Seeing this, Ronan suddenly realized that it was maglev. In today's world, superconducting technology has developed greatly, and similar objects are not uncommon.

The heavy metal ball hung in mid-air, still spinning. Ronan fiddled with it, and the speed increased slightly, and the colored lines on it also spliced a clearer shape, although I still didn't see what it was, but it was also quite childlike.

This colorful thing is a bit like the hanging spinning top that Mo Peng collected when he was a child, but it is much larger. Perhaps, this is the prop for teaching children?

Ronan fiddled with the metal ball and touched the bowl tray again. Judging from the way the two moved when they came into contact before, they should not be superconducting materials, and he couldn't help but wonder where the power source for magnetic levitation was.

He deliberately improved the sensing accuracy, and through the shell of the metal ball, he found that in the center of the sphere, there was a rather strange piece of machinery buried, which was not like a motor.

Just as he was pondering, the sound of footsteps outside sounded, and Xue Lei greeted him: "Nanzi, the hall master is here." ”

Ronan hurriedly moved to the door, and saw Xue Lei walking in with a tall and thin man, and he didn't see his face clearly, so he followed the earlier preparations and bowed:

"Cultivator."

There was a loud bang and exploded in the empty room. Ronan was startled, and when he looked back, he saw that the dangling metal ball had smashed to the ground, overturned the bowl tray, and rumbled on the cork floor.

“……”

Xue Lei reacted quickly, rushed straight over, arrived in three or two steps, and held the rolling metal ball.

Don't mention Ronan's embarrassment, he froze on the spot, not knowing what to do for a while.

Xue Lei carried the metal ball back to the bowl holder, and didn't forget to ease his cheeks: "It's okay, it's okay, the hall master, Nanzi, you talk first." ”

Ronan opened his mouth, in the face of this sudden situation, some of the words prepared before were useless, so he could only bow his head and salute again: "I'm sorry, I ......"

"Sit down."

Standing at the door, the cultivator walked behind the low table and stretched out his hand to point out the location for Ronan. His voice was dull and low, and if it weren't for the gestures, Ronan almost didn't understand what it meant.

At this time, Ronan really saw the person who came, and he was stunned again. Unlike the graceful and upright "old-fashioned character" he imagined, the monk was about forty or fifty years old, very thin, like a long bamboo pole, and the night breeze blew outside, and the wide antique coat rustled, as if it could take him into the air at any moment.

The difference between the inside and outside light cast a few shadows on his thin cheeks, and at first glance, it looked like a skeleton whose skin was about to be weathered and peeled off.

Frankly speaking, this pavilion owner is really not good-looking, but Ronan is no stranger to this image, and his grandfather has been suffering from illness for many years.

Isn't this one in good health?

The master of the temple knelt on the ground first, and Ronan knew that it was an ancient ceremony, so he learned to sit down. However, the owner of the hall is just fiddling with the tea set, as if he wants to make tea for guests.

Ronan pondered the wording in his heart, but unfortunately this was far from his strength, and it would take time to reorganize it, so he could only remain silent. There was silence in the driving range.

The quieter it is, the more awkward it is.

Ronan wanted to speak several times, but he couldn't find a reason, so he could only find something to do for himself, and pay attention to Xue Lei's side through mental induction.

After Xue Lei put the metal ball back on the bowl holder, he moved a switch, dismantled the outer layer of the ball, and took out a mechanical device from the central cavity, which was also in the shape of a ball, six or seven centimeters in diameter, only the size of a fist, the outer layer was wrapped in a layer of fine metal mesh, and the inner layer was a device similar to a gyroscope. He tinkered twice, just scratching his head, and it was obvious that this thing was broken.

Ronan's last bit of luck was also dispelled, which also gave him a chance to speak, and he lowered his head and apologized: "I'm sorry, the cultivator, I ...... that"

Halfway through his words, he couldn't think of how to express the metal ball, and it got stuck again, and he saw sweat on his forehead.

The cultivator was pouring water into the cup, and when he heard this, he looked up at him: "Tai Chi ball." ”

"Yes, Tai Chi Ball. I will definitely fix that Tai Chi ball...... Cough! ”

It seems that Ronan is destined to not be able to say a word today, and the itch in his throat and eyes is coming up at this time, and he can't stop it, so he can only turn his head and cough twice.

The cultivator didn't care much: "It's originally bad, it's already strange to be able to survive until this time." ”

As he spoke, he pushed a cup of tea in front of Ronan.

The itch in Ronan's throat and eyes did not fade, and he took the cup, but he didn't dare to drink it, for fear that he couldn't help it and choked it out.

This is probably a faux pas, Ronan is quite helpless.

The cultivator didn't care about him, picked up the cup, drank it in one gulp, and then hung his head and played with the cup in his hand.

Just said two words, and was about to enter a state of silence again, Ronan really didn't know what to do for a while.

Xue Lei saw that the situation was not good over there, and he didn't care about the Tai Chi ball, so he hurriedly put the mechanical device into the cavity, walked over hurriedly, knelt to the side, added tea to the two, and quietly winked at Ronan, and deliberately said loudly:

"Nanzi, don't be restrained here, the owner of the pavilion is the least polite."

Ronan looked at his kneeling posture, and then at the teacup in his hand, and was speechless for a moment.

Fortunately, with Xue Lei's interruption, the cultivator came out of a silent state, still hanging his head and playing with the cup, but finally spoke:

"I heard Xue Lei talk about some things about you, and it was he who recommended you to learn breathing and breathing to treat cough symptoms. However, I'm not a doctor, and breathing isn't that magical......"

Ronan listened carefully, for fear that he would hear it wrong, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, his heart was sudden. He glanced at Xue Lei, who made a quiet gesture.

"Xue Lei." The cultivator suddenly called the name.

Xue Lei was startled, hurriedly straightened up, and sat upright: "Pavilion master." ”

"What did you say that day?"

Xue Lei opened his mouth, uh a few times, before he cleared his mind and said cautiously: "I'm talking about what you said, Pavilion Master, 'Breathing can detect the viscera, move the hundred pulses, and dementor the ......soul'. ”

He didn't mention the more mysterious things in the back, such as "viewing heaven and earth, knowing yin and yang, and knowing the divine machine", but the meaning must have been brought.

For the next five or six seconds, the cultivator didn't say a word, only letting the cup turn between his thin and exposed fingers.

Just when Ronan almost thought that this person was angry, he slowly raised his head, and his deeply sunken eyes were aimed at this side: "I will tell lies in my lectures, and I will make an impression on the young people of the moment, so that they can remember a few more words; I also don't want to teach rigidly and stiffly, and practice kung fu badly......"

Ronan was furious by the eyes of the cultivator, but he also answered "yes".

I must admit that even if there is a living example of Xue Lei in front of him, most of him will not believe such a mysterious description. He really didn't expect to learn to breathe and breathe to be able to stand up for Shen Zhen, mainly in order to avoid brushing Xue Lei's face, and also thinking about the convenience of life in the future.

When the cultivator said this, it was even more realistic, and he could naturally accept it.

After a few seconds of silence, the cultivator spoke again: "No matter what kind of kung fu, you must start from the real place." Time and quantity are the way to go. Your body is not suitable for the upper dose, so what about time? ”

"Huh?" Ronan didn't understand for a moment.

The cultivator stared at him, his words hoarse, and the meaning was clear: "Do you have a steady and sufficient time?" ”