The main hall of the Lin Mansion

"So, maybe it's just that the child is making too much fuss, and there is no human sign of the Wang family's matter." Lin Fei did not have much resistance to calling Lin Xueping's father, Lin Xueping was really good to the eldest son of his predecessor, asking for money for money, people for people, and learning environment for learning environment. In contrast, the three younger siblings are not so concerned.

"It's not man-made, is it really a suicide with a family?" Lin Xueping pressed his thumb his brow, trying to press down the deep wrinkles, but in the end he failed.

"It's not like there are signs of being forced to commit suicide, not to mention that there are a lot of forty-five people, and even the dart master who went out has returned, which is really strange." Lin Fei was also very uncomfortable, the pressure brought by this unknown feeling was not ordinary.

"Other than that, the child wants to learn martial arts."

"Martial arts?" Lin Xueping squinted and was silent for a long time, then nodded. "Let the account room give you an extra 200 taels of silver every month, you can't lose your body when you learn martial arts, and you have to be taught by a famous teacher, don't practice blindly, understand?"

"Yes." Lin Fei said in a deep voice, Lin Xueping has always looked down on martial arts, and he has never allowed his children to practice martial arts, it seems that what happened to the Wang family this time gave him some ideas.

"By the way, take Lin Qinlin to paint the two of you, if the three of you brothers succeed, it will be a good thing."

Lin Fei nodded and left the main hall, feeling extremely tired, and after hastily eating, he went back to his room to rest, the visual impact of today's forty-five corpses was so great that he didn't have any strength now.

Tomorrow, I will go to Zhao Si to consult about martial arts.

On the way back to the house, Lin Fei looked at the luxurious decoration of the carved beams and paintings in the house, and suddenly felt impetuous. If people die easily, what is the use of all this money?

Thinking of these messes, Lin Fei accidentally stumbled when he entered the door, and his legs collided with the door to make a sound of hard objects hitting him, which suddenly reminded him of the pebbles he brought back from the Wang Family Dart Bureau today. This may find some clues to the suicide of the Wang family.

He immediately closed the door, took out a stone and placed it on the table, and looked closely at it by the oil lamp.

This stone looks a little flattened, if the color is changed to white, it will look very similar to the original White Rabbit Milk Candy, Lin Fei looked over and over for a long time and didn't find anything special. When he visited Wang's house in the past, Wang Mingqiang often played with a small object in his hand, is this it?

Sure enough, there was a slight depression in the middle of the stone, which was obviously caused by frequent rubbing.

Lin Fei sighed slightly, he really thought too much, and at the same time he was a little lucky, fortunately there was nothing special, otherwise he would probably break the existing comfort zone and would not be able to be a salted fish with peace of mind.

Just as Lin Fei was about to throw the stone away, a little spike raised from the stone gently cut his index finger, and the blood on his index finger was stained on the pebble. Suddenly, the air in front of Lin Fei's eyes fluctuated like a lake, and in a trance, he seemed to see the scene of Wang Mingqiang reprimanding the dart master at home, and Wang Mingqiang in this illusion seemed to be pinching this stone!

"What the hell is going on!" Lin Fei couldn't help but curse, and it took about five minutes or so before the illusion gradually disappeared from his eyes, at this time his head was swollen and painful, and his stomach was churning, which felt as uncomfortable as being stuffed into a lot of things in his memory, but if he recalled carefully, he couldn't remember what was stuffed in, the only thing he had was the scene in the illusion just now.

"Welcome to the Book of Prayers." At this moment, the same voice as Siri's voice suddenly came to mind.

Prayer book? Who the fuck can tell me what the hell is going on! Lin Fei wailed in his heart.

Of course he knew what a prayer was, and it was even one of the last memories he wanted to recall.

Although he had stumbles at work in his previous life, Lin Fei still had many friends in the workplace and in life.

One of the programmer friends Li Xiangtian who is engaged in the Internet industry operates a project called a prayer book, and the entertainment before Lin Fei's car accident in the previous life was that Li Xiangtian wanted to meet some private equity managers who were venture capitalists through Lin Fei's connections to raise funds for the promotion of products.

Naturally, this project is not really done to fulfill the wishes of users, and they are not capable of doing so.

In fact, the prayer book project itself is just an anonymous wish-making applet, and the applet has a very simple modeling built-in.

The wish made in the applet can also be seen by others,If there is a user who can achieve the wishes of other users,If you get praise, you will get energy,Energy increases the level of the protagonist of the mini-game in the program,After the level is raised, you can increase the strength、Agility、Intelligence、Four numerical values of physique,But the value itself has no other use,There is no content to fight monsters and upgrades。

It's just that after the attribute reaches a certain value, it can be exchanged for rewards including cash, and the prizes corresponding to each attribute are slightly different, and the strength prizes are mainly sports equipment and sportswear; The intellectual prizes are some very expensive professional books and online courses.

The profit point of the Mini Program itself is to obtain the habits that users do not want to be exposed, and package and sell the data to major platforms.

The sound of the applet is the Siri system sound used. As an intermediary, Lin Fei certainly knows the operating principle of this small program, and has also tried to make a wish on it anonymously, but it is all in vain.

"But why is this thing in my head?" Lin Fei rubbed his face vigorously, feeling that there were too many things that had happened in the past few minutes, and it was difficult to accept it for a while.

Naturally, Siri will not answer his question, and the mini program itself is just a platform for collecting information for the mentally handicapped - if the prayer book in his head is the prayer book of the previous life.

I waited for a minute, but there was still no reply. Lin Fei was sure that this prayer was either an illusion caused by too much stimulation today, or it was a waste-like golden finger. So he concentrated on imagining the program interface of the prayer book.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a simple white humanoid interface to appear in front of him, a bit like a car's HUD display, but smaller, and it should only be visible to him.

In the middle of the interface is a small model of a typical game character in the Java era, very rough, but it can barely be seen that the clothes are very similar to what Lin Fei is wearing at this time, next to it are the four values of strength, agility, intelligence, and physique, except for the intelligence is 1.2, all the others are the initial 1. In the lower right corner is the energy value, which shows 1.5.

"It's outrageous." Lin Fei shook his head, looking like he wanted to shake the illusion away, but it was obviously in vain, this interface would appear whenever he concentrated on imagining the prayer, and then disappeared as he was distracted.

"So if it's true, can the character's attributes be added to me?" Lin Fei, who recognized the current situation, immediately thought about it, "Or does it only show my current physical state, or is it completely unrelated to my actual situation?" ”

"No, it shouldn't be unrelated." Lin Fei squinted and thought, "Otherwise, the character's clothes won't be satin long clothes, and the initial character clothes should just be short-sleeved shorts." ”

If it's true. Then practicing martial arts by yourself may not only achieve the level of self-preservation, but even...

Of course, the source of energy makes people care, do you really want to fulfill other people's wishes? In reality, the person is not an online user of the prayer book, and there is no way to provide him with positive praise energy.

"I don't want to, go to bed first, no matter what happens, I can only confirm it tomorrow after I find Zhao Si to start practicing martial arts."

The next morning, on the Linfu school ground. Lin Fei finished breakfast early and came to the school to wait for Old Man Zhao, although he was the future head of the family, but now he was begging others to teach martial arts, even if it was just third-rate martial arts, he had to make an appearance of humbly asking for advice, this kind of posture he had already exercised. As for the two younger brothers, he had already shouted when he came, but the two lazy cancers had never finished cleaning up.

Sure enough, after Old Man Zhao came, he frowned vaguely after finding that Lin Fei was the only one, and then said with a smile, "Brother Fei said yesterday that he wanted to practice martial arts, and he came to the school so early today, it seems that he has made up his mind." To tell the truth, old man, I used to wander the rivers and lakes for so many years, but this stone splitting hand is just a third-rate martial arts, and the real masters don't bother to look at it. After speaking, Old Man Zhao paused, and found that Lin Fei did not have a look of disgust, so he continued with a smile, "But no matter what kind of martial arts, it depends on whether it is suitable or not, and what suits you is the best." This is not old man, I am talking nonsense. ”

Lin Fei naturally understands this truth, let a person with a strong sense of musicality but average intelligence study philosophy, then his achievements are naturally not as good as concentrating on studying pop music.

"This is the old man's stone-splitting hand technique that I worked hard to find in my early years, in fact, it is to practice the palm hard, practice the hard, and then practice the hard!" Old man Zhao put his hand into his clothes, carefully took out a few crumpled pieces of paper from the innermost layer, and handed them to Lin Fei.

"The so-called stone splitting hand is just a practice written on a few pieces of paper." Old man Zhao sighed, looking a little helpless, "But it's these few pieces of paper that can make people think about it for a lifetime." ”

Lin Fei solemnly took over the stone splitting hand's exercise drawings, which simply recorded some exercises. Including sentences such as what kind of posture to chop and chop, how to step by step, and a few posture diagrams, it should be that this posture can improve efficiency when practicing.

"Brother Fei'er, remember to return the booklet to me after you remember the contents, this is the old man's stuff at the bottom of the box." Zhao Si looked at the Stone Splitting Hand Handbook in Lin Fei's hand, and his voice trembled a little.

"Old man Zhao, don't worry, this will pay you back, I have already remembered." Lin Fei smiled and returned the booklet to Zhao Si. "It's not that I don't like the Stone Splitter, but I really remember it." As he spoke, Lin Fei raised his hand and made a few gestures in the manual. It's not that Lin Fei has a good memory, it's just that the content of this booklet is too little, and after years of exam-taking education, he can remember it with a little snack.

"Fei Ge'er is smart, my stupid head watched it for several days before I remembered it. It's stupid kung fu, so you have to work hard. Zhao Si immediately took the booklet and looked at Lin Fei again, as if he was worried that he would not be able to persevere.

"Old man Zhao, rest assured, since he has made up his mind to practice martial arts, he will definitely not give up halfway."

"It's good that Brother Fei has a heart, but there is something that the old man wanted to mention yesterday, there are still a few good guys in the city who broke into the rivers and lakes with me back then, and his kung fu is not worse than mine, and now that he is old and has no queen, it is better to..."

"Old man Zhao, rest assured, I can call the shots in this matter, if I really have real talent and real learning, then the Lin Mansion invites them to be the nurse, and I don't usually need to take action, just guide me and my subordinates. How about 20 taels a month? Lin Fei immediately answered, as the future head of the family, he can still call the shots in this kind of thing, especially after something like the Wang family happens, the attraction of martial arts masters will definitely increase significantly, and it will definitely not be a loss to find a few old people who know kung fu.

"That's good, that's good, Zhang Bandit, the sword barbarian who practices swords in Shanyin City, has been in contact with him for many years, and I'm still uncertain, but Li Laosan, the Feiyan Sword who makes the sword, I'm sure I can invite it." Their hard work will definitely not disappoint you, Feige. Come on, Brother Fei'er, we will take the handle first, and I'll teach you how to stand first, old man. Zhao Sixiao's eyes narrowed, he could find this kind of treatment for his old friend, and he would naturally earn enough face in front of the two of them in the future.

After saying that, Zhao Si asked Lin Fei's knees to bend slightly and pointed to the standing posture.

"What is martial arts, martial arts is to knock others down and kill them, but you can't fall yourself, and once you fall, you will naturally be slaughtered by others, so this standing posture is very important. Ordinary people only use the strength of their legs when they stand, but since they practice martial arts, they can't do this. You have to use your upper feet and waist to keep your feet glued to the ground and your upper body to stabilize your upper body with your waist..."

Although Old Man Zhao is usually always smiling, he is still very serious when he points out Lin Fei's martial arts, and he is ruthless when he should say that he should fight. Lin Fei understood that this was for his good, not to mention that he had not practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his skeleton had been set, and it would be difficult to achieve success if he did not work hard.

Soon Lin Fei practiced on the school field all morning, after all, there was a special person to guide him, and every posture was practiced until he couldn't hold on to it and stopped, and the whole morning was not much harder than the previous life and then lifting an hour in the gym.

"Brother Fei'er, you're tired of practicing, do you want to drink some water."

Ling'er next to her naturally didn't practice, but she was tired after just standing next to her for a long time, and when she saw the two of them stop, she immediately saw the stitches and asked.

"Martial arts practice has to be gradual, it's almost too long today, Fei Ge'er is going to rest, but you can't be tired today and won't come tomorrow, you have to persevere." Zhao Si nodded when he saw this, Lin Fei's performance was completely unexpected, he thought that he would not be able to hold on for half an hour.

"In this way, Brother Fei'er, you will practice here today, go back and have a good rest, tomorrow will still be the same as today?"

At this time, Lin Fei, who was sitting on the ground, turned a deaf ear to the words of the two of them, and he looked at the values of the physique in the four attributes of the characters in the prayer book, and only ecstasy was left in his heart.

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