Abandoned Master's Cultivation

Jiang Wuchen smiled indifferently and stared at Miss Feng with hot eyes. "It's always bad to belittle others, because maybe one day, you still need to flatter dangsi. Maybe... It will become your last straw, and you still need to hold on to him."

"Cut." Miss Feng disagreed. "For me, this possibility is zero."

"If I hadn't given you a glass of water just now, you would have abdominal pain until now, and you might not be able to speak." Jiang Wuchen said.

Miss Feng was stunned and then nodded. It's true. Every time relatives come, she will feel pain for at least three days. She began to feel different about the little hanging wire in front of her.

Ordinary people who saw her and knew her identity all competed to flatter her and please her as much as possible, but this guy looked more arrogant than her.

"Thirsty." Jiang Wuchen said faintly.

Miss Feng immediately looked at Matsushima Jixiang, who was standing there frying and roasting steak. "Go, pour two cups of black tea and bring me Kangdi red wine that I have here."

"Yes." Matsushima Jixiang bowed her head and served the guests on the second floor, which was different from the first floor. There were not so many waiters here, only she was a chef.

Therefore, it is to strive for the most right free dialogue space for customers.

"Do you really know this woman?" Miss Feng has some gossip.

Jiang Wuchen nodded, "I've had contact."

Contact? This word is not used casually. Miss Feng is good at capturing different languages and said, "what kind of contact? Close distance? Zero distance?"

"Negative distance!" Jiang Wuchen said without surprise.

Miss Feng choked on her saliva and stared at Jiang Wuchen in disgust and surprise.

"Don't believe it?"

"The first time we met, you told me to have negative distance contact with other women? This negative distance... How to explain?"

"Give free play to your imagination." Jiang Wuchen joked.

For different women, there are different contact methods. A smart and coquettish type like Miss Feng can never let her guess what she thinks in her heart.

But such a woman is very curious.

"She's from Dongyi. You're many years away. She's thirty. How old are you?"

"Age doesn't matter," said Jiang Wuchen.

At this time, Matsushima Jixiang ran. With the running, the chest of self-cultivation clothes fluctuated up and down. Jiang Wuchen looked at it and repeated, "age really doesn't matter."

"Shameless." Miss Feng was a little crazy. Unexpectedly, this guy stared at other people's chest openly. Even if he looked at it, his eyes stayed on her chest for a few seconds when he turned to look at her.

This is a comparison between her and Matsushima Jixiang. The key is that from this comparison, she lost.

"Of course, sometimes big is not necessarily good, but also depends on the house type, comfort and so on."

"Er?" Miss Feng quickly took a sip of black tea. "I don't want to talk to you. It hinders my appetite and drinks a bar."

Women are usually duplicative and say they don't want to talk to Jiang Wuchen. In fact, it's interesting to chat with Jiang Wuchen. They come and go straight without affectation.

She is willing to take Kangdi from the 1990s to Jiang Wuchen, which shows that she doesn't hate him.

In fact, it is. Although she has been teased, Miss Feng feels very fresh. No one dared to talk to him like this before. She has a sense of hooliganism.

Gradually roast the steak, cut Matsushima Jixiang into small pieces of uniform size and put them in front of the two.

Miss Feng was really hungry. She ate up a small dish continuously and stared at Jiang Wuchen's share.

Jiang Wuchen shook the red wine in the glass gracefully, "want to eat?"

Miss Feng nodded.

Jiang Wuchen picked up a piece of bread and threw it to her.

"You..."

"It's not good to eat too much meat, especially red meat, which is easy to get cancer." Jiang Wuchen said and chewed.

Miss Feng shook her head reluctantly. She had a hunch that if she cooperated with Jiang Wuchen, the process would be very smooth, but the premise was that she must be the one who wanted to make concessions, otherwise the cooperation would be difficult.

"Who did you learn the pill technology from?"

"Talent, self creation."

"Shameless."

"All right."

"I saw the Yellow Yang pill you refined and asked someone to analyze it..."

Jiang Wuchen smiled indifferently, "if so, it can only show your ignorance. In terms of modernization, refining pills is a process of sublimation and integration of physics and chemistry. Moreover, there are many invisible things in it. Can analysis... Have results? If everything can be explained by science, the end of science will no longer be theology."

"The analysis I'm talking about is looking for your peers to analyze, such as the rice family..." Miss Feng said, "the eldest elder of the rice family, MI Tuo. However, his strength is weak and he didn't find anything."

If these words are heard by the MI family, they may be more crazy.

But they are really loose in Miss Feng's eyes.

"I like your refined pill very much. I might as well tell you that in places like Chongyang Island, I have four in China!" Miss Feng smiled proudly, which was her capital to show off.

I thought Jiang Wuchen would show surprise or admiration, but Jiang Wuchen didn't respond at all.

This made Miss Feng punch in the pile of cotton, "you make a price and I'll buy it out."

"Do you need money?" Jiang Wuchen asked.

Miss Feng was stunned, then shook her head, "it's not bad for money. However, no one will dislike his money. I bought it out not for money, but for control."

"What did you buy out? It's just a yellow Yang pill?"

"Er, no, all the pills you refined."

"You can't afford it," Jiang Wuchen said with a smile.

"Ha ha." Miss Feng smiled faintly and stretched out a finger, "here are 10 billion dollars!"

Matsushima Jixiang's legs were soft and almost didn't sit down. Ten billion dollars? Are they kidding? No.

Jiang Wuchen shook his head and said, "you should know about martial arts cultivation. The people who need pills most are not ordinary martial artists, so the price of pills in their hands is millions.

What we need most is a master. Once we enter the realm of a master, the martial arts cultivation is very simple and can be reached in the early and middle stages. Once some people are promoted, it is the middle stage of a master.

But... Many people's lifelong cultivation is limited to this. "

Miss Feng thought for a moment and looked at Jiang Wuchen meaningfully. "You are really not an ordinary person. You can see through this."

"Masters need acupoints! Many people know that there are 361 acupoints in the human body. To enter the later stage of masters, you need to open at least 300 acupoints, but... Among masters, 12% can do this.

It's all because of the impatience of cultivation. Acupoint opening needs to be done step by step. Once it's missed, it's very difficult to recover. For a person who has been troubled by the guru for decades, if my pill can help him improve and ask a price of 100 million, will they agree? "Jiang Wuchen smiled calmly.