Two days later, Song Yun really went to see Wan Zihao.

Since Song Yun left that day, although Wan Zihao has become more and more silent, the recovery speed of his entire body is indeed much faster.

Zhai Minzhu was amazed in his heart, Song Yun looked at people, and it was indeed accurate.

Knowing that Song Yun was coming, Zhai Minzhu and his secretary rushed to the hospital ward first and waited there.

Pushing open the door of the ward, Song Yun walked over, a woman stood in front of the hospital bed, and Wan Zihao hurriedly said hello.

"Mr. Song, you're here."

In the past, Wan Zihao was also unconvinced by Song Yun, but since Qiu Lao's death, that disbelief has long disappeared, and now he is more afraid of Song Yun's disappointment.

"Can you be discharged today?"

"Absolutely."

"Okay, I'll take you somewhere. Zhai Minzhu, do you want to be together? ”

The woman in the ward was stunned and said:

"Mr. Song, Mr. Zhu went out to call, and he will come over in a while."

Song Yun's face remained unchanged, and he sighed, and then said:

"I mean, let me ask Zhai Minzhu if you want to go with me."

"Okay, Mr. Song."

The girl in the ward was actually Zhai Minzhu's new secretary, and she was still a little strange in her heart, did Song Yun really mean this just now? Why is there an illusion, as if Song Yun thinks of himself as Mr. Zhu.

It shouldn't be possible, it must be that I feel wrong, didn't I hear that Song Yun and Mr. Zhu are very familiar with each other, and it is impossible to admit their mistakes at all.

The little secretary thought about things and went out to find Zhai Minzhu.

Not long after, Zhai Minzhu hurried over, and his voice was apologetic:

"Song Yun, the company suddenly called me, there is something I need to go back to deal with, I can't go with you, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it doesn't make sense for you to go together today."

Zhai Minzhu said sorry again, and then left in a hurry with the secretary.

After completing the discharge procedures, Song Yun took Wan Zihao and sat in Lin Xiaoyan's Cayenne.

In recent days, in order to prevent any accidents or unsafe things from happening, Lin Xiaoya has hardly gone out, especially when Song Yun is no longer around, even if there are bodyguards arranged by her father Lin Muhui to follow, Lin Xiaoya will feel unreliable.

The car couldn't be used, so he drove it directly to Song Yun.

"Where are we going?"

Wan Zihao finally couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart and asked.

"You'll know when you get there."

The two drove to the suburbs, Wan Zihao saw that the scenery here was a little familiar, and he had already reacted and blurted out:

"Are you going to Guiyun Villa?"

"Yes."

Wan Zihao's face became a little gloomy, when Qiu Lao, that is, Wan Zihao's master Luo Zhiqiu, died there, and now he is revisiting his hometown, he must be a little sad in his heart.

"A martial artist, if you want to continuously improve your strength, you must learn to control your emotions, life is short, and in the blink of an eye, you may miss the best stage of improving your strength, do you understand?"

"I understand."

"If you lose something, you have to get it back by yourself, tomorrow I will take you to Wan Hongkai's martial arts hall and security company, and when the time comes, there will be a battle with that bald warrior."

Song Yun's tone was very calm, but the words he said were somewhat surprising.

"As long as you haven't been killed, I won't make a move, so what will happen tomorrow is up to you."

Wan Zihao's expression was a little stunned at first, not long ago, he had just been miserably lost in the hands of the bald warrior, he was defeated very badly, and his injuries had just recovered, but there was only less than a day to go, but Song Yun told him to let him take back what he had lost?

Well, that's crazy, isn't it?

"You know that I'm a person, I never discount my words, one is one, two is two, of course, you can also choose not to go, just think about it yourself."

Without hesitation and hesitation, Wan Zihao blurted out;

"I'm definitely going. A warrior can be defeated, but he can't do without the courage to fight again. Even if I have to die, I will die in the ring. ”

Song Yun nodded and didn't say anything more.

When they arrived at Guiyun Villa, after Qiu Lao and Song Yun fought fiercely with those masters on behalf of the Zhai family, Song Yun said slowly:

"Now try to recall the moves you used when the two of you faced off that day."

Wan Zihao thought about it, and naturally remembered his moves very clearly, but he didn't remember the moves of the bald warrior too clearly, and sometimes when he used it, he often felt that it was just like the shape, and it was not powerful.

On the contrary, after Song Yun saw it, he fine-tuned the angle and force of his moves, and sure enough, within ten moves, he defeated Wan Zihao.

"Do you know that there are fewer and fewer ancient martial artists?"

Wan Zihao, who was a little frustrated, heard Song Yun's question, thought about it and said:

"It's more and more people who can't endure that hardship."

"That's right, it's not right, the actual injury is because the current ancient martial arts martial artists are originally in a stage where they are restricted by all aspects, most of the so-called martial arts halls are all practice shelf, or more like a sport, and the real essence of ancient martial arts is the killing technique, the fine-tuned moves, it seems to be about the same, but it's just a fraction of a mile!"

"Count a hundred years, or two hundred years, the ancient martial arts masters at that time, maybe ten years, or even decades, are just polishing a boxing technique, or even more ruthless, there may be only one move, after the shot, either the enemy dies, or the ancient martial arts withered, your early foundation, Qiu Lao has already given you a good fight, and now, you have to learn to forget."

"Forgot?" Wan Zihao was a little dazed.

"Forget all the moves, don't keep them at all, I'll give you two hours, if you can't really forget it, then you won't have to go tomorrow, it's a death if you go, and it's still embarrassing."

After Song Yun finished speaking, he simply stopped caring about Wan Zihao.

Taking a deep breath, Wan Zihao sat cross-legged in the ring, trying to keep the emptiness in his heart, he actually understood what Song Yun meant, only by forgetting those scattered moves, can you reflect the strength in the whole person's body, or the most extreme state, in the fight between life and death.

It's not a pretending to be a profound trick to win, but a labor pain that must be experienced when you want to pursue a breakthrough.

Two hours passed, and in the blink of an eye, Wan Zihao's face was very ugly, and cold sweat flowed from his forehead.

Song Yun's voice sounded:

"Have you forgotten everything? Remember, to be honest, you can't fool me. ”

Wan Zihao was very helpless, he still remembered that Song Yun said that if he couldn't forget it all, then don't be embarrassed, but he couldn't deceive Song Yun, so he could only say helplessly:

"There is another trick, I can't forget it, I've tried it many times, and I've tried my best, I really can't forget it, not only can't I forget it, but it's clearer, why it's ...... like this"