The Road to Slaying God

The old man can only say that he is sneered at looking for clues in some ancient books that have nothing to do with martial arts. Of course, he is too lazy to talk to this awkward guy. From recent observations, the old man gave Zhang Yang a surname Ge has a basic understanding, this cowardly-looking child is sometimes stubborn.

As time approaches, Zhang Yang's mood begins to get anxious. Even when he goes to the hospital to see Liu Biao, he sees less. People are more and more silent. In the past few days, he has repeatedly refused Xiao Yiran to ask mathematical questions.

All his thoughts were focused on how to assemble the martial arts clues in his head.

Zhang Yang can be sure that he has a very powerful thinking in his head. There seems to be a sense in the meditation. One end of this thinking allows him to use it at will, and he opens a new door. At least, Zhang Yang has a feeling. Finding clues to martial arts in ancient books is influenced by this thinking.

What makes Zhang Yang depressed is that he uses the knowledge in his head very quickly, whether it is mathematics, Chinese, or physics. As long as he wants to know, he can use these thoughts with a little study. The only thing that he cannot use is martial arts.

This is the truth that Zhang Yang has never been able to understand. Since it is all memory thinking, why can't I access the knowledge about martial arts?

At the beginning, Zhang Yang also thought that his body restricted the martial arts in his memory, but it was rejected immediately, because if it was really physical restraint, then the thinking in memory would not control his crazy reading of ancient books, but should Is to let him exercise ...

So far, Zhang Yang doesn't have the kind of deliberate exercise to make his body stronger!

The reason must be found, or else, not to mention that there are only three days left, even if it is only thirty days, there is no way for thirty years.

"Bo Li, help me, I will go back to school and pick up some money by the way." Zhang Yang glanced at the white sunshine outside. It is noon now, and usually no one enters or exits the casino at this time.

"Well, go, remember, a lot of things can't be forced, it's always yours ..." The old man lying on the chair touching the bullet in the chest sighed. The child's recent anxiety was watching In the eyes, however, he couldn't help.

"I understand." Zhang Yang nodded.

...

It is already late September. The temperature between city C and the coast is very different. Although the sun is shining, it is not so hot. Tourists on the street are like weaving. Looking at the high-rise buildings on the commercial street, Zhang Yang feels it. There was an inexplicable depression.

How small is human ability. Although Li Bo is a third-class killer, it should be very powerful in city C. He still cannot stop the development of society. Perhaps, this time the high-rise building was in the small alley more than ten years ago. The same, but now, the slightest shadow before can not be found.

If Li Bo's wife is still alive, and if the land has not been developed this time, have the two of them passed their happy days?

In the vicissitudes of the sea, the wheel of history naturally has its development law. There are not so many. In this bustling city, no one will notice that the elimination of a building will create one tragedy after another.

Hey……

Zhang Yang sighed and walked into a bank. He had run out of food long after he invited Xiao Yiran to dinner. If he had n’t followed the old man to eat rice, he would have starved to death. Although there was food, but It doesn't feel good to have no money.

"Trouble, get Wu Baiyuan." Finally, Zhang Yang waited for at least 20 minutes before it was his turn. The bank opened a lot of windows, but there were always so few people working.

Zhang Yang has a habit of resolutely not using a bank card when using a bankbook to withdraw money, because there have been cases where a person used a bank card to withdraw money to go to jail decades ago. As a result, the man could not help taking tens of thousands more and was sentenced to life. Zhang Yang didn't think he had such a strong willpower to resist that kind of huge temptation. Therefore, Zhang Yang tried to avoid using cards to withdraw money.

Of course, there is also the most important reason. He used to take a hundred yuan counterfeit money at the cash machine. Because he did n’t find it at the time, he could only consider himself unlucky. Therefore, he vowed to firmly resist the cash machine. , Resolutely line up with a passbook.

"Is there a card?" The woman frowned at the long line behind her.

"Have."

"There's an ATM outside. Take it with a card." The woman threw the passbook out.

"I like to use a passbook, sip it?" Zhang Yang was furious and waited in line for more than 20 minutes. However, she still had a choice of using a teller machine. Of course, the most important thing was that woman's attitude made Zhang Yang unhappy.

The woman stayed for a while, seemingly in no mood to quarrel with Zhang Yang, and signaled Zhang Yang to pass in the passbook.

Passbooks were passed into the window. Perhaps the woman in her thirties had been dealing with customers at the grassroots level for a long time, her face was like a zombie, and she started to fiddle in front of the computer.

Zhang Yang enters the password in the password input ...

Suddenly, the woman with a stubborn face raised her head sharply and stood up, looking surprised and full of incredible expression.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, please wait a moment." The woman was a little nervous, and gave Zhang Yang a careful look. After getting Zhang Yang's nod consent, she immediately picked up the phone around her, and Zhang Yang was a little confused and didn't understand what happened. Of course, Zhang Yang is not afraid. The so-called person is not afraid of shadows. Besides, his passbook is the one thousand yuan that his mother spends on his account every month. Recently, he has been buying books crazy, and there is not much left.

After the woman made a phone call, another woman was immediately called to help him receive the business, but she came out of the window.

"Mr. Zhang, our president invites you to wait in the VIP room for a while, he will be there soon!"

"What's the matter? I'll wait here!" Zhang Yang was a little impatient. Is it so troublesome to get the president for five hundred yuan?

"Okay, sit here first." The woman poured a glass of water for Zhang Yang with a dignified look.

Soon, a big-bellied poop, a staircase next to a man in his fifties, ran down a sweat, his face full of sweat, nervous, excited expression ... [sigh, the recommendation ticket has been unable to go up]