Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 204 Two Flowers Bloom
1929 is a year worth remembering for the United States, thousands of miles away.

This year was the last year of the "Roaring Decades" in the United States in the 20th century and the first year of the decade-long Great Depression.

For Wang Yi, who was seeking capital for the future war of resistance in the United States at this time, this was also the year in which he was about to make his fortune.

Since the beginning of this year, Wang Yi has had some free time, and it seems that the Behemoth Group has forgotten about Wang Yi.

He devoted all his attention to the research of three bone arrows that he brought back from Cairo, Egypt at the end of last year, which could transform ordinary people into extraordinary people. As for Tesla, the great scientist who said that he could help him to further his practice, he had no time to care about himself.

He was busy raising funds from the Behemoth Corporation to rebuild his "Wardenclyffe Tower" in East Egg, Long Island.

This is a huge project, and even with the current industrial development of the United States, it cannot be completed in three or four months.

There are a lot of professional equipment inside and without Tesla to guide the installation, who knows what kind of safety accidents will happen.

The old man is almost seventy years old, and who knows when he will die and go to chat with God. He was thought to be in poverty in his later years, but now, by chance, he has taken advantage of Wang Yi's popularity and received benefits from the Behemoth Foundation.

No matter what the other party is planning, the key for him is to quickly rebuild this project. As long as it is rebuilt, he can use Wang Yi to realize his dream - wireless power transmission technology.

Although no testing has been conducted yet, Tesla knows that Wang Yi can help him complete this project.

As long as he could complete it, Tesla would be able to leave a precious manuscript for future generations, hand over this technology to the times, and let the times complete the unfinished road for him.

At this time, Wang Yi became insignificant.

At least until the big project of Wardenclyffe Tower is completed, Wang Yi can't provide much help to himself.

The Behemoth Foundation was also very confused, especially the board of directors of the Behemoth Foundation.

Their initial idea for Wang Yi, the Chinese alien who came from the Republic of China to cooperate with them, was to hope that he could become the number one double-flowered red stick of the Behemoth Group and help them deal with those rival alien organizations in the United States. It would be best to bring down the old American alien organization, Ant Nest, and bring up their Behemoth Group.

To this end, they risked offending Wang Yi and revealed Wang Yi's information to the Ant Nest, an alien organization.

He is telling the Ant Nest, the alien organization, openly and secretly that this guy was the one who led the two previous sabotage operations against your strongholds.

But up to now, nothing has happened at the Ant Nest. They continue to fight with the Behemoth Group in business and do not take Wang Yi, the Chinese alien, seriously at all.

Wang Yi was quite happy and at ease, as he was now playing two roles.

As Wang Yi, he stayed in the residence arranged for him by the Behemoth Foundation. According to the general outline of human magnetic field practice that Lu Guangda had helped him polish, he began to fill in the outline, trying to perfect the practice of this set of exercises as much as possible.

If he didn't understand something, he would immediately communicate with Lu Guangda in Massachusetts through the Wang family's traditional method of "magic painting" Yin-Yang paper.

Massachusetts is only 300 kilometers away from New York, which is within the communication range of "Shen Tu". Sometimes when Lu Guangda was annoyed by the questions, he would directly mail a set of teaching materials to Wang Yi, and carefully marked them for Wang Yi to read himself.

This is a bit difficult for Wang Yi, a liberal arts student. He can only rely on his talent that God has given him by opening his mouth to feed him.

I was half thinking and half trying blindly, then I wrote down my thoughts on a piece of paper and gave it to Lu Guangda, asking him to translate my thoughts into human language.

For Lu Guangda, who was studying abroad alone, the arrival of Wang Yi enriched his boring student life and made him feel both sad and happy.

It's not that he hadn't thought about finding a few like-minded people, but given the current situation, many students studying abroad don't have a deep understanding of the Nationalist government at home. They just think that their homeland has finally calmed down, the fighting has stopped, and they have begun to seek development.

All they have to do is study hard and return home as soon as possible.

It was not easy for Lu Guangda to burst their fantasy proactively, so he could only let it go. Anyway, they would come back in time and be completely disappointed with the Nationalist government.

As for Lu Guangda himself, he also followed Wang Yi's advice and sent several telegrams to the Lu family, asking them to bring a few people to New York to buy some stocks for investment. After all, the stock market crash has not yet arrived, and this opportunity to make a fortune will be gone if missed.

Later, Wang Yi had plenty of ways to make the Lu family earn a fortune in this stock market crash, and his John Wick alias was used for this purpose.

Wang Yi himself also went to San Francisco in his spare time to meet with Li Tianran and Duanmu Ying. While having fun, he also guided Li Tianran in his practice of Jindun Liuguang.

Duanmu Ying is easier to deal with. This girl is very independent. She came to the United States to study medicine, and she has someone to take care of her in San Francisco, so there is nothing to worry about.

On the contrary, Li Tianran was more troublesome. Wang Yi helped him get rid of the worry in his heart and let him personally behead the enemies who killed his master, Nemoto Ichiro and Zhu Qianlong.

But this also made him lose his goal prematurely. Although he had two masters, when faced with the colorful world of the United States, he was still not as immune as Wang Yi and was a little dazzled.

The only thing to be thankful for is that he was not involved in drugs.

He still remembered why his master's family died: it was because they did not sell their estate to the Japanese to grow poppies.

But the city is full of tricks. This kid is so alert that he must have been tricked. It is better to guide than to block. Wang Yi has to take on the role of an elder brother and help Li Tianran face this problem. He takes him to see the bloody history of Chinese workers behind the American industrial civilization.

Especially regarding the railway project that runs through the east and west of the United States, for Wang Yi, these secrets do not need to go through the Behemoth Group, he can get them with the help of the Continental Hotel.

After following the whole process, the effect is immediate.

At least it made Li Tianran realize the fact that if he didn't have Hendler, an American father who treated him as his own son and helped him protect him and manage his relationships.

With his skin color, how could he live so freely in school?

At night in San Francisco, Li Tianran, who had been immersed in the bright lights and revelry of America's "roaring decade", seemed to have sobered up. Standing on the rooftop and looking at this industrially developed country, he suddenly felt a little bored.

"Brother, is the gap between countries so big?"

Li Tianran pointed to the other side of San Francisco and continued speaking.

"I heard from Hendler's father that a bridge will be built here soon, a cross-sea bridge, connecting San Francisco with the Golden Gate Strait on the other side, a six-lane steel bridge..."

Wang Yi, who was standing with his hands behind his back in the night breeze, smiled when he heard Li Tianran's words. This boy is quite smart. He turned his head, looked at Li Tianran and asked with a smile.

"Why, do you think our family can't handle such a big project?"

"I asked Hendler's father, and he didn't think we could do it, or that by the time we could do it, America would be a different world."

"Maybe he's right, but it's natural, do you believe it?"

"What to believe?"

Wang Yi pointed to the brightly lit city of San Francisco and the Golden Gate Strait on the opposite bank.

"I believe that within a hundred years, our homes will be full of cities like San Francisco. Large ships carrying Chinese goods will leave the port and go to all parts of the world. Railways will extend in all directions. Chinese people will no longer smoke opium, and will not smoke opium. Children will be able to attend government-funded schools for free. At that time, we will no longer need to travel across the ocean to come here to speak English, French or other languages. Instead, these foreigners will go to our place to learn Chinese, and when they return, they will tell their friends that China is a beautiful place."

Li Tianran was shocked by the scene described by Wang Yi. He opened his mouth wide, not knowing what to say.

Because to him, Wang Yi was not describing a dream, but telling about the inevitable future.

"You're okay. At least you listened to what I said to you when we parted. Letting you take revenge not only helped you but also harmed you. You no longer have a goal. In that case, I'll give you a goal now. You and I are both practitioners, and we have plenty of time waiting for us. So practice hard and see if the future I told you about is true. Okay, I've said everything I need to say. I won't chat with you anymore. Let's go." As he spoke, Wang Yi turned into golden light in front of Li Tianran, leaving only a trace of light in front of Li Tianran's eyes before disappearing into the night.

Only Li Tianran was left standing on the roof, looking at the direction where Wang disappeared in a golden light, muttering to himself.

"Brother, you didn't teach me how to transform your hands into flowing light..."

Looking at the golden escape talisman that he took out from his arms and held in his hand, Li Tianran shook his head and put it back into his arms. Then he started to practice his original Yanzi Sect master's skills - Riding the Wind Return.

With arms outstretched, he leaped down from the roof like a swallow and disappeared into the darkness.

He indulged in the decadent atmosphere of America because he lost his life goal due to revenge at an early age. Even though he knew it was not good, the young man could not stand loneliness.

Now Wang Yi has given him another goal. Although this goal seems out of reach, he also wants to see it. Since he wants to see it, then this life of decadence and debauchery will come to an end from today.

The dust on his mind was wiped away, and the unique skills inherited from his master, which he had patched up with the help of the Golden Escape Flowing Light, naturally improved.

I began to enter the second realm of returning with the wind: walking on the waves.
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Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

While Wang Yi, who was thousands of miles away, was busy summarizing the human magnetic field system of his own practice, he had to act as a close brother to answer Li Tianran's questions, and he also had to guest-star as John Wick and use mainland hotels to make full preparations for making huge money from the upcoming stock market crash.

Thousands of miles away at the Tianshi Temple in Mount Longhu, a group of disciples and fellow disciples of Zhang Jingqing were standing and kneeling in front of the closed door of the hall, their faces filled with panic.

It's not that Zhang Jingqing, the contemporary Heavenly Master, had problems with his practice or suffered physical problems, but it's because his own master locked up Zhang Zhiwei, the future of Mount Longhu, in his cultivation and confined him in the back mountain.

This punishment was quite severe for Zhang Zhiwei, and Zhang Jingqing personally went down the mountain years ago and brought Zhang Zhiwei back to the border of western Jiangxi, hundreds of miles away from Longhu Mountain.

In front of all the disciples, Zhang Zhiwei, who offered no resistance at all, was sealed from cultivation and thrown into solitary confinement in the back mountain.

"Brother, I know you are angry about what Zhiwei did, but the punishment has been given and the new year has passed. It's time to let Zhiwei out."

"Master, Senior Brother has gone down the mountain without permission many times before, and you always turned a blind eye. Senior Brother may have made a big mistake this time, but you shouldn't have sealed his cultivation and let him suffer in the back mountain!"

Inside the hall with the door tightly closed, contemporary Heavenly Master Zhang Jingqing listened to his disciples and fellow disciples outside the door pleading for mercy for his troublesome eldest disciple, and he felt anxious and annoyed.

"Is it to suffer in the back mountain after my cultivation is sealed? If I go any later, this evil creature might not even want to return to Longhu Mountain, and will bring disaster to Longhu Mountain! Has he thrown the teachings of the 42nd generation Heavenly Master behind his back?!"

Zhang Jingqing really wanted to explain everything to his fellow disciples who had pleaded for Zhang Zhiwei, but he knew that if he really told them, he would be putting Zhang Zhiwei on the spot.

And why was Zhang Jingqing so angry that he even went down the mountain himself to capture Zhang Zhiwei and bring him back to Longhu Mountain, and even sealed his cultivation in public?

The reason is very simple, because Longhu Mountain is in Jiangxi, but Longhu Mountain is not the only famous mountain in Jiangxi.

In a cave in the back mountain of Tianshi Mansion, Zhang Zhiwei, wearing a tattered Taoist robe and with a stubbled face, was meditating with his eyes closed on a stone bed covered with hay.

Above Zhang Zhiwei's head, a tungsten filament bulb without any wires was hanging, which was really out of place in this cave that looked like a place where primitive people lived.

At this moment, Zhang Zhiwei, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly moved his ears and spoke.

"Huaiyi, your hiding skills are not up to par."

The figure moving in the cave was none other than Zhang Huaiyi, who was given the surname Zhang by Zhang Jingqing and taught half of the Thunder Method, and was also one of the successors of the Heavenly Master.

"Brother, it doesn't seem right for you to say this. How many people in the world can hide things from you?"

"Stop talking nonsense and bring me something delicious."

As soon as Zhang Huaiyi came in, Zhang Zhiwei also switched from the posture of a master meditating with eyes closed back to the style of Longhu Mountain with his mouth wide open, without any sense of desolation of having his cultivation sealed.

Watching Zhang Huaiyi take out the vegetarian dishes and meat wrapped in oil paper from his arms, Zhang Zhiwei sat on the ground and ate with relish, regardless of the dirt on his hands.

This made Zhang Huaiyi, who came in with food, look embarrassed.

"Brother, the uncle and fellow apprentices in the main hall have gone to plead for you. It's time for you to admit your mistake to the master."

"Huai Yi, I think Master should pass the position of Heavenly Master to you, because you know how to do ideological work for me. But I am being punished here to admit my mistakes to Master."

"Brother, you know that's not what I'm talking about..."

“I was practicing!”

"But you said, brother, that cultivation is cultivation, why do we have to get involved in this mundane world?"

Zhang Zhiwei, who was gnawing on a chicken leg, paused, then looked at Zhang Huaiyi's inquiring eyes and said, "Since you said that cultivation is cultivation, then isn't it cultivation in the secular world? You just said that with my cultivation, there are only a few people in the world who can hide things from me. To be honest, if he hadn't lied to me, I wouldn't have known that cultivation could be done this way."

"But brother, this world peace is just the imagination of saints and sages, not the general trend of the world. Why do you want to wade into this muddy water?"

"Huai Yi, you also know that the world is still in a mess. We have been in this mess for long enough. It is time to wake up. As for the world's great peace, how do you know that it is just a fantasy? Do you see the light bulb above my head?"

Zhang Huaiyi looked up, looked at the tungsten filament bulb hanging by a rope, and nodded.

"Master has taught you half of the Thunder Technique. Try to light up this light bulb."

"Brother, are you kidding me? Yang Wu Lei is born from the five qi of the human body. How can it be used for this?"

"Who said no?"

One could see tiny streams of electric current escaping from Zhang Zhiwei's body and flowing toward the tungsten filament bulb hanging above his head without being connected to any wires.

Then, the bright yellow light illuminated the dim cave.

Zhang Huaiyi was stunned by Zhang Zhiwei's detailed operation, and Zhang Zhiwei also liked Zhang Huaiyi's expression very much.

"When I was a teacher in the mountains, those kids looked at me the same way. Huaiyi, do you know the way those kids looked at the lights?"

Zhang Huaiyi shook his head, while Zhang Zhiwei laughed and waved at Zhang Huaiyi, signaling him not to stay in the cave.

Halfway through the walk, Zhang Huaiyi suddenly reacted and turned back abruptly.

"Brother, your cultivation has not been sealed?"

"You blocked it but you still don't allow me to unlock it?"

Zhang Huaiyi was stunned, but Zhang Zhiwei was still sitting there with a contented expression, looking at the light that he had lit with his thunder magic, smiling slightly, and closing his eyes to meditate.

(End of this chapter)