Atlas of Heaven and Man

After returning to the Wu Yi Academy, Chen Chuan planned to rest for a few days. He didn't intend to live in the house just yet, as everything was very convenient here at Wu Yi.

Especially Hong Fu's sparring sessions, which couldn't be found anywhere else. Only at Wu Yi could you purchase this kind of service. Once you left Wu Yi, you wouldn't be able to enjoy it anymore, unless you were a teacher at the academy.

So he was wondering if he should get a teaching position at the academy after he finished his studies. It seemed difficult at the moment, but there was no rush. He could think about it later.

After relaxing for a while and getting a good night's sleep, he woke up the next day and found that the memories his parents had left him in this life had once again surfaced in his dreams.

He recalled that in the memory, his perspective was practicing boxing, and the boxing technique was very familiar. It was the Zheng Sanshou he often used.

But it felt different when he practiced it. It was soft yet firm, with smooth transitions, and the explosive parts were still powerful. It was obvious that he had reached a certain level.

This should be his mother in this life practicing boxing, but judging from the strength of her moves, it was about the performance of the Second Limit.

These memories didn't seem to be in chronological order, but rather jumping around. This one seemed to be before he met that woman. At this time, his mother in this life looked only eighteen or nineteen years old.

Normally, students graduating from Wu Yi Academy, if they were Class A students, the upper-middle level was about this Limit. Even those recommended students rarely had exceptions.

But he had a strange feeling, as if this memory was specially left for him to see, as if it was… teaching him boxing?

Although his own Limit had already exceeded this level, he had to admit that this set of boxing still inspired him, especially the indomitable fighting spirit and yearning for infinity contained in each move, which was very worth savoring.

The woman had been watching from a distance when he was practicing boxing just now, but he felt fine just now. After approaching, he found that the woman was particularly tall and had to look up to talk to her.

According to the comparison of objects in the memory, this woman was at least over two meters two, or even taller, but her body proportions were very good, so she didn't feel abnormal from a distance.

And after getting closer, he could clearly see a strong force in the other party's limbs, and the abundant vitality was undisguisedly transmitted.

He thought about it, this should be his mother's teacher in this life. It seemed that the relationship between the teacher and student was good.

In his opinion, his mother in this life had already practiced this set of boxing very well, but this teacher didn't seem satisfied and immediately pointed out a few key points on the connection of the boxing techniques and some force exertion.

Chen Chuan listened and compared it with what he had just practiced, thoughtfully.

From his point of view, these small details were actually dispensable. You could pay attention to them, or you could ignore them. After all, in a real fight, you could only use a few moves, and you only needed to practice a few moves to the key points.

However, these pointers were not to improve combat power, but to make the force exertion more comfortable and coherent. He could taste a feeling from it, that is, to leave no "gaps."

The so-called "gap" is actually something that is difficult to describe in words, that is, to make the fighter's force exertion and moves flow smoothly, so that there are no loopholes in himself.

In fact, there is no absolute perfection, so this is just an explanation to oneself, a kind of sincerity to oneself.

This should be a fighting philosophy, and it needs to be practiced for a long time. I am afraid that it will take a very long time to produce results, or it may be useless for a lifetime.

He realized that this might be a certain fighting genre, and it was teaching real things.

However, these contents do not involve core skills, so even if they are spread out, it doesn't matter. If they are learned, the genre itself will be more welcome, because their own philosophy has spread out.

"Interesting."

Chen Chuan felt that these were also somewhat enlightening to himself. He vaguely realized that a true fighter, apart from his strength, seemed to have his own philosophy in this regard.

This may be a kind of persistence, or perhaps a necessity to resist certain existences?

And apart from this, this belief may be useless in the early stage, but when practiced to a deeper level, it may produce unique skills that are consistent with the belief?

At this point, this memory ended.

After the memory ended, he stood up, washed up, and then searched for a location on the Realm Badge, and quickly found it.

This was the address that Lu Ke had left with Nian Fuli before. After the holiday ended and he returned to the academy, he didn't have time to go there because of a series of things. Now he could go there and take a look.

And he didn't know how Yu Laoshi's implant repair was going. If there was anything he needed, he was confident that he could help.

After changing into casual clothes, he went downstairs, drove the Gad car out of the Wu Yi Academy, and followed the address displayed on the Realm Badge.

This place was located on the edge of Hongsheng District, near an oil refinery. He drove for more than half an hour to get here, and finally found the "Flask Bar" mentioned in the address on a wide street. The sign was very distinctive, it was a huge glass bottle that kept dripping wine or oil.

In the Realm Badge's view, the liquid splashed colorful rays of light under his feet, like raindrops falling in the neon lights on a rainy night, and flowed around the front of the bar to form a ring of fire.

He walked down from above, stepped over the flame ring, and when he pushed the door open, the flame ring behind him also boomed, which felt great.

When he got inside, he looked around and saw that the interior decoration seemed to be a mixture of various styles. The upper part was exposed pipes, wrapped with metal coils, the surrounding brick walls were full of colorful graffiti, and under his feet were long light strips, with bursts of light flowing and flashing from time to time.

The space here was not small, enough to accommodate hundreds of people. Even during the day, there were three or five tables of guests sitting here.

He looked at it with the Realm Badge. Most of them had temporary residence permits, or simply had no identification, and they were wearing a lot of cheap and second-hand implants, but none of them had a wanted crime on their backs. It seemed that the owner of this bar was very powerful, and also more disciplined.

Those guests were originally chatting and bragging unscrupulously, but when they saw him walking in, they all unconsciously lowered their voices.

Although Chen Chuan restrained his field and changed into casual clothes, his height and the rhythm of his walking made it clear that he was a fighter, which was very deterrent.

He walked directly to the bar. The bartender was a strong man in his fifties. This man's expression was very natural. He asked, "What would you like to drink, sir?"

Chen Chuan didn't drink, but he still pushed a bill over, ordered a drink casually, and asked, "I'm looking for a 'Mr. Kangaroo'. A friend left me an address, saying that I can find him here, and let him lead the way."

The bartender looked at him and showed a hearty smile, "Are you Mr. Chen?"

Chen Chuan said, "Yes, it's me."

The bartender laughed and said, "I knew it was you at first glance. Little Lu told me that a handsome young man might come over recently, and asked me to pay attention. It should be you.

My surname is Zhan, just call me Lao Zhan. Young man, please sit for a while. I'll take care of a few old customers first, and I'll take you over later."

Chen Chuan said okay.

Seeing that he didn't touch the wine on the bar, Lao Zhan silently changed him a cup of hot drink. Then he came to those few tables of guests and greeted them. Then he found a shrewd young man to take over, and finally took a hat and put it on, saying, "Let's go." He asked again, "Did you drive here yourself, young man?"

Chen Chuan nodded.

Lao Zhan said, "It doesn't matter if your car is parked here. No one dares to steal the cars of our Flask Bar's guests." As he said this, he turned the steering wheel and drove outside, and said, "Young Mr. Chen, haven't you been to the lower city before?"

Chen Chuan knew that he was referring to the real lower city, not the gathering place for those without identification, and said, "I haven't been there before."

"I heard from Lu Ke that you are not only friends, but also practiced fighting with Mr. Yu before?"

Chen Chuan said, "Are you familiar with Little Lu, Mr. Zhan?"

Lao Zhan replied, "My bar often relies on the people from Lu Tong Logistics to take care of business. There is a security captain inside, who is Mr. Yu's disciple. She often brings people here for a few drinks, and sometimes she brings Little Lu here. We are acquaintances."

Chen Chuan said, "Mr. Yu did teach me a lot. I can be considered his student."

"Then you are one of us."

Lao Zhan became more enthusiastic. He chatted along the way while driving along the empty road. After about ten minutes, he came to the entrance of a tunnel.

Lao Zhan looked in the rearview mirror and explained, "You can get to the lower city from here."

It could be seen that there were roadblocks placed inside and outside the tunnel entrance, and several people were guarding it. Lao Zhan slowed down the car, greeted them, and waited for them to move the roadblocks away before accelerating again and driving inside.

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