Siheyuan: Wang Bo's Happy Life

When Wang Boto raised his gun and started shooting in a standing position, and hit the bull's eye with five consecutive shots, Captain Zhang on the side could not help but raise his gun.

It would be fine if he couldn't win in a fight, but if he couldn't even shoot as well as Wang Bo, a newbie who had just touched a gun, he wouldn't have to be the squadron leader anymore and should just go home and sell sweet potatoes.

The soldiers on the side couldn't help but stare when they saw that Wang Bo, a layman, had such good shooting skills. They were carefully selected from the army, and they might not be able to shoot so accurately.

The unconvinced soldiers also started shooting. It was not known whether it was because Wang Bo stimulated them, but most of them shot more accurately than before.

The next training was 200-meter target shooting. Everyone was stunned when Wang Bo almost hit the center of the bull's eye in both prone and standing shooting.

Li Shan on the side twitched his mouth. He was a shooting instructor, and the level of Wang Bo, a novice, was comparable to his.

Captain Zhang held Wang Bo's hand tightly and shouted excitedly: "Coach Wang, how did you hit the ball so accurately? You must explain it to us!"

"What's there to say? Everyone knows that I was born with supernatural powers!" Wang Bo pulled out his hand and waved it proudly. "You have to hold the gun steadily and aim accurately. I have practiced this in my dreams for decades. Now it's a piece of cake!"

A few months passed in a flash, and in the blink of an eye it was the last day before Wang Bo left.

In the training ground, Wang Bo was surrounded by a group of soldiers who had just been defeated.

A soldier lying on the ground panting asked curiously, "Coach Wang, how many can you fight?"

"Have you heard of 'At thirty, one is independent; at forty, one is free from doubts; at fifty, one knows the will of heaven'?"

"I've heard of it, but what does it have to do with how many you fight?"

Wang Bo sat on the chair and said proudly, "At thirty, I stand on my own feet. It means that when thirty people surround me, I stand up. At forty, I am free from doubts. It means that when forty people surround me, I will not have any doubts. And at fifty, I know the will of heaven. It means that when fifty people surround me, I can see their fate at a glance."

The soldiers were already used to Wang Bo's eccentricity, and amidst the laughter they shouted, "Master Wang, when were you the best in the world?"

When Wang Bo returned to the courtyard, it was already autumn. During the National Day, we detonated an atomic bomb and a hydrogen bomb in the northwest, which effectively deterred our evil neighbors in the north. They reluctantly put away their claws and went back to lie dormant, and we also lowered our combat readiness.

It was broad daylight and most people in the courtyard had gone to work. When Wang Bo returned home, he didn't see any rain. Feeling bored, he went into the small courtyard again.

The current courtyard is no longer used to grow crops or vegetables, but instead is home to a few fruit trees.

There are two grape trees next to the wall, and an apple tree, a persimmon tree, a jujube tree, and a walnut tree in the yard.

There is no spring, summer, autumn or winter in this small courtyard. At this time, milky white flowers are blooming on the apple tree, the newly harvested walnuts on the walnut tree are green, and the persimmon tree is already hung with red lanterns.

Wang Bo picked a persimmon casually, and the soft persimmon accidentally broke its skin in his hand.

Wang Bo tasted it and found the persimmon soft, sticky and smooth, just like eating honey. It was so delicious that Wang Bo sucked the flesh directly into his mouth.

“This persimmon is so sweet!”

As expected of things grown in the space courtyard, the taste is much better than what Wang Bo ate in his previous life. Wang Bo is also looking forward to the apples, grapes and walnuts that have not yet grown.

If the taste is so unique, I might as well rent a hill and grow fruit there after the storm passes!

After a while of random thoughts, Wang Bo carefully picked more than twenty persimmons. Just as he was about to leave the courtyard with the persimmons, he suddenly found that the tightly closed gate had a crack!

Wang Bo was so excited that he almost dropped the persimmon in his hand.

I haven't paid much attention to this door recently. When did it open like this? !

Wang Bo took two steps to the door, put the persimmons on the ground, and with trembling hands, he gently pushed the door.

The door didn't move at all.

Seeing that there was no change, Wang Bo exerted strength on his hands, but no matter how hard he tried, even if veins all over his body popped, the crack in the door did not change at all.

After trying for a long time, Wang Bo, who was out of breath, realized that he could not push the door at all. Not giving up, he lay down on the crack of the door and looked out.

But the scene outside the door left Wang Bo stunned.

Outside the gate of the courtyard, there was actually a bedroom, a bedroom that was both extremely familiar and unfamiliar to Wang Bo.

In the bedroom, bright sunlight sprinkled in every corner of the house. On the desk were neatly arranged materials for senior high school review, a bag of potato chips was open, and a layer of water droplets hung on the Coke bottle next to it. On the bed, there was a mobile phone with a lit screen. The TV series "Love in the Courtyard" was playing on the phone, and the screen was stuck at this moment.

This is my bedroom!

This is what it looked like when I traveled through time and space here!

Seeing that his original world was only separated from his own by a door, Wang Bo shouted and pounded like a madman, but the door did not move at all, and there was no change in the bedroom opposite.

Wang Bo stared with his eyes wide open and stretched out his fingers with all his strength, trying to reach into the bedroom opposite, but there seemed to be a layer of extremely tough film that prevented him from getting through.

"Dad! Mom!"

After struggling for a long time, Wang Bo, who was exhausted, knelt in front of the door with tears in his eyes, and howled with all his strength, but the thin film separated the two worlds so tightly that even the sound could not get through.

At this point, Wang Bo understood that he could not get through this door at all, and the strength that he was so proud of was of no use here.

Powerless and lost, Wang Bo lay on the ground, crying silently, his whole body twitching like a stray dog.

After a long time, Wang Bo got up from the ground.

Since the door is open a crack, I have a chance. Just because I can't get through now doesn't mean I won't be able to in the future.

He took another deep look at his bedroom outside the door and made up his mind that he would find a way to open the door and return to his original world!

After Wang Bo calmed down, he suddenly found that the "emotional system" in his mind, which had been silent for nearly ten years, was active again.

"I don't know how high the blue sky is, or how thick the yellow earth is. I only see the cold moon and the warm sun, which burn the life span of people. The system has unlocked the fourth skill, the skill "Bitter Days Are Short". Please practice diligently."

As Wang Bo received the message from the system, a set of cultivation techniques was automatically imprinted in his mind. At the same time, the three words "Bitter Days Are Short" turned into a ball of white gas and floated to three inches below Wang Bo's navel.

This is actually a ball of true Qi.

Wang Bo randomly sat cross-legged on the ground and, according to the method of "Ku Ri Duan", guided the true Qi ball out of the lower Dantian and into the Du Channel, and then ran a large circle throughout the body, and then gathered at the upper Dantian on the top of the head, and then entered the Ren Channel, passed the middle Dantian, and led back to the lower Dantian, completing a large and small circle.

As Wang Bo moved, he could feel the spiritual energy of heaven and earth floating around him, slowly absorbing it into his body, and his own true Qi also increased a little bit.

After the run, Wang Bo jumped up from the ground with joy.

Am I dreaming? I actually have a method for practicing cultivation?

Will I be able to achieve immortality and become an immortal through cultivation?