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- Chapter 0179: Long Aotian!
Kong Mingquan is a fierce and sharp boxing technique among foreign boxing. There are no fancy routines. It directly attacks the weak points of the body. Basically, the attack points are in the middle line of the human body. This line is the most vulnerable point of the human body.
This group of special forces have also practiced military style boxing on weekdays, but military style boxing is actually considered a routine. However, under Yang Mo's careful training, the murderous aura of these special forces soldiers has obviously become more and more powerful. A good set of boxing techniques can change a person's temperament.
After practicing for nearly a month, the individual combat quality of these thirty-six special forces soldiers was obviously higher than before. As for Yang Mo's skill, ordinary people can't learn it even if they want to, because in such martial arts families, the family concept is very strong and will never be passed on to outsiders. Moreover, even if they have apprentices, they will keep a few hands for self-protection, one for each generation. Now that it has been passed down, one can imagine how much fur is left.
Yang Mo didn't hide his secrets at all and passed it on to them. When he left, he told them that they must carry forward this boxing technique, but don't pass it on to just one person. If that person has bad character, it will definitely be harmful to the society. is a bad influence. Because teaching a bad person is equivalent to giving him a sharp dagger, and the damage he causes will be doubled.
A month later, Yang Mo returned to school from the army. At this time, the students in the school had just finished their military training. Unlike his classmates who cried and complained after the military training, Yang Mo seemed very refreshed. His classmates were reprimanded by the junior instructors, but he went to teach the special forces soldiers a lesson. With such a big gap in reality, their spirits were certainly different.
After the military training, classes officially began.
In the first class, Yang Mo was very considerate and got to know each other with his classmates. Those who major in philosophy are either the kind of people who are very talkative, or they are the stuffy guy who can't be beaten with a stick. No matter how others talk to him, he will look at you with a silly smile, and he seems to be doing nothing.
There are basically no normal students like Yang Mo. After all, Yang Mo filled in casually.
As for girls, the situation is even worse. Either she is a girl with glasses as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle, or she is a girl with long flowing hair and a temperament that makes everyone drunk but I am alone. Anyway, she is not normal, but the average quality is not bad, at least there is no dinosaur girl .
Yang Mo has no idea about these female classmates who are just a little bit above the mediocre line. He has too many beauties in his heart, and naturally there is no room for vulgarity in his eyes.
But it’s better to do this, it will save Yang Mo from being distracted.
In the first section, under the guidance of the class teacher, everyone introduced themselves to each other and elected some class cadres.
Yang Mo anyway maintained an attitude of not participating or being in the limelight, so he was not inconspicuous, except that a few girls looked at him a few times. After all, in this class, Yang Mo was regarded as the class leader. No way, fireflies always shine so brightly in the dark.
For Yang Mo, he was reluctant to have anything to do with these classmates, because he knew that his coming here was just a formality, and it was hard to say whether he would continue reading. Because reading will not have any substantial impact on his life, it is nothing more than a boring pastime.
Yang Mo kept this idea for about ten minutes between classes. When the bell rang for the second period and an old man in a green shirt walked into the classroom, Yang Mo decisively gave up the idea of ??dropping out.
Because he felt that this old man was unfathomable, and he could not see the details of this old man at all, but what was certain was that this old man's breathing method was very advanced, and he must be a master of the family, and a master among masters. At least, Yang Mo wasn't even sure that he could defeat him.
Yang Mo noticed the old man, and the old man also noticed Yang Mo. He looked around, and finally focused on Yang Mo. A trace of surprise suddenly escaped Gujing Wubo's eyes. Immediately, he turned around and wrote three big characters on the blackboard: Long Aotian.
As soon as I wrote this name, there was an uproar below. I thought to myself, isn’t this the classic protagonist in online novels who shakes his tiger body and unleashes his tyrannical energy?
Yang Mo didn’t feel it was strange. The name was just a code name. Even if it was called Dou Po Cang Qiong, it wouldn’t be a big deal!
"My name is Long Aotian." The old man Long Aotian had no reaction to everyone's surprise. He has taught students all his life. In the past two years, every time he wrote his name to the new students, it would cause such an uproar. At first, he would explain Two sentences, and then I became accustomed to it.
"Today we will talk about Zhuangzi, a famous philosopher in our country."
Long Aotian turned around and wrote the word Zhuangzi on the blackboard, and then asked: "What do you know about Zhuangzi?"
As soon as these words came out, a large number of students immediately raised their hands.
Long Aotian stretched out his hand to signal them to put their hands down and said, "You don't have to raise your hands to answer questions in my class. If you have any ideas, just say them. I can hear each of you."
As soon as these words came out, other students immediately started talking eloquently, but Yang Mo frowned and muttered in a low voice: Can you hear everyone's voice? Really the best among masters?
Yang Mo raised his head, and Long Aotian was also looking at Yang Mo. The two looked at each other for two or three seconds, and Yang Mo felt that it was unfathomable and he had no idea what his real identity was.
"Okay, what everyone talked about the most just now is Zhuang Zhou Meng Die." After looking at Yang Mo for two or three seconds, Long Aotian quickly got into the rhythm of the lecture and said, "Then what do you think Zhuang Zhou Meng Die means?"
Below is another answer for a while, the Department of Philosophy is like this. As long as the teacher decentralizes, you never have to worry about the classroom.
After letting the students chatter for a long time, Long Aotian continued: "What everyone said is very reasonable. But have you ever thought about this truth? Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou, could it be that he is the same person? A story of dimensions. Our world actually exists in multiple dimensions, which means that many interfaces exist in parallel, and occasionally there will be some intersection"
Before Long Aotian finished speaking, a student interrupted him: "Teacher, you are not talking about philosophy, are you? Why do you feel that you are talking about Japanese comics? Isn't the two-dimensional thing only paid attention to by otakus? You also Do you often go to District 11?"
"Okay, let's get down to business. We just made a joke." Long Aotian smiled slightly. He did not blame the classmate for questioning him in person. Instead, he looked at Yang Mo, picked up the book and explained Zhuangzi like a book. philosophical thoughts.
Long Aotian talked about philosophy, and other students immediately listened with interest. Yang Mo's entire attention was focused on the nonsense that Long Aotian just said. This was not the first time that Yang Mo had heard of the concept of parallel worlds. This thing often appeared in online novels, and it was easy to travel through time and rebirth. .
Before, Yang Mo didn’t believe it either. Butit doesn't matter if he doesn't believe it now, because he is now a reborn person. If you don't believe it, you can only rely on gods. But what are gods? Yang Mo never believed it!
It seems that we have to chat with this Long Aotian after class.
Time is a cheap thing, it will always go very slowly because of waiting, and it will go very fast because of joy, as if it is deliberately causing trouble for others.
I don’t know how long I waited, but finally finally, the bell rang.
As soon as the bell rang, Long Aotian threw the chalk decisively and said: "get out of class is over!"
Then walked out quickly.
This is one of the few advantages of university teachers. They never procrastinate in class and will not say, "I will take up another two minutes of everyone's time to finish this question" like teachers in junior high schools, especially high schools. Then, without further ado, the second period started directly. There was no moral integrity, and he was not even given time to urinate.
Long Aotian walked out, and Yang Mo quickly chased after him.
But no matter how hard he tried, he was always at a distance from Long Aotian. Long Aotian didn't walk much, but Yang Mo couldn't catch up.
After chasing him, he left the teaching building. Yang Mo didn't care about anything and directly used the Wind God's Leg. As soon as the Wind God's Leg was used, he immediately closed the distance, but when he was about to get close, Long Aotian pulled away again with a swish.
Yang Mo tried his best again, but there was still an insurmountable gap, as if Long Aotian was deliberately avoiding Yang Mo.
Yang Mo chased him for about ten minutes, and unknowingly he chased him from the campus into a dense forest.
Yang Mo suddenly felt that this place was very familiar, as if he had been here before. At this moment, Long Aotian in front stopped, he turned around and looked at Yang Mo, and said: "Young man, you have a good internal energy. Material that can be made!”
"You brought me here, do you have anything to say?" Yang Mo asked.
"The snake I have raised for more than ten years was killed by you here, do you still remember?" Long Aotian said suddenly.
When Yang Mo heard this, he recalled it slightly, and then he remembered why he felt this place was so familiar. It turns out that he once had a picnic here, killed a ferocious snake, and saved Qi Gu and a bunch of second-generation soldiers.
"Did you raise that snake?" Yang Mo scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "I thought it was a wild poison, so I killed it."
"Forget it, a beast will die if it dies." Long Aotian waved his hand very generously, and then asked: "What do you want from me?"
"Teacher Long, I want to ask you, does the parallel world really exist?" Yang Mo asked very curiously.
"You think existence meansNow, if you think it doesn't exist, it doesn't exist. Long Aotian did not answer directly, but answered ambiguously: "I believe you have an answer in your heart. You are just here to seek support now, so that you can feel that you are not alone in your thoughts." "
"Sodoes it really exist?"
"I don't know." Long Aotian shook his head and said: "I am eighty this year. I have looked for it. There is some evidence that the parallel world does exist, but there is also a lot of evidence that proves that it does not exist, so I can't be sure."
Yang Mo nodded, suddenly remembering Zhou Zhu’s incident, and asked, “Do you know about Shenlong Jia?”
"Huh?" When Long Aotian heard the word Shenlongjia, Gujing Wubo's expression suddenly fluctuated greatly, and then asked: "You know about Shenlongjia at a young age?"
"Of course I know." Yang Mo nodded. His intuition told him that Long Aotian would not be a bad person, so he said half fabricated and half truthful: "I met an old man who was not going to die three years ago. He had half of the It was partially wooden, but he told me that he had been to a sacred battlefield, saying that it was another world, right at Shenlongjia."
When Yang Mo said this, he deliberately stared at Long Aotian.
Long Aotian’s reaction was very intense. Although he tried to keep his face stiff or calm, his trembling hands proved that he was not ignorant about the matter.
He must be an insider!
Yang Mo immediately concluded the message hidden in Long Aotian's reaction. Then he struck while the iron was hot and asked: "Teacher Long, have you also been to the Sacred Battlefield?"
"Ah?" Long Aotian was shocked at first, and then denied it: "No, no, absolutely not!"
His frightened expression was a perfect footnote for his words: lying.
Of course Yang Mo didn’t believe it, but he didn’t ask for the truth. Instead, he continued to ask: “Then do you know why people turn into wood?”
"Marrow grass!" Long Aotian said a term without hesitation.
"Woodwort?" Yang Mo frowned and repeated it, and asked, "Have you seen it?"
"I've seen it, I've seen it." Long Aotian nodded, and then gently lifted up his left trouser leg.
When Yang Mo saw it, he was shocked: the lower half was actually wood, and it was connected to the fleshy leg above, and it was completely integrated, without any sense of patchwork.
Yang Mo quickly stepped forward and touched the difference between meat and wood with his hands. Sure enough, wood is wood and meat is meat, but they are dependent on each other. Who would dare to believe it if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes?
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