Although Man Jianghong has no intention of becoming a martial arts master, a good body is the foundation of everything, so the "body refining" plan has not stopped.

If there is no one to teach the Fa, then figure it out yourself.

He set off from the institute at half past six every morning and ran along the road to Nanao Town. Start by sprinting at a sprint speed and gradually slow down as your stamina is exhausted.

When the martial artists of the research institute saw him behaving like this, they looked very disdainful, this is too untechnical!

He didn't bother to pay attention to those disdainful glances.

The distance between the town and the research institute is about 1,000 meters, and the winding mountain road by the sea is 3,000 meters. Every 100 meters, there is a digital tablet, presumably a scale left by road construction, but it is very convenient to calculate the amount of exercise.

Sprinting is a strenuous anaerobic breathing exercise that mainly depletes the stored oxygen in the blood. He struggled to breathe in his first full-throttle sprint to the 300 metres, barely reaching the 500 metres. However, in the next medium-speed run, Nameless showed his skills, and soon adjusted his breathing, and his body was relaxed for a while.

Man Jianghong consciously focused on his legs, and the effect was remarkable, his legs didn't hurt, but his waist was a little sore. Paying attention to the problem of the waist, the chest began to swell again. Don't look at the simple action of running, all muscles in the body must participate in coordination, even including arms and organs, can they be practiced one by one?

He came up with a way to be lazy, and let it change in a thousand ways, only instilling faster and stronger thoughts throughout his body. As for how the body will change, it's up to it.

At six o'clock the town began to wake up, but there were not many people.

"Brother, morning!"

"Red Lotus, morning!"

When passing by the door of Chen Wu's family, a small figure will flash and hand him a towel, accompany him to jog to the end of West Street, and walk back slowly with him, handing over a jar of cold tea.

In the morning mist, he turned his head to look at the delicate and delicate little face, and felt very warm.

Well, this little girl jogs with her for a short time every day, and her face is a lot ruddy.

The phone left by the blackshirt finally rang one night, and he rushed to the South Australian town the next morning.

At nine o'clock the town was fully awakened, and everyone who saw it was polite and in awe. After he defeated Binghu, the town was chaotic and depressed for a few days, and soon returned to its original state. Except for the status of the Red Lotus family, which has skyrocketed and no one dares to bully anymore, the others have not felt any substantial benefits.

Bing Hu and Wu Jackal were sent to Dongfang City for treatment, and they heard that the situation was very serious. But the town is still the world of the Poseidon Gang, well, no, it should be the Sea Dog Gang.

He squatted in front of the red lotus stall, looking at the altars and jars collected from the countryside, pottery, tinware, bronze, and bamboo, which were simple and old. These are certainly not antiques, but they are not fakes, and it is appropriate to call them "old things".

Honglian spread out a magazine and sat on a small stool, holding her fingers and smiling, sneaking at him from time to time, a little shy and cowardly, like a little red flower that bloomed quietly. Chen Wu sat on the chaise longue at the door with a blanket on his knees with a smile on his face, looking at them with satisfaction, not knowing what he was thinking.

It's cool and autumn!

In the golden sunlight, you can see the dust dancing.

Man Jianghong thought, taking her grandmother here, she would be lonely alone, if she lived with Honglian and Chen Wu, and took care of each other, it would be really good.

Bathed in the warm sunshine and smelling the fresh sea breeze, the young man's mood is extraordinarily bright, with a hint of softness. Over the years, the haze of hiding in Tibet has been swept away, and I feel that my whole body is full of energy, and my life is full of hope.

"What the hell is this?"

When the words came, Man Jianghong stood up abruptly and turned around.

This is the local dialect of North Dongting, a long-lost hometown accent!

I saw a humpty dumpty man like a winter melon pointing to a large conch in the aquarium on the street, and a guy hurriedly ran over and asked earnestly, "Is this it?"

"Yes. The fat man nodded.

The man fished out the conch with lightning speed, raised it high and smashed it on the spot, quickly passed the scale, and said, "A total of eight thousand four hundred and eighty yuan." ”

"I didn't ask for it, I just asked. The fat man was startled.

"That's what you're obviously referring to, and you still want to cheat on you? The snail has already fallen to his death, and you dare not give money!"

The man's face sank, and two big men on the side surrounded him with hanging arms.

"Bullying me outsiders, aren't you?"

The fat man's confidence was obviously insufficient, he took a step back, and pointed to the three people in front of him with a strong face: "Pozi Street, Dongfang City, I still have three hundred brothers here, don't mess around!"

Man Jianghong looked at the huge ring on the fat man's finger shining with yellow and clear light, and snickered in his heart.

It's your fat pig that people slaughter, who told you to be blind! If such a big conch falls to death, it will cost at least two or three thousand yuan, so you should buy a lesson. Ask for a price all over the sky, pay back the money on the spot, and if you are not smart, you will spend too much money.

He smiled and nodded at Red Lotus and Chen Wu, and walked towards the few people who were pestering. Since it's a fellow countryman, I have to help. The Sea Dog Gang is barely the little brother of Long Jiu, and he will give himself this face.

The guy grabbed the fat man's backpack tightly, and the two strong men were facing Man Jianghong, and his face changed suddenly when he saw him coming. They are the bottom thugs of the Sea Dog Gang, and they are afraid of Long Jiu, but the most frightened is Man Jianghong.

Who is Long Jiu? The legendary hall in the rivers and lakes will not take care of the little radish head, and it is an honor to be scolded and kicked by him. But the young man in front of him is not so exquisite, he is bold enough, he is ruthless enough, he fights more than 100 people by himself and retreats, and he also injured the black jackal and abolished Binghu, it is really cruel! Long Wu and Long Jiu, you can't see it if you want to, but this Jiang Hong runs around every morning, looking up and not looking down, and he can't afford to offend!

The fat man was clever enough, and when he saw the two men looking behind him with stiff faces, he saw Man Jianghong as soon as he turned around, and immediately shouted: "Brother, you come and judge ......."

The man quietly let go of his grip on the backpack, and the fat man stepped forward flatteringly.

Man Jianghong ignored them, turned his head to look at the conch on the weighing pan, muttered in ordinary official dialect, "What a big snail, more than 3,000 pieces", and walked straight into the hotel on the side.

The fat man's shout came from behind: "Brother, come to Pozi Street in the future, report to me the name of the big head of the tiger Wu sitting on the ground, and I am responsible for eating, drinking, prostituting ......and gambling."

Man Jiang Hong smiled and didn't look back.

It's still a tiger and a dragon, let's get that conch first!

The sick chess stall man I had met on the street opened the door, and this time his hair was neatly tied, and his gray face was much lighter, and he didn't look as terrible as before.

He lazily closed the door and motioned for a seat, and went into the back room.

It was a large and small suite, and on the sofa by the window of the outhouse sat a big man cross-legged, his face as black as the bottom of a pot, his facial features were huddled, his hair was unkempt, and his hair stood erect, like a hideous statue made of pig iron.

Man Jianghong carefully sat down on the edge of the bed, and the more he looked closely, the more he felt that the outline of the big man was familiar, and it was clearly the black-shirted guest he had seen by the fairy lake. But how could he look like this? Not only was he one size smaller, but the formidable aura of a strong man had also disappeared.

After about three minutes, there was a slight "crackling" sound in the room, which became denser and louder, and finally it was like popping beans. After the pause, the big man's face returned to normal, his body also swelled a circle, stepped off the sofa, reached out and picked up a comb from the coffee table to arrange his hair, and said casually: "Here it is." ”

Man Jianghong snorted, watching curiously as he turned back into a majestic lion, feeling the powerful aura that filled the space again. The name Hua Rong was said by Long Wushun, is it the person in front of him?

The man glanced at him, threw the comb away, and sat down on the sofa, and the overwhelmed old spring immediately sounded a "squeak" protest.

"Tell me, what kind of fame have you done in the Tianlong Research Institute?"

Man Jianghong talked about his daily work, which is nothing to keep secret. If you want to take root in the research institute and end your previous life of exile, trading with the blackshirt is the last little trouble, and after it is resolved, there will be no more obstacles. So he described it in great detail, lest he miss it, and mixed it with a lot of explanations, lest the other party not understand it.

"At first, I was compiling the original records of some thought experiments, which was to scan the EEG into a computer and check it with the subject's mental activity. Brain waves are different for each person in different situations, α waves appear when they are quiet, β waves appear when they think about problems, and the appearance of β waves generally represents that the cerebral cortex is in a state of excitement. Later, researcher Zhang Lao instructed me to study the dream records. I think that dreaming is the release of accumulated electrical signals from the brain, but there is no instrument that is sophisticated enough to track the details of dreams, so it is difficult to verify. Psychologically speaking, dreaming is a way to release mental stress, a bit like a big cleaning, cleaning up the redundancy, so that the brain can function normally.

"In the beginning, I only knew how to classify each dreamer according to their age, gender, race, etc., and the content of the EEG and dreams, but later I could roughly distinguish what kind of waveform corresponded to what kind of dream. Of course, the analysis of the external environment is also important. For the same thing, some people are afraid and some people are not afraid, and the feelings are different, which should be related to the growth experience of the person concerned...... Recently, several mental stress analyzers have been installed in the hospital, which can automatically measure the sympathetic and parasympathetic ...... of the autonomic nervous system based on the analysis of heart rate variability."

The black-shirted man was dizzy and drowsy, and after yawning a few times, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and waved his hand to stop him.

"Okay, okay, I know what you said. ”

The blackshirt snorted impatiently, probably thinking that he was out of character, and added, "Well, you've done a good job." ”

He stood up, looked at Man Jianghong condescendingly, changed his words, and said, "You kid, smart and clever, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, how can I get angry when I look at it, and I always feel that something is missing from you?"

He tapped his forehead, his eyes shining with a narrow light, and asked:

"Look at what you said so godly and consciously, then take a test. Lao Tzu is a rough man and has never read any books. Guess who Lao Tzu dislikes the most in the Three Kingdoms of Wei, Shu and Wu?"