Manual Aura Resuscitation, the Start Leads To the Cultivator

　　　　 The young man continued: "What did you just say? Cultivator? Cultivator? There are still cultivators in the world?"

　　Da Ming Ji was stunned for a while, as if thinking of something, he fumbled for a while and took out the leaflet of the Recovery Group: "Old ancestors, please have a look."

　　 The young man hooked his finger at him, but saw that the flyer in Ji Daming's hand was suddenly blown by a gust of wind, and then it floated towards the young man's hand.

　　 hiss--

　　Hime Daimyo and others have never seen such a scene? Calling for a miracle, he knelt down again.

　　 The young man took the leaflet and looked at it for a moment. He didn't recognize some simplified characters. The reader asked, "What group?"

　　 "Su. Recovery Group."

　　 "Su?"

　　 The youth frowned: "So what did Su write? What does Recovery Group mean?"

　　 "It's an organization. The world's top chaebol organization. They are very rich and give out 100 billion U.S. dollars as bonuses..."

　　 "100 billion dollars?"

　　Hime Daimyo thought for a while: "It is written on the flyer. It is equivalent to one million taels of silver. It is equivalent to three million million pieces now in the ocean..."

　　 "Oh, I know when you say Dayang."

　　 The young man watched for nearly half an hour, not because he was thinking about it, but because he didn't know a lot of simplified characters, and he was half guessing and asking questions.

　　 For a long time, the youth showed a smile:

　　 "Interesting."

　　 ‘咻--’, waving a big gun in his hand. The long hair held behind him was broken, just the length of the shawl.

　　 Jumped down, he glanced at Ji Daming: "I know you, and it’s been many years. Let’s go and visit your house."

　　 "Go and go."

　　 "Old ancestors, please here!"

　　Hime and others were ecstatic.

　　 An hour later, Ji Daming took the ancestor back by riding a battery car.

　　 Along the way, the young man looked at everything around him curiously, all of which was new to him.

　　 When I got home, I made tea and killed chickens again. It's a busy time.

　　The youth suddenly asked: "What year is it now?"

　　 "Old ancestors, 2021."

　　 "What year did I ask?"

　　 Ji Daimyo thought for a while: "The Year of the Ox."

　　 "I... forget it."

　　 The young man was silent for a while, and then said, "In the end, did Zhang Xun succeed, or Yuan Shikai succeeded?"

　　 A group of peasants: "..."

　　 Look at me, I look at you. What do you mean? Everyone knows Yuan Shikai, who is Zhang Xun?

　　 The youth frowned: "Don't you know Zhang Xun? Isn't he restored? Is it the end?"

　　 hiss—

　　Hime Daimyo took a deep breath in embarrassment, this, this, this touches the knowledge blind zone!

　　 At this time, Ji Daming's son from junior high school returned, and Ji Daming hurriedly shouted: "Come here and meet the ancestors."

　　 "Hurry up, what are you stunned? Come and kowtow!"

　　Hime Daimyo's son looked at the man in front of him stupidly, and subconsciously knocked his head twice.

　　 Ji Da Ming mentioned his son like a chicken, and asked: "What is Zhang Xun's restoration, do you know?"

　　 The son was a little scared, and while covering his face with his hands, he said, "Learned...learned." He was afraid that his irritable father would slap himself.

　　Ji daimyo said excitedly: "Old ancestor, I know, he knows. Quickly, tell my ancestor about Zhang Xun..."

　　 My son shuddered in fright, and said in his heart, this is to test whether I need to work hard at school.

　　 "I...I can't remember."

　　 "What use do I want you!"

　　 "Oh, dad, but I know which page of the history book! I read it, I read it, this is not a required test, I promise..."

　　 "Quickly, read it!"

　　 ‘Zila’, the child opened his schoolbag, took out a history book from it, and said aloud:

　　 "In the sixth year of the Republic of China, Zhang Xun led an army of five thousand braids into Beijing and carried out the twelve-year-old Puyi to announce the restoration. The name was changed to the ninth year of Xuantong, and the whole country was powered on to hang dragons..."

　　 The youth interrupted: ‘I know, I’m asking you, did he end up? Also, how long did Cai E live? ’

　　 Child: "..."

　　 "I...I haven't learned there yet."

　　 At this time, Ji Daming figured it out, oh, it turns out that the ancestors were from the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China?

　　 "Old ancestors, I don't know the specifics. It certainly didn't happen, because the later history overthrew Yuan Shikai's rule... and then the proletarian workers all over the world united."

　　 "Then our country's peasants, workers, and the proletariat have united. Then...then, anyway, the war of resistance has been fought for eight years. We won. Then we are New China."

　　 When the name of Ji Ji spoke, Ji Dakang and others immediately picked up what they knew.

　　 Although the history of the Republic of China is not clear to these farmers. But don’t you know about the War of Resistance?

　　 How many times have you acted on TV...

　　 has been talking about it for more than an hour. The young man has a general understanding of the world and asked: "You just said that there are still cultivators in this world?"

　　 Ji Da Ming blushed a little, and wanted to tell his ancestors that it was the slogan of the Recovery Group. It is to attract the strong past.

　　 But I can’t say that. What if the ancestors think there is nothing big to do? What about the bonus? Those bonuses can make the twenty-odd people in Xingyimen all become rich people, and the children can also go to good schools and live in the school district...

　　 "Old ancestors, we don't know this. But let me tell you, all the powerhouses on the entire planet have gone, one for the bonus, and two, to be able to board Recovery Island and see the real powerhouses in this world!"

　　 A flash of excitement flashed in the youth's eyes: "Sign up for me. How do I sign up?"

　　"..."

　　 After half an hour, Ji Daming rode the harvest three rounds, took his son and ancestors, and the three came to the only black internet cafe in the town.

　　 "Quickly, sign up for your ancestors, how does this computer operate? Hurry up!"

　　 My son is not stupid, he probably also saw that this should be the master of the teacher’s sect, and immediately opened a computer proficiently at the boss’s place:

　　 "Old ancestor, don't move, I will take a photo for you and upload it."

　　 said, picked up the camera on the computer and pointed at him and took a picture.

　　 Although there is surprise in his eyes, he still observes everything around him calmly.

　　 "Name. Old ancestors, please fill in your name here."

　　 "Ji Jixue."

　　 hiss—

　　Mime Ji Ji was a little frightened when he heard this name. He was really an ancestor. It's actually a successor to the next generation!

The founder of 　　 Xingyiquan is called ‘Master Ji Jike’. This is also the next generation. And this old ancestor in front of him is obviously of the same generation as Ji Jike. What kind of dynasty is this...?

　　 Ji Ji swallowed her saliva, and a rush of blood flashed in her eyes.

　　 So... can you reach the realm of your ancestors when you practice your martial arts to the extreme? Have lived for hundreds of years, can live for hundreds of years!

　　 "Age."

　　 "Age..."

Ji Jixue thought for a while and said, "I forgot. I just remember that Cai E was out of health at the time, and I asked someone to come to me, and I just started to retreat in the year that he was treated for his life. At that time, I should have been one. One hundred and twenty years old."

　　Ji daimyo patted her son on the head: "Who is Cai E?"

　　 The son turned his head in horror and looked at the ancestor, Cai E? Wow... the ancestor still gave him his life?

　　 That special is the Republic of China!

　　 My son now understands who the so-called ancestor is, and knows how old he is...

　　 My son broke his fingers for a long time, and came to a general conclusion:

　　 "It should be two hundred... Then I fill in two hundred and thirty years old?"

"Row."

　　 "Ancestral home. Then my ancestral home is filled in Shanxi..."

　　"..."

　　 Application submission.

　　Hime daimyo rubbed her hands in excitement, one hundred billion dollars!

　　 Hundreds of billions of dollars!

　　 It’s true that I grew up and insisted on going to Houshan to give you three sacrifices every year. This is a bit like an ancestor!

At this moment, Ji Daming's eyes lighted up, and he began to imagine that his ancestors could buy a big villa, buy a car, send his son to study abroad, find a self-employed job, and live in the future. In the city...

　　 After years of practicing martial arts, I finally made money!

　　 "Old ancestor, wait for me to discuss with my daughter-in-law, we will count the deposits in these two days. Then I will send you to the competition myself."

　　 Ji Jixue thought for a while, smiled and patted Ji's head on the head, then the whole person suddenly turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared.

　　The name of Ji Ji was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly looked around, but no one was seen again. People, like ghosts, disappear suddenly.

　　 "Old ancestors!"

　　 "How about your ancestors?"

　　 "Old ancestors..."

　　 "Son, have you seen the ancestors?"

　　 "I, I, I..."

　　The son said in horror: "I, I saw him suddenly disappear. Teleport, this must be teleport, we are in physics, in the quantum field..."

　　 With a ‘pop’, Ji Daming slapped him on the head: “Don’t be so nonsense with me. Where’s the ancestor, what about people!”

　　 Daimyo Ji blushed on the spot, rushed out and stood on the street looking around, no ancestor was seen again.

　　 after a moment. Ji Daming roared up to the sky in grief:

"no no!!"

　　 "Old ancestor, you are back..."

　　 "Oh. One hundred billion dollars, that's it, that's all. These years, I have given you three sacrifices for nothing."

As soon as 　　's words fell, a chuckle suddenly came from Ji Daming's ears:

　　 "You unscrupulous children and grandchildren. Hehe, I take advantage of these few days to travel around Kyushu. I will go and win."

　　Hime daimyo blushed, and said, "I didn't mean that."

　　 While talking, he turned his head, but couldn’t see anyone at all, and only sighed in his heart. This is the magical method...

　　 "Old ancestors, it's boring to mention these. It's okay for the younger generation to offer you three sacrifices, don't talk about those."

　　 "Old ancestors, then...you are so old, and you must miss your descendants if you win. We are all surnamed Ji, it is not good, you can give an eighteen million person..."

　　‘No penny is taken, it’s all yours. Hahaha. A bunch of bastards. ’

　　'S voice got farther and farther, leaving only a burst of hearty laughter echoing in Ji Daming's ears.

　　 For a long time, Ji Daming squeezed his fists and walked back on his son’s shoulders:

　　 "Go, go home. Wait another three days, under the Xingyi Gate of Mount Wutai, you will be shocked everywhere!"

　　 The son also raised his small fist: "Dad, can the ancestors beat them? So old, he actually treated Cai E..."

　　Hime Daimyo snorted, and a scorn flashed in his eyes:

"Tai Chi won't go out for ten years, and Xingyi will kill people in a year. Don't listen to the rumors and rumors of the outside world. UU reading www.uukanshu.com always remember that the boxing techniques handed down by our Ji family are the quintessence of the country. The same. Even though the whole world is saying that China has no national arts, we must firmly believe it. Because if we don’t believe it, in the future, it will really be gone..."

　　 "Dad, if there are no ancestors in the world, you have not seen the ancestors' means... would you still believe in what you insisted on?"

　　 "Yes. Even if I have money, I have to go to Recovery Island personally to fight a fight!"

"Why?"

　　 Ji Daming's eyes are a little gloomy:

"I am very grateful for the grand event initiated by the Recovery Group. Because I have a hunch that if Xingyiquan had not been passed on to our generation, it would be the last generation. In the future, it will be completely submerged in the long river of history. No one remembers anymore. This time, our ancestors went to renew our lives. I have a hunch that in a month, people from any country in this world will rush to China to study art."

　　 "No one recorded it before."

　　 "Now, with the witness of six billion people all over the world, it will be recorded forever! Those legends, no longer legends, will truly happen to them."

　　"..."

　　 Countdown.

　　—Two days!

　　 The world has entered the most tense moment.

　　 30 million players from all over the world, start preparing for the battle!

　　 Six billion pairs of eyes fixed on any message or sound on the Internet, TV, and radio. Waiting for the last moment to come!

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