Chapter Seventy-Two: A Strange Dream

"Then go back to the hotel first, I will teach you the exercises that can strengthen the body, if you can stick to it for a long time, the skills of the body will gradually recover, and even become younger. Shang Xin said casually.

"Really?" Wang Baichuan's eyes were full of fanaticism.

"It's not my nonsense, but it's all based on science, do you know the "Five Fowl Play"? It is an important exercise created by the divine doctor Hua Tuo to strengthen the body. According to relevant records, people who insist on practicing this set of "Five Fowl Opera" can still be deaf and clear-sighted, with strong teeth and teeth even if they reach the age of 90, and their mental state is no different from that of young people. Shang Xin pouted.

Wang Baichuan listened very attentively, and he asked thoughtfully: "Brother Shang Xin, you don't want to teach me "Five Fowl Opera", do you?"

"Of course not, the "Five Fowl Opera" that is circulating now has been adapted many times by later generations, and it has long lost the effect of the original version. What I want to teach you is the "Luohan Boxing Method", although it does not have the magical health effect of the "Five Fowl Opera" created by Hua Tuo, but it is definitely a first-class good exercise in terms of physical fitness. Shang Xin replied lightly.

This made Wang Baichuan even more fascinated, and he wanted to learn the "Luohan Boxing Method" as soon as possible, so they also returned to the hotel during the conversation.

After entering the presidential suite, Shang Xin first spoke: "I'm a little tired, so let's do it, I'll first play the "Luohan Boxing Method" completely, you use your mobile phone to record the whole process, and then go back to your room to draw a gourd and practice slowly, if you don't understand anything, write it down, and ask me when the time comes." ”

Wang Baichuan replied: "Okay!"

Then, I turned on my phone and got ready to shoot.

Shang Xin also demonstrated the "Luohan Boxing Method" at this time, and in order to allow Wang Baichuan to learn the correct movements, he demonstrated every move and style to a very standard level.

After a long time, Shang Xin finished demonstrating the entire set of "Luohan Boxing Method", and then he was angry and dantian, gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, and said, "Have you recorded it?"

Wang Baichuan was a little fascinated, he didn't react for a while, and only when Shang Xin approached and patted him on the shoulder did he come back to his senses and said, "Is this the set of exercises you fought in the National Free Fighting Tournament?" ”

Shang Xin nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Wang Baichuan suddenly became excited, and the blood that he had buried in his body for many years was instantly ignited at this moment: "In other words, this set of exercises can still be used to fight......"

"Yes, but Huaxia is a legal society after all, Brother Wang, don't have bad thoughts in your heart. Shang Xin teased.

"Of course, your brother Wang is a good law-abiding citizen, Brother Shangxin, you can rest, I'll go back to my room to study first." After speaking, Wang Baichuan walked out of Shang Xin's room with his mobile phone like a treasure.

After Wang Baichuan left, Shang Xin looked at the clock in the room, and it was already more than 3 o'clock in the afternoon. So, he casually lay down on the bed and began to rest.

In the haze, Shang Xin had a strange dream, in which an old man in his 80s with a wrinkled face and gray hair appeared in his dream, he was holding a dragon's head cane, and said viciously to a masked man: "Masked man, I don't care who you are, but you will make you pay for your blood today." ”

Shang Xin was frightened into a cold sweat, woke up in an instant, and sat up from the bed. Because this masked man is clearly himself, but the old man's eyes are full of boundless resentment, giving him an infinite sense of oppression.

"How could you have such a nightmare, it shouldn't be. Shang Xin thought very jealously, because he was a monk after all, his spiritual power was already very different from ordinary people, and it was impossible to have nightmares casually, so he guessed that there were monks who were much more powerful than himself eyeing him.

Thinking about it like this, he was stunned again, who is this old man, why did he find him, and what kind of hatred he has with him.

He thought back to the opponents in this National Free Fighting Tournament, and it seemed that he didn't offend anyone, and the only one who formed a bond was Murong Feng. Thinking of this, he suddenly "chuckled" in his heart, could it be that this Murong family really has a master of great magical powers, and he immediately dialed the number of the Lingkui Witch, because now among the friends he knows, the cultivation of the Lingkui Witch is the highest.

After the phone was connected, Shang Xin immediately said on the phone: "Sister Lingkui, I had a strange nightmare, in the dream there was an old man who wanted to kill me, and I felt that this dream was very real. ”

Lingkui Witch couldn't help but be a little speechless, she teased on the other end of the phone: "It's not just a nightmare, look at what scares you." ”

"It can't be a nightmare, has Sister Lingkui forgotten that I am a monk, with the spiritual power of a monk, how can I still have nightmares. Shang Xin replied solemnly.

The Lingkui Witch was slightly stunned when she heard this, because she was also a monk, so she naturally knew that Shang Xin couldn't have nightmares casually, and she asked with a solemn expression, "Have you offended anyone?"

"If there is, he deserves it, he killed two of us in the ring, and I just injured him in the ring. Shang Xin said anxiously.

"Listening to your description, I think the other party is at least a six-stage out-of-body demon cultivator, because after the demon cultivator reaches the out-of-body period, one of his magical powers is to fly his divine consciousness out of the body to carry out activities such as observing, manipulating objects, and influencing the minds of other low-level monks. But what puzzles me is, since he's so much stronger than you, why don't he come to you directly? Lingkui Witch said on the other end of the phone.

This made Shang Xin couldn't help but be shocked again, he was already worried about his situation, so he quickly replied: "Because I wear a mask during the competition, he may not recognize my true identity, so it is not so easy to find me." ”

"Then your situation at this time is still quite dangerous, because the other party has already used his divine sense to search for your traces. The voice of the Lingkui Witch rang on the other end of the phone again.

"I'm aware of that, too, but there's nothing better to do now. Shang Xin said helplessly.

"Since he doesn't know your true identity, then you shouldn't sleep from now on, because as long as you don't sleep, his divine sense can't affect you, and I will naturally help you solve it when you return to Yuezhou City." Lingkui Witch said lightly.

When Shang Xin heard this, his eyes also lit up, and he was also glad that he could make a friend like the Lingkui Witch. At the same time, he also felt that he should work hard to become stronger, because the Buddha cultivation of the second stage of transcendence was simply a small shrimp in the cultivation realm, and the trace of spiritual power left by the ghosts and gods seemed to be nearly exhausted in the battle in the demon realm. The cultivation realm is so dangerous, how many times can you help yourself with external help in the future?