The Road to Slaying God

It seems that only some incomplete memories in the head can be chosen!

Of course, Zhang Yang always believed that there were some secrets of martial arts in those ancient books, but he could not see the mysteries for the time being.

Zhang Yang did some inexplicable actions on the grass alone, and these actions will always be repeated hundreds or thousands of times, which is a kind of torture, but Zhang Yang has no way, and the memory in his head has no clear guiding ideas at all. Now he wants a monk who has been a halfway monk, and can only practice it intuitively.

The most depressing thing about Zhang Yang is that his head didn't even prompt him how many times to do these movements, and he could only practice the martial arts movements he knew repeatedly.

Time passed slowly, and Zhang Yang had entered the realm of ecstasy. It was not until the dawn of the east that he realized that he had practiced for a night. What made him feel incredible was that he didn't feel tired at all, except for some hunger. There is a refreshing feeling.

Slowly, some homeless people in the park also left, some looking for food and some looking for work. Instead of these people, some residents nearby got up to exercise in the morning.

Slowly, there are more lawn people sleeping Zhang Yang, there are people who twist Yangge, people who play Taiji gossip, and people who pull erhu ...

Looking at the sleeping Liu Biao, Zhang Yang didn't bother him. He still admired Liu Biao. Under such circumstances, he actually slept so sweetly.

Early in the morning anyway, there was nothing, Zhang Yang still repeated some actions that others seemed to feel weird.

Zhang Yang didn't know. When he was practicing, not far away, a young woman in her thirties wearing a white sportswear was sitting on a long chair and watching Zhang Yang.

"Boy, what are you practicing?" Finally, the charming young woman came over and asked.

"Ah ... keke ... I don't know, messy practice ..." Zhang Yang flushed suddenly. He was completely subconsciously doing some exercises. He really couldn't say anything about the practice. It seemed that in his head The incomplete memory does not have a complete cultivation method at all, it is very complicated, not to mention a specific noun, the cheatbook given to him by the young monk has a name, and the memory in his head does not have a martial arts term, which makes Zhang Yang I feel incredible.

"Oh, why do you repeat these actions?" The young woman asked curiously.

"idle……"

"..." The young woman froze, and the young man's answer made her wonder how to answer.

"Will you do martial arts?"

Zhang Yang's spirit suddenly swelled, and now Zhang Yang is a bit ill and is seeking medical treatment. Since knowing that the boss in the bookstore is actually a killer, Zhang Yang has an extra-terrestrial feeling for those who buy vegetables and kill pigs. .

The so-called big hidden in the city!

The young woman came suddenly and asked, if it was possible, she saw something.

"Martial arts ?!" The young woman was stunned.

"Ahem ..." Zhang Yang looked at the expression on the young woman's face and immediately made a mistake. "What do you ask?"

"Oh, nothing, I opened a yoga studio and saw that some of your movements can only be done by practicing yoga, so curious, I see you doing these simple moves for a few hours in the morning, I am in There have been several laps in the park, and you are still doing it, huh, you have a lot of perseverance. "Said the young woman.

"Oh."

"Let's go. Seeing that you were so addicted just now, I started to think what is the new fitness movement." The young woman waved and left.

"Bye bye ..." Zhang Yang waved his hands in disappointment.

"What's the situation?" Liu Biao stood upright from the chair, probably because he felt someone talking in the dream.

"Nothing, continue to sleep." Zhang Yang was out of breath.

"Hungry, it's time to eat, hehe." Liu Biao felt his head embarrassed.

"Um ..." In fact, Zhang Yang was already hungry.

...

Finally, Zhang Yang was always worried about what happened. It was just a breakfast. The two actually cost thirty yuan. Although Liu Biao was an injured person, his appetite was surprisingly good. Five eggs were killed and one was eaten. A bowl of rice noodles, and some oil cakes, in a flattering word, is a rice bucket, a pig-head pig that spoils food.

No, not even pigs. Pigs are used to describe Liu Biao as an insult to pigs. Pigs can also kill meat, while Liu Biao has a manure making machine.

Of course, after all, Zhang Yang didn't eat less.

In fact, both Zhang Yang and Liu Biao were in their early twenties. When it was time to grow their bodies and run away overnight, the nutrition needed by the body was naturally not comparable to ordinary people.

"How to do?"

After the two came out of the breakfast hall, Liu Biao sighed and glanced at the twenty-dollar ocean in Zhang Yang's hands.

"It seems that we have to find a way to make money quickly, otherwise, within two days we will make headlines on the front page of the newspaper, saying that there are two undergraduates who have not found a job and starve to death on the street."

Zhang Yang frowned and looked at the twenty yuan in his hand. Now, if you do n’t make money, life is a problem, and if you talk about escaping, this provincial city must not be able to stay for a long time. Constantly changing places, even if there is any clue left behind, the other party can't catch up.

"How to make money?"

Liu Biao waved his arm in frustration, what he excels at is extortion. It is better to kill him if he wants to use his brain to make money, but now, his best technique has been strictly prohibited by Zhang Yang. Of course, the most important thing is that his injury is not good, as long as his brother is injured, according to The ability to run a horse on his arm is not easy to make a few small money ...

Thinking of his majesty in the school that killed the Quartet, Liu Biao immediately forgot his scandal that Lu Fei was playing with teeth.

"I have to find a short-term job and leave here to earn some living and travel expenses."

"Yes, Zhang Yang, never asked, where do we go?"

"Now there is no purpose, we ca n’t set a purpose for ourselves for the time being, because those who buy and buy must be thinking about where we will go, then we have to achieve our own goals, of course , We still try to stay a little away from h, I believe that their main strength is now in h! "

"Then why did you start talking about going to Guangzhou?"

"Well, where is definitely one of our destinations, because Guangdong Province is the province with the largest floating population in the country. I think that in that kind of place, various forces are definitely intertwined. It is not so easy for Tongtian to find us. Of course, the most important thing is where to get close to Hong Kong. If the power of buying and buying is already large enough to chase us across the country, then our only way out is Only smuggling into Hong Kong. Although Hong Kong is China's territory, the environmental system is different. Maimaiti is also a mainlander. It is definitely not easy to penetrate his underground forces into Hong Kong. "

"Hey, Hong Kong, Hong Kong, good place, I heard that there are so many beautiful women in Hong Kong ..." Liu Biao looked silver-smileed-laughing.

"Boss, Brother Biao, we haven't had enough food and clothes to warm up now, and you should think about silver desire when you are full." Zhang Yang picked up Twenty Oceans and fell to Liu Biao fiercely. "You are waiting for me here." , Let's go and see, there is no place to make money. "

"Ah ... don't you bring money?" Liu Biao took the Twenty Ocean Road.

"Is there a difference?" Zhang Yang pursed his lips.

"That's what it is ..." Liu Biao impolitely put the twenty oceans on himself and said: "***, thirsty, you have to buy an ice cream to eat ..."

...

"Well, by the way, don't move around here. If it breaks up, we will use qq to contact, remember q?"

"Remember, go, mother-in-law is even more annoying than my mother ... ah ... my mother ... miserable, I haven't told my mother yet ..." Liu Biao thought of his mother and was anxious.

"Ahem ... how long have you been away from home for the longest time?"

"For more than a month ..."

"I rely on, more than a month, this is only a few days out? Gone ..." Zhang Yang was furious.

"Hey, I forgot, and only came out for a few days. It's okay, you go." Liu Biao looked awkward.

One advantage of Zhang Yang and Liu Biao's escape was that no one would remember that Zhang Yang's parents worked outside for a long time. Except for remittances on Zhang Yang's card, there was very little contact. Of course, they couldn't contact even if they wanted to contact.

Although Liu Biao is from city C, he is a long-term homeless owner. As time goes by, his parents are used to it. His longest record of not going home is not more than one month, but three months. .

...

Leaving the park, Zhang Yang started walking around the street, trying to find the kind of short-term work. For four hours, back pain, if it is not too cold in October, you can use the hunger and cold to describe the current situation.

At 12 noon, he was disappointed and completely disappointed. It can be said that the whole city could not find the kind of work that he imagined could earn living expenses and road expenses in the short term.

At the same time, Zhang Yang thought of a key surname problem. He had no identity card and no graduation certificate. Without these two things, it was almost impossible to find a job, let alone a short-term and profitable job.

tired!

Zhang Yang sat hungry on a lounge chair on the street. The eggs and rice noodles eaten in the morning were already digested and sent to the KFC toilet. When Zhang Yang came out of the KFC toilet, he saw the hamburgers that were fragrant and yellow. And fries, I want to run desperately to bite two.

Looking at the constant flow of people on the street, Zhang Yang has never felt so helpless as he is now. Although he was in a financial crisis when he was studying, he never worried about dressing for food. Suddenly, Zhang Yang understood the difficulties of his parents.

It was at this instant that Zhang Yang finally lost sight of why his parents left his hometown and left him alone to study at home.

Everything is for life!

Isn't life just for life?

Zhang Yang sighed. Who is going to live in this street?

Amazingly, looking at the rows of luxuriously decorated facades, his eyes flashed brightly.

There is a way!

Isn't it a shortcut to help people buy clothes?

In general clothing stores, in order to stimulate the passion of employees, there will be a certain percentage of commission, the higher the price of clothes, the higher the commission, if you find a brand clothing store to negotiate the conditions, wouldn't it be easy to succeed?

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang suddenly felt an impatient feeling. It seemed that there was an invisible force in his body pushing him to achieve this.

Feeling this power and **, Zhang Yang couldn't help but stay aloof. He was too familiar with this feeling. It was this feeling when he saw the math book, and he felt it when he saw Li Bo's Desert Eagle. It is strong to see the "Lianhua Baojian" and those ancient books.

Is there a master of marketing in his own incomplete knowledge?

Zhang Yang has been puzzled by the memory in his head. Up to now, Zhang Yang still has no idea how much memory he has in his head, because there is little sign of how to recover those memories when not in use, just a fan. Slimy concept.

Zhang Yang speculates that people with these knowledge and memories must have different identities, and the person who first appears to be interested in mathematical calculations should be the most powerful of these people, and the martial arts practitioner is second. As for the memory of other people, if Zhang Yang doesn't need it, it is likely that he won't appear for a lifetime, and will always be sealed in a certain corner of his head.

Of course, now Zhang Yang has confirmed one, that is, no matter what kind of memory and knowledge, you need to learn some adaptation when you need it, otherwise, you ca n’t master it at all, just like martial arts practice. Until now, Zhang Yang still has no idea. Although you have powerful memories, you ca n’t really understand them. It ’s like seeing, but you ca n’t catch it.

Zhang Yang endured hunger and began wandering in some high-end specialty stores, paying attention to the tone and some details of those marketers.

Time passed, and in the end, Zhang Yang went to the bookstore to read some marketing skills.

In the bookstore, Zhang Yang is like a powerful vacuum cleaner. Whenever he has knowledge about marketing, he reads it. When he was surprised, when he came into contact with some marketing knowledge, he immediately awakened one he had never Thinking of knowledge.

psychology!

This memory knowledge shocked him, because he had never felt so clear. Whether it was mathematical martial arts or marketing knowledge, the kind of ** manifested by psychological knowledge was almost negligible compared with psychological knowledge. It was too clear. .

He only needs five minutes to read a psychology book less than 200,000 words.

This is no longer reading or directly turning the book, but this is indeed a way of reading for Zhang Yang, because the moment he turned the pages of the book, he already understood the above knowledge.

Zhang Yang flipped through the books in the bookstore. The employees of the bookstore were like looking at a neurosis. Fortunately, the young man had not shown any signs of madness or damage to the books. The staff were too lazy to care about him.

Where did Zhang Yang control other people's opinions at this time? His head was thinking crazy calculations.

Why does this happen?

why?

This is incredible, can this person's mental strength surpass all the memories in front of him?

When Zhang Yang came out of the bookstore, he was always thinking about this question. If this memory with psychology is so powerful, why is there no sign at all?

According to the rule that more powerful memories appear first, then psychology should first appear mathematically to trigger his learning ** If this memory cannot be compared with the previous memory knowledge, why now Have such a clear memory?

The only explanation is that psychology is a subject related to mental power. Because marketing also has knowledge about psychology, it triggers psychological memory. When the memory awakens, it immediately surpasses other memories.

Now, Zhang Yang has only reviewed it a little, and he has inherited all the knowledge of psychology.

Of course, adding more knowledge definitely did not cause him annoyance. An outstanding psychologist is almost equivalent to the existence of God in the minds of ordinary people. He can penetrate human thoughts, can hypnotize, and most importantly, an excellent psychology. Scholars do marketing things, they just kill the chicken.

Hungry hungry!

Zhang Yang was too lazy to think about it. He didn't overpower himself. He just wanted to find Liu Biao in the park as soon as possible. Liu Biao still had twenty yuan, so let's deal with it today.

Fortunately, Liu Biao was still asleep, lying on a chair and screaming, her belly was very tall, her thick chest hair was exposed, and her nose was like a bellows.

"Brother, get up ..."

"Ah ... wow ... woke up ... want to eat?" Liu Biao fluffy sleepy, narrowed his eyes and went straight to the park.

"I'll buy it, how about the money?"

"Ah ... keke ... you didn't make any money?" Liu Biao said with wide eyes.

"No ..." Zhang Yang felt a little bad.

"It's all here."

Liu Biao wailed his face and took out the money on his body.

"Brother, you eat so much in the morning, you can't eat another sixteen yuan at noon, right? For your figure, you should lose weight."

Zhang Yang took the six oceans in depression. According to his ideas, Liu Biao is now flashing, seldom moves, and eats so much in the morning. He should eat whatever he wants at noon and pass by. Yuan.

"I had a box lunch for ten yuan ..."

"What about six yuan?"

"I was so anxious that I shot a six-yuan toy gun in the park, the kind of balloon ..." Liu Biao's head was almost lowered into the crotch.

"..."

Zhang Yang is speechless.

At this dinner, there were eight steamed buns, and there was no money to buy a bottle of mineral water. After the two men gorgedly killed the steamed buns, they looked at each other intently.

"Is that gun fun?"

"..."

"Is it a gimmick or a toy gun?"

"..."

"Hey, I will make a lot of money tomorrow, rest assured, I will make money tomorrow, please shoot me a day, ***, don't stop, keep hitting Lao Tzu!"

"No, I play a gun." Liu Biao looked serious.

"So what are you doing?" Zhang Yang froze.

"I want to eat steamed buns, I eat one, I throw one, I eat another, I throw one ..."

"Hahaha ..."

The two of them didn't know that just when they were having fun, a huge picture was spread across the country, and Zhang Biao's photos had been widely circulated in the underground world.

Of course, in the eyes of buying and buying, Zhang Yang and Liu Biao's lives were not enough for 2,000 yuan. The price of 20 million was entirely for his son, for his most precious son.

At this time, Zhang Yang was naive to think that it would be safe to leave h province ...

(To be continued)