"Excuse me."
Ronan hurriedly rushed out. The metal door sensed the human body and opened to both sides. Driver Qin also followed out, still not saying a word, as if nothing had happened just now.
The couple took the elevator up, carefully avoiding someone who seemed to be mentally ill. Ronan was tender-faced after all, and he couldn't help but feel embarrassed, and repeated what he said before: "I'm sorry, Brother Qin, I was distracted just now."
Driver Qin still smiled: "It's okay, Mr. Luo, shall we go back now?"
"Well, go back." As he spoke, Ronan closed the notebook and did not dare to look at it any more. Nowadays, various matters such as cultivation, gear, business outsourcing, and security threats are all crowded together. If he studies more notes, he will not be able to survive even if he is torn into three pieces.
But after sitting in the car and thinking about it in the silent atmosphere for a while, Ronan couldn't hold on anymore. All kinds of thoughts came to him one after another, some of which were particularly outrageous:
"The theory of root, root nature, and root machine taught by the museum owner can judge the innate mind and nature, which can echo the sketch of life; the internal refining method of nine orifices and six roots is a means of polishing oneself, which can form a more realistic self-portrait; Grandpa's notes Most of what has been recorded are targeted drugs that affect the human nervous system... If we do not consider the issue of theoretical control and just make a reference, maybe there will be progress?"
Oh my, what should I do if I can't bear it anymore?
Ronan picked up the stacked notebooks and patted his forehead. He felt distressed and yearning at the same time. The emotions welling up in his heart were rising one after another, making him restless. He wanted to test his ideas, but he didn't know where to start. Where to start? This time it’s not because I’m confused, but because there are so many places to start.
Yes, at this moment, the light of inspiration in Ronan's mind was like lightning in a thunderstorm, flashing violently in his mind, hundreds of thousands of them in an instant, like golden snakes dancing wildly, all striking at the apex of his heart.
The more he thought about it, the more tortured he became. Ronan was sitting in the passenger seat with his notebook pressed against his head. In the end, he was defeated by the impulse of inspiration. With a breath of cold air in his mouth, he opened the brown leather notebook and was about to write something down. Finally, he still had some sense, so he turned back to his own notebook, found a blank space, and started writing furiously.
Judgment skills, internal refining methods, spiritual potions, life sketches... some of these related knowledge are familiar and flowing, and some only exist as concepts. But when they refer to and are connected with each other, they are formed unconsciously. A vague and grand network that covers everything and explains everything.
The inspiration is like lightning, but the writing speed is still too slow.
Ronan's legs were shaking with anxiety, and the handwriting he wrote, even the first line, was barely neat, but later on, it was so sloppy that it was almost useless. Many of his ideas were simply replaced by simple symbols, and some were even random sketches based on his emotions. .
In this way, Ronan quickly filled up the front and back pages, until his mind suddenly became empty and the pen tip could not be put down no matter what, and this burst of inspiration came to an abrupt end.
Maybe I only remembered 50%... No, 30%!
There were beads of sweat on Ronan's palms, back, and forehead. He didn't care, he just read through the pages he had recorded earlier from beginning to end. For some things that are too sloppy and abstract, try to recall and interpret them, and then re-note and supplement them.
He is racing against time, memory, and the most mysterious inspiration. Just like this, I read, annotated, and added page by page, and soon the remaining blank pages were filled in for six or seven pages, which was more than double the original record.
Then I read it for the third time, and this time the pressure was much lighter. I read the ten pages full of it again, and I became more relaxed as I went to the back.
Very good. I made up for it in a timely manner. I am sure that more than 50% of the ideas have left traces, and some of them are quite detailed...
The bracelet vibrated. Ronan ignored it at first, but then Driver Qin coughed and reminded him. He glanced at it, and his scalp felt tight:
"Hey, aunt?"
"Where are you? What time is it and you still haven't come home!" Ms. Luo Shuqing's tone was very depressed, and the low pressure was covering her. She was probably really angry.
"I'm..." Ronan was stunned, yes, where is he?
Turning to look at the cab, Driver Qin turned on the headlights and signaled him to look at the sign ahead. Ronan saw the street sign and read along: "I'm on Rongxing Street. Well, it's just outside the community. I'll be there soon."
At this time, Ronan had time to confirm the time. It was better not to look at it. When he looked at it, his face was twitching: 23:47, which was almost midnight.
It was also at this moment that Ronan confirmed that the security vehicle he was riding in had been parked outside the community for who knows how long. In the driver's seat, Driver Qin sat quietly and remained silent until now. This was his usual style.
Ronan must express his gratitude, otherwise he would not be able to have a ten-page record of inspiration if he was really disturbed in the process of tracing back his inspiration.
"Brother Qin, thank you very much." Ronan's clumsy speech showed weakness again. He got stuck at this point and didn't know what to say.
Driver Qin laughed again and said a rare long sentence: "I never have time to practice martial arts, especially when I just learned a new move... When I first learned martial arts, I just learned the skills from the teacher, and I was scratching my head and hating. You can't learn it the next day. Even less so when you develop superpowers.
People are considerate, and Ronan's embarrassment was relieved a lot. Besides, we are already at the gate of the community, so there is no rush to go back. In his current state of mind, he still has a bunch of suitcases and medicine boxes. If he takes them back directly, there is a high probability that they will be confiscated.
Ronan slowly calmed his breathing, calmed his mind, and casually asked about driver Qin's situation. It was a relaxing chat: "Brother Qin is also a martial artist and a practitioner of supernatural powers?"
Driver Qin nodded slightly: "I first learned kung fu in the Liuhe Hall, and my abilities were revealed inexplicably. Later, my kung fu became more and more impure, which made the master angry."
He spoke modestly, but Ronan was in awe: "Liuhe Hall, it turns out that Brother Qin is a disciple of Mr. Juju."
The man with thick, abnormally large arms made a very deep impression on Ronan. It is incredible that the power of the physical body can penetrate steel and the strength of the fist is pure. Later, Ronan learned that in Xia City, Mr. Juji was one of the top ten strong men in terms of physical strength, and he was also among the best at the B-level level.
Driver Qin also had high praise for Juji: "Sir, you train your physical body purely, and your kung fu is very pure. Not to mention that I have supernatural powers that distract my mind, my temperament is also a little flat, and I am not suitable for your boxing skills. I can only learn a little bit."
"Can't supernatural powers and martial arts promote each other?"
Driver Qin smiled: "My abilities focus on defense, while my husband's boxing skills focus on instantaneous bursts. After all, there are irreconcilable points between the two sides..."
Ronan hummed and subconsciously looked at Driver Qin, but he forgot that he was now in high spirits and his soul power was particularly active, and he unconsciously wanted to watch.
In an instant, Driver Qin's body seemed to disappear, and a group of simple "stars" were arranged in it, connected with each other, forming a strange image.
This is a sketch of life... well, there's more!
Chapter 2 yesterday, a few minutes late, I hope everyone understands...
