The dragon is alive

Chapter 69 Wang Qin Missing
Yang Wenlong fainted as soon as he walked out of the building. For four consecutive days, he had the same dream, dreaming that he was incarnate as Jackie Chan soaring across Kyushu.When he was tired and ready to rest, he heard someone calling him, but the sound came from all directions, so he began to search the sky for the source of the sound.I have been looking for it like this for a few days, but I can't find anything. Finally, due to the transition of the flight, I couldn't support it and landed on the ground and fell asleep.

When he woke up from his sleep, he opened his eyes and found that he was lying on a woman's bed, and the bedding on his body had a faint feminine fragrance.Just about to get up, a stuffy chest gushed out of his throat and spit out a mouthful of blood. Fortunately, he vomited beside the bed. Tian Xin and Li Jia, who were in the living room, heard voices in the bedroom and rushed into the room. I saw Yang Wenlong's head fell on the side of the bed, and there was a mass of black blood on the ground.

"Yang Wenlong, what's wrong with you." Tian Xin immediately stepped forward to help Yang Wenlong's body back on the bed, and then tore off a tissue to help Yang Wenlong wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

After the blood was vomited out, Yang Wenlong felt much more comfortable, but his whole body was weak, and he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.Seeing that the clothes on his body were still worn the other day, he hadn't changed them out, but now there was a bad smell.And there is still a lot of dust, because in the building, he was knocked to the ground by Chilong several times.

He looked at Li Jia's red eyes, then at Tian Xin who was covering him with the quilt, and asked, "Didn't you help me change my clothes?"

"No, my dad said that you can't move your body, for fear of hurting your internal organs again."

"Oh, that's good, but, is this bed yours? What if it gets dirty by me?"

Tian Xin smiled: "How do you know it's my bed?"

"Because the quilt smells like you, hehe!"

"You..." Tian Xin suddenly became shy, actually shy in front of her student who was younger than her brother.

Yang Wenlong pretended not to see the red cloud on Tian Xin's cheek, and asked Li Jia, "Are you okay?"

"Well, I'm fine." Li Jia's tears flowed out, and she wiped her tears to answer Yang Wenlong's words, but no matter how much she wiped, the tears were not wiped dry, and continued to flow.

"Hehe! It's fine, why are you crying!"

"Yang Wenlong, you are a big fool." Li Jia suddenly said something inexplicable.

"By the way, I'm very hungry, do you have anything to eat?"

"Do you want to eat? Wait!" Tian Xin immediately took out the phone and called his father, asking the old man to come back to see Yang Wenlong immediately.Hearing the news, the old man couldn't believe it, and rushed home in a hurry.He didn't know whether Yang Wenlong's internal injury was healed or whether it was returning to the light.But it's only been four days, so it's impossible for such a serious internal injury to heal, but he can't come to a conclusion yet, he can only know after seeing it.

While waiting for the old man, Tian Xin called Wang Jing.When the old man returned home, he felt Yang Wenlong's pulse and rubbed his abdomen, and asked him how he felt. Yang Wenlong only said: "There is nothing in my stomach, I am very hungry!"

The old man stood up, walked back and forth in the room, and kept muttering: "How is it possible, how is this possible."

"Dad, what's the matter, you tell me!"

The old man didn't answer Tian Xin's words, but still walked back and forth: "Yang Wenlong, let me ask you, what kind of kung fu did you learn?"

"I"

Before Yang Wenlong could say anything, someone rang the doorbell outside, Tian Xin hurried to open the door, and it turned out that it was Wang Jing and Long San.As soon as the door opened, Wang Jing rushed into Yang Wenlong's room without being polite, "Yang Wenlong, Yang Wenlong, you're finally awake, woo woo woo!"

"Instructor Wang, don't press me down, I'm almost out of breath."

"Ah!" As soon as Wang Jing came in, she saw Yang Wenlong who was staring at her, and immediately threw herself on him, laying her head on his chest and weeping.

Long San was also brought into the room by Tian Xin, once he entered, his eyes never left Yang Wenlong.But after looking at it for a while, I still didn't see anything, Yang Wenlong was just an ordinary person.When he saw the old man walking back and forth, his eyes couldn't help shrinking. This old man is definitely not an ordinary person, but a mid-term entry master who is similar to himself.

Huaxia martial arts are also divided into several levels. Generally speaking, those who have learned the martial arts of various schools with a little success are usually just beginners, like Wang Jing.Then punching to achieve the state of free movement of the fist is called artistic conception.Punching with vigor, being able to punch people without being close to the body can hurt people, and it hurts people's inner palace. This state is called entry.Further up is the innate realm, which can use the mind to control any movement within a few meters of the body as the center, the stronger the strength, the greater the range of control.Each state is divided into three levels: primary, intermediate, and peak.

Chilong had just stepped into the innate realm, which belonged to the primary stage. Because he was too confident, he died of luck.Long San is also an entry-level intermediate master, so he can see the strength of the old man's entry-level intermediate. As for the state higher than the innate state, he is returning to the basics. Whether there is such a person in China, Long San has never seen it.However, he thought that in China's thousands of years of martial arts history, there must be people like this. It's just that these outsiders live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and they will only come out of the world when the country is in danger.

"Yang Wenlong, you haven't answered me yet, what kind of kung fu did you learn?"

"I," Yang Wenlong looked at the people in the room. If he said he had never learned kung fu, no one would believe him. If he said he had learned kung fu, he would not know any moves.

"He learned the golden bell cover iron shirt! Why don't you know?" Wang Jing answered for Yang Wenlong.

"Golden bell cover?" The old man was a little surprised, and Long San was also surprised.This kind of kung fu is like the Seven Injury Boxing, killing one thousand enemies and harming eight hundred, is to sacrifice one's own body to achieve the goal. The higher the level, the greater the pain you have endured.How could someone like Yang Wenlong, who has delicate skin and tender flesh, learn this kind of kung fu?Nowadays, there are very few people who learn this kind of tough kung fu. First, they cannot bear the pain of daily practice. Second, there are too few records of this kind of kung fu. Without the guidance of a master, it is easy to hurt themselves.Self-study will not achieve success, and may even hurt life or go crazy and leave sequelae.

"Well, a monk taught me when I was a child, and I never saw him again, so I learned it by myself." Yang Wenlong simply told this lie more completely.

The old man couldn't find any reason, so he just left a sentence and left: "You guys make some porridge for him, I have to leave beforehand." When passing by Long San, he couldn't help but look at him twice , Long San nodded and smiled to the old man, but the two of them didn't say anything.

Long San didn't speak a word all the time, and after observing for a while, he said goodbye and left, and Tian Xin went to prepare porridge.Yang Wenlong suddenly remembered that Wang Qin was still in the hospital and hadn't seen her for so many days, so he called her because she was worried, but the other party's phone was turned off.

After several calls failed, Yang Wenlong said anxiously to Wang Jing: "Instructor Wang, can I trouble you?"

"what's up?"

"Can you help me go to the hospital to see Wang Qin, I haven't been there for a few days, I'm afraid he's worried, can you go and tell her for me?"

"Hmph! I'm still thinking about your little lover, I can't do it by myself." Wang Jing felt a little jealous.But when she said this, Li Jia who was sitting beside her obviously trembled, but no one noticed it, but Tian Xin looked at him with a smile.

"Don't listen to her nonsense, she's just a fellow of mine, an ordinary friend. Please, Officer Wang, I owe you a favor at most."

"Hey! Forget it, I'll just run errands with you to see your ordinary friends." Wang Jing said the last few words heavily, revealing another layer of meaning in her tone.

When Wang Jing came back from the hospital, Yang Long had already eaten some porridge, recovered his strength, and took a bath.But still not fully recovered, walking is still top-heavy.Tian Xin pushed him to rest on his bed again, saying that he would not leave until he was alive and well.As for the job at the fast food restaurant, Yang Wenlong also called the boss to ask for a vacation, and apologized to the boss repeatedly.

"How is Instructor Wang?"

"Hey! Your little lover quietly left the hospital two days ago, that Cheng Weidong didn't even know where she went."

"But her injury hasn't healed yet?"

"The doctor said that her injury will be fine as long as she doesn't do too much exercise. She just needs to rest for a while." After speaking, Wang Jing kept staring at Yang Wenlong, who was half lying on the bed, to see how he reacted.

Yang Wenlong thought about it for a while, but just said "Oh" and didn't ask anything else.Yang Wenlong didn't know where Wang Qin went missing. She left after the hospital's discharge certificate was processed, which meant that she was not taken away by someone, but left by herself.Although he didn't know why she left, Yang Wenlong didn't want to go find her either.What if I found her?Since saving her, Wang Qin seemed to have another meaning for herself, but her situation did not allow for love, so she simply put the matter aside and let him gradually forget it with the passage of time.

(End of this chapter)