Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 342 A Big River

In the end of January in the 26th year of the Republic of China, at the Zhao Family Courtyard in Jinyang City.

As the eldest son and grandson of Mr. Zhao of the Zhao family and the future director of Nadutong, Zhao Fangxu never thought that on his 100th birthday as a child, two top masters in the world of extraordinary people, one king, would come to attend his 100th birthday and touch him all over and even touch his bones.

Zhao Fangxu is the only one in the world who has the blessing of having two top masters serving him.

Boss Zhao was indeed surprised that Wang Yi came to the appointment and brought Zhang Zhiwei with him. He also knew Zhang Zhiwei's previous reputation as the Little Taoist Priest of Longhu Mountain, not to mention that he had made several trips to the northwest under the pretext of doing business, and Zhang Zhiwei was one of the people he had contacted.

However, at that time, Boss Zhao did not associate Zhang Zhiwei, who was wearing a military uniform and had a flat head and small eyes, with the title of Little Heavenly Master of the Heavenly Master Mansion in Longhu Mountain. There are many people with the same name and surname these days. If Wang Yi had not been there, Boss Zhao would not have dared to think of this.

Of course, he was even more surprised that even the future Heavenly Master recognized by the alien circle chose to stand on that side, so he would have to pay attention to this aspect next.

Boss Zhao will not tell these secrets to anyone else, including his son.

He was just very polite and treated Wang Yi, Zhang Zhiwei and others who came to the appointment with great courtesy. Zhao Fangxu's 100th birthday was a perfect day. Both the host and the guests were happy. The people of Jinyang City were also praying for Boss Zhao's great grandson.

However, Wang Yi, Zhang Zhiwei and others were retained by Boss Zhao.

The next day, Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei got up early and strolled in the courtyard of the Zhao Mansion. They also talked about the fat boy Zhao Fangxu who had touched their bones yesterday.

"How's the baby's bones, Lao Zhang?"

"Don't you already know everything? Why do you still want to ask me more?"

"Tell me about it."

"If your meridians are blocked, you can study and practice martial arts to strengthen your body, but if you want to embark on the path of cultivation, I'm afraid it will be twice the result with half the effort. But in your expectation, this kid doesn't have to embark on the path of cultivation."

"That being said, this kid will be in a position and in charge of things in the future. Although no one dares to touch him, it's good to have a hand to rely on."

“That’s difficult. If we exclude those born with it, people like you and me make up the majority. But among the millions of ordinary people, you are just a drop of water in the ocean, very few. It’s not easy to obtain Qi and start practicing. It’s even more difficult to find a way out of it. Even if you two take him by our side and teach him carefully, he still can’t learn the Golden Light Mantra, my other way of finding it, or your Wang Pai Reversal and the human body’s magnetic field.

Theoretically, everyone can obtain Qi, but most people spend their entire lives only to obtain Qi. It is unwise to abandon their family and career for the sake of obtaining Qi and achieve nothing. This kid is like this. According to the saying in the circle, he is useless. No matter how he practices, it is useless. "

"Yes, abandoned sect, a strange yet familiar word. Lao Zhang, let me ask you, if the two of you and I use our true Qi to comb his body, nourish his meridians, and help him break through the barriers and obtain Qi like ordinary practitioners, what will happen?"

"We can help him practice, can we also help him break through? He has to pass the levels after practice by himself, but his aptitude is there, it's difficult even if he wants to."

"I understand this. For ordinary people, obtaining Qi is a hurdle. After obtaining Qi, time is also a chasm in front of them. If we don't teach him Golden Light, your new path, my King School Reversal and the human body magnetic field, but help him build a foundation to obtain Qi, learn the easiest method to get started, the simplest move, and the highest intensity training, will it have a different effect?"

Wang Yi's words also made Zhang Zhiwei stop. Zhang Zhiwei was a genius in spiritual practice. He could understand everything Wang Yi said. So he understood that what Wang Yi said was a method of spiritual practice that had never been seen before in the current or even previous circles of extraordinary people.

After all, all the schools and sects that have been passed down to the present day have their own thresholds and hidden tricks. When the schools compete with each other, they first compare their foundations, then their tricks, and finally their character.

Moreover, no matter which school or sect, one must practice in the hottest days of summer and the coldest days of winter. Except for a very few geniuses whose practice time is inversely proportional to the practice time, most of them are positively correlated. The longer the practice time, the more advanced the skills.

They will not stick to a method with a very low entry threshold and extremely easy practice, because that would be an understatement. There are many more subtle and useful methods waiting for them to practice.

But on the other hand, this might be the most suitable path of practice for most ordinary people who are defined as useless.

As for the time it takes to obtain Qi, for ordinary practitioners it is probably one week to three months after the foundation is built. After this time, it is basically judged that practice is hopeless and the effort is in vain.

Laying the foundation is not difficult, and everyone can do it, but when it comes to obtaining Qi, it may take ordinary people ten years to feel it.

Take the current kid Zhao Fangxu as an example. If he started to build the foundation in childhood, he would have to be around twenty-one or twenty-two years old to be able to feel the Qi. If he is entangled with trivial matters after that, it would be hard to say.

But what if Wang Yi and I shortened this process, and let him build a foundation and obtain Qi at the age of seven or eight, just like Wang Yi and I, and then spend the rest of his time practicing a move with the lowest difficulty and the highest intensity? What would the effect be? With Zhang Zhiwei's understanding of cultivation, he really couldn't say for sure.

"Old Wang, you've really aroused my interest now, but this is the simplest and easiest method to practice..."

"Splitting the air palm, everyone can do it."

As Wang Yi said this, Zhang Zhiwei subconsciously threw out a palm strike. Suddenly, a strong wind blew in the yard, sand and rocks flew everywhere, and the walls began to crack. The servants who were coming and going in the Zhao Mansion to clean up after the 100th birthday looked at Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei as if they were two living gods.

Looking at the palm strike he had casually thrown out, Zhang Zhiwei seemed to be thinking about something.

"I am now looking forward to the future of this doll."

"Then why not wait for the best day? Let's go talk to Boss Zhao now and ask him to give this baby a good treatment."

"Let's go."

Boss Zhao was naturally overjoyed at the idea of ​​the two masters, Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei, to regulate his grandson's body and lay a good foundation for him to gain Qi.

After all, in Boss Zhao's view, this is equivalent to his grandson becoming a half-disciple of the two great masters, who can teach him skills and regulate his body. Even if the family encounters misfortune in the future, with such a favor and means of self-protection, the bloodline will not be cut off.

Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei stayed in the Zhao Mansion for three days, taking turns to comb the meridians of the fat boy Zhao Fangxu. It was quite exhausting for Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei.

After all, the baby is only a hundred days old and his body is delicate and tender. Any slight mistake will cause lifelong problems.

Moreover, it is not an easy task to transform an ordinary person who is defined as a useless person into one who can obtain Qi as well as cultivators. The more so, the more Wang Yi understands how incredible it is for the Divine Machine Bailian Peishuangquan to create a self-cultivation furnace that can transform ordinary people into extraordinary people.

No wonder companies have to take strong measures, because they have to consider the thoughts and interests of the majority.

After Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei had finally adjusted Zhao Fangxu's meridians, Zhang Zhiwei wrote down a prescription and instructed Boss Zhao to give Zhao Fangxu a medicinal bath according to the ingredients in the prescription for the next ten years. Wang Yi left behind a method of practicing the Great Seal of Breaking the Sky, which he had been thinking about for the past three days and had changed its name.

He also told Boss Zhao that when Zhao Fangxu got the Qi, he would let him practice according to this method, and told him that this was a method created by two top masters of the time, and it was no worse than those of the high-ranking sects. If you can't learn it, it's just that you don't practice it seriously enough, don't work hard enough, and practice more. Boss Zhao was naturally grateful, and led his son and daughter-in-law to kneel down to Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei, but was stopped by the two.

Zhao Fangxu's matter came to an end. Under the pretext of celebrating the 100th birthday of Boss Zhao's great grandson, the escort along the way passed without incident, and no one paid attention to the gift-giving team led by Wang Yi. Wang Yi was finally relieved.

"I'll have to trouble you for the second half of the journey. Please make sure you deliver it safely to Mr. Master."

"I understand without you having to tell me. You just don't want to go with me. As the person in charge of the company, it's understandable that you go to inspect the Northwest Branch. Now that you're here, why don't you go and take a look? The teacher also wants to see you, his student."

At the train station, Wang Yi looked at the people who were escorted up and said goodbye to Zhang Zhiwei. Zhang Zhiwei was also saying something that moved Wang Yi deeply.

"No, you and I both know that now is not a good time to meet with Mr., otherwise if many things go off the track, you and I can't bear it. Let it go with the flow. We will meet again in the future. I also want to talk to Mr. about the future. Oh, by the way, this is for you."

Wang Yi shook his head, took out a few pieces of paper covered with words from his pocket and handed them to Zhang Zhiwei.

Zhang Zhiwei also spread it out and took a look, only to find that there was no information on it. It looked like a poem, but not like a poem.

"'Mudanjiang'? 'A Great River'? What is this?"

"Ge, since we still have to hold a grievance meeting, the most important thing is to arouse the resonance of the soldiers of the Northeast Army and the 17th Route Army. It's hard to say about the 17th Route Army, but for the Northeast Army, people feel worthless when they leave their hometown and have no home to return to, which is a resonance. You three boys, stop pestering Mr. Zhou and show Lao Zhang your skills."

By the car window, three boys who were thinking about seeing their father started singing as soon as they heard Wang's call.

'The Mudan River has several bends

Don't get on board, little fish. We don't want them.

Catch the moon and cast a net to catch the starlight
Give grandpa a bowl of hometown wine

Mudanjiang has several bends
Don't come ashore, little shrimps. We don't have time to pack them.

Catch the moon and cast a net to catch the starlight
Make a bowl of soup for grandma and drink it from home~'

The catchy melody of the children's singing attracted the attention of all the passengers in the car. They wanted to ask what they were singing. The three little boys all shook their heads and looked as if they knew nothing.

Listening to the end of the children's chorus, Wang Yi also looked at Zhang Zhiwei.

"how?"

"It sounds weird. It's not like the lascivious songs sung by the dancers on Shanghai Beach, nor is it as heroic and passionate as the March of the Volunteers. But it's catchy and lingering. It's weird. You can sing this? Then at least mark the score for me. What's going on here? And it's Mudanjiang? The soldiers of the Northeast Army didn't just make a living by the Mudanjiang River."

"I am just copying others' ideas. How can I write music? As for Mudanjiang, it can be Mudanjiang, or any river outside my village. There is another song. I have taught these three boys how to sing it. I came in a hurry, so this is the only way for now. When you are settled, I will invite a few music masters to come over and see how to write the music. Whether it should be adapted to local conditions or equipped with some instruments, I will send it to you."

"You're so thoughtful, so be it. I really want to see how powerful these two songs will be."

"I can't claim to be powerful, but it should make it easier to carry out the work. Well, it's getting late, get in the car, and take care."

"Take care of yourself."

The train whistled and slowly drove out of the station, spewing thick smoke. Wang Yi stood on the platform and watched Zhang Zhiwei and his group go away until they could no longer see them.

Only then did he turn around and ask others to buy train tickets back to Beijing.

As for these two songs, they were indeed selected by Wang Yi based on his own study of various cultural works of later generations, targeting the soldiers of the Northeast Army and the 17th Route Army who had joined the current base.

When I was in the capital, Zhang Zhiwei's words enlightened me.

When I came to this era, in addition to my natural talent for cultivation, the most important thing was the things in my mind that reflected the cultural explosion of later generations.

In today's era, these things can basically be regarded as a dimensionality reduction attack.

What I need to do is not only to set up a company, but also to try my best to obtain foreign exchange and resources for the new home before and after it is established, so that the new home will not be built with nothing and unable to do anything.

But this is only one of the reasons. The other is to help Mr. Lu with propaganda. Mr. Lu himself said that if you don't occupy the high ground of cultural and public opinion, the enemy will occupy it.

The original time and space suffered a great loss in this regard, but you have no way to do anything about it.

We were too backward, with a lot of work to do, money was needed for everything, and we didn't understand anything. For a while, everything the foreigners said was right.

But you can't blame the martyrs of that era. In terms of hard power and soft power, you have to make yourself hard first before you have the breathing space to develop your soft power.

If I could help the gentleman with the propaganda work, he wouldn't be messed up by those literati of the old times.

These two songs can be regarded as an attempt by Wang Yi to see how he can adapt what he has seen and learned in later generations to the current era and compete with the literati of the old era and those Western guys on the high ground of cultural public opinion.

Just like the second poem "A Great River" he gave to Zhang Zhiwei.

In fact, it should not be called this name. It should be called "My Motherland", but the current situation is turbulent, the country is no longer a country, and the family is no longer a family. Changing it to "A Great River" will actually arouse better resonance.

Thinking about these random things, Wang Yi paced around the station with his hands behind his back and hummed softly.

'A big river, wide waves, wind blowing, rice flowers fragrant on both sides~'

(End of this chapter)