Chapter 392 of the text is destined?

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In the depths of the woods in the mountains behind the academy, Zhao Yan had already practiced his boxing four times, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared all over his body, and the morning sun shone on him, and every fine bead of sweat appeared crystal clear.

The palms slowly pressed down from the position of the chest, and I saw that as Zhao Yan's palms pressed down little by little, the red blood on his face faded little by little, and the bulging chest also deflated little by little, and the blood on his palms was also fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The surging energy in his body made Zhao Yan feel very good, and he swept away the depression that he still had no clue about going back to his practice this morning.

Energetic, Zhao Yan naturally didn't want to go back, so he immediately turned around and walked to the big tree next to him, bent down and picked up the branch he used to practice the Nine Styles of Breaking the Wind every day.

Flipping it in his hand, a thought popped into his mind: perhaps, he should find a way to get a real knife to play with......

Every day to practice the Nine Styles of Breaking the Wind with branches, Zhao Yan is a little tired, there is always a feeling that he is not strict enough, the Nine Styles of Breaking the Wind is the knife technique of the Shenwu General Wang Chuanhong, and it is too disrespectful to practice with branches.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, Zhao Yan didn't think much about it, his right foot moved half a step slightly, the branch was horizontal to his chest, and the look on his face was stern in an instant, and a sinister aura loomed between his eyebrows, and he suddenly let out a low shout, and began to practice the Nine Styles of Breaking the Wind.

The right foot took three steps forward diagonally, and at the same time, the dead branch in his hand shook, and he stabbed forward very quickly, but his footsteps did not stop, the footsteps flickered left and right, and the right and oblique, but on the whole, it was a very strange footwork that kept moving forward, and the move made by the dead branch in his hand was even more bizarre.

The footwork is always moving forward, but the branches in his hand are pointing east and west, stabbing forward, stabbing backward, slashing obliquely, slashing downward, slashing horizontally and vertically, and the power is particularly powerful.

During the Nine Styles of Breaking the Wind, the feet are always not off the ground, if you stand in the distance and watch Zhao Yan practice this set of knife techniques, you will have a faint illusion, it feels like watching an ancient fierce beast on a rampage, and the momentum is extremely fierce.

But today, Zhao Yan practiced to the place where he started, suddenly shouted, stepped forward with his right foot and stomped heavily on the ground, and at the same time as he stomped a deep footprint, his whole person also rose into the air, and the branches raised high slashed down angrily when Zhao Yan's face was full of anger.

"Click......"

Obviously, he didn't split anything, just split in the void, Zhao Yan's feet hadn't hit the ground yet, and the branch with the thickness of the child's arm in his hand had broken into two with a click.

After his feet landed, Zhao Yan's brows furrowed, his feet fixed there, his eyes staring at the branches that had been cut off in half, and his eyes looked a little confused.

Just now, when he rose into the air and slashed down angrily, he suddenly felt a grock in his heart, as if he saw the branch in his hand breaking, and then he had time to think about it, the branch in his hand "clicked", and it was really broken.

"What's going on?"

Standing on the ground with his feet on his feet at this moment, Zhao Yan was a little uncertain about what he felt just now, blinked in confusion, Zhao Yan smiled self-deprecatingly, threw the remaining half of the branch in his hand on the ground, patted the dust on his hands, and hung the towel on the branch when he picked it up, wiped the sweat beads on his face and neck, and turned to leave.

Everyone can see something bad happening, doesn't it?

For example, when you suddenly encounter a dog on the road, your heart immediately sinks, and you feel that the dog is likely to bite you, and you don't want to turn around and run, and then you are bitten by the dog.

Another example: when sitting in class, when the teacher said that he wanted to find someone to answer the question, he immediately had a premonition in his heart, and he had a hunch that the teacher would ask himself this time.

When leaving this forest, Zhao Yan classified the premonition just now into the above two examples, he felt that this was normal, and everyone would foresee something bad happening.

……

Zhao Yan went to class, and Xun Qing simply packed his luggage after breakfast, said goodbye to his parents, and drove away from Hallym College.

A path goes straight to the direction of Nanjing Airport.

In the car, Xun Qing put the Bluetooth headset of his mobile phone on his ear while driving, turned on the switch, and soon the voice of the demon came from the earphone.

"Good morning, Director! The little demon is at your service! ”

Xun Qing: "What happened to the two people you caught that night?" Have you found out? Read me the results! ”

"Okay! Wait a minute, Director! ”

There was a sound of tapping on the keyboard in the headphones, and soon, the little demon's voice sounded again.

"Director! That night, when our satellite monitored that there was a car tracking you, the department immediately monitored the other party's mobile phone call in real time, and then, in accordance with your instructions, the department gave a direct order to the Nanjing Inspection Division, and the Nanjing Inspection Division acted quickly and successfully arrested the suspect on the spot. The target is a young writer named Zhao Yan, and the purpose of impermanence is to assassinate this writer! Director, did the young writer happen to be in your car that night? ”

The last sentence shows the curiosity of the little demon.

"Zhao Yan ......"

Xun Qing repeated the name softly, her eyes were slightly misty, and she knew the young man's name.

Ignoring the little demon's curiosity, Xun Qing asked lightly, "Who paid for the life of that young writer from impermanence?" Have you found out here in Nanjing? ”

Little Demon: "Hehe, Director! The reason for this matter, in fact, there are many people in Daming who know it now, and there is no need to check it in Nanjing, just need to make sure it. ”

"Oh? A lot of people know? How so? ”

Xun Qing's eyes moved slightly.

Little demon: "It seems that the director usually doesn't watch entertainment news, so I'll tell the director about it carefully!" ”

Xun Qing didn't say anything.

The little demon continued: "Zhao Yan, pen name Ishimi, is the pen name after the inkstone in his name is dismantled, he doesn't know how to offend a deputy manager of Nie's Media, a guy named You Xin, a son of a second-rate family, there is news speculation that it is because Zhao Yan refused You Xin to personally come to buy the film adaptation rights of one of his novels, so You Xin was upset and spent money to find impermanence, and asked impermanence to send a killer to kill this young writer, but to Impermanence's surprise, the young writer named Zhao Yan was not only talented, There is also a very good kung fu, impermanence assassination without warning, not only sent a close killer, but also sent the impermanence No. 2 killer Gun King long-range sniper, it stands to reason that the gun king personally shot, the young writer will definitely die, but strange things appeared, a hundred shots, the gun king who never misses his hand missed that night, and several close killers sent by impermanence in the past were also killed by the young writer named Zhao Yan, seriously injured, anyway, except for the gun king, the other killers were all folded in his hands. ”

Listening to the little demon's report, Xun Qing's eyes fluctuated occasionally, but he kept quiet.

It's just that when I heard this, I asked, "This kind of impermanence shouldn't be preached everywhere, right?" How is the news known? ”

The little demon's voice seemed a little excited: "Director! Because after the assassination, something even stranger happened, that Zhao Yan was just taken to the police station not long after the assassination, and before he got out of the car, he fell into a coma! ”

"Comatose?"

Xun Qing was a little surprised.

Little Demon: "Yes! And I was in a coma for more than half a month, and I only woke up in the hospital bed a few days ago! Well, it seems that he woke up on the day you returned to Nanjing, Director! ”

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

The little demon probably said it casually, but Xun Qing subconsciously stepped on the brakes, suddenly stopped the car on the road, and his voice unconsciously raised: "What? He woke up on the day I returned to Nanjing? ”

The little demon didn't think much about it, and said with certainty: "Yes! Director! I remembered that the one named Zhao Yan did wake up on the day you returned to Nanjing! ”

Xun Qing: "......"

Could it be that this is fate?

He didn't wake up early or late, but I didn't go home for two years, and I woke up when I suddenly came home, but he would complete the Nine Styles of Breaking the Wind, but I accidentally saw him, he was drunk that night, and he was seen when I returned at night, not only that, but under the wrong circumstances, my first time was given to him......

Xun Qing couldn't say the taste in her heart, with mixed tastes, if this was not fate, she couldn't believe it herself.

The little demon's debriefing continues.

"Director! Some time ago, the news was full of reports of that assassination, and you probably didn't know it, Director, that young writer named Zhao Yan was really talented! The data shows that he is not even twenty years old, and he has already written several very best-selling novels, and his novels have basically been adapted into movies and TV series, like the "Full Moon Scimitar" that was released some time ago is his novel, and the TV series "Smiling Proud Jianghu" that ended only two days ago is also based on his novel, I heard that now "Smiling Proud Jianghu" is also preparing a movie version, and the madman group is also preparing a movie adapted from another of his novels, I remember that the name seems to be called "Dragon Nine ......, uh, no! It should be called "Dragon Babu"! Right! It's called "Dragon Babu"! Director! You don't know! This young writer, known as the No. 1 rookie in the Daming literary world, was assassinated some time ago, and the news is about to turn upside down! That's why I just told you that many, many people know about this! ...... at the beginning"

"You Xin and the King of Guns...... Little demon! Pass my orders and let the department arrest these two men!" ”

Xun Qing suddenly opened his mouth, interrupting the little demon's slightly excited talk.

"Uh......"

The little demon was a little stunned and said, "Director! Uh, those two people have been arrested by the Jinyi Guard, hehe, it's not our turn to make a move! ”

"Huh?"

Xun Qing raised his eyebrows slightly while restarting the car, and asked, "What's the matter?" How could Jin Yiwei take the initiative to take care of such a thing this time? What's the inside story? ”

Little Demon: "Uh, Director! This one...... I don't know very well, unless you give me authorization, otherwise, I don't have the authority to investigate the inside story of this matter, because, because I heard that this time someone from above gave an order, and Jinyiwei intervened! ”

Hearing that someone from above gave an order, Xun Qing did not immediately respond to the little demon's words, since the little demon said that she needed her authorization, then, with her understanding of the little demon, she understood that the level above would not be low, otherwise, with the authority of the little demon, it would not say that her authorization was needed.

As mentioned below, it has always been a taboo in a power department like them, and if they are not careful, they will offend a big person.

There was silence for more than ten seconds, and the little demon in the headset did not speak again, obviously giving Xun Qing time to think.

After more than ten seconds, Xun Qing spoke again: "Little demon! That's all for now! Hmm, you ask the bureau to pay attention to the impermanence's movements, if impermanence sends killers to Nanjing again, you don't need to ask me, you can directly let Nanjing take action, if you can catch it, you will be caught, and if you can't catch it, you will kill all of them! Report back to me afterwards! ”

Little Demon: "Oh, good! Be! Got it, Director! ”

Xun Qing closed the call with the little demon.

But Xinhu was not calm, the little demon's report just now not only let her know that the young man's name was Zhao Yan, and he was a very talented writer, but also made her think more.

For the first time in his life, Xun Qing began to really doubt whether there was really such a thing as "fate" in this world.

She went home for the first time in nearly two years, and he was in a coma in the hospital for more than half a month, but he woke up on the day she went home, and a series of coincidences after that, which connected two people who should have had no intersection at all.

If this was really fate, then, she had thought that night was just an accident in her life, and it was over.

If it was really fate that brought her together with him, I am afraid that fate would make them reconnect in the future.

Xun Qing was suddenly a little confused, if it was really the arrangement of fate, then what was the point of her efforts over the years? If there is really a fate, does it mean that her efforts and persistence over the years are not her own choice, but fate has long been arranged?

Including that man's persistence and death?

With this confusion, Xun Qing got on the plane to the capital.

Looking at the white clouds outside the window, Xun Qing suddenly looked forward to the next arrangement of fate, she wanted to know what kind of coincidence the invisible hand of fate would connect them again if she didn't contact the person named Zhao Yan at all, and deliberately avoided meeting him.

Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Xun Qing's mouth.

If it was all arranged by fate, she would not resist, but she wanted to see how fate would arrange it for her.

It's a pleasure! (To be continued.) )