super right hand

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Don't become a demon, don't survive!

Jiang Hao is not a diligent person, but when encountering things that require diligence, he can definitely show diligence that is incomparable and surpassed by others.

It seems that after he obtained the ability of his right hand, in order to master the proficiency of cao control, he can practice continuously without sleep, and will not stop until the practice satisfies him enough.

And it was no exception when he was practicing the carving knife technique. The amount of vegetables used just to practice the carving knife technique would probably need to be calculated in tons.

Jiang Hao admits that his character is a bit paranoid, and even a bit stubborn, but as long as it is something he is sure of, even if he hits his head, he will continue to hit it until he smashes the wall blocking him. will give up.

Naturally, the improvement of mental power this time is no exception. I have never discovered the importance of improving mental power. It was my own mistakes that caused the stagnation of mental power and the inability to open new abilities. Jiang Hao must make up for it. This mistake, and the way to make up for it is very simple, that is, it is not simple and crazy to make up for the mistake.

Practice calligraphy, practice calligraphy, or practice calligraphy!

The ancient Wang Xizhi was able to dye the pool of a brush brush into black, but Jiang Hao could rub a thick plate made of steel with a brush to see through!

Jiang Hao didn't know how many days had passed outside. Anyway, after his body training, his food requirements became lower and lower. He went down to eat a meal every three to five days to replenish his energy, and then continued to focus on improving his mental power.

Whoosh!

Jiang Hao held the brush in his hand, and lightly brushed across the steel plate. The soft wolf hairs showed a kind of arc in contact with the steel plate, but after sweeping, the brush swept off a mass of iron!

It's true that the wolf's fur is so soft that it can't separate the tight steel, but Jiang Hao's spirit endowed the wolf's fur with hardness, making it strong enough.

If Jiang Hao wanted to, he could use a pen to sweep the steel into fine powder. It sounds unbelievable, but this is exactly what Jiang Hao is doing recently!

Up!

Jiang Hao's mental power covered the steel plate, and the steel plate weighing more than [-] kilograms actually levitated little by little, as if being attracted by a magnet, floating horizontally in the air calmly.

brush!

With one hand behind his back, Jiang Hao held a writing brush in the other, his face was calm and calm, and the writing brush in his hand was writing on the steel plate stroke by stroke, looking very elegant.

Whoosh!

Jiang Hao paid attention to the time and found that the time to control the steel plate had been extended to an hour this time, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His mental power has been completely substantiated, originally he could only control light objects, but now he is able to control heavy objects.

Jiang Hao didn't even doubt that if his mental power continued to improve, a single thought would be enough to shake a floor!

Of course, his current mental power is still a long way from controlling huge objects, but it has the possibility of realizing it!

Jiang Hao is looking forward to the scene where the spiritual power controls all things. He thinks of a Buddhist saying, once thought, ten thousand thoughts are destroyed!

Jiang Hao felt that during the period of practicing calligraphy in retreat, the spirit of the whole person has been greatly boosted, and the person has become a lot quieter, and he is no longer as manic as before.

"almost."

Jiang Hao felt that there was no need to continue exercising. If he continued exercising, he really suspected that he would really be driven crazy.

Jiang Hao looked at himself in the glasses through the glass. The whole person was as calm as a stone, quiet and breathless, making people elusive, and his breath was much restrained.

After taking a bath, with a twitch of mental strength, the clothes on the bed automatically floated on the body, the wooden comb automatically stood up the hair, and a piece of blade gently hung on the beard on the chin, and it was shaved in a short time. net.

If someone saw the scene of Jiang Hao dressing up, he would be frightened out of his wits, thinking that this was a sci-fi movie, but this was just an ordinary way Jiang Hao used to exercise his mental strength every day, so there was no fuss at all.

After getting dressed, Jiang Hao stared at himself in the mirror, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, his mind moved, and all the chaos in the room began to be sorted out automatically. Within a few minutes, everything in the room The chaos became tidy, and even the dust on the ground automatically fell into the trash can.

Jiang Hao looked at his clean room with satisfaction, opened the curtains, looked at the sun born in the east, closed his eyes enjoying the fresh air, and walked out of the room.

"I heard that Jiang Hao has been ill since the banquet was held, and it is said that the illness is still unclear. By the way, it seems that there is something wrong with the brain. He knows how to practice calligraphy all day long. He doesn't meet anyone and everything The work was handed over to other people, and they stayed in the room all day, and even the meals were delivered by Qi Feng or Fan Yao."

"It's true that I haven't seen Jiang Hao for a long time. I didn't expect him to have a brain problem. Why didn't he go to the doctor?"

"People with brain problems, who would admit that they have a disease, I think it must be harmed by something, after all, people who are too rich will attract envy."

"..."

In Sai Jiangnan's restaurant, everyone is eating breakfast. Breakfast is a major event in Zhongzhou City, which is discussed almost every day, and today is no exception.

It's just that I don't know when it started. The topic of discussion at breakfast every day has become the reason for Jiang Hao's mysterious disappearance.

"Brother Hao's brain is not really out of order?",

The corner of Fan Yao's mouth twitched. Recently, Jiang Hao's eyes became more strange, which made him panic, and he didn't dare to deliver food anymore.

"If brother Hao is crazy, I'm afraid there will be no normal people in the world."

Qi Feng rolled his eyes at the worried Fan Yao, but his tone was a bit weak. Recently, Jiang Hao's behavior has become more and more strange, which is really irritating.

Unbelievable, he was too embarrassed to ask.

"How much is it?"

Fan Yao took a sip of soy milk absent-mindedly, and said vaguely.

"A dozen dollars."

The corner of Qi Feng's mouth twitched. He really couldn't imagine how Jiang Hao painted the vat block into powder. Every time he shook out the fresh powder from the room, it seemed like a dream. After writing the steel plate thoroughly, is this still a human being?If I really told the truth to the people who were having a good time discussing it, everyone would definitely think that I had something wrong with my brain.

"Hello everyone."

Jiang Hao heard all kinds of discussions clearly, he didn't care at all, he just did what he liked, why should he care what other people think?

As for all kinds of sick rumors, as long as I stand healthy in front of everyone, the rumors will naturally be self-defeating, so why waste saliva to explain?

"Brother Ho."

The people discussing, staring at Jiang Hao who walked into the restaurant unhurriedly with graceful steps, their eyes lit up at once, and they looked at Jiang Hao with strange expressions.

"What? I don't know each other anymore. I still think I escaped from a mental hospital. Don't worry, I won't kill people with a knife." Jiang Hao smiled teasingly.

"Brother Hao, you really know how to joke."

Everyone saw that Jiang Hao spoke clearly, his thinking was clear, and he even joked. How could a person with a brain problem make jokes with everyone?

"Brother Hao, what did you do? Why haven't we seen you all this time? We miss you very much." Some gossip-minded people couldn't help but ask.

"I attended the banquet and deeply realized that my brushwork was not good, so I hid in the room and practiced brush calligraphy. I learned some medical knowledge in an instant, so that it will be much easier to study after the university starts."

Jiang Hao explained with a smile.

"Brother Hao, you are indeed a persevering person. When I have time, I will definitely ask you for some experience in practicing brush calligraphy, so that we can exchange ideas."

Some bosses smiled flatteringly.

"Cough cough..."

Fan Yao and Qi Feng coughed violently at the same time, their faces turned red, glanced at the boss who wanted to ask for advice, and smiled bitterly. Jiang Hao's ability to practice writing brushes is not something anyone can learn Yes, no, as long as it is a human being, I am afraid it is impossible to learn it!

"Boss Jiang, my favorite thing is to practice brush calligraphy. Can I ask you for advice? I have a brush here, please use it."

An old man with Hu Xuebai looked at Jiang Hao longingly, and took out a fountain pen from the table beside him. He also just finished practicing water calligraphy from a nearby park, and he wanted to ask Jiang Hao for advice.

Jingle Bell!

Just as Jiang Hao was about to speak, the phone in his pocket rang. Jiang Hao found out that it was Link calling, which made him feel very strange.

"Jiang Hao, come to my place when you have time. I need your help with something here." Link said hurriedly on the other end of the phone, and hung up the phone immediately after speaking.

what happened?

Jiang Hao frowned suspiciously. Link usually seldom calls him when he has nothing to do. Unless there is some serious case, he will be asked to go out to cooperate with the investigation. Jiang Hao agreed to all of Link's requests. Because Link solves the case precisely to give justice to the victims.

Could it be that there is another major case encountered?

Jiang Hao put the phone in his pocket suspiciously.

"Boss Jiang, how are you? Would you like to accompany me, an old man, to brush?"

The old man stroked his beard and said with a hey smile.

"Brother Hao, just show off your brushwork. We have seen the work you left in the Greater China Alliance. It is majestic and majestic. You can't put it off."

"Brother Hao, Mr. Ge loves calligraphy like his life. If you don't meet his request, I'm afraid he won't be able to eat a good meal today. You can communicate with him."

"..."

Everyone encouraged Jiang Hao with a smile and a smile.

"it is good."

Jiang Hao feels like throwing up when he hears writing. He writes too much, but Mr. Ge is also a member of the Greater China Alliance, so it’s not easy to win the other party’s face. Besides, it doesn’t take long to write a word. I believe Link doesn't care about the delay.

Seeing that Jiang Hao was about to show his brushwork, many people who were eating gathered around, their eyes widened, and they looked expectantly at Jiang Hao who picked up the brush and walked to an open space.

brush!

Jiang Hao held up the big brush, took a deep breath, his mental strength covered the tip of the pen, and the brush brushed lightly across the ground, then put away the pen and handed it to the old man, and walked out without waiting for everyone to recover In the restaurant, he needs his help for what difficulties Link has encountered.

"Is that all right?"

Everyone was happy to leave a word on the ground. I thought Jiang Hao could leave a few big characters, but I didn't expect that the chat would be over. Is it too perfunctory?

"sharp."

The elder Ge stared at the words on the ground in a daze, his eyes glowed brightly, as if a poor man had arrived at a golden mountain, and he muttered to himself: "There are people in the world whose brushwork can really reach such a legendary The realm is really admirable."

"What's so great about this?"

Everyone became even more suspicious. Looking at the word on the ground that never evaporated and disappeared, they felt that it was too ordinary, and there was nothing special about it.

"Touch that word."

Ge Lao said to everyone with a wry smile.

"I touch."

A middle-aged man knelt down and stroked the font, his face turned pale, and he muttered to himself, "How is it possible that the font penetrated into the floor, this floor is hard diamond..."

"what?"

In an instant, everyone was boiling, scrambling to touch the font, and the whole restaurant was filled with boiling noises, and everyone was deeply shocked!