There's something wrong with me

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"Indeed it is."

Zhang Feng remained silent.
“You guys don’t know my personality, so it’s definitely not wrong to be careful.

Tell me what the guest wants to tell me."

"He wants your phone number." The businessman bowed again. "My old man wants to talk to you sometime, over the phone."

"Is he afraid that I will arrest him in person?" Zhang Feng didn't know what to say when he saw the guest being so cautious.

But to be honest, if the guest really showed up today.

Zhang Feng might not necessarily catch him.

Zhang Feng didn’t know why, but he just didn’t want to.

In the non-main storyline, it only says to look for it, not to catch it.

"Then remember it." Zhang Feng thought to himself and also said the cell phone number.

As he spoke, he walked towards him.

Otherwise, it would be really difficult to communicate with each other since we are so far apart.

"13..." The businessman took out his mobile phone to write down the number, and every time Zhang Feng took a step forward, he took a step back.

There are so many small actions.

When Zhang Feng saw him retreating, he suddenly stopped and looked at his hands which were writing down the phone number.

The joints are covered with calluses and the right palm is a bit thick.

"Do you cultivate the outside but not the inside?"

Zhang Feng said it all, "Didn't the guest teach you how to train your internal organs?"

If he trains his mind and speeds up his metabolism, then the peeling of the skin on his hands will also speed up, and there won't be such thick marks from external exercises.

"Hahaha." The businessman suddenly laughed and shook his head. He put away his phone and said in a rather strange tone:

"Boss Zhang, I originally thought that you were a Grandmaster, a highly accomplished person, and that your vision must be higher than that of ordinary boxers like me, and even higher than that of my old man.

But how come even you believe my old man's nonsense?"

He said, stepping back again. "Can the internal organs be shaken? Does that make sense to you?"

"He doesn't know how to visualize?" Zhang Feng saw his skeptical look and knew that the cultivation realm and system were different.

Therefore, there was no point in talking more, so Zhang Feng took a few steps closer to the businessman, wanting to shake hands with him and let him know that although the guest's immortality was nonsense, the method of resonance cultivation did exist.

It is also a disguised way of telling businessmen not to retreat anymore.

If I really want to catch him, he won't be able to escape.

Don’t do so many useless little movements, it makes me upset just watching them.

rustle-

When the businessman saw Zhang Feng coming, he thought Zhang Feng was going to attack him.

He stomped his feet on the ground and turned around to run away.

He knew that he was no match for Zhang Feng, who possessed great strength.

But Zhang Feng followed him like a shadow and caught up with him in just three or two steps. At the same time, he pressed his palm towards his shoulder, easily shaking off his blocking arm.

next second.

Zhang Feng pressed his palm on his shoulder, and the overclocked resonant force made his right shoulder numb, and his right foot was nailed to the spot like a nail.

At the same time, he felt the numbness in his shoulders and froze in place.

"Resonance? Is it true...really?"

He stared at Zhang Feng blankly, and his move to fight back stopped in mid-air.

Zhang Feng removed his hand from his shoulder.

"Yes, there is indeed a method to practice resonance. The guest here really didn't lie to you."

"So?" He suddenly asked Zhang Feng excitedly, "What about the immortality my grandfather talked about?"

"He's truly possessed." Zhang Feng sighed slightly, "Please try to persuade your grandfather.

He was able to delve into the techniques of training the internal organs, and he was a real talent in the world.

If I stop thinking about this ridiculous thing now and focus on cultivating my internal organs, I might be able to extend my life by a few more years."

Zhang Feng still values ​​talents, especially people who can research resonance training methods.

Such a person is truly extraordinary.

"I will definitely convey Mr. Zhang's advice!" The businessman also saluted, and then bowed to Zhang Feng.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for showing mercy! It also allowed me to see that there are some truly bizarre training methods in this world!"

As he spoke, his eyes revealed his longing for the future of martial arts, a very beautiful yearning.

When Zhang Feng saw his expression, his heart was shaken, as if he thought of himself in the baby world.

They all have the same yearning for Kung Fu and vision for the future, as if there is no end to the martial arts.

I am the same as him, both are learners.

'It turns out there are some people like me.'

Zhang Feng thought for a few breaths, then suddenly turned around and walked to the riverside, looking at the night scene of the river in late spring.

"No more chatting, go away.

I've been away from the scene for too long, my people will definitely come looking for me.

It will be difficult for you to escape then.

Although you are also punishing evil and promoting good, the country has its own laws. You and I are on opposite sides of the water and fire, and we are not the same people."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang!" The businessman bowed one last time and took three or two steps back into the forest behind.

……

Zhang Feng stayed in this city for the next few days.

It's like I'm trying to find out the guests while waiting for their calls.

Although this situation sounds complicated and conflicting, it is actually happening now.

"I don't know when that old Taoist will call."

sixth day.

Zhang Feng was really fed up with waiting, so he simply went back to the base camp in Junshan City.

Let Captain Wang and the others take care of things here first.

Wait until night to return to Junshan.

Zhang Feng did not return to the bureau, but went straight home to rest.

There is no point in thinking too much, it is better to have a good sleep.

Anyway, the businessman has already seen it, and Zhang Feng feels that some of his emotions have gone away and he is much more relaxed.

Now I just want to sleep.

……

This sleep may be because I haven’t had a good rest for a long time.

Zhang Feng slept from 10 o'clock that night until 12 o'clock noon the next day.

When I woke up, I didn’t feel refreshed, but half of my brain was dizzy.

But after taking a short rest and taking a shower, I feel refreshed.

Then go downstairs to buy some groceries and reply to some missed calls.

In the afternoon, I stir-fry some dishes and have dinner.

In the evening, bask in the early summer sunshine on the balcony.

Zhang Feng felt good.

But before long, Boss He suddenly called.

Zhang Feng thought about it and accepted it.
"what happened?"

"Brother Zhang!" Boss He laughed and said, "I heard from Captain Wang that you went back home these past two days?"

"If you have something to say, just tell me." Zhang Feng said directly: "I have to go to the special task force later."

"It's still about my sister." Boss He brought up the matter again, adding, "Captain Wang also asked me to bring you a message. Captain Wang said the psychiatrist he found has arrived in Junshan City. Could you spare some time to relieve your worries?"

……

three days later.

Sunday.

Eastern Province, at the entrance of a park.

Zhang Feng looked at the girl, and the girl looked at Zhang Feng.

Compared to seeing a psychiatrist.

Zhang Feng still chose to see the progress of the case in East Province and take a look at the girl.

Can it be considered as an experience of a different blind date life?

Thinking of this, Zhang Feng remembered that his mother, the Queen, had arranged several meetings for him, but he always left after just one meeting.

But this time I have to accompany you to the park.

then.

The two of them strolled in the park in silence.

Zhang Feng didn't say anything because he didn't know what to say and didn't want to say anything.

The girl was a little shy and embarrassed, and she didn't know why.

Obviously, it wasn't that serious when I first met Zhang Feng, but as I thought about it, and his elder brother kept saying, "Coach Zhang is a very capable person," this feeling gradually became more serious.

"A grandmaster in his thirties?" The girl secretly looked at Zhang Feng's profile. Although she didn't quite understand the concept of martial arts, she knew that Zhang Feng was the most powerful master in the world.

Just like that, she looked at Zhang Feng quietly, but was too shy to speak.

Zhang Feng thought that since he was already here, he had nothing to say, so he might as well recall the knowledge he had gained previously.

After that, we spent several days together.

Because Zhang Feng always answered questions with "OK, ok, um, whatever".

The girl initially thought Zhang Feng was a bit boring, and the novelty and admiration in her heart were instantly worn away.

She felt that Zhang Feng probably had no feelings for her.

When it comes to relationships, you definitely can't force it, otherwise the flavor and nature will change.

After Zhang Feng spent a few days with the girl, his digestion and absorption increased by another 5 grams.

It is a good thing to practice martial arts with great effort.

……

Two days later.

Because the guests never called.

Zhang Feng started to work again and stopped thinking about these things.

But on the afternoon of the sixth day.

Inside the task force's small factory in Junshan City.

Didi—

Zhang Feng's cell phone rang.

When the call is connected, "Hello?"

An old voice came from the other side.

"Fellow."

He is a guest of honor.

"You finally called." Zhang Feng pretended to take a walk as he left the factory. "I thought your junior had thrown my phone away."

"Not really." The guest said honestly, "During the fourth gas extraction, your task force arrived too quickly and all the main roads were blocked.

Before he and I evacuated, we hid on the mountain on the south side of the lake where there was no signal.

He and I just came down the mountain, and after charging our phones, I called you."

"South side of the lake and mountain?" Zhang Feng pondered the map around Lake City. "I haven't really considered searching the mountain over there because the area is much larger. Besides, even if I really searched, I wouldn't necessarily find you."

"Haha!" The guest laughed heartily and said as if they were old friends, "I have been studying the secret book that fellow Daoist gave me for a long time."

The guest was grateful at first, but then sighed, "But my vitality is declining and I am unable to practice. I have failed my fellow Taoist's kindness."

"The Jinli method is indeed quite demanding on one's physical abilities," Zhang Feng agreed. "If you continue to practice it after the age of 40, the costs will no longer be enough."

"That's right." The guest said, and then asked, "I wonder if you can learn my method?"

"I've already mastered it." Zhang Feng didn't hide anything and said, "Dear guest, can we please talk properly instead of using half-spoken language? You've led me astray."

“Hahaha…” The guest laughed several times when he heard Zhang Feng’s words, then stopped laughing and said, “Zhang Feng, I thought you would talk a lot and ask me a lot of questions.

But I really didn't expect you to say this.

Do these trivial matters matter?"

“I don’t know either.” Zhang Feng didn’t know why, but now when he was chatting with the guest, it really felt like chatting with friends. He said in a relaxed manner: “But I just want to say it.

Because I have seen your secret techniques, and you have seen my secret techniques.

Although we have never met, this is the first time we chat.

But I don’t know why, it feels like we’ve known each other for a long time.”

"To make friends is to learn from them." The guest suddenly said this and told a story.
"A long time ago, I once slept in a dilapidated temple in the suburbs.

While practicing boxing that day, I had some insights and realizations. I was afraid I would forget them later, so I went to the backyard, uncovered a brick, and carved them on the back.

Two years later, I passed by here again and saw that someone had discovered the brick and gave me his opinion.

That day, I became very interested and added a few more sentences.

When I came back here six months later, he also gave me some insights.”

The guest's tone was lost in memories.
"Over the past ten years, our opinions have been written all over the back of the bricks of the dilapidated temple.

Another year passed.

Five hundred miles west of the ruined temple, there is a small town. While wandering around the town that day, I met someone about my own age.

For some reason, I recognized him at first sight. He was the one who responded to my opinion.

Coincidentally, he recognized me too.

From then on, the two of us became companions and traveled together through mountains and rivers.

Unfortunately, he died of lung disease just ten years later.

That year, I diligently studied Yin-Yang medicine and, by chance, I gained an insight that led me to develop a method for cultivating the internal organs."

The guests' words were full of sighs and nostalgia for their old friend.

Zhang Feng listened quietly without disturbing anyone.

And after a moment.

The guest suddenly said, "Zhang Feng, I think if I show up, you will definitely recognize me at a glance.

I can recognize you at a glance too.

But now, I am still short of energy, so I cannot meet my friends.

But I can also tell you, fellow Taoist, that the last person must have been an evil person. I, the old Taoist, never kill innocent people indiscriminately."

After saying that, the guest hung up the phone.

Zhang Feng looked at the phone for a while, then took out the portrait of the guest from his pocket.

He looks like an ordinary old man.

This is not what Zhang Feng imagined, the free and easy and experienced person who is sober while everyone else is drunk.

Zhang Feng misunderstood what he looked like.

The guests were also wrong.

……

A few days later.

Zhang Feng sat blankly in the task force.

Now, Zhang Feng didn’t know what to feel, let alone what was going on in his mind.

It is said that guests are treated as friends.

Zhang Feng could say "yes" with certainty. He felt like he had an invisible connection with him and wanted to sit down and discuss with him, exploring their respective understandings of martial arts.

But I won't give up the investigation or the search for him just because of a phone call.

However, although he said he wanted to look for him again, Zhang Feng was absent-minded and his mind was empty.

Because Zhang Feng knew that he could not be caught.

There is no particular pattern to indiscriminate killings like this.

For a martial arts master, killing a person is as easy as taking something from a bag, and there is no difficulty at all.

"This old Taoist is truly possessed by a demon. Another person is bound to die."

Zhang Feng shook his head and didn't want to pray for the fifth criminal. First, he deserved to die, and second, since he was targeted by the master guest, he would definitely die.

Although the guest is old, with the help of the great businessman, it is no problem to deal with a small person.

Just half a month later.

Zhang Feng was wandering around slacking off.

The phone rang.

The call was connected, it was a businessman.

"Mr. Zhang, can we meet? I have something to tell you."

……

In the afternoon, on the outskirts of Junshan City.

Zhang Feng followed the dirt road and came to a small, deserted pond.

The businessman was daydreaming by the pond.

"What do you want from me?"

Zhang Feng walked towards the businessman.

This time he had no intention of retreating. Instead, he sighed deeply and clasped his hands towards Zhang Feng, saying:

"I really have something to ask Mr. Zhang today. Otherwise... I wouldn't dare to call Mr. Zhang without permission and cause trouble for him."

"You say." Zhang Feng looked at the businessman, then focused on the back of his hand, noticing that his calluses were a little less, "Well, not bad, you have some talent.

To be able to resonate with one's heart in just one month is a genius."

"The old man said the same thing to me." The businessman smiled, then said formally: "Now I shouldn't say old man, but master!

The old man accepted me as his disciple!"

"Congratulations." Zhang Feng touched his pocket and found that he had no gift.

"The day my master accepted me..." The businessman didn't care about the gift, but continued:
"He actually wanted to invite you over to pay his respects, but after thinking it over, he decided not to, fearing you would accept both us as his disciples."

"That won't happen." Zhang Feng smiled and shook his head, then asked, "Didn't I ask you to persuade him? Now another month has passed. How is he now? Has he listened to my advice?"

“No.” The businessman shook his head. “My master wouldn’t listen. When I tried to persuade him, he got angry with me.

He said I didn’t understand, just like I didn’t understand resonance before.

But when he cultivates his immortal energy and lets me see it, I will understand."

"This old Taoist priest is difficult to deal with." Zhang Feng didn't know what to say, so he could only pat the businessman on the shoulder and said, "Can you take me to see him? I want to meet the guest."

"Well..." The businessman suddenly showed a sad expression, "I came to see you today because after I practiced visceral resonance yesterday, my master disappeared... I don't know where he went.

He is over a hundred years old, and sometimes he still gets confused and runs around. I'm really worried that something might happen to him.

I came to see Mr. Zhang today because I really had no other choice. I want Mr. Zhang to find him. I can provide all the information I know..."

The businessman was very worried about the master.

Because the guest here does have mental problems and some delusions.

After hearing these things, Zhang Feng pondered for a few seconds before saying, "Give me all the information you know.

After giving it to me, you can leave. Your portrait and fingerprints have been recorded in many places.

You may not be able to stay in China.

As for your master, I will go find him."

Zhang Feng paused for several seconds before saying, "After I find him, I will give him to you and you can take him away."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang!" The businessman suddenly knelt on the ground and thanked Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng barely supported him, preventing him from kneeling down. "Let's find him first. Do you know where he is?"

"Junshan City, he's right here!" The businessman took out his phone. "I've edited a lot of unsent text messages in there. They contain everything I know."

After handing the phone to Zhang Feng, he bowed and said, "Master Zhang! Please forgive me for calling you that, but once you find my master, I won't bother you to send him off.

Tell him that I am at the port in Southwest City, waiting for him to take the last breath.

Southwest Port, that's where he picked me up before, he remembers it.

I have contacted the ship and will wait for him there."

"Is he an orphan? Was he raised by a guest?" Zhang Feng now understood why their relationship was so deep.

We also know why the businessmen, whose power is obviously higher than that of the guests, treat the guests like gods.

"it is good."

Zhang Feng agreed.

……

That night, after Zhang Fenggang sorted out the information on his mobile phone, he also knew what the so-called gathering of five qi was.

Just as I thought, it's fake.

The general process is that they first use various swords to kill people and take their organs.

After taking it off, light it with black dust incense that can absorb odors to produce smoke.

Afterwards, the old Taoist took out an ordinary gourd the size of a palm and circled it around the smoke to gather the energy.

In the words of an old Taoist, that is the Five Elements Yin and Yang Bottle, which collects the Five Elements Qi.

But the businessman pointed out that the so-called Yin-Yang bottle was actually the wine gourd of the old Taoist friend.

Ever since the Taoist friend passed away twenty years ago, he has been missing his friend so much that he has become a little crazy.

'This old Taoist.'

Zhang Feng shook his head, sorted out the information in his hands, and was thinking about whether to submit it to the task force and try to borrow official resources.

Less than two minutes later, the phone rang.

In the western suburbs of Junshan City, a "Golden Sword Murder" occurred.

……

A little after seven in the evening.

Zhang Feng led the team to the scene quickly.

It was confirmed that the act was committed by a guest at the table, and the deceased was a drug dealer.

"The five energies have been gathered." Captain Wang shook his head after seeing this, "If he cultivates immortality as you said, Mr. Zhang, then he shouldn't commit crimes again.

But we still need to merge the cases, right?"

"Hmm." Zhang Feng glanced around and saw a talisman.

"You collect evidence first."

Zhang Feng gave an order, and then followed the direction of the talisman and headed to the East Suburb National Highway on the left.

……

Twenty minutes later.

Off the national highway.

A white-haired old man with ordinary clothes and ordinary appearance stood quietly by the road.

He was no different from ordinary people, just watching the traffic silently, perhaps recalling his youth in his eyes.

Zhang Feng walked up to him and looked at him.

He also withdrew his thoughts and looked at Zhang Feng, whom he had never seen before, "Fellow Daoist, I recognize you."

Zhang Feng nodded, recognizing the guest from the portrait, "It's me."

He asked, "Leave?"

Zhang Feng didn't know where he was going, but seeing how excited he was, he was curious.

"Walk."

Zhang Feng and the guest smiled at each other, and the two began to walk aimlessly, away from the dust of the city, heading towards the farther suburbs.

I walked like this for ten minutes, then an hour.

We walked all night.

The two climbed a high mountain and came to the foot of the peak at the top.

There is a small platform here. Standing on the edge and looking around, you can feel the misty clouds.

At this time, the sky was slightly brighter, and the warm sunlight shone into the cold mountain peaks.

The guest was quite interesting. He took off his coat, revealing the Taoist robe underneath, and seemed to take it very seriously.

But it was he who was wearing a Taoist robe.

Zhang Feng found that he was exactly the same guest he had imagined, the free and easy old Taoist.

At the same time, the guest carefully took out a gourd from his bosom, slowly opened it, and said to Zhang Feng in a literary manner:
"This mountain is called Yunshan, and this peak is the center of the Five Elements formation.

This Yin-Yang bottle contains five kinds of energy. Once I swallow them and borrow the power of Yunshan's five elements, I can become an immortal and leave.

If I succeed, I will definitely guide you to ascend to immortality."

"Hmm." Zhang Feng looked at the guests with a smile. There was actually nothing in his bottle, and this mountain was not that mysterious.

Zhang Feng is well-versed in the medical theory of yin and yang and is not so easily deceived.

If it were an outsider, he might really be intimidated by the Taoist priest.

But Zhang Feng also knew that persuasion was useless, so he said:
"Forget it. I'll persuade you again after you've completed your 'ascension'."

"Are you going to say this is false again?" The guest shook his head slightly. "If so, fellow Taoist, please don't say anything."

"Okay then." Zhang Feng nodded and sat on a big rock. "Please."

There is no point in saying more, just wait until he fails.

Everything will be easy then.

"If the upper realm doesn't accept you." Zhang Feng pointed at himself and said jokingly, "You and I are just discussing the Dao in the lower realm. I still have many things to ask you, and your disciple is waiting for you."

"Okay!" The guest laughed heartily, stepped on the Seven Star Steps, and sat down at the foot of the mountain.

The sunlight happened to be shining on the side of the mountain behind him. He also took out the gourd and, with the help of the rising sun, poured the air that did not exist at all into his mouth.

Afterwards, he sat cross-legged in front of the mountain, as if meditating or visualizing.

But after a moment, he opened his eyes.

There was confusion, relief, and disappointment in his eyes as if all hope had been shattered.

The sunlight in the sky was as warm as ever, shining not only on the mountain front, but also on the southwest hundreds of miles away, on the port, and on the businessmen who were eagerly waiting for their master.

The businessman looked up at the warm early morning sun.

Under the early sun.

Zhang Feng looked at the guests sitting in front of the mountain.

His body was enveloped by the warm sunlight, and the doubtful look in his eyes gradually became as clear and lucid as a child.
"Fellow Daoist, disciple, I see it, I see it...

In this world...

There are no immortals at all..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the guest's mind was dead, his body drooped forward, his vitality faded, and he died in front of the mountain.

(End of this chapter)