Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 110 Leaving the Soul
"This is Pudong. It's really different from Beijing..."

At the Pukou Railway Station in Pudong, with the help of the dough man Liu's bone-necking and skin-painting skills, Wang Yi and his family's sorcerer son You Baiyun disguised themselves, took their luggage, and boarded the train leaving Beijing with a Japanese merchant group under a forged identity.

I followed the Japanese merchant group all the way from the Beijing-Tianjin Line to the Jinpu Line, which took nearly thirty hours, and finally I followed this Japanese merchant group to rest in Pudong.

This group of Japanese merchants, who were in disguise and set out from the embassy in Beijing, were neither in a hurry nor slow. After getting off at Pukou Railway Station, they were picked up by a special car and headed towards the Japanese area of ​​the International Settlement. It seemed that they had made up their minds to play in Pudong for a while.

Wang Yi was helpless about this. He and You Baiyun bought second-class seats, so they couldn't go to first-class seats to assassinate these people. Moreover, this method should be used as little as possible. Wang Yi didn't think he would succeed every time. He could only wait patiently for the right opportunity. He didn't want them to die too quietly.

Just like what Mr. Lan said, if there are buyers, there will be sellers. It is not up to them to decide whether the deal can be concluded or not, but it is up to the seller. However, the seller must be taught a lesson, letting him know that since he has sold his life, he should not think about buying his life with money in the future, because he will have to settle the account with you sooner or later!

The Japanese business delegation wanted to go to the Japanese area of ​​the International Settlement to have fun, so Wang Yi and You Baiyun had to follow them. However, while others had cars to pick them up and drop them off, they had to take a rickshaw. They used their tricks to make the rickshaw drivers work less hard, and at the same time they slowly appreciated this foreign concession that was different from the capital.

It is different from the Legation Circle in Dongjiaomin Lane in the capital, which is a country within a country. Although there is such an embassy circle there, it is still the head of a country after all. Foreign compradors or embassy staff in the capital dare not act recklessly. The capital, after all, is still the capital of their own people.

But Pudong, since the late Qing Dynasty, was the first commercial port to be opened by the overseas powers with artillery fire and forcibly opened. Batch after batch of powers moved in and established concessions and settlements. Today, there are three major concessions of Britain, France and the United States, occupying most of Shanghai.

The British and American concessions were merged into the International Settlement, and the French Concession became independent. The Chinese living in Pudong were also forced to live a mixed life with Chinese and foreigners. Under the influence of the Western capital atmosphere for nearly a hundred years, Pudong, a foreign land, has long become a place of debauchery and extravagance, where money is everything.

If you have money, guns and are a foreigner, you are the best!

"Tsk... it really is so foul!"

Sitting in the car, You Baiyun looked at the two worlds clearly divided by the concession. Being young and energetic, he couldn't control his emotions and cursed inwardly.

Having lived in Beijing for more than half a year, I feel that Pudong is different from Beijing in terms of prosperity, but the atmosphere here is not as good as that in Beijing.

However, his comments, which were not suppressed, did not attract the attention of passers-by, and even the rickshaw drivers ignored them. They had long been accustomed to the self-righteous comments of these outsiders, and did not even think about chatting with them, but only wanted to bury their heads in work and live their lives.

Having been bored, You Baiyun also looked at Wang Yi in another car. Wang Yi was not as angry as You Baiyun, but he looked at the foreign concessions built by these foreigners and compradors with a bit of nostalgia on his face. He was not nostalgic for this kind of extravagance, but felt that it was rare to have such a modern atmosphere here.

After living in this era for fourteen years, he almost forgot that he has the soul of a modern man inside. The way he speaks has changed a lot, from the original plain language to the occasional neither literary nor plain language now.

Seeing that Wang Yi had no intention of speaking, the young man You Baiyun could only find topics to talk about on his own.

"Master, let me ask, are there any famous people here?"

"What did you say?"

"Who among you is the best fighter?"

"Do the Thirteen Guardians know?"

Before You Baiyun could continue to ask, the local rickshaw driver started to recite a jingle, "The beggar coach, Na San Shao, the rickshaw master, Xiao A Qiao, the blind drunkard, the Black and White Impermanence, the Dragon, Tiger and Leopard, the Thirteen Protectors are invincible!"

As they were talking, the two rickshaw drivers took Wang Yi and You Baiyun to a hotel in the Huangpu District of the International Settlement. The decoration was quite nice. It seemed that the hotel had business cooperation with the leaders of these rickshaw drivers.

The coachman brings the passengers from the train station here, and as long as the guests check in, they will have extra income. If the guests want to ask the coachman for other things or for information, they can also have a second source of income, which is a guaranteed income.

Opposite the hotel where Wang Yi and his friends were staying, there was a larger hotel that was undergoing major renovations. Through the traces of the dismantled signboard, the words "Huizhong Hotel" could be faintly seen.

A dollar was dangling in front of the driver, but it did not go directly into his pocket.

"Master, please give me your orders."

"Let me ask you, who should I look for if I want to find someone here, or buy something that is not available on the market?"

"Generally speaking, we would look for our boss, the driver. Of course, if we want to find someone and buy something at the same time, it would be best to look for Mr. Du from Shanghai, one of the three tycoons of Shanghai. There is nothing he can't do, and even foreigners have to give him face."

The dollar fell into his hands. One dollar was enough to pay for their transportation and there was enough left for information consultation. As for how to divide it, they had their own way.

Wang Yi, who was carrying his luggage and was not in a hurry to determine the destination of the Japanese business group, was about to enter the hotel when he saw You Baiyun's interested look.

"Want to see it?"

"The people in Beijing are everywhere, so we can't do anything. The people in Tianjin would like to do something, but my grandparents said that the martial arts in Tianjin don't teach real skills anymore, and most of them are just pretenders. It's a rare opportunity to rest here, and the Thirteen Protectors are so famous, it would be a shame if we don't take a look." "Don't come back without remembering the way."

"Don't worry, brother. When have you ever heard of a warlock getting lost?"

"No, but I have seen a mad warlock."

Wang Yi teased, and the active sorcerer You Baiyun disappeared quietly. He moved through the crowd and followed the two rickshaw drivers to see the so-called Thirteen Guardians.

As for Wang Yi, after he entered the hotel, paid the bill, and told the number of people and his requirements, a waiter came to pick up his luggage and took Wang Yi to his residence by elevator.

The room was nice, with a view of the river not far away, and all the necessary facilities, except for the lack of high-end items like a refrigerator. But in this climate, it is not very important whether or not to have a refrigerator.

After giving a few instructions to the waiter, Wang put his luggage away, then sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to meditate.

His mind was completely immersed in his own magnetic field, and began to connect with the magnetic field of heaven and earth that enveloped all of them.

Under this connection, Wang Yi, who was in meditation with his eyes closed, also felt his body lighten. As he thought of standing up and opening his eyes, Wang Yi opened his eyes again and found himself crossing the hotel and now in mid-air.

However, there was a lot of traffic below, and the passers-by who were coming and going ignored the king who was in the air at the moment, as if he did not exist at all.

And this was obviously not the first time that Wang Yi had entered into a state of meditation and wandered in the void in this way. Ever since he tried for the first time to transform the technique of reversing the eight directions into a true human magnetic field, his first time entering into a state of meditation was in this way. It was like the Quanzhen school's dual cultivation of sex and life to produce a yang spirit, but it was more secretive. However, he did not have the elders to help him like the Quanzhen Taoists, so he had to figure it out on his own.

This method of entering into a state of meditation and resonating with the heaven and earth, and using this as a way to separate the soul, is known in the cultivation world and would be heard by seniors and fellow practitioners who would gasp in shock.

The human soul is so fragile. If one's soul wanders in this way before completing spiritual practice, it will be completely exposed to the energy of heaven and earth. If one is not careful, one's soul may be shattered and he may become a living dead.

But Wang Yizhen didn't think anything was wrong. Anyway, it was not a big deal for him to travel with his spirit for the first time. He got used to this method over time. Otherwise, no matter how mysterious his human body magnetic field was, he didn't need to test so many methods after developing them? He didn't need to practice his moves? If he wanted to open the book under the eyes of the Ghost Hand King, he had to have a space to open it.

This is the space where Wang Yi opens the book. His spirit and soul travel out, connecting his soul to the magnetic field of heaven and earth, trying various operations. If his soul can do it, his body will naturally be able to do it too.

But now Wang Yi is not here to practice martial arts, but to find someone.

The special car that they had been following brought them to the Japanese section of the British-American International Settlement. However, it would be too conspicuous for You Baiyun and he to follow them rashly, so they found a place to settle down.

As for what I just asked the coachman, finding someone is not the point; buying things is the key.

Because he can do things like finding people by himself.

Wang Yi walked across the floors with his head down, looking at his body in meditation. After making sure that no accidents would occur, he let his soul follow the magnetic field of heaven and earth.

His soul-leaving can be understood as meditation training, but it has a real physical feedback effect. But it is limited to this. If you want to learn from the Quanzhen people to travel with the yang spirit, visit Cangwu in the morning and Beihai in the evening, and pick flowers while returning, it is really impossible. Everyone has their own strengths.

His soul was traveling in the form of a ghost that was invisible to the public, and it was floating towards the Japanese merchant group that he had marked early on with his magnetic field radar.

This method of traveling by mind wandering is very fast. As long as Wang Yi senses another magnetic field marked by his magnetic field radar within the magnetic field of heaven and earth, he will arrive there in an instant.

Through the window, Wang Yi looked at the Japanese business group that had settled in this Japanese-style hotel. They had now requisitioned the hotel's conference room and were talking about something, but the distance was too far and Wang Yi could not hear clearly. They were speaking Japanese, which was a bit difficult to chew. He could only see that these Japanese guys looked excited and their mouths were opening and closing.

"Damn it, I'm going to find some time to practice lip reading when I get back. I'm just watching a silent movie."

It's not that Wang Yi didn't want to go in and listen, but this group of merchants were also protected by good people. Although his soul was traveling silently and changed as fast as the wind, it would inevitably alert the enemy. This was not what he wanted.

After thinking about it and confirming that these guys would probably rest here for several days, Wang Yi stopped monitoring them. His soul turned into a breeze and quickly returned to his body under the guidance of his physical body as an anchor point.

After the meditation ended, Wang Yi stood up and looked at the clock on the wall. Three hours had passed.

"I still can't grasp the sensitivity of my soul and body to time. I need to practice..."

While Wang Yi was evaluating himself, the sorcerer You Baiyun, who had gone to see the excitement of the so-called Thirteen Protectors, also came back under the guidance of the waiter.

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