Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 499: Descendants of the Eight Wonders
"Hey! Liang Dingdang, the first generation leader of Wanxi Sect, is here. Do you dare to learn a few moves from me?"

Although the girl is young, she is about 28 years old. However, due to her development, she is not tall, only about 1.6 meters.

She is so young but already has a breast, she can really be described as a little rich woman with big brains.

Wearing two high-tech arm armors on both hands, he threw a rocket punch at Zhao Fangxu, the elder who had a wry smile on his face.

The arm armor broke off like a cannonball, but without any flame. It was obvious that this was a Qi-powered arm armor.

Zhao Fangxu was helpless, sitting like an old Buddha, and slapped out with one palm.

The first move of the Great Seal of Splitting the Air: Flowing like clouds and water.

For a moment, the mechanical arm armor that broke away from Liang Dingdang's hand like a cannonball was like a bullet hitting the water, and its speed almost stopped.

"Tsk!"

Seeing this, Liang Dingdang also made a "tsk" sound, and formed his fingers into a sword, activating the true energy connected to the arm armor.

Wanximen: Break the whole into parts!
The mechanical arm armor that was stopped by Zhao Fangxu's palm was decomposing into parts at a speed visible to the naked eye as Liang Dingdang activated his true Qi. In this way, Zhao Fangxu's smooth movement could not completely restrain these scattered small parts, and he needed to increase his control.

But he didn't do that, he really wanted to see what other tricks this girl could come up with.

Under Liang Dingdang's control, the small parts of the arm armor decomposed by themselves and stacked on Zhao Fangxu's desk, turning into two small turrets only as long as a baby's arm. The muzzles of the guns were aimed at Zhao Fangxu, and a ball of Qi bombs was fired.

"Oh? Have you completed the first rebirth?"

Zhao Fangxu commented, and with a flick of his hand like stirring clear water, the two gun muzzles pointed at him on the table shifted in direction and met in front of Zhao Fangxu, the Qi bombs collided, and a cloud of white smoke was emitted.

"So it was a feint~"

Although his vision was blocked, Zhao Fangxu did not panic. He raised his hand and waved it forward, and the smoke that blocked his vision dissipated. Then, he saw Liang Dingdang's open fang-like mouth.

Alas? !

Zhao Fangxu quickly retracted his strength, otherwise if he was hit hard, half of Liang Dingdang's silver teeth would have been broken.

But this also played into Liang Dingdang's hands. Her silver teeth bit into Zhao Fangxu's palm, which had no protection from true Qi, causing him pain. At the same time, she also felt a slight touch on his forehead.

It turned out that when Liang Dingdang bit Zhao Fangxu's palm, new metal parts were generated on his palm, turning into a spring toy fist, which was imprinted on Zhao Fangxu's forehead.

"Hehe, Uncle Zhao, I won~"

Liang Dingdang stood in front of Zhao Fangxu, made a "yeah" gesture, and smiled triumphantly.

"Little girl movie."

The second move of the Big Seal of Splitting the Air: Catching Shadows!

"Oh! Uncle Zhao, you can't afford to play with me!"

Inside the office, the sound of objects falling to the ground due to a gust of wind was mixed with the angry voice of Liang Dingdang and the chuckle of the fat old man Zhao Fangxu.

Five minutes later, in the messy office, Liang Dingdang sat on the sofa with her hands crossed on her chest, angrily, allowing Zhao Fangxu to help her tie her hair again.

There were several mechanical tentacles attached to her body, which were putting the messy office items back in place.

"You ran away from home without saying goodbye again. How did you get on the plane?"

"Don't tell you."

“It’s Er Zhuang’s help again. This girl will spoil you.”

"Why can't I just buy my own ticket and fly here? I'm sixteen years old, Uncle Zhao, don't always treat me like a child. I'm almost done with my college courses."

Liang Dingdang turned her head and made a face at Zhao Fangxu, and Zhao Fangxu himself was stunned for a moment.

"Yes, yes, it's my fault. I forgot that Dingdang is already a grown-up girl. It's time for her to show off and let everyone know what she can do. But I haven't asked you yet, why is it called the Wanji Gate? Wasn't it called the Qianji Hall before?"

"The Wanxi Sect should be more domineering. Uncle Zhao, don't you always say that the times are changing? Divine machines are the past, and mechanical technology is the future. I, Liang Dingdang, will establish a sect in the alien world of the future! The Wanxi Sect is famous!"

"Okay, okay, Uncle Zhao will create a profile for you first. When our Dingdang recruits its first disciple, I will make the Wanxi Sect public in the alien world."

"Then Uncle Zhao, when can I go out and show off my skills? I can't wait to let these old guys from the alien world see what I can do!"

"Let me call Zhong Feng first."

Zhao Fangxu pretended to make a phone call, but Liang Dingdang held him down.

"Zhongfeng's father is very busy, Uncle Zhao, there's no need to disturb him."

Zhao Fangxu smiled dotingly at Liang Dingdang's flattery. Just as he picked up the empty thermos cup, Liang Dingdang quickly snatched it away and went to get him a hot cup.

He blew air into the bottle, took a sip, and then spoke slowly.

"It's not that I don't agree to your request, it's just that the time has not come yet."

"How long do I have to wait? Grandpa has been gone for two years. Daddy Zhongfeng told me to wait and finish my studies. I have finished! Uncle Zhao, you also told me to wait. I have waited enough!"

When talking about her grandfather Liang Ting, Liang Dingdang, who was so lively and enthusiastic just now, began to cry.

Zhao Fangxu was helpless and could only let her vent her frustration.

Yes, Liang Ting passed away two years ago. Among the people of Soitong Company back then, although Liang Ting was also a veteran, he was older than Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei. In between, he encountered the Anti-Japanese War. Although he was happily married to Zhang Xuan, the eldest of Mo Men, he never had children.

It was not until the founding war was over and the period of large-scale construction in Northeast China began that their first child, Liang Zhongfeng, was born.

That is to say, because of the Qi training, the Yi Ren's body vitality can be maintained in a complete state for a long time. For ordinary people, having a son in their fifties is called old age, but for the Yi Ren it is not a rare thing. After all, when he is seventy years old, he is still vigorous and energetic and can chase his son and beat him.

Just because of their responsibilities, Liang Ting and Zhang Xuan rarely returned home. The responsibility of taking care of their children later fell on myself and Xu Xiang, who were only in their twenties and had never been in a relationship at the time.

It can be said that the second generation of Liang Ting, Lu Guangda and Wang Zizhong were all brought up by Zhao Fangxu and Xu Xiang. In terms of seniority, they are of the same generation, but Zhao Fangxu and Xu Xiang can both be regarded as the little fathers of this second generation.

So now that Zhao Fangxu is old enough to enjoy his grandchildren, it is not wrong for Liang Dingdang to call him Uncle Zhao. Of course, it is also because Liang Dingdang is the youngest and most favored of the three generations.

Later, when Liang Ting and his wife retired, they took over the responsibility from Zhao Fangxu and Xu Xiang and took care of Liang Dingdang and her three generations of children. Fortunately, none of them grew up in a wrong way and were not taught bad things.

Liang Dingdang is also the most talented among the third-generation descendants and is able to inherit the mantle of Liang Ting, who later established his own school.

The closeness between generations is vividly reflected in Liang Ting and Liang Dingdang.

So Liang Dingdang also knew very well what Liang Ting was most concerned about when he passed away two years ago.

After Liang Dingdang had vented her emotions, Zhao Fangxu gave his answer.

"It's almost time, girl. Uncle Zhao and Uncle Xu set up this situation to create an opportunity for you, the descendants. It's time for the Eight Wonders to exit the stage of history. We will kill the thief in your heart and the thief in the mountain, leaving you with a brighter future."

"Really? Then when can I take action?"

The girl who was just feeling wronged suddenly became full of energy, which made Zhao Fangxu very helpless.

"Girl, you change your face faster than the weather changes. No wonder Uncle Liang was controlled by you when he was alive. I told you that there is no rush. Either this year or next year, your Wanxi Sect can be unveiled. Now, stop hanging around in front of your Uncle Zhao. Go see your Grandpa Zizhong and your Grandma Ying."

"And Sister Wuya!"

"Yes, yes, yes. And there's that girl Wu Ya. She should be in the nursing home with your Grandpa Zi Zhong, taking care of Grandma Ying. You go."

"Good~"

After watching Liang Dingdang skipping away, Zhao Fangxu returned to his seat. Looking at the ten bosses who had left one after another, he closed the monitoring page, logged into the company's intranet with his own account, and checked the permissions. A map was then presented in front of Zhao Fangxu.

The map is naturally the various outlets that Nadoutong Company has set up in the country as far as it can reach.

In addition to the well-known seven regions, there are also outlets of Nadutong Company in the small island below the South China region, the country bordering the northeastern border, and the island country with which the United States had deep hatred in the last century.

And on this map of the distribution of Nadutong's outlets, Zhang Chulan in North China, who once practiced in Wudang, Wang Ye in Central China, the independent Baodao across the sea from the South China region, the Tianxiahui Group in South China, and a village in the southwest, these five places are all marked out.

The names of the eight unique skills are also written on these five marks.

The origin of Qi body, Fenghou Qimen, Tongtian Lu, arresting spirits and dispatching generals, and the hundred refinements of divine machine.

These are the information that Nadutong has been paying attention to over the years, and the whereabouts of the masters and successors of the Eight Great Skills. Where there are certainties, there are naturally uncertainties.

Switch the page and change from domestic map to world map.

A small island in the Pacific Ocean that is only marked on the intranet world map, Nasen Island. The suffix of Nasen Island is "Six Treasury Immortal Thief" plus a question mark, and a foreigner's head.

One is Yaoxing Society, a news organization of aliens with a branch in Hong Kong Island but its headquarters in the United States, which is responsible for reporting news of the alien world around the world.

The photo of the president of Yaoxing Society also appeared on it, a Chinese woman named Qu Tong, and the suffix "Shuangquanshou" was added after her, plus a question mark.

Finally, there is the island country with deep hatred. Most of its land area is dyed red, with only a small part of blue gathered at the tail, forming a clear dividing line.

And on that little blue tail, there were only four words: Daluo Dongguan?

"Yinggu was attacked that year and has been in a vegetative state ever since. The rest of you have gone your separate ways. Now that the news has come out that two of the Eight Great Skills Successors have appeared, isn't it time for you all to show up as well? Don't keep us waiting too long..."
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In the suburbs of Beijing, there is a sanatorium that is not open to the public.

Wang Zizhong, who is over 90 years old, is staying in a special ward, sitting in front of the bed.

Lying on the hospital bed was an old woman who vaguely looked like a beautiful woman when she was young. As the saying goes, beauty lies in the bones, not in the skin.

Although he is now a national player, Wang Zizhong, who seldom sees patients, comes here every now and then to see his lover, his first wife. He never tires of wiping her hands and feet and talking about what happened recently. This has become a part of Wang Zizhong's life.

And this old woman lying on the hospital bed in a long sleep is Duanmu Ying, the master of one of the Eight Great Skills, the Double-Handed Skill.

"Today Fang Xu convened a meeting of the Ten Masters and unofficially informed the alien world of the way to deal with the Eight Wonders. If the people who hurt you back then are still alive, or if they have descendants, I'm afraid they are already ready to make a move. Your hands can control people's minds and read people's memories, which is the most shameless. It was only because the number one brother was so skilled and daring that he dared to let you and Ma Ben work together with that guy.

They stole your Shuangquan Hands back then, and this time they won't stop until they get all the other eight unique skills. But it's okay this way. If I don't lure them out, how can I take revenge? I didn't expect that after fighting with you for half my life, I am still controlled by my emotions. Sigh, sometimes I really can't treat everything with a normal mind. But it's true. If I could really treat everything with a normal mind, how could there be this chaos of eight unique skills?"

Wang Zizhong kept chattering to the sleeping Duanmu Ying about recent events, without caring whether Duanmu Ying could hear him or respond.

He was so absorbed in what he was saying that he did not notice the door opening. A gentle woman holding a medical book walked behind Wang Zizhong and called softly, "Grandpa."

"Oh, it's Wuya, get out of class is over so early?"

"There's nothing going on in the hospital, so I came to see you."

"It's good that you come over. Chat with your grandma and tell her about your recent experiences."

"Ah? What can I say? I have been reading medical books, doing clinics, consulting patients, and treating illnesses. There is nothing else to do."

Wang Wuya was puzzled. How could she tell her grandmother about the daily life she had experienced since she became a resident trainee?

But only Wang Zizhong understood the value of his granddaughter.

"Wu Ya, grandpa wants to ask you something."

"Grandpa, tell me."

"Grandpa has three apprentices in his life, and you are the last one. Grandpa has no favoritism and teaches you all the same medical skills. Your sisters Lanlan and Qianqian have both completed their apprenticeships and have their own paths to follow. Only you, because you are clumsy and can't memorize the medical books that Grandpa asked you to learn, Grandpa always locks you up in a small dark room and punishes you to farm and grow herbs. Have you ever hated Grandpa?"

"what?"

Wang Wuya's face showed great confusion. She didn't know why her grandfather suddenly asked such a question.

"Haha, it's nothing, it's grandpa who was talking nonsense, good child, Wu Ya is a good child, it's grandpa who is too mean."

Wang Zizhong rubbed his granddaughter's hair without saying much.

Wang Wuya couldn't figure out why Wang Zizhong suddenly asked this question until footsteps were heard outside the corridor. Liang Dingdang jumped out and pounced towards Wang Wuya.

"Sister Wuya, did you miss me~"

(End of this chapter)