Chapter 130 Believe in Science
Seeing that Chen Jue didn't say anything for a long time, as if he was standing there in a daze, his whole body was in a daze, and the fluctuations of qi and blood in his body began to gradually subside.
Lin Yuanchao couldn't help but shook his head. He saw that Chen Jue was in a mysterious state and knew that he was in some special enlightenment or a Taoist meditation. He patted Yao San's shoulder and said, "San'er, let's go!"
"Master Chen... No, it should be Master Chen who has already attained enlightenment! He is different from us secular practitioners. Let's go and don't disturb him from his quiet enlightenment!"
"Enlightenment?"
"Master?" Yao San was a little confused. Just now, his master was very enthusiastic about asking Chen Jue for guidance.
Now, after just chatting for a few sentences, he turned around and was about to leave.
Yao San was a little puzzled, and looked at Chen Jue again, only to find that this young man with great martial arts skills had an outstanding temperament inside and out, which was not the bearing of an ordinary person in the world.
Yao San originally planned to get to know Chen Jue, and preferably exchange contact information, but after listening to his mentor's words, he obediently followed in his master's footsteps.
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" Master ! Why don't you chat more with Master Chen...?" Yao San couldn't help but ask on the way out of the park.
"He has transcended the mundane world. We ordinary mortals cannot touch him. If we touch him for too long, it will ruin his practice. When I was young, I went to Wudang Mountain to participate in a martial arts competition and saw such a Jindan Zhenren."
"These people pursue the illusory elixir of immortality. If you come into contact with them for a long time, you will doubt your life. In this day and age, there are still young people practicing internal alchemy. It's really ... We must believe in science! We can't be superstitious!" Lin Yuanchao snorted and warned his apprentice. Although he lost the competition, he was still the stubborn and tough old man, with the spiritual imprint of that special era.
On the other hand, after Chen Jue discovered that he had gone astray in his practice, and only knew how to blindly pursue the martial arts techniques of his predecessors and grasp the essence of their understanding, but lost his own true meaning, his emotions almost fluctuated violently, and even his golden elixir almost couldn't be restrained!
Fortunately, his attributes were strong enough, and his body had been reborn in advance into a sacred flesh, which suppressed his emotional fluctuations.
After all, a person's spiritual will is mainly in the brain. Chen Jue is strong enough to influence people's brain functions and temporarily stabilize their spiritual will by relying on his physique.
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"Are you touched?" Chen Jue shook his head and let out a long sigh. He didn't know how long he had been standing by the lake. When he came to his senses, he found that it was almost dark.
I took out my cell phone and saw several missed calls and messages.
The calls were all from Cheng Wei, asking where he had gone and why he hadn't been seen all day.
There was also Yun Xiaomei who sent a message asking for advice on martial arts. In addition, Political Commissar Yao also sent a message asking where others were, as they would gather tomorrow to participate in the competition.
Chen Jue picked up his phone and replied one by one, not thinking about the fist and the touching things anymore, thinking that he couldn't figure out the problem in a short time. He temporarily suppressed it in his heart and slowly walked back to the high-end community.
At this time, Cheng Wei had already returned from get off work. Seeing Chen Jue suddenly appear again, he asked him where he had been hanging out, and took Chen Jue to a Laobian Dumpling Restaurant for a meal.
During this period, Chen Jue saw that although Cheng Wei's liver qi stagnation symptoms had improved slightly, his worry was not resolved. He could see that Cheng Wei was still concerned about the previous unrequited love.
This is the persistence and unwillingness left after Cheng Wei suffered a setback in his relationship. Just like Lin Yuanchao, the successor of the Three Emperors Cannon Chui whom he met during the day, they both have a unique spiritual imprint of their own.
The feeling was extremely mysterious, and if Chen Jue had not formed the golden elixir, he would not have been able to sense it.
"Yun Xiaomei is natural, Biaoge is family-oriented, Cheng Wei is infatuated, Yao San is smooth, and Lin Yuanchao is fanatical."
"What about me?"
“Where is my emotion?”
Chen Jue's mind was filled with so many thoughts that he was a little absent-minded while eating. He finished his meal in a hurry and filled his stomach which had been hungry all day.
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After sleeping again at Cheng Wei's house that night, although Chen Jue was able to enter fetal breathing and temporarily calm his mind, he was still a little confused when he woke up the next day. It was as if he had just returned to his hometown in Chencun, not knowing where to go next.
After washing his face with cold water and refreshing himself, Chen Jue packed his backpack, left the community, and took a taxi straight to the agreed competition venue.
He planned to finish the things at hand first, and then go home to carefully contemplate the emotions and true meaning that belonged to him.
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Outside the Sixth Ring Road of Beijing Capital, Chen Jue took a taxi to a guesthouse given by Political Commissar Yao.
After getting off the car, he walked into the guesthouse to inquire a little and reported his ID card. Chen Jue then received his own pass tag and was told that a car would come to pick him up in the afternoon. Then Chen Jue went to his room to rest for a while.
About two hours later, there was a knock on the door. When I opened it, I saw that it was Zhou Gang and Political Commissar Yao, whom I hadn't seen for a long time.
Both of them were wearing casual clothes and looked righteous. At the first sight, Chen Jue sensed from them the military temperament of being as strong as steel and willing to defend their country.
However, Zhou Gang has changed a lot now. He seems more reserved than he was half a month ago. It is obvious that under the guidance of Chen Jue, he has practiced kung fu to the point where he can close his pores at will.
"Coach! I have practiced what you said, that the muscles and bones should be loose, and the skin and fur should be offensive! Look!" Zhou Gang said as he raised his hand, exerting force with his Ming Jin. The hairs on the back of his hand stood up, goose bumps appeared, and his skin began to turn dark and hard.
"Good! It seems that you have been working very hard recently. You should be able to get a good rank this time." Chen Jue smiled slightly, seeing the other party's innocent thoughts, just like a child who got a perfect score in the exam and had to take the report card home to show his parents.
That was not pure showing off, but Zhou Gang was sharing his progress with Chen Jue. It was also the reason why Zhou Gang specially came to Chen Jue to thank him.
"Hehe! With your good wishes, coach, I also hope to get a good ranking, so as to win honor for our XX team!" Brother Zhou scratched his head and said with a blush.
As for Political Commissar Yao, he briefly introduced the arrangements for the subsequent competition to Chen Jue. Then the three of them went downstairs together and got on the jeep that came to pick them up.
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The car drove for a long time and should have been out of Beidu, and finally drove into a base similar to that of the XX Regiment.
The sounds of drills were heard everywhere in the base. When Chen Jue got off the car, he saw many civilian martial artists who, like himself, did not have military temperaments. They were obviously also invited to participate in the competition.
Among these folk martial artists, there are men and women, young and old, as well as a few Taoists with their hair in buns and ordained monks. It is estimated that they have recruited all the masters from the well-known martial arts sects.
I followed Political Commissar Yao to a guesthouse in the base and received the key. They said that the competition would last for three days and we would need to stay in a closed environment in the base for three days.
Chen Jue didn't have any objection. After all, he was receiving an allowance to participate in the competition, and there would be a prize money if he won, which would help ease his financial pressure a little.
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After putting down the backpack , Chen Jue accompanied Zhou Gang to visit the training ground in the base.
I heard from Political Commissar Yao that this base is specially used to train soldiers in combat skills. It has many high-tech equipment that are not accessible to the outside world, as well as some special nutritional supplements, healing medicines, etc. that are supplied internally.
Chen Jue was not very interested at first, as he was only thinking about the thoughtful and touching things, but he could not resist Zhou Gang's repeated invitations, so he walked into the large indoor training ground together.
The training ground is about half the size of a football field. It is equipped with fitness equipment, boxing sandbags, wooden dummies for practicing martial arts, an arena for sparring and competition, and a row of more than ten high-tech dynamometers that can test grip strength, boxing explosive power, and so on.
There were many people gathered in front of each machine, discussing the force measurement results. They were obviously warriors or folk martial artists who came to participate in the competition.
Although the rules of the competition require that the competition be conducted in two separate lines, this is still free time and there is no prohibition on participants coming out to exchange ideas and share fighting experiences.
"Coach! That looks like a machine specifically designed to test punching power!"
"I've seen it online before, but I didn't expect there's one here too." Zhou Gang is only 20 years old this year. He has a unique aura and is full of curiosity about new things. He pulled Chen Jue and lined up behind a machine.
I saw a sturdy and imposing Shaolin monk standing in front of the machine. He bent his waist and horse, exhaled like thunder, and with a muffled punch, he hit the padded dynamometer heavily with the Shaolin Temple's secret Vajra Fist.
There was a loud bang!
After being punched by the Shaolin monk, Chen Jue saw with his own eyes a big dent in the soft cushioning skin of the machine, and then the hole bounced back and returned to its original state. However, a wet mark was still left on the skin. It was obvious that the Shaolin monk had used both the obvious and hidden forces to exert force.
"Another dark energy master?"
Chen Jue frowned, feeling that he had walked out of the forest and entered another level of circle, where he unexpectedly encountered dark energy masters one after another.
It seems that these martial arts sects are not so famous in vain.
Looking at the number rolling on the dynamometer, which finally stopped at 321KG, the Shaolin monk who threw the punch shook his head, looking somewhat dissatisfied. When he was about to continue the test, he was stopped by his fellow apprentice beside him.
"Brother Yantong, there are still many people behind us, let's give our seats to these donors first!" A Shaolin monk said. In fact, they didn't want to be too high-profile, lest their strength test results be noticed by outsiders and deliberately targeted during the competition.
There were many people who had the same idea, but Zhou Gang was a little naive and didn't think too much about it. He thought it was fun, so he pulled Chen Jue to the front. When no one was using the machine, he burst out with a bright force and swung out the I-shaped Fu Hu fist, which hit the cushioned skin with a bang, and a value of 250KG popped up.
"Oh! There's a huge difference!" Zhou Gang looked at the record limit on the machine display. It was the one thrown by the Shaolin monk just now. His full-strength punch was 71KG less than that of the other person. It was obvious that his physical fitness and boxing skills were much weaker than others. Anyone with a discerning eye could see it.
"Coach! Do you want to have a try?" Zhou Gang turned around and looked at Chen Jue expectantly and asked. The punch he had used to burst a sandbag in the regiment had left a very deep impression on him.
Zhou Gang also wanted to see how much value Chen Jue’s punching power could leave on this machine.
At least it must be stronger than the 321KG of the Shaolin monk just now, right?
