Thousands of Hearts

Wang Yiyang sat in the car and smiled at the rain screen outside the window.

"Just that guy, do I need to deal with it?" Lei Wei asked in a loud voice in the front row.

"What to do, just do it." Wang Yiyang responded casually.

His face was only habitual with a smile, but he was thinking about something else.

As for that woman just now. It was just that night, when he and An Yuxi Xia Ying went out to barbecue, they provoked his second-generation family.

What the second generation's name was, he almost forgot, just remembering that he seemed to be arrogant and toasting everywhere, and forced An Yuxi to drink a lot, and later ran to death to force him to drink.

The woman is the older sister of that second generation.

The other happened to come to the child to attend the parent meeting, but did not expect to recognize him. Then came forward and begged, begging him to let go of his family's estate.

Obviously, the other person's home was not badly hit.

Wang Yiyang didn't care. According to the inertia of his men, he estimated that it should be the revenge after the second generation that night, and then the business of the family involved was hit.

For a colossal group like Misite, a small local wealthy businessman, as long as he uses the relationship channel to suppress it a bit, he can make his muscles hurt.

Then if you act on the bank channel again, you can break its capital chain and instantly fall from heaven into the abyss.

From rich people to heavy debts, in fact, many times are just a moment.

"Don't you say don't come and pick me up before?" Wang Yiyang turned to God and asked at will.

"According to your instructions, there is a new change in your hometown, so I rushed to take you to the station." Lei Wei said lowly.

"What happened? Is my grandpa okay?" Wang Yiyang frowned.

"It's okay, but we found out that there are new big moves on the praying mantis side. Many suspicious people frequently go to Guixi Town, many of them are martial arts." Lei Wei answered.

"Not the mobilization of the Shangwu Alliance and Yanhumen?"

"It's checked, no."

"That would be interesting." Wang Yiyang nodded. "Yes, why should we go to the station? Can't we just drive over?"

"Of course if you want to drive, but the fastest solution is a maglev train at the station." Lei Wei returned.

"Okay." Wang Yiyang stopped talking and reached down the back of the front seat.

With a click, a black display opened behind the back of the chair. A real satellite map of the entire town of Guixi is displayed on the screen.

On the map, the blue dots are gradually converging towards the direction of the Moon Sky Martial Art Museum.

"When will our people arrive? How many people are there by the Wuguan?" He asked suddenly.

"About three teams, thirty of them are elite. All of them are carrying the latest equipment from the Ministry of Security."

"When will I arrive."

"After an hour."

"Keep monitoring. I don't want trouble at the last minute."

"Yes."

The black vehicle slowly accelerated, bringing a burst of smoke and dust, heading straight towards the maglev station

Guixi Town, Yuekong Wuguan.

Wang Xinlong pinched his goatee and watched the three disciples of Wu Guan approaching the portrait of the ancestor, bow and salute. A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Among the many disciples, he is now most proud of the three true stories under his door.

Bell silkworm, Nicholas, Xiao Hong.

Among the three, Nicholas used the method of doing business to carry forward the moon-air boxing of the moon-air martial arts hall step by step, and even expected to join the Shangwu alliance.

As a result, other poor brothers and sisters, sisters and sisters, who were originally poor, were brought out of embarrassment together.

Xiao Hong is sincere and down-to-earth. Although she is a female, her understanding and mastery of Lukong Quan is the strongest and most complete of all disciples.

Wang Xinlong has always regarded Xiao Hong as a disciple of inheritance. Just wait for her to teach the Department to pass on the fist for several months, and pass on the fist skill.

As for the clockworm.

Wang Xinlong's eyes fell on the bell silkworm, who was standing right behind the three.

This disciple can be said to be the strongest person in the entire Moon Air Armory.

He is born with divine power and talent, and has an extremely exaggerated learning speed for Moon Kong Quan and any other martial arts.

Originally he was the most suitable person to inherit the Moon and Sky Martial Art Museum.

unfortunately.

Bell silkworm is too violent in character.

His appearance is calm and silent, but his heart is like a volcano.

Although Wang Xinlong has been trying to restrain the heart of Zhong silkworm with other things over the years.

But the opponent is still in the too strong martial arts talent, sliding a little bit to the unknown depth.

"Nali, Bi!" The apprentice disciple yelled.

"The teacher is seated."

Wang Xinlong sat down slowly, cross-legged on the futon.

"The disciples are seated."

Bell silkworm, Nicholas, Xiao Hong, the three separated by a low table, sitting face to face opposite Wang Xinlong.

"Close your eyes." The disciple of the salute chanted again.

The four quickly closed their eyes. Sit up.

"Calm up."

A loud drink came again.

The four, including Wang Xinlong, clasped their hands at the same time, quietly and quietly.

Being quiet can allow the impetuous heart to slowly settle down, so that you can discover more details that you usually don't notice.

This is called Li Jing in the moon fist.

This is also the last link in the ancestor worship.

Li Jing lasted for fifteen minutes.

The four talents slowly opened their eyes and felt the clarity of another generation.

Sitting in meditation for fifteen minutes with your mind completely clear is a boring and patient process.

Do not practice or imagine anything, but just feel your own feelings quietly.

Wang Xinlong looked at the three disciples, especially Zhong Silkworm.

He saw the eyes that had become clear again in Zhong Silkworm's eyes, and couldn't help smiling.

During this time, he vaguely saw what the bell silkworm was distressing. So this time, while taking the sacrifice of the ancestor, I tried to let Zhong Silk take this opportunity to clean up her heart.

It seems that his purpose has been achieved.

"Bong silkworm." Wang Xinlong exhaled softly, and the intangible breath curved the smoke of the incense burner on the low table in front of him slightly.

"What did the teacher tell me?" Zhong Silk looked calm and bowed slightly.

"But have you been upset recently?" Wang Xinlong asked slowly.

"Yes, teacher.

I often ask myself that the heart is the root of martial arts, and a strong heart can strengthen it, but my heart is still full of flaws.

So I have been anxious. "Zhong Silkworm answered truthfully.

"Why are you anxious, you are already the strongest person in the Lunkong Quanshu genre. Even the ancestor who created Lunkong Quan may not have the height you are today." Wang Xinlong calmly said, "You have surpassed me, surpassed the ancestors, The moon-air boxing has been practiced like never before. "

"But I still often feel weak." Bell Silk showed a slight distress.

Regardless of the strange look of his brother and sister beside him, he raised his head and said in a deep voice: "I want to surpass everything by martial arts, but I can't see hope."

"" Wang Xinlong kept silent.

"I noticed that the physical body has limits, but the heart is infinite. And all life has a heart. If you can defeat the opponent's heart beyond the physical level, then all opponents will win without a fight." With some kind of coldness and depression.

"That is evil." Wang Xinlong sighed. "The body and mind must be balanced. A strong heart will not be a source without roots, so in addition to the physical body, we also need more external support, such as love, responsibility, morality and harmony."

"And fear!" Zhong Silk suddenly interrupted Wang Xinlong's words.

"Enough!" Wang Xinlong sank. "I don't know where you got this set of fallacies, but the essence of martial arts is to overcome fear, not to create fear!"

"There is no right or wrong weapon. Teacher you told me this."

"Weapons that may affect people's hearts should not be regarded as dead things in themselves!" Wang Xinlong's voice shook, shaking the entire hall of the Wuguan hall with numbness.

"In my heart, in the form of fear, there is no end to hope!" Zhong Silk lowered his head.

"It's ridiculous!" Wang Xinlong slammed the table, his strong body got up, his muscles swelled up slightly, and he exuded a magnificent momentum.

"If everyone thinks like you, we won't have a legacy of martial arts, and everyone will live to spread fear to each other.

Fights are everywhere, killings are everywhere. Do you think such a world makes sense? ? "

"Meaning? What is that kind of thing used for? Can you take me one step further? Teacher, you always use these fake big empty things to sting me. But I am no longer a kid," Zhong Silk said peacefully.

"A meaningless life is tantamount to a machine. Even if you successfully find the way to martial arts evolution, what else can you leave in your heart?" Wang Xinlong said angrily.

"My heart is only martial arts."

"You have family, you haven't found relatives! You have your brothers and sisters, sisters and sisters! They are all your concerns!"

"But I can't feel it, what is the concern." Zhong Silk murmured.

"When you are cared for, your heart will be softer and stronger. Anyone needs the support of love.

The purpose of martial arts is to sublimate, not to conquer! Do you still understand this? !! "Wang Xinlong drank hard.

"If your heart is soft, you have hesitation. If you have a hesitation, your hands will be weak. Teacher, you told me."

"There are many types of softness, and softness can also become strength." Wang Xinlong reluctantly argued.

"Then let me see how strong it is." Zhong Silk lowered her eyebrows.

"Bong silkworm you!" Wang Xinlong pointed at his most proud disciple, and his uncomfortable heart felt like a stream of water, continuously eroding his body.

He had no idea that his disciple, who had the most high hopes, has now gone in such a distorted direction.

"teacher."

Bell silkworm was silent for a moment, and slowly stood up.

"You, you have become my shackles."

Long

A low thunder swayed slowly from the clouded sky.

The sky gradually faded.

Wang Yiyang just stepped onto the maglev carriage. Suddenly he looked up at the sky.

"The light is a bit dim."

"Please get in the car. The evaluation information you need is already in place." Lei Wei looked calm and reminded in a low voice.

Wang Yiyang smiled and stepped onto the carriage.

The whole three carriages were packed by him and went to Guixi Town alone.

The compartment he was in was in the center, and various seats were vacated long ago. The empty space was used for desks, bar counters, projectors, office computers, etc.

Suddenly turned the maglev train into another mobile RV.

These are not possible with pure money.