Kyoto, 9:45 am.
In a villa in Changming Community.
"Dong dong dong!"
"Come in." Wu Yong put down the book in his hand.
"Grandpa, the man at the lake sent me a message last time."
Wu Gang walked into the old man's study and directly handed over his mobile phone.
Gu Chen sent a message to Wu Gang early the next morning.
Because last time at the lake, he only left a phone number for Mr. Wu, and added Wu Gang as friends, but he did not have their phone numbers.
Therefore, he could only contact Wu Gang through chat software.
Wu Yong took the phone and was a little presbyopic. He finally saw it clearly when he moved the phone farther away.
"Brother Wu, please ask your grandfather for me. I want to ask about Qi. I wonder if the old man is free?"
This is displayed on the mobile phone.
Gu Chen did not directly ask for a prescription to replenish qi and blood, because it would be extremely rude.
In this way, he first asked other questions he wanted to know the answer to, and then asked for the prescription after he got familiar with it to see if he could get it.
"gas?"
Mr. Wu was stunned for a moment, then stood up suddenly, and the chair behind him fell to the ground.
"Quick, call senior." Wu Yong handed him the phone and ordered.
Wu Gang rummaged for a while and dialed Gu Chen's phone number.
"Beep...beep..."
"Sorry, the user you dialed is currently unavailable. Please call again later. Sorry..."
"Grandpa, no one answered."
"Hit again!"
Wu Yong was a little excited. After all, the senior took the initiative to contact him. There must be something important. Could it be that he has changed his mind?
Wu Gang called two more times, but still no one answered.
"You should pay attention at all times. If senior sends a message or calls, tell me immediately." Wu Yong's words cannot be doubted.
Wu Gang agreed and returned to his room to continue planning.
At this moment, Gu Chen was hitting the iron pillars hard, and several hollow iron pillars in the park were slightly dented by the impact.
Nowadays, no one comes to watch him anymore. Everyone has long been accustomed to it. Sometimes when he doesn't come, everyone still worries about whether something happened to him.
Gu Chen looked at the panel and controlled his strength. After all, damage to public property requires compensation.
After nearly an hour of fighting, my proficiency has only increased a little, which is far worse than the original iron cloth shirt.
He even once doubted whether it was because he didn't work hard enough.
After all, it didn't hurt at all except being tired after being banged for such a long time.
He stopped the impact and took out a solid iron mallet from his backpack.
Without saying a word, he hit his back, chest and other parts hard.
"Fuck, crazy, crazy!" An old man stopped his movements.
"What's crazy?"
Another old man beside him asked curiously, then looked in the direction of his finger, and was stunned for a moment.
"Damn it, this young man!"
"Old Chen, go and have a look, that kid is really crazy." Old Man Mi also stopped and ran directly to Uncle Chen who was leading the way.
After hearing this, Old Chen turned his head and his eyes fell on Gu Chen not far away, and he couldn't help but be surprised.
Old Chen quickly walked towards Gu Chen.
"This kid, is he really crazy?" He kept muttering in his mouth as he walked.
I used to see Gu Chen like this, and I got used to it over time, but today he actually used the hammer.
Forget it with a hammer, and hit it so hard that the sound of "bang bang bang" could be heard ten meters away. (I wonder if you have ever photographed watermelon)
"Haha, it works."
At this time, Gu Chen looked at the panel, still immersed in the joy of increasing proficiency.
He used all his strength, but after just a dozen strikes, the handle of the hammer was already a little bent.
He endured the pain and still struck various parts. His whole body was covered in bruises and bloodshot eyes.
Even a few light taps on the head.
It hurts, but he is happy.
In just this moment, the proficiency of the Iron Cloth Shirt with Golden Bell Cover increased by 3 points.
"Boy, you are so crazy!" Old Man Chen, who had just run over, shouted and stopped five meters away from him, his eyelids twitching.
Old man Chen is afraid.
If this kid can't think of giving him a chance, his life will be over.
"Uncle Chen, you don't have to worry about me. I'm practicing, you are busy with your business."
As Gu Chen spoke, his hands did not stop and he started tapping the calf and thigh.
Old Man Chen chatted with him for a few more words, and finally understood that he was practicing the Iron Cloth Shirt and the Golden Bell Cover.
Although I don’t believe in evil, I still let it go.
After hesitating for a moment, he returned to the group of old men and was pulled by one by one to ask questions.
But the uncle only has one sentence: "Do your own business and stay out of other people's business."
Gu Chen didn't hide it either, I practiced mine anyway, believe it or not.
Ten minutes passed before he finally stopped.
"It looks like we need to prepare a few more hammers."
If the hammer could talk, I would probably be cursing my mother in my heart. Is it the hammer that hits you, or you that hammers it?
Gu Chen put the bent hammer into his backpack.
This cannot be thrown away casually, after all, iron can still be sold for one yuan a pound!
"Hey, who made so many calls, it couldn't be Mr. Wu."
Gu Chen saw five missed calls on his phone, so he clicked on the message again.
However, Wu Gang did not send any message.
"Beep...beep..." He still dialed the number. What if he was an acquaintance on the other side? What's the big deal?
In Kyoto, in the villa, Wu Gang was writing copy on his desk. The phone he put aside suddenly started to vibrate and then rang.
He picked it up and glanced at it, then immediately got up and ran towards the old man's study.
"Grandpa, there's a call."
Wu Gang didn't knock on the door, he pushed it open and went in. He walked to the desk in a few steps.
Wu Yong excitedly took the phone, but before he could take a look, the other party hung up.
"Why is no one picking up?"
Gu Chen looked at the call record that had been ringing for twelve seconds, shook his head, and put the phone into his pocket.
"What's the matter with you? Why don't you get through first and then come to me?"
Mr. Wu scolded angrily and then dialed again.
Wu Gang was also stunned. He was really in a hurry just now, so he forgot about this.
Now that I think about it, it was indeed my fault.
"Hey! Who is this?"
Gu Chen answered the phone and talked in a normal manner, with no polite words.
"Senior, it's me, Wu Yong."
Mr. Wu's vigorous voice came from the other side of the phone, and he seemed a little excited.
"Oh, it's Mr. Wu. I'm so sorry. I was too busy just now and didn't pay attention."
Gu Chen took the initiative to apologize, after all, the other party made five calls.
"It's okay, senior, you are busy with your business. If there is something urgent, we can talk about it later."
Gu Chen: "I'm fine. I just have something to ask Mr. Wu."
"Hahaha, senior, if you have any questions, just say it bluntly. Old man, I will tell you everything I know."
"Just a small question. I also mentioned it in Brother Wu's message. It's just some questions about Qi. I don't know if you are clear about it, Mr. Wu." Gu Chen said straight to the point.
"Angry? Senior is also interested in this?" Wu Yong asked.
"Old man, do you know what anger is?"
Wu Yong: "Of course I know this. Most people in the ancient martial arts world know it, but no one can practice it."
"Is it difficult to practice breathing?"
Gu Chen just asked a question, and then he felt that the question he asked was stupid.
He had read in the Golden Bell's book that in order to reach the legendary realm, the prerequisite was to have energy.
However, no one has ever done it. Obviously, only one in a million, or even one in a million, can practice Qi.
In short, it is extremely difficult.
How unlike me, who has a front panel, but practices blindly and actually gets angry.
"Did Senior practice his anger?"
Wu Yong on the other end of the phone started to feel a little uneasy and stood up again.
"That's right." Gu Chen didn't hide anything. If he wanted to get the necessary information, it was best to be honest.
"What, you really got out of your temper?"
Wu Yong turned pale with shock, and then became ecstatic, which startled Wu Gang next to him.
"Senior, please wait. I can't explain it clearly on the phone. I'll come to you right away."
"Dudududu!"
Wu Yong hung up the phone after saying a few words.
Gu Chen was still holding up his mobile phone, feeling dazed for a while.
