When Ronan saw this, he suddenly realized that it was a maglev type. In today's world, with the rapid development of superconducting technology, similar objects are not uncommon.
The heavy metal ball hung in the air, still spinning. Ronan fiddled with it, and the speed increased slightly, and the colored lines on it also spliced into clearer graphics. Although he still couldn't see what it was, it was quite childlike.
This colorful thing is a bit like the hanging tops that Mo Peng collected when he was a child, only much larger. Maybe, this is a prop for teaching children?
Ronan fiddled with the metal ball and touched the bowl holder. Judging from the way the two moved when they came into contact before, they should not be superconducting materials. He couldn't help but wonder where the power source that caused the magnetic levitation was.
He deliberately improved the sensing accuracy, and through the shell of the metal ball, he found that there was a rather strange machine buried in the center of the ball, but it didn't look like a motor.
While he was thinking about it, footsteps sounded outside, and Xue Lei greeted him: "Nanzi, the owner of the hotel is here."
Ronan hurriedly moved to the door and saw Xue Lei walking in with a tall and thin man. He didn't see his face clearly, so he bowed and saluted according to his earlier preparation:
"The master of the temple."
A loud bang exploded in the empty room. Ronan was startled and looked back, only to see that the suspended metal ball had fallen to the ground, overturning the bowl holder and rumbling on the cork floor.
"..."
Xue Lei reacted quickly and rushed over, arriving in a few steps and holding the rolling metal ball.
Not to mention Ronan's embarrassment, he froze on the spot and didn't know what to do for a moment.
Xue Lei put the metal ball back on the bowl holder again, not forgetting to soothe his cheek: "It's okay, owner, Nanzi, you guys talk first."
Ronan opened his mouth. Faced with this unexpected situation, some of the words he had prepared before were of no use. He could only lower his head and salute: "I'm sorry, I..."
"sit down."
The master of the monastery standing at the door walked behind the short table and stretched out his hand to show Ronan the location. His voice was hoarse and low-pitched, and if it weren't for the gestures, Ronan almost didn't understand what he meant.
Only then did Ronan really see the person coming, and was stunned again. Different from the graceful and upright "old-school person" he imagined, the master of the monastery was about forty or fifty years old. He was very thin and as long as a bamboo pole. The night breeze blew outside, and his wide antique outer coat rustled. , as if it could take him into the air at any time.
The difference in light between inside and outside cast a few shadows on his skinny cheeks. At a glance, he looked like a skeleton whose skin was about to be peeled off by weathering.
Frankly speaking, this museum owner is really not good-looking, but this image is not unfamiliar to Ronan, as his grandfather has been suffering from illness for many years.
Could it be that this person's health is also not good?
The master of the temple first knelt down and sat on the ground. Ronan knew it was an ancient ritual, so he followed suit and sat down. However, the owner of the temple was just playing with the tea sets and seemed to be making tea to entertain guests.
Ronan thought about the words in his mind, but unfortunately this was far from his strength. It would take time to reorganize it, so he could only remain silent. The practice ground was silent for a moment.
The quieter it is, the more awkward it is.
Ronan wanted to talk several times, but couldn't find a reason. He could only find something to do for himself and pay attention to Xue Lei through telepathy.
After Xue Lei put the metal ball back on the bowl holder, he turned a switch, took apart the outer layer of the ball, and took out a mechanical device from the central cavity. It was also in the shape of a sphere, six or seven centimeters in diameter, only the size of a fist. The first layer is wrapped with a fine metal mesh, and the inner layer is a device similar to a gyroscope. He fiddled with it a few times and then scratched his head. It was obvious that the thing was broken.
Ronan's last thoughts of luck were put away, which also gave him a chance to speak. He lowered his head and apologized: "I'm sorry, Master, it was me who put that..."
Halfway through the words, he couldn't think of how to describe the metal ball, and the shell got stuck again, and there was sweat on his forehead.
The master of the temple was pouring water into the cup. Hearing this, he looked up and said, "Tai Chi ball."
"Yes, Tai Chi ball. I will definitely fix that Tai Chi ball...cough!"
It seemed that Ronan was destined to be unable to speak a single word today. The itching in his throat came up at this moment, and he couldn't stop it. He could only turn his head and cough twice.
The master of the temple didn't care much: "It was originally bad, but it's strange that it can survive until this point."
As he spoke, he pushed a cup of tea in front of Ronan.
The itching in Ronan's throat still lingered, so he took the cup, but he didn't dare to drink it, for fear that he would choke on it if he couldn't hold it back any longer.
This was probably considered rude, and Ronan was quite helpless.
The master of the temple ignored him, picked up the cup, and took a sip of it. Then he lowered his head and took the cup in his hand to play with.
Ronan just said a few words and was about to enter a state of silence again. Ronan really didn't know what to do.
Xue Lei saw that the situation there was not good, so he didn't care about the Tai Chi ball. He hurriedly installed the mechanical device into the cavity, walked over quickly, knelt down and sat aside, added tea to the two of them, and quietly gave Ronan some tea. Blinking, he deliberately said loudly:
"Nanzi, don't be restrained here. The owner of the hotel is the least one who pays attention to vulgar etiquette."
Ronan looked at his kneeling posture and then at the teacup in his hand, and was speechless for a moment.
Fortunately, with Xue Lei's interruption, the master of the temple came out of silence. He still lowered his head and played with the cup, but finally spoke:
"I heard Xue Lei talk about something about you. He recommended you to learn breathing and breathing to treat coughs. However, I am not a doctor, and breathing and breathing are not that magical..."
Ronan listened carefully, fearing that he might hear something wrong, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, his heart skipped a beat. He glanced at Xue Lei, who secretly made a calm gesture.
"Xue Lei." The master of the temple suddenly called his name.
Xue Lei was startled, straightened up quickly, and sat upright: "Master."
"What did you say that day?"
Xue Lei opened his mouth and made a few uh-huh sounds before clearing his mind and speaking carefully: "I'm talking about what you said, Master, that you can detect the internal organs, arteries, and souls in the breath... those things."
He didn't mention the more mysterious things later on, such as "observing the heaven and earth, knowing yin and yang, and knowing the divine machine", but the meaning was definitely brought to it.
Next, for another five or six seconds, the master of the temple said nothing, only letting the cup rotate between his skinny and exposed fingers.
Just when Ronan almost thought that this person was angry, he slowly raised his head and pointed his deep eyes here: "I can tell lies in class, and I can make a deep impression on the young people today, so that they can Memorize a few more sentences to avoid teaching rigidly and ruining your kung fu..."
Ronan was heartbroken by the monastery master's gaze, but he still said "yes".
It must be admitted that even if Xue Lei had a living example before him, he would not believe most of such mysterious descriptions. He really didn't expect that learning to breathe and breathe would help him get rid of the disease, mainly to avoid offending Xue Lei and to make life easier in the future.
What the master of the temple said was more realistic, so he could naturally accept it.
After another few seconds of silence, the master of the monastery spoke again: "No matter what the skill, you must start from a practical point of view. Time and weight are the right ways. Your body is not suitable for measuring, so what about time?"
"Huh?" Ronan didn't understand for a moment.
The master of the monastery looked at him and spoke in a hoarse voice, with clear meaning: "Do you have stable and sufficient time?"
