Sister, you miss me

For the next two days, Sang Ma continued to teach her heart by mouth, but his complexion deteriorated day by day, and the anger on his face diminished with each passing day.

Finally passed the gong, and finally died.

However, Sang Ma's body did not stand tall.

Then Mingguang inherited the mantle and ascended to the position of abbot.

Ming Guang, who is proficient in Buddhism, preached Buddhism in the morning and evening classes. Yang Feng occasionally participated. Ming Guang's understanding of Buddhism was amazing.

Yang Feng is not practicing internal strength or yoga. He wants to practice cracking ice palm directly. However, yoga is the basis of cracking ice palm.

When not practicing, Junko Yanagi would accompany him, measuring every inch of land or glacier in the Xuankong Temple with his feet.

The Hanging Temple is too small, so they always repeat and repeat.

One month later, Yang Feng's yoga practice was small, and the back of his head could reach the fart-share.

This kind of life lasts for two years.

Today's world is changing with each passing day. He doesn't know what it will look like outside in two years.

However, his yoga has become so successful that he can easily fold his body in half, or turn it into a cheese roll.

The Marrow Washing Sutra has the miraculous effect of forging tendons and bones, which reminds Yang Feng of the Yi Jin Jing of Shaolin Temple.

After yogic mastery, cracking ice palm is a matter of course.

Yang Feng felt that he could leave, if he had not promised Sang Ma.

He is a trustworthy person, he must do what he has promised.

However, he wanted to miss his son Dudu, his sisters Qin Xue, Hao Li, Wang Bingqian, and many others.

In the past two years, if he had not withstood the temptation of Junko Yanagi, the child would have given birth to two!

During the morning class that day, someone informed the abbot Mingguang that the donor Qin had come.

Ming Guang was overjoyed and said, "Come here, please invite brother."

In the main hall of the Xuankong Temple, four people were sitting and talking. After a few words of greeting, Mingguang got up and left.

Yang Feng looked at Qin Zhong, his eyes gradually moist.

If Qin Zhong hadn't seen him, he nodded to Liu Shengjunzi.

Junko Yanagi lowered her head shyly, and said softly, "Hello, uncle."

"Okay." Qin Zhong smiled and nodded, before looking at Yang Feng.

Yang Feng asked with red eyes, "Did you have to go in a hurry when you had something urgent? And it took two years." He couldn't help complaining in his words.

"It's something urgent." Qin Zhong looked at him up and down, and said, "It looks like you are doing well!"

As he spoke, he hit his chest with a punch.

Yang Feng jumped at the corner of his eyes, pushed his hand sideways, and removed Qin Zhong's punch.

Qin Zhong smiled and punched again, Yang Feng made a left palm.

A strong wind blasted in all directions centered on the palms of the two.

Junko Yanagi flew out, but was not injured.

The two of them seemed to be attracted to each other, and they were stuck together.

After a cup of tea, Qin Zhong suddenly laughed heartily, counted "123", and the two gathered at the same time.

"Good boy, you haven't been lazy in the past two years, and Sangma hasn't hidden any personalities."

Yang Feng looked silent: "Master has passed away for two years."

"I know." Qin Zhong said lightly: "He told me at that time, this is his fate with you."

After a pause, Qin Zhong said: "Take me to see Sang Ma's Buddha body!"

The magic of good fortune, just outside the main hall of the Xuankong Temple, there are dozens of natural ice coffins, sangma occupying one of them.

Qin Zhong supported the ice coffin and said in a deep voice, "My old friend, you have finally achieved a positive result."

As he said, he gave a "Huh" and said, "Didn't Sang Ma mean to give you his Gabala?"

"I'll talk about it later." Yang Feng said.

After dinner, Qin Zhong and Yang Feng were the only ones in the room.

"I haven't seen you for two years, won't you call him Dad?" Qin Zhong joked under the light.

Yang Feng pursed his lips and said, "What's the situation outside?"

"I know what you want to know." Qin Zhong took a sip of the ice spring and said, "Nie Qing, who hurt you, was thrown into the women's prison, but I heard that as soon as he entered, he became a cell boss."

"Nie...Uncle is just doing something." Yang Feng clenched his fists.

"Only a few people know about you. In fact, your relatives and friends basically don't know. The official reason is that you are performing a special top secret mission."

"That's fine too." Yang Feng nodded gently.

"For the past two years, I have been busy with this." As he said, Qin Zhong opened his portable alloy box.

"Fake hand?" Yang Feng said, looking at what Qin Zhong was holding out.

Qin Zhong nodded: "Try it, it's not appropriate."

Yang Feng turned his head and said coldly: "I don't want to take it."

Qin Zhong smiled and said: "An ordinary artificial hand, may I have been busy for two years?"

"How special is it?" Yang Feng was still lacking in interest.

"Try it and you will know?"

Yang Feng sighed, and couldn't bear to brush Qin Zhong's face, so he reluctantly put it on.

It was just right. When I thought about it, Qin Zhong repeatedly checked the size of his broken arm when he left.

In terms of material, the outside is a layer of silica gel, and there is no obvious difference in skin color.

It's not heavy, it's almost 500 grams.

Several fingers can move freely.

Qin Zhong turned on a switch on his arm, then hung a wireless headset on Yang Feng's ear, and then said, "Issued the command and tried."

Yang Feng glanced at Qin Zhong, raised the prosthesis of his right arm, and said in surprise: "What instruction?"

Qin Zhong shrugged: "For example, I want to get chopsticks, I want to get a spoon, I want to get a pen."

Yang Feng tentatively said, "Take the chopsticks."

The voice fell, and the artificial hand became a gesture of catching chopsticks.

"Take the pen." The gesture changed again.

"shake hands."

"Stroke."

"Grab."

"pinch."

Seeing Yang Feng's continual joy, Qin Zhong smiled gradually.

"There are also some special functions." Qin Zhong said, placing a pebble on Yang Feng's fake hand.

"Broken." Yang Feng yelled, and the pebbles were broken into powder.

Yang Feng was stunned. The artificial hand had such terrifying power, and the skin was not broken.

"Have you heard of the Taser?" Qin Zhong seemed to mention it casually.

Yang Feng nodded. As a top agent, he knew a lot of disabling weapons.

"Your right hand is a taser."

"What!" Yang Feng couldn't say anything.

"It's better to find a living thing to test it."

Yang Feng shrugged and led the way.

The two walked into the back kitchen of the Xuankong Temple, where many Tibetan antelopes were closed, and at this moment, they became experimental mice.

Qin Zhong released one, and once the Tibetan antelope got out of trouble, it galloped.

"Hit." Yang Feng uttered a word, and his right hand immediately radiated two electric arcs. The electric arcs hit the sprinting Tibetan antelope. At that moment, the sheep's body seemed to be wrapped in a layer of electric light, and it slammed onto the ground with a bang, rolling its eyes and kicking its legs. .

With such a powerful force, Yang Feng couldn't help but breathe in air-conditioning.

"Xiao Feng," Qin Zhong pressed his shoulder and said, "How about it?"

"It seems to be pretty good. I don't know how the charging situation is?" Yang Feng asked a question of concern.

Qin Zhong said: "This is the exclusive product of Remington's highest technology. It has artificial intelligence and can last up to a week for regular use. Although I have these functions, I am not satisfied enough. I hope to be able to do so. ."

"How is that possible?" Yang Feng's gloom was fleeting, "it's already pretty good."

He wasn't comforting Qin Zhong, he was indeed satisfied.

"No, it has not reached my ideal requirements." Qin Zhong said, "There are nerve elements inside the manipulator. My goal is to be able to connect with the nervous system on your arm, and your brain will directly give orders. By then, Although it may still be a temperatureless mechanical arm, its fingertips can even feel the other person’s body temperature and delicate touch..."

"Dad..." Yang Feng threw into Qin Zhong's arms, this action interrupted Qin Zhong.

"Thank you, thank you." Yang Feng said emotionally.

Qin Zhong gave Yang Feng a strong hug, patted him on the back, and the two separated.

Qin Zhong said: "You try to bring it as much as possible these days, get familiar with it, and run it in. When the power is exhausted, I will bring it back to the company to continue improving.

"Take it away?" Yang Feng wrote on his face with reluctance.

Indeed, this artificial hand uses artificial skin and is implanted with hairs. It is so vivid that strangers can't tell it. Besides, it has so many anti-sky features.

However, with a word from Qin Zhong, Yang Feng agreed.

Qin Zhong asked what to do if the electricity runs out.

That night, the father and son slept on the bed Sangma had slept on.

Yang Feng couldn't sleep with excitement. With this manipulator, he can't be regarded as a disabled person.

Qin Zhong couldn't sleep either, so he started talking with Yang Feng.

"Xiaofeng, after so many things, I think you should be a mature man. There are some things that Dad wants to tell you."

"Are you going to tell me how many brothers and sisters there are?"

"You kid!" Qin Zhong kicked him, "There are not many, except for the good words, there are two others, both of you are your brothers."

"Two? Who are you, do I know?"

"You all know each other, one is Wang Datong, the son of Park Chief Dong, and the other is Park Zhongsheng, the son of Cui Haoyue."

"Damn, in a dormitory, there are four half-brothers." Yang Feng smiled and said, "Father, you cow. I took U."

"It's going to you, there are some things that I can't explain to you." Qin Zhong said in a daze: "The child, the sound of the bell, I didn't know until I met Cui Haoyue recently."

"I admire it, Comrade Qin Zhong, I'm afraid you don't know how many seeds have been sown in the world!"

"Don't interrupt, listen to me." Qin Zhong continued, "As for Datong, his parents have been hiding things from him. He has a very happy life. You know it, so don't recognize him."

"I can't promise to be tight-lipped."

"Speaking of it is just annoying."

"Dad, do you know, I have a son, and you have a grandson." Yang Feng said happily.

"Really?" Qin Zhong directly sat up.

"Of course, the kid is my former teacher."

"Son, you are better."

"I miss them very much. It will take at least a year before I can see them." Yang Feng said.

"I'll go back and see them, right, where is it?"

"London." Yang Feng thought for a while and said, "Dad, after you leave, apart from going to London, you also think of ways to inform Xiaoxue, and find a more powerful excuse. She must be in a hurry."

"Okay. Don't worry." Qin Zhong said.