Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

On the same day, in Shenzhen City, in the Pangea Biological Park.

Da da da.
The regular sound of high heels stomping on the ground echoed in the corridor.

"Boss Ling." The little assistant who was beside Ling Sifeng said puzzledly,
"Isn't it just to send a raw material, how many times has it been, as for you to pick it up in person?"

"It's always right to be careful." Ling Sifeng said perfunctorily, and quickened his pace.

The little assistant didn't say anything anymore, she just couldn't figure out why Ling Sifeng left the meeting to hand over the raw materials.

After all, with her authority, she still couldn't know the specific content of Nuwa's project, so she thought it might be something important.

Soon after turning the corner, Ling Sifeng saw a beautiful figure standing in the corridor from a distance, and his heart trembled for no reason.

Although it has long been known that Chen Ze has something to go to other places, other people will come to hand over the experimental solution.

But the moment he really confirmed the facts, Ling Sifeng couldn't explain why he was so depressed.

As a result, when she got closer, when she saw the face of the visitor clearly, her heart was even more messed up.

"Hello?" Lu Ling, who was carrying a pure black suitcase, also recognized Ling Sifeng, but she was a little surprised by her expression.

"Hello." Ling Sifeng forced himself to hold out his hand forward,

"I will trouble you later."

Halfway through speaking, her voice froze suddenly.

His stiff eyes moved down slowly, and he saw two plain hands clasped together, revealing two exquisite jade bracelets on each other's wrists.

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Both were silent.

"Ah - sneeze!"

As soon as he got off the bus, Chen Ze sneezed for no reason, which made him suspect that someone was speaking ill of him.

Probably because it tasted too strong.
Chen Ze attributed the problem to the cow dung lying in front of him.

It is located deep in the mountains, the economy is backward, and the road conditions are extremely poor.

If it wasn't for Chen Ze to add more money and more money, the bus driver would not come here no matter what.

In fact, after getting off the car, there is still a long section of mountain road that Chen Ze needs to walk on foot.

It wasn't until it was completely dark that Chen Ze arrived at the target village.

Little Rock Village.

There is no plaque, and there is no so-called village gate entrance. This is just a relatively open mountain flat land, with dozens of houses in twos and threes.

Next to it are some scattered farmlands, which are not large in scale.

Such a small settlement is a bit flattering to say that it is a village.

Chen Ze raised his wrist to look at the time, it was past nine o'clock in the evening.

Maybe people in the countryside go to bed early, and there is no one outside at this point, and few houses are even lit.

Chen Ze came from the direction of the farmland. He had just set foot on the dirt road and within two steps, dogs were barking.

"Wang!"

"Wow woof woof!".
However, after a while, Chen Ze, who was overwhelmed with consciousness, calmly passed among the dogs, leaving only a group of barking teams staring at him.

Zhang Houde.
Chen Ze was still thinking about this person's name, and planned to ask someone whose house was still bright.

His purpose of this trip was to find Ji Lianyuan's immediate family members.

It is said that this is Ji Lianyuan's son, who is well-known in the local area as a local doctor, so he was inquired about.

Looking around, Chen Ze walked towards a small farmyard, but an uninvited guest came out halfway.

"Hey Hey"

"Ha! Fa-fa-fa-"

A man with unkempt hair and shabby clothes who could not tell his age suddenly rushed out, making strange gestures and gesticulating continuously, muttering words in his mouth.

In the end, before Chen Ze went up to knock on the door, a middle-aged man rushed out of the small farmyard, and waved away the previous man with a broom in disgust.

"What the hell! Epilepsy. Go away!"

"Don't stay here! Go. Go!".
The middle-aged man spoke a dialect, but Chen Ze could barely understand it.

The beggar-like man couldn't help rushing away, so he had to leave the small courtyard nagging.

So the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, put down the broom and walked back.

Chen Ze saw the opportunity and went up to stop him.

"Hey!" The middle-aged man was taken aback, he only discovered Chen Ze's existence until now.

"Uncle, I'm passing by." Chen Ze didn't care, stepped forward to explain,

"Can I stay at your place for one night?"

"What, passing by?" The middle-aged man still had lingering fears at this moment, staring at Chen Ze with a defensive face, and at the same time silently opened the distance,
"What do you do?"

"I'm a poor traveler." Chen Ze lied, "I'm doing self-media cycling and making short videos, you know that?"

"Riding." The middle-aged man obviously heard something, muttered and looked behind Chen Ze,
"Where's your car?"

"Ouch!" Chen Ze slapped his thigh, "This road is too difficult to ride, I fell down, and the car is still on the ground."

That's the end of the conversation, but the middle-aged man still has doubts about Chen Ze's too neat clothes and empty hands.

Seeing this, Chen Ze used his trump card again.

"Uncle! I'll transfer some money to you, just let me rent it for one night!"

So half an hour later, Chen Ze was sitting in the small courtyard, eating a bowl of noodles and talking nonsense with the middle-aged man.

"Hey, what are you doing? What are you doing?"

"We Media." Chen Ze reminded by taking a sip of noodles.

"Yes, yes, from the media." The middle-aged man said curiously,

"Aren't you making money making videos?"

"It's not easy to make money in any line of business." Chen Ze snorted, then changed the topic,

"Uncle, do you have any bandages or something?"

"I'm afraid there is something wrong with the bones in my leg."

Chen Ze pulled his trouser legs, revealing his muscular and powerful calves.

"Is there something wrong with your leg?" The middle-aged uncle didn't know why, so he kept staring at Chen Ze's calf.
"It's not good."

"What's so good, I lost half my life just now." Chen Ze quietly used his consciousness, and repeated the words of falling while riding a bicycle on a dirt road.

And the eyes of the middle-aged uncle became blurred, and suddenly he couldn't help wanting to agree with Chen Ze's words.

【Experience value +300】.
"You see, right?" Chen Ze raised his voice.

"Ah?" The middle-aged uncle raised his head blankly, then lowered his head again,

"It seems. It's really serious."

The middle-aged uncle stared at the intact calf in front of him, his face gradually became serious.

"It's because you young people are in good health that you can still walk after falling like this." The uncle couldn't bear to look directly at him at first.

"Not all of them have been practiced yet." Chen Ze waved his hands and smiled, drank the noodle soup in one gulp and continued,
"Uncle, do you have a bandage here? I'll have to tie it up."

"How can there be any bandages in our countryside?" The uncle shook his head,
"There is medicinal wine, how about rubbing it on for you?"

"Not very good." Chen Ze put down the bowl with a duang sound, "You don't have a doctor here?"

"You can't tell if there is a hospital or not." The uncle sneered at Chen Ze, who could easily see the head of such a big-ass village.

And the nearest clinic is more than ten miles away, the uncle thought for a moment, and introduced to Chen Ze,
"We have a native doctor here, do you want to go see it?"

"I'm afraid that you people in the city are too delicate, so you dare not look at it."

Country people don't pay too much attention, and minor injuries and illnesses are dealt with.

"Where are you?" Chen Ze responded immediately, "It's better than nothing, uncle, please show me."

"What time is it now?"

"Not until ten o'clock."

"It's so late. I'll send him a WeChat message first, he should be asleep."

"Thank you uncle!".
The atmosphere returned to silence, but before the chirping of cicadas could be heard for a while, the middle-aged uncle expressed a little surprise that the local doctor was still awake, so he could take Chen Ze there.

After all, Chen Ze was considered a guest of his family, so even though he could not see his fingers in the field without street lights, the uncle still took a flashlight and led the way.

As a result, the two of them twisted and turned all the way, and turned over a small hill before they suddenly realized that it was another small settlement.

"Could it be that this is Xiaoshi Village?" Chen Ze was a little surprised that there was something strange here.

"What kind of village is it?" The uncle who led the way smiled and said, "We all call it that in this area, and we don't pay attention to it, and the distinction is not so clear."

"Oh." Chen Ze didn't care too much.

Not long after, the two came to one of the spacious yards.

There was no one waiting at the door, and the uncle didn't care, so he rushed in with Chen Ze.

"Zhang!"

"Are you still there?".
The uncle's voice sounded like a trumpet, and he greeted in local dialect, while Chen Ze quietly observed his surroundings.

The small courtyard is fairly tidy, with a few jujube trees planted, it can be seen that the owner has been cleaning up a lot.

But in the perception of the Qi field, there is one or two groups of Yuan Qi responding.

As the footsteps approached, Chen Ze gradually grasped the situation of the entire courtyard.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

The uncle didn't shout a few words, and a person came out from the back room.

The man looked to be about five or sixty years old, with a goatee and narrow-rimmed eyes on his nose.

Although his complexion is dark and his clothes are simple, he has the temperament of a scholar.

It's just that he is much older than Chen Ze expected.

"You bumped your leg?" The man talked to the uncle for a few words before turning to look at Chen Ze.

"Yes." Chen Ze asked back, "Are you Doctor Zhang?"

"What kind of doctor." The person in front of him agreed by default, "I can order earth prescriptions, so come in first."

It seems that he is Zhang Houde.
Chen Ze nodded silently in his heart, and stretched out his hand to press the shoulder of the uncle who followed in front.

"Why?" The uncle turned his head in doubt.

"Uncle, you still have porridge in your house, forget it?" Chen Ze's eyes seemed to have a magical power, and he wanted to suck the uncle's whole body in.

【Experience value +100】.
The uncle blinked, and panic came from his heart for no reason.

"Hey!" The uncle walked back in a panic,

"I'll go back first, you can tell him yourself."

"Okay, slow down, uncle." Chen Ze watched the uncle leave with satisfaction.

Chen Ze has already mastered how to influence other people's emotions.

Some are similar to hypnosis, but they cannot achieve too complicated control effects, and can only instill some simple psychological hints with emotions.

In front of Chen Ze, the primordial spirit of ordinary people is almost equivalent to being defenseless.

After seeing off the uncle, Chen Ze went into the back room alone, but saw another person lying on the bed in the room, moaning in pain, looking unconscious.

"Where are the others?" Inside the room, Zhang Houde was puzzled to see that only Chen Ze came in.

"He left in a hurry." Chen Ze looked at the back room on his own.

"Ah? Oh oh oh." Zhang Houde's face was sweating for some reason, and he kept reaching out to push his glasses.

There are many and miscellaneous furnishings here. When you enter the door, you will see a conspicuous gossip map hanging on the wall. In addition, there are various books, sign holders, instruments, etc. that make people feel unclear.

It doesn't look like Tu Langzhong's home.

"Where did your leg fall?" At this time Zhang Houde took out a big jar from nowhere and stepped forward.

"Sit here, can I give you something?"

Zhang Houde stared at the jar in his hand, looked again and again, touched his head and put it back again, as if he had taken the wrong thing.

"No. No, no."

Zhang Houde kept searching in the big cabinet in the corner, his expression a little out of focus.

What is he panicking about?
Chen Ze keenly felt that Zhang Houde was very nervous and restless.

"Ah yo yo"

The strange man on the bed became more and more painful, as if he was in a nightmare.

Squeak - thump!

The door of the room closed by itself for some reason, and Zhang Houde jumped from the cabinet door in fright, dropping his things on the ground.

"Master Zhang." Chen Ze stood up suddenly, walked in front of Zhang Houde,
"I heard that you are good at fortune telling?"

Zhang Houde, who was still staring at the door suspiciously, suddenly stood up and asked,

"Where did you hear about me?"

"No." Zhang Houde suddenly realized,

"Aren't you a bike shooter?"

"No, I'm here to tell you a fortune teller."

Chen Ze didn't answer the question, and his tall body stepped forward, just in front of the light, and Zhang Houde was completely covered by the illuminated figure.

【Experience value +200】.
Zhang Houde was about to refute, but his eyes were blurred for a while, and he nodded dully,
"How did you hear about me?"

"I saw it on Douyin." Chen Ze shook his phone.

Yes, this Zhang Houde is not only a local doctor, but also a "master" who lives in seclusion.

The one with the same model as Ji Lianyuan back then, a master of qigong, fortune-telling, feng shui, in short, can be said to have inherited his father's career.

In recent years, he often shoots some short videos with a sense of script and puts them on the Internet, so they are noticed, and finally spread to Wang Zhenguo layer by layer, and then inform Chen Ze.

"Foretelling." Zhang Houde's eyes gradually cleared up, and he didn't find anything wrong at all.
"What do you want?"

As soon as this matter was mentioned, Zhang Houde cheered up, went to the painted Eight Immortals table, picked up a stick and asked,
"Career, relationship, luck, body, wealth."

Zhang Houde snapped his fingers like a treasure,

"Fifty at a time, if you want to count."

"Help me count." Chen Ze interrupted him.

"Who is it?" Zhang Houde didn't take it seriously, he shook the lottery container and sorted it out.

bang bang bang bang bang bang
"Ji Lianyuan." Chen Ze spat out the name.

The smile on "Ji" Zhang Houde's face stagnated, and the movements of his hands gradually slowed down.

Bang~dang, kuang~~dang.
"Ji Lianyuan." Chen Ze did not use the influence of his consciousness at this time, wanting to observe the most real reaction,
"Seasons of Seasons, Fate of Fate"

"Who are you!" Zhang Houde slammed the stick back to the table of the Eight Immortals, with a guarded expression on his face.

"I don't know this person."

"I didn't ask you if you knew him?" Chen Ze looked at him playfully.

"You!" Zhang Houde realized that he had made a mistake, and started to chase people away.
"Let's go! Let's go!".
"Master Zhang." Chen Ze stood still like a mountain,

"I know, it may be inconvenient for you, but I really need your help."

"I can pay you a lot of money."

Chen Ze spoke quite straightforwardly. (end of this chapter)