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Chapter 6 [The old lady didn’t lie! ]

Chapter 6 [The old lady didn’t lie! ]

Miss Gu stood by the ticket counter, looked for a while, then walked away - something was wrong!
Something is seriously wrong!
Why don't those people pay for their tickets? When I swipe that little iron box, it makes a beeping sound... what's going on?

What can I do?
Uncle San said that in the outside world, you need an ID card to buy train tickets, but why is the ID he made for me different from others?
Also, money...

Why don't people here use money? They just use a small iron box to swipe?
The girl couldn't help but pinch the stack of banknotes and dragon coins hidden in her pocket - all of them were in denominations of ten yuan and five yuan.

At this moment, some hooligans near the station had already set their sights on her.

This girl, at first glance, looks rustic and evil in her clothes.

Looking at her face again, she is so beautiful that it is evil!
Two or three hooligans came up and one of them stood in front of Miss Gu.

"Little sister, can't you find a place to eat? Do you want us to take you to a cheap restaurant?"

The man who was talking in front of him stared at the girl's face, then looked at her white neck exposed from her collar.

Damn it!
Can a golden phoenix really fly out of a grass nest?

This girl is dressed so plainly, but she is so evilly beautiful!

Which mountain cave did you come out of?
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Miss Gu looked at the three of them and took a deep breath.

I repeated several times in my mind what my uncle said before I came out.

The next second, a sweet smile appeared on the girl's face.

Nodding, her voice soft and sticky: "Okay~"

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A few minutes later, in an alley two hundred meters away from the station.

Three vagrants were lying behind the garbage dump, one of them had his arm bent at a weird angle.

Miss Gu walked out along the wall and casually wiped the wall with her soft palm.

Well, it's stained with blood and my sleeves are dirty. I'm not happy!
He turned his head and looked at the three people lying on the ground with dissatisfaction.

Holding the small iron box in his hand - which he had snatched from someone.

How do I use this thing?

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Back outside the station, Miss Gu walked around the station and saw the freight yard behind it. Seeing no one around, she bent down...

People have saved up a lot of money to build a red brick wall.

If I can’t buy a ticket, how can I not hitchhike?

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What’s more, what’s more, what’s more…

A freight train is running on the rails.

The open-air middle section of the carriage was filled with coal.

The girl sat in the coal pile, and her originally quiet little jacket was stained black.

The girl became more and more unhappy.

People in the outside world only wear one piece of clothing!
Humph, you bastard from the Chen family, all of this is your fault!
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Four days later, Chen Yan had boarded a flight to Hong Kong City.

Chen Yan does have a pass to Hong Kong City - the HR asked him to get one when he joined the company three months ago, saying that it would be used in case he needed to go on a business trip to Hong Kong City with the company in the future. What if?
So I did it, and I paid for it myself.

They won’t even reimburse me for those few dozen dollars.

Well, everyone in the workplace knows that HR doesn’t do HR’s job.

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The first seven days have passed, the funeral in my hometown has ended, and the old man has been buried.

Chen Yan had sorted out the affairs in his hometown and had thanked the villagers as he should.

This time when leaving home and sitting on the plane, Chen Yan was actually a little nervous.

Chen Yan made the decision to fly to Hong Kong City after gritting his teeth, because... the flight ticket cost him almost all of his savings.

After buying the plane ticket and booking a cheap hotel in Gangcheng online, Chen Yan had only 338 yuan left in his bank card, which was not enough for the return ticket.

As the plane took off, Chen Yan was almost in a state of mind of "the wind is whistling and the Yishui River is cold" - if this bank account was fake and the old lady was playing a trick on him, then Chen Yan's only way out was to beg for food all the way home in Gangcheng.

After the plane climbed to a high altitude and flew steadily, Chen Yan took out the old lady's "secret book" and continued to read it.

This has become Chen Yan's daily habit these days.

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The things recorded in the secret book left by the old lady can be divided into three main categories.

The first is the exercises.

I memorized two sets, one is called "The Method of Moving Qi" and the other is called "The Circulation of Qi".

Chen Yan understood "Qiyun Zhoushu" at a glance. It was about fortune-telling and luck-he had followed the old lady since he was a child and had also learned some Tiangang and Disha numerology algorithms. With this basic skill, he could understand this "Qiyun Zhoushu" at a glance.

I just don’t know if fortune telling works or not.

The "Original Qi Transporting Method" could be considered a basic technique, which in martial arts novels would be called internal strength, and in the cultivation system it would be called spiritual power. However, in the old lady's booklet, it was called "Original Qi."

It's said that every living being is born with the vital energy of heaven and earth, but it slowly dissipates upon entering the world, leaving little behind. The older a person gets, the less remains.

Therefore, most ordinary creatures are always healthy when they are young, but become weak and frail due to various diseases when they are old.

Those who are born weak have insufficient vitality when they are born, and their vitality is lost while in the womb.

For ordinary people, their vital energy decreases from birth and does not increase. However, with the method of cultivation, this vital energy can be gradually accumulated.

When the vital energy is absorbed into the body, it can strengthen the body at a light level. At a high level, this vital energy can be used to perform various magical skills.

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Chen Yan started practicing this method of transporting vital energy the day after he received the booklet.

That night, I felt a slight sensation in the upper, middle and lower dantians, and my whole body felt as if it was slightly absorbing the vital energy of heaven and earth into my body - just like soaking in warm water, washing my body inside and out over and over again.

After finally achieving the state where the vital energy entered his body, Chen Yan concluded that he had achieved the basics.

That night, in the middle of the night, I suddenly felt unbearable abdominal pain, jumped out of bed and ran straight to the bathroom.

Then, I ran five or six times that night!
In the end, Chen Yan was completely exhausted and simply didn't go back to the house. He just took a pillow and sat on the toilet with his head against the wall.

Chen Yan actually had some fantasies in his mind that day:
I've seen this symptom in an old online article. Is it true that the purpose of practicing martial arts is to cleanse the marrow and expel impurities from the body?
Is this wave the Renaissance?
It was not until the next day that I realized it was gastroenteritis.

I didn't eat for two days before the old lady's funeral and was starving. Then, after I was no longer sad, I ate a lot, and then... my stomach couldn't take it anymore.

However, I don’t know if it’s a psychological reason, but I always feel that after having diarrhea all night, I sleep in the morning and when I get up, my body seems to be much lighter.

Moreover, when practicing this method of transporting vital energy again, the feeling of vital energy entering the body became much smoother. It was not as intermittent as at the beginning, but became weak but continuous.

Well, at this point, Chen Yan was certain that he had officially mastered the method of transporting vital energy.

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The second major category recorded in the booklet is various types of magic.

It's dizzying to see all sorts of things.

There are methods of opening the third eye to observe the aura and people, methods of taking objects from the air, methods of manipulating strange arts to move objects, and methods of killing and punishing evil spirits...

Let me put it this way, Chen Yan felt that it was very mysterious.

The third category is the appraisal of objects - this is very fragmented, similar to the instructions for making some simple magical instruments.

However, Chen Yan cannot use the second and third categories for the time being.

His vitality had just begun to develop, and he hadn't cast any spells yet. As for making magical instruments... there was no sign of it at all.

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During the days he spent dealing with funeral matters in his hometown, Chen Yan insisted on meditating and practicing the "Energy Moving Method" every day - in fact, the book didn't say whether or not one needed to meditate to practice this, but Chen Yan thought about the many movies, TV shows, and novels he had watched, and it seemed that whenever practicing martial arts, they all used this posture.

As for the "Qiyun Zhoushu" that can calculate luck, Chen Yan calculated it for himself seven or eight times every day.

According to the luck calculation method, my luck has been pretty good recently. It can’t be called extremely lucky, but overall, I should have some luck.

Chen Yan waited for two or three days, and finally on the night before leaving home, he went to the village chief's house to express his gratitude on his way home.

Found five dollars.

Then calculate your own luck...it's just a flat line.

This... is considered spiritual, right?

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A few hours later, a tired Chen Yan walked out of the Hong Kong Airport, carrying the fake Rimowa suitcase he had bought from Taobao half a year ago. Looking at the unfamiliar streets, he still felt like he was in a dream.

The port city is not big, but prices are high, including taxis. A bottle of mineral water in the supermarket costs several yuan.

I looked at the time and it was around two in the afternoon.

Don't go to the hotel, go straight to the bank!
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A street in Central, Hong Kong.

Looking at the obviously imposing building in front of me.

I looked at the sign carefully and made sure I was in the right place - it was the Hong Kong branch of a long-established private bank with British capital, which was said to have a long history.

Chen Yan took a deep breath and walked into the hall.

Unlike the banks in mainland China, which are always bustling with people and many retired men and women come to enjoy the air conditioning, the lobby of this private bank is not very spacious and is deserted. There is no huge closed counter like those in domestic banks.

Behind a reception desk sat a female employee in professional attire, who appeared to be a local Hong Kong girl.

Seeing Chen Yan walk in a suspicious manner, the female employee immediately stood up, smiled politely, and said something in English.

Chen Yan was a poor student and his English score was just above the passing line in school.

He frowned, "Can you speak standard Longguo language? I have business to attend to."

The polite professional smile on the female employee's face remained unchanged, but her eyes clearly showed...hmm.

Chen Yan stared into the other person's eyes and took out the hexagonal key from his pocket.

The female employee's expression became serious for a moment, then she immediately smiled again. She picked up the phone on the table, dialed a few numbers, and said something.

Two minutes later.

"Hello sir, I'm Luca Sommer, our bank's director of clients in the Asia-Pacific region. It's an honor to serve you."

Standing in front of me was a handsome old white man in a suit and tie. He looked like a pure-blooded old white man.

Unexpectedly, this handsome old white guy speaks quite standard Chinese.

Chen Yan looked at the Hong Kong girl behind the reception desk.

Nowadays, many foreigners are learning Longguo language in order to do business with Longguo people, but some local people in Hong Kong are still pretending to be pretentious and think that it is a disgrace for them to speak Longguo language?
Two-word evaluation: cheap!
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The handsome old white man asked Chen Yan to show his account and keys, sent someone to check, and soon took Chen Yan into a VIP elevator.

"Your account is our VIP account and is located in the bank's underground vault. According to regulations, you can store or withdraw any of your belongings at will."

Chen Yan knew this. He had looked it up online before coming here. This old private bank's safe deposit service only recognized the key, not the person. Customers didn't even need to leave any specific personal information.

Hmm...it seems to be very convenient for doing some shady things.

The handsome old white man took Chen Yan to the underground safe, and then accompanied by him and two people who should be security guards, Chen Yan entered a room.

Sommer pointed to another door in the room: "Your private vault is inside..."

Isn't it a safe?

Is it a [library]?
Chen Yan was a little surprised.

"We are only authorized to accompany guests up to this point. The first door of the room can be opened with your account code, and the door to the safe inside can only be opened with your exclusive key. I wish you a pleasant stay."

After Sommer finished speaking, he politely retreated out the door with two security guards.

Chen Yan watched the door close and took a deep breath.

There was another password door in the room, and the account code was entered.

After the door opened, there was a passage that was not too narrow.

It is about three to five meters long, and at the end is a full metal door.

Chen Yan's heart was pounding. He walked over and found the keychain on the door. With trembling fingers, he took out the hexagonal key, inserted it into the key hole, and twisted it gently.

After a series of clicking sounds came from inside the door, the round metal door slowly opened.

Standing outside the door of the safe, Chen Yan took a look inside at the various golden lights, his eyes filled with excitement, happiness, and shock!
"Grandma... you really didn't lie to me!!"

At this moment, Chen Yan was so happy that he almost had a cerebral hemorrhage!
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