Fox Road Travel Notes

After a while, the lights dimmed and the breeze blew.

Wang Qiaorong's figure appeared silently in the house again.

She raised her hand and threw a bunch of bananas into Chen Zican's arms: "Hurry up and see how you can open our eyes to Brother Wang and me!"

Chen Zican held the bunch of bananas in his hands, looked over them over and over, broke off one of them and handed it to Wang Qiaorong.

"Eat..."

Wang Qiaorong's face turned red again as she thought of his nonsensical nonsense.

"Take it away, I won't eat it!"

Chen Zican was a little confused. This Miss Rong, who was famous in Qilu and had strong martial arts skills, blushed too easily!

He handed the banana to Wang Heming: "Then, here you go."

Wang Heming held the banana and didn't know what to do: "This, should I eat it or leave it here like Mr. Ren did?"

As he spoke, he held the banana and placed it in front of his belly.

"Pfft-"

Chen Zican couldn't bear it any longer and slumped down on the chair with laughter: "You - you..."

Wang Heming was confused by him.

Wang Qiaorong looked at him, then at the banana, stamped her feet, turned away, and her face became even redder.

Wang Heming was shocked and shook his head with a smile: "Zi Can, you are just a ghost hunter! Okay, what are you going to do?"

"Just peel it off!"

Chen Zican finally stopped laughing. It was quite interesting to tease the usually gentle and personable Brother Wang.

Wang Heming tore open a banana peel, looked at it carefully, and exclaimed, "It's broken!"

Wang Qiaorong took it and took a look. Sure enough, this banana was like the one she had seen at night. The outer skin was intact, but the flesh inside had a cut mark along the middle and was divided into two.

However, Wang Heming only peeled off a strip of peel, and the rest was still attached, so it did not break off.

The two looked at each other.

This time, Chen Zican quietly completed this seemingly impossible miracle right under their noses, but they had no clue at all.

Chen Zican didn't even worship gods anymore or use his dazzling set of seal techniques.

Wang Qiaorong's martial arts has reached the state of perfection. For a master like her, her eyesight, ears, perception of the external environment, and induction of qi have all reached an incredible level.

If there was something strange about Chen Zican just now, she couldn't have been unaware of it.

Wang Qiaorong's face was full of doubts, and he slowly turned the banana in his hand and observed carefully.

Suddenly, she let out a long breath: "There is a small hole here. Have you done anything about it?"

Wang Heming stood up quickly and followed Miss Rong's fingers, and sure enough, he found a small hole that was difficult to detect in a small ordinary black spot at the edge of the banana peel.

Miss Rong raised her head and stared at Chen Zican with her almond-shaped eyes.

"How did you move your hands and feet?"

Chen Zican shrugged, spread out his left palm, and held a shining steel needle between his fingers, which was no more than two inches long and as thin as an ox hair.

Hold it and spread it out, the steel needle has disappeared, hold it and spread it out again, and reappear between the fingers...

"While I was holding the banana and pretending to look through it, I used the cover of my right hand to pierce the black spot with this needle, and then, with a slight twist..."

Wang Qiaorong blurted out: "Is this a trick?——"

As soon as the words came out, they felt inappropriate.

Chen Zican's methods were worthless.

But his method of hiding and pulling out needles was fast and skillful, and even in front of a master like himself, he didn't show any flaws.

It is estimated that if he did not want others to find out, even if he searched his whole body immediately, he would not be able to find the existence of this needle.

This is obviously no ordinary magic trick, but as long as the skill is close to the Tao, no matter how simple it is, it is like a miracle...

Wang Qiaorong nodded: "What a fast hand!"

Indeed, later generations of science have proven that human eyes can process 25 frames per second, or objects that exist in the field of view for more than 0.02 seconds. This principle is used in movies and television.

And the speed exceeds this, and the human eye can no longer capture it.

For example, bullets, many thousand arts, and magic.

Chen Zican never thought that instead of laughing at his little tricks, she seemed to respect him very much.

He scratched his head and said with a smile: "I have told Brother Wang a long time ago that I am a little liar."

Wang Heming also figured it out at this time, and laughed and said: "This confirms what you said that day."

"Deception can indeed stabilize a country and defeat the enemy. It's really an eye-opener for me!"

Chen Zican stretched out his hand: "Sister Master, are you going to pass on your centuries-old skills to me directly, or are you going to give me a martial arts secret book?"

Wang Qiaorong was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

This smile is like spring flowers blooming, the ice and snow are melting, and it is so beautiful.

Chen Zican and Wang Heming were both distracted for a moment.

But I heard her say in a crisp voice: "Since you want to learn from me, I'll tell you my inheritance first."

"My master lives in seclusion in Emei. I won't tell you her name, but remember, our sect's skills have only been passed down to women for generations..."

Chen Zican was just about to ask if he was called Master Jue, but when he heard this last sentence, he couldn't help but say "Huh?"

"Why? You can't be sexist!"

Wang Qiaorong suppressed her laughter and shook her head: "The techniques of our school are only suitable for women's pure yin body practice."

"As for men, it's not impossible..."

Chen Zican shouted: "Tsk, if you want to practice magical skills, you must first retreat from the palace, right? Are you practicing the sword technique to ward off evil?"

Wang Qiaorong's cheeks were slightly red and she sighed: "Nonsense!"

"Who said you want that?"

"It's just that the more a man practices, the more feminine he becomes. Not only does he get twice the result with half the effort, but every move he makes later becomes more and more like a woman..."

"Pseudo-mother? Dongfang Invincible?"

Chen Zican frowned: "Sister Rong, you are going to default on your debt!"

Wang Qiaorong smiled sweetly and pointed at Kou'er, who was sleeping soundly: "You are allowed to lie to others all day long, but I am not allowed to lie to you? Besides, what's wrong with being a girl?"

"I keep my word, and I will teach you the technique now."

"Although your little trick is worthless, this should be regarded as repaying your help to Brother Wang."

Chen Zican was speechless.

"Why are you shaking your head?"

"If you don't want to practice, you can let this little girl practice."

"I teach this technique and never pass it on to others easily. Once you practice it successfully, you can beautify your face."

"I think this girl has good bones. Is she important to you?"

Chen Zican glanced at Kuan'er. She had been inseparable from him since he came into this world.

Thinking of that day in the deserted village ancestral hall, when the ferocious Tian Bugeng rushed towards her, in the critical situation, she did not hesitate to stand in front of her...

"You don't want it? Really don't want it? Then don't tell me..."

Chen Zican gritted his teeth and stood up, shouting: "Yes!"

"Why not? I got this by cheating..."

Wang Qiaorong said solemnly: "Okay, concentrate your mind, look carefully, and listen attentively..."

He moved his feet and stood on a seven-star pile, with his left side empty and right side full, concentrating his energy and concentration.

"Remember, I sent Yaochi Jade Planting Technique, two general tips..."

If you win the entrance, don’t pursue it; if you burn it all, you will turn to the twelfth lunar month.

From then on, gold is added to the water, and from there the water is transformed into gold.

All kinds of gods should appear from him, and a true spirit can only admire itself.

When it gathers, it takes shape and disperses into qi. The clear sky comes and goes without any intention.

His body shape changed into a moon-holding pile, and he chanted in a long voice:

Since Yaotai carries the bright moon, it scatters it to Tianchi to plant jade lotus.

One branch is bright and clear, and the five leaves are reunited.

The great power has seen the mysteries, and the magical power must be understood naturally.

From his four images flowing around, the realm of Changchun does not count the years.