The bald man who rubbed his wrist glanced at Zhang Kuang stupidly, but a thick look of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

"Little brother, what do you call it?" The emaciated old man also came to Zhang Kuang's side and sat down against the wall, looked sideways at Zhang Kuang and asked with a slightly enthusiastic smile: "First introduce yourself, Wei Jiuling, you can call me Old Wei." ”

"Zhang Kuang!" glanced at Zhang Kuang, who was emaciated with a slight tilt of his head, and responded indifferently.

The bald man stared at Zhang Kuang slightly, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded: "Boy, you are really as good as your name!"

"If people don't offend me, I won't offend people, how many of them are yours, right?" Zhang Kuang glanced at the few people who had done it to him just now, and said coldly.

The bald man who nodded slightly couldn't help but give Zhang Kuang a thumbs up with a grin: "Little brother, good eyesight! Brother Zhang seems to have practiced! Forgive me for my clumsiness, I don't know which disciple Brother Zhang is?"

"It's not either," Zhang Kuang's tone was still cold.

The bald man shrugged his shoulders noncommittally and smiled: "Since it is inconvenient for Brother Zhang to say, then I didn't ask." ”

"Ahem.." Wei Jiuling, the emaciated old man on the side, suddenly coughed slightly uncomfortably, and his brows, which were slightly pale, frowned slightly.

Zhang Kuang, who glanced sideways at his face, couldn't help frowning slightly and hesitated slightly before whispering: "Old Wei, digging in the soil is not the right way after all, if you go on a yin road too much, you will always encounter ghosts." ”

"You?" Wei Jiuling looked at Zhang Kuang in surprise.

Even the bald man who vaguely heard what Zhang Kuang said on the side stiffened, and his eyes shrank slightly.

Zhang Kuang just stretched out his hand to help him check his pulse, and then said indifferently: "Yin Qi enters the body, and his life is short!"

"Little brotherhood doctor?" Wei Jiuling calmed down, and couldn't help but bow his hand to Zhang Kuang with a slight straight face: "Since you see my problem, I wonder if there is a way to save my old life?"

"Old life?" The corners of Zhang Kuang's mouth hooked a meaningful arc: "More than fifty years old, your old man is not too old, right?"

Wei Jiuling's eyes flashed when he heard this, and there was soon more eagerness in his gaze when he looked at Zhang Kuang: "Little brother, it really has a sharp eye! It seems that my old Wei has really met a master today." The little brother has such good eyesight, there must be a way to save me. As long as my little brother is willing to save me, I will be rewarded. ”

"Let's wait until you get out alive! What you committed is enough to sit through the prison, right? What difference does it make if I can't save you or not?" Zhang Kuang said coldly.

Wei Jiuling smiled when he heard this: "Little brother, if they really have conclusive evidence, they won't let me stay here." I'll be able to go out soon, but I don't know when you'll be able to go out, little brother, and where will I go to find you?"

"Did I promise to save you?" Zhang Kuang asked in a cold and indifferent tone.

"Then I don't know what the little brother is going to do to save me?" Wei Jiuling was a little anxious when he heard this.

Zhang Kuang slowly closed his eyes and didn't say anything more.

Seeing this, Wei Jiuling, who wanted to speak and stopped, couldn't help but glance at the bald man with a vague gaze.

In a room in the detention center with many monitoring screens, Officer Liu and Hou Jing were looking at the image of Zhang Kuang's cell displayed on one of the screens.

"This Zhang Kuang is really a practitioner," Officer Liu said with his eyes narrowed.

On the side, Hou Jing frowned and asked another policeman sitting in front of the computer, "Who is that old man?

"He came in with the bald man, suspected of reselling cultural relics, but the evidence is insufficient, and he can't be locked up for a few days," said the policeman sitting in front of the computer, shaking his head slightly.

While the two were talking, Officer Liu suddenly received a phone call, and soon after hearing it, he raised his eyebrows and hung up the phone and said to Hou Jing: "Hou Jing, let's go! Go back! A reporter came to the office to interview Zhang Kuang." ”

"Haven't you always been afraid to avoid reporters? Why did you take the initiative to go back today?" Hou Jing was slightly surprised when she heard this.

Officer Liu smiled noncommittally, and without saying anything, he turned around and went out.

Seeing this, Hou Jing's expression moved slightly, and his eyes flashed suddenly when he thought of something, and then hurriedly followed.

On the morning of the second day, in the director's office of the Yuancheng Beicheng Police Station, the young and handsome Officer Liu was sitting on the chair behind the desk and was answering the phone, when he saw Hou Jing pushing the door in, he hurriedly made a silent gesture to her and motioned for her to sit down first.

"Oh, Director, you say, okay, I know, I'll release the people soon," Officer Liu nodded in response.

After a while, when Officer Liu hung up the phone, Hou Jing, who was sitting opposite, couldn't help but smile and said, "How about it, Liu Suo, the director actually took the initiative to call you and ask you to release you?"

"The news about Zhang Kuang was broadcast last night, and the impact of this incident is too great. Whether it's the school or the bureau, they all hope that big things will be turned into small things and small things," a smile appeared at the corner of Officer Liu's mouth: "Hou Jing, you personally go and pick up Zhang Kuang and arrange for someone to send him home." Try to communicate with him again, but I really can't understand the situation, so don't force it. This case, listening to the director's meaning, someone above has let go and wants to suppress it. ”

Hou Jing, who nodded in response, couldn't help frowning and said: "It seems that this matter is probably really related to the Gu Wu family, and they can have such an influence to put pressure on us from above." These people, relying on some power, are really unscrupulous in doing things. ”

"Alright, that's not our business. I believe that Zhang Kuang also knows it in his heart and understands that this case cannot be understood," Officer Liu shook his head slightly and said, "You tell him, let him stop messing around." ”

In the afternoon, in the alley outside Zhang Kuang's house, in the back seat of the Volkswagen Passat sedan, Zhang Kuang and Hou Jing sat side by side.

"Officer Hou, thank you for sending me back in person, and thank you for the sumptuous lunch before," Zhang Kuang said.

Hou Jing looked at Zhang Kuang a little helplessly: "You really don't want to tell me something?"

"Does it make sense for me to say anything more? If you don't want me to die, don't look into it!" Zhang Kuang said.

Hearing this, Hou Jing's eyes shrank, and she couldn't help but look at Zhang Kuang: "You really know the origin of those people." ”

"Officer Hou doesn't have to worry about it, I will personally find them to settle this matter in the future," Zhang Kuang was noncommittal.

"Zhang Kuang, don't mess around! The energy of those people is not something you can easily oppose," Hou Jing said hurriedly.

Zhang Kuang, who glanced at Hou Jing with a slight surprise, couldn't help but smile and said, "Is Officer Hou concerned about me?"

"Don't worry! Now I may not be able to help them, and I may even be afraid of them. However, in the future, I will definitely make them regret what they have done," Zhang Kuang, who had an inexplicable cold arc at the corner of his mouth, pushed the car door and got out of the car, and then hesitated before turning to Hou Jing who was sitting in the car and said: "Officer Hou, don't blame me for talking too much, pay attention to your body." ”

Hou Jing, who was stunned, reacted and looked at Zhang Kuang's figure leaving directly, and couldn't help frowning.

"Team Hou, do we still want to continue to protect Zhang Kuang?" asked Brother Lu, who was sitting in the front co-pilot.

Hou Jing shook his head lightly and said, "No need, let's go!"

In the evening, in Zhang Kuang's house, in the small house in the courtyard where the medicine was boiled, Zhang Kuang was raising his head and drinking a bowl of steaming medicine.

"Whew.." Zhang Kuang, who breathed a sigh of relief, felt the heat slowly escaping from his abdomen, put down the medicine bowl, walked straight out, and practiced his fists and feet in the courtyard outside.

Zhang Kuang's current practice of this set of fist and foot kung fu is an extremely superior external exercise method "Burning Flame Body", specializing in strengthening the body, from the inside out, enhancing qi and blood, strengthening bones, and slowly practicing into a King Kong incorruptible body, practicing to a high-level realm and even being able to enter the Tao with martial arts, which is much more powerful than any golden bell cover iron cloth shirt.

Although Zhang Kuang has now cultivated his internal qi, after all, the qi of the dantian is too weak to support him in a long-term battle. Cultivating external skills and strengthening the physical body will undoubtedly be able to improve his strength as soon as possible.

Although he is in this mundane world, Zhang Kuang also has a strong sense of danger. He is a dignified doctor and immortal, an immortal is powerful, and he is lucky to survive, if he loses his life in the mundane, it will be a big joke.

Half an hour younger, Zhang Kuang, who had soothed his muscles and bones and was comfortable, waited until the medicinal power in his body was completely refined and absorbed, and then he slowly stopped and exhaled lightly.

"Fortunately, my grandfather left a lot of medicinal herbs at home, and my mother didn't dispose of them. Otherwise, it would not be easy to rely on medicinal herbs to assist in cultivation. The family didn't have much money, and although my mother had a card, I didn't know the password and couldn't withdraw the money. My second uncle also spent a lot of money for my medical expenses and to buy a cemetery for my mother. I've got to figure out how to make some money first. In the ordinary, it's hard to move an inch without money!" Zhang Kuangzheng frowned and groaned, and there was a knock on the door outside.

Zhang Kuang, who came back to his senses, hurriedly stepped forward and opened the courtyard door, and saw Li Yajie standing outside the door, and when he saw himself, he immediately said with concern: "Xiao Kuang, when are you coming back?