up."

After saying that, he was silent for a moment, turned his head to look at Yan Zheke, his eyes were restrained, and he spoke calmly:

"Even, well, even if I really can't do well, I've done a good job collecting data during this period, and I will definitely be able to come up with my own style of play in the future. Even if I can't make it to the ring, I still have the power to protect myself..."

Having said this, he raised the corners of his lips and smiled:

"And with my ability, I can make a lot of money by opening a martial arts gym. Maybe I can also develop into a 'female beauty class' or a 'female health class'."

"Yeah!" Yan Zheke nodded heavily.

She stretched out her right hand, held Lou Cheng's left palm, and interlocked her fingers with his, tightly.

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A few days later, when Yan Zheke was already engaged in intense and busy studies in Kangcheng, Lou Cheng stayed at home with nothing to do, except for exercising and communicating, often in a daze.

At around ten o'clock that morning, he suddenly received a text message from the bank:

"Your savings card account with the last number XXXX received a transfer income of 1,200,000.00 yuan at 10:25 on January 15th, and the current balance is 81,623,28.65 yuan..."

This is the monthly salary given by the Longhu Club. Because it is the end of the year, the difference of 400,000 will be made up, making a total of 1.2 million. Adding the original amount, there is already over 8 million - because the balance is quite large, the bank has been asking him to handle various matters. Business was turned down by him who didn't want to see outsiders for the time being.

Looking at this large series of numbers, Lou Cheng was inexplicably silent. After more than ten minutes, he sent a message to Yan Zheke:

"Keke, I want to terminate the contract with Longhu..."

"Ah? Why?" Yan Zheke looked confused.

Lou Cheng paused for a moment and then pressed:

"I always feel that I owe Longhu. I haven't done anything for them, but I have received a lot of favors. Now I still receive so much salary every month. Well, I deserve it. I can save a little for them. I have both hands and feet, and I have a lot of savings now, so I am not afraid of not finding a job with good income... If I recover in the future, I will sign a new contract."

"No one can predict things like accidents, so everyone has to bear the risk..." Yan Zheke pondered for a moment and replied, "Since you feel psychologically uneasy, then go ahead and do it."

"Okay." Lou Cheng lowered his head and looked at the navy blue martial arts uniform of the Dragon Tiger Club that he had bought for several years, his eyes temporarily out of focus.

After a while, he called up the address book, found the "Dragon King" number, and called it.

After listening to the ringtone for more than ten seconds, Chen Qitao's majestic voice rang out:

"Hello?"

"Senior, I'm really sorry for bothering you about the 'Lie' formula. I'll always keep it in my heart. I'm very grateful." Lou Cheng thanked you first.

"It's a trivial matter." The Dragon King replied calmly.

Lou Cheng looked out the window at the blue sky and white clouds, calmed down and said:

"Senior, I want to terminate my contract with Longhu."

"Why?" Dragon King asked briefly and concisely.

"I don't know when I will be better. I keep taking Longhu's money in vain. I feel very guilty and burdened." Lou Cheng was afraid of the Dragon King's rejection and had already thought about his words. "I want to be in the best condition to fight for that glimmer of hope. "

"It's not an insult to a warrior." Chen Qitao commented briefly, "Let your lawyer contact the club."

Before Lou Cheng could say anything else, he said majestically:

"What you got before is considered accident compensation, so you don't need to consider returning it. When you are better, come over and sign the contract."

This is not a question, but a certainty.

"Yes, senior." Lou Cheng felt a little more relaxed.

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Three days later, on Monday night, Yan Zheke was sorting out reports and chatting with Lou Cheng. Suddenly, she received a message from "Dirty" Li Liantong:

"Keke, what happened to your family? Weibo is blowing up!"

"What's going on?" Yan Zheke was confused. He opened the APP and browsed through it, and found one hot topic after another related to Lou Cheng:

"Breaking news! Insiders of the Martial Arts Association confirmed that Longhu Club has canceled its registered contract with Lou Cheng!"

"Why did Longhu and Lou Cheng terminate their contract?"

"A generation of genius has just fallen?"

"Lou Cheng's problem is more serious than expected!"

"Is it difficult to recover from serious injuries, or does it no longer have potential?"

"Rising like a shooting star and falling like a shooting star?"

"The 'Foreign Affairs Team' of the Longhu Club replied 'it's not convenient to say more' and only revealed that Lou Cheng took the initiative and did not take advantage of Longhu."

…

The news broke out immediately and shocked the world. No one expected that things would deteriorate to this extent.

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At this moment, Lou Cheng also received many greetings from friends and "harassing" calls from reporters, and discovered the spread of the matter.

He subconsciously clicked on his own forum and saw a panic:

"What should I do? I'm so panicked!"

"Xiao Changye, Xiao Changye, please ask the senior sister, what happened to the idol?"

"55555, senior sister didn't reply to me..."

"How could this happen? How could this happen..."

"What happened? Lou Cheng's injury is so serious? He can't even stay in the reserve team?"

…

Concern, worry, surprise, sadness and other emotions were expressed through the words. Lou Cheng stared blankly until he received an overseas call from Yan Zheke.

"Chengzi, don't pay attention to those reporters, they all like to scaremongering for fear that the world will not be in chaos!" the girl said eagerly with relief.

Lou Cheng made a fist with his right hand and clapped his mouth:

"Keke, I know, don't worry."

He took a breath and said:

"I plan to post on Weibo to give everyone an explanation."

"No need!" Yan Zheke hurriedly stopped him.

How cruel it is for Chengzi to tear open his own wounds and show them to everyone bloody, throw away the pride in his heart, and admit that he is weak!

Her thoughts were spinning, and she looked in her eyes and said, "I just need to tell Xiaoling in private. You don't need to explain!"

Lou Cheng shook his head and said in a deep voice:

"I can see that they sincerely like me. At this time, I don't want to live up to this feeling... I don't want to not even explain to them. This may be the only thing I can do for them now..."

Feeling that Chengzi's heart was very strong, Yan Zheke was silent for a while:

"Okay, then, be a little more tactful."

"Yeah." Lou Cheng hung up the phone, clicked on Weibo, lowered his eyes, and typed and deleted in the blank box, deleted and typed again.

A few minutes later, everyone saw his response:

"Although, although I really don't want to admit it, I still have to admit that maybe, maybe I won't be able to come back for a long, long time, and maybe I can only say goodbye."

After clicking "Send", Lou Cheng seemed to have exhausted all his strength and leaned back softly, leaning on the back of the sofa.

His eyes then closed, cutting off the light and seeing darkness.

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In Cannes, USA, Yan Zheke, who posted this new Weibo post, suddenly reached out and covered his mouth, with crystal water droplets flowing silently from his beautiful eyes.