Let the true energy circulate for a while

……

For people who sleep well, a night passes in the blink of an eye.

Early in the morning, Los Angeles Secret Service.

Qin Shifan came out of the second-floor lounge and looked towards the courtyard, where he saw a person sitting cross-legged under a big tree.

"Did Chen Ye sit there all night?"

"Yes, I've been meditating."

In the courtyard, Chen Ye sat cross-legged under a big tree, his hands clasped on his lap, like someone practicing internal energy in a movie.

A single folding bed was set up next to him. Chen Jianbin refused to go back to his room and wanted to stay with his son. He stayed up until 4 a.m., but couldn't take it anymore. Now he is covered with a blanket and is fast asleep.

The jade lotus flower was placed in front of Chen Ye. After being exposed to the moonlight all night, it had regained some of its green color, but it was still far from being the same.

Chen Ye tried using his true energy in the middle of the night and found that it didn't work for the time being. He guessed that it should return to its previous color.

The CD is quite long, but at least there's something to look forward to.

Qin Shifan asked, "Get them a brand new set of toiletries later, and have the cafeteria send over two breakfasts."

Secretary: "It's already been arranged, Teacher Qin. Old Kui's claim that there are nine jade lotus flowers is probably not unfounded."

"Any progress?"

"Not yet, but the information team discovered a document recording nine jade flowers in an unearthed artifact."

"explain."

"In 1996, a fragment of silk scroll from the late Tang Dynasty was unearthed from a hoard on the west side of the Chongyang Palace site in Shaanxi Province. The scroll is titled 'The Secret Record of the Gathering of Three Flowers at the Top.' The end of the scroll is inscribed with 'The Occasional Record of Chunyangzi,' which is said to be a manuscript left by Lü Dongbin."

"These kinds of documents are mostly stories about gods and ghosts. The Daoist Canon contains many of them, but we didn't take them seriously at the time."

She took out her phone, opened the photo of the tattered manuscript, and said:

"The Three Flowers are: the Jade Flower, which condenses essence; the Golden Flower, which gathers energy; and the Nine Flowers, which unite spirit. Nine is the origin of extreme Yang. When nine jades return to one, they transform into the Golden Flower. Essence is jade, energy is gold, and spirit is nine. The three share the same origin, like ice turning into water, water turning into energy, and energy turning into ice. They stand alone and unchanging, circulating without ceasing, and can be the mother of all things."

Yan Shifan was completely bewildered: "Translate it."

The secretary thought for a moment and said, "I don't quite understand either. Could it literally mean that nine jade flowers put together make a golden flower?"

"This is too mystical. Consult some Buddhist and Taoist professionals about this document. Remember, find real monks and Taoist priests, not fake ones."

"Good! The two mentally ill people in Xincheng that the Dragon King mentioned yesterday have been contacted and communicated with the hospital. They are on their way to Luocheng."

Qin Shifan nodded: "Okay, then have the experts from the Chinese Academy of Sciences connect with them. Remember, tell his experts not to be too arrogant."

"yes!"

In the courtyard, a father and son squatted on the steps brushing their teeth.

Chen Ye spat out a mouthful of foam, which traveled about half a meter away.

Chen Jianbin raised his eyebrows, gurgled, and sprayed, about a meter away, immediately feeling much better.

"Dad, how do you feel about your condition lately?"

Chen Jianbin said, "There are no physical reactions. I can eat and drink normally. I'll have another check-up next month. Just like you said, if your mind is clear, your body will repair itself."

"Keep it up."

Chen Ye could sense that when the father and son were alone together, the father was sometimes like a child, completely relaxing and letting go of his burdens. However, when there were outsiders around, he would become more reserved and composed.

Old Kui with white hair came running over like a madman, carrying a bag of fried dough sticks. He placed it on the small table in the courtyard, squatted down to look at the slightly discolored jade flower, and clicked his tongue in amazement.

"Young Brother Chen, I have a favor to ask."

"Please speak, senior."

Ouyang Zhaoming said with a worried expression, "Yesterday you said that this item could return to that world. When you go back, please go to Weishan and see if my physical body is still there."

"it is good."

Ouyang Zhaoming laughed heartily, "Come on, you two, have some fried dough sticks. I fried them myself."

The three of them sat together and ate heartily, their laughter filling the air, creating a joyful atmosphere.

A special agent approached carrying a black box. "Dragon King, your equipment."

Chen Jianbin wiped his mouth, a look of delight on his face, and opened the box.

It contains special forces uniforms, guns, magazines, gun licenses, work permits, etc.

Chen Jianbin took out his ID card, and after opening it, he saw that it was stamped with a steel seal, had a number, his name and other basic information. At the bottom line, it was clearly written: Code Name: Dragon King.

He was satisfied, then picked up the gun and aimed it at the distance.

Chen Ye looked surprised. "Dad, what's this?"

Chen Jianbin tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with fervor. "Although your father can't cultivate true qi, I still want to do something for you. If the opportunity arises in the future, I'm willing to journey with you through the martial world!"

He paused, then suddenly thought of something: "You should learn shooting or something!"

Chen Ye nodded.

The special operations officer said, "Dragon King, our unit has an underground shooting range and a special training ground. If you need them, I can register you."

After breakfast, Yuhua was placed in the sun to try to absorb sunlight, and several special agents took turns guarding and watching over her.

Chen Ye and his son traveled by car to a military base 40 kilometers away.

This is a military special training ground.

Passing through two heavy explosion-proof and soundproof doors, you enter an underground shooting range. Cold white light strips are embedded in the walls and ceiling, 15-meter and 25-meter chest ring targets are arranged, and sound-absorbing cotton covers the four walls.

"We meet again." A tall and slender female special agent stepped forward.

Chen Ye recognized her as the female agent, codenamed Thunderbolt, whom he had previously knocked unconscious. Chen Jianbin claimed he was being monitored, so the father and son conspired to lure her into the room. Without a word, Chen Ye delivered a swift chop to her neck and knocked her down!

"Did I hurt you last time?"

Thunderbolt remained expressionless, choosing to evade the topic, and said, "I am your firearms instructor."

Chen Jianbin chose a Type 92G 9mm special operations pistol with a matching double-stack magazine.

"This is different from what we used in the military before."

"Let's start with the hard rules," Thunder's voice was crisp. "On the training field, guns are never pointed at people."

While explaining, she first demonstrated the gun inspection process: removing the magazine, pulling the slide back, visually checking that there are no bullets in the chamber, releasing the slide, pulling the trigger in the neutral position, and engaging the safety.

Chen Ye looked at it intently, thinking that if he added the "Thousand Illusions Step" to his name and fired a shot unexpectedly, he might be able to make a name for himself at the martial arts tournament.

The explanation and demonstration are still ongoing.

Chen Jianbin stood in perfect posture, raised his gun, the sights, notch, and bullseye aligned perfectly, held his breath, pre-pressed the trigger, and gently pulled it—a muffled "bang".

"The feeling I missed is back."

Chen Ye also fired a pistol for a while, experiencing the power of technology.

Gunshots rang out across the firing range, and the figures of an old man and a young man were clearly visible under the lights.

Pili is strict and rigid, and he corrects Chen Ye's posture from time to time!

Chen Ye asked doubtfully, "On a real battlefield, wouldn't standing at attention make you a sitting duck?"

"The battlefield is ever-changing, so of course you can't just stand still. You're a beginner, so you need to build a solid foundation. It's the same principle as martial arts practitioners practicing a horse stance."

The Secret Service's training uniform is a black bodysuit. For some reason, Pili wore light makeup and perfume today.

Pili has a great physique, probably due to long-term training. Her breasts aren't particularly large, but they're not small either, and they're very firm.

"Your gun-drawing technique is wrong, let me teach you."

Pili stood behind Chen Ye, one hand wrapping around his back and gently pressing against Chen Ye's chest. "Don't stick your waist out, oh, your pectoral muscles are so warm."

She supported Chen Ye's forearm with her other arm, pressed her cheek against his ear, and said sternly, "Take a deep breath. Do you see that hole in the target?"

"Um."

"Okay, aim, the sights, the notch, and the bullseye are all in a straight line." Because it was a one-on-one shooting instruction, Pili held his hand and spoke with her red lips almost touching Chen Ye's cheek.

Chen Ye: "Oh, okay, my ears are a little itchy."

Pili said seriously, "Focus. Have you ever shot a gun? When shooting, you can't get distracted. Concentration is very important."

"Never fought it."

"Okay, pull! Pull the trigger!"

boom!

Pili was overjoyed, his face beaming with pride: "I won!"

Chen Ye was also very happy. He tilted his head, and the two almost bumped into each other. He quickly tilted his head back and said somewhat embarrassedly, "Thank you, Pili."

"You're welcome. By the way, my name is Nana."

Chen Ye thought for a moment and then said:

"Nana? Graceful and elegant, she lives up to her name and has an outstanding appearance. Today, I am deeply grateful for your careful instruction."

Pili didn't quite understand, but she could sense that the other person was praising her.

"You have a really funny way of talking."

Throughout, Chen Ye maintained an innocent and harmless expression. "I'm not good at praising people, please excuse me, young lady."

Pili felt a sense of ease and control over the situation:

"No need to be so formal and polite. Haven't you ever had a girlfriend before?"

Chen Ye: "I time-traveled when I was eight years old. The word 'girlfriend' didn't exist in that world."

Chen Ye didn't say the rest. There were indeed no terms like "girlfriend" or "friends with benefits" on that side; instead, they used terms like "sweetheart," "beauty," "beloved," "confidante," "wife," and so on…

Pili suppressed his secret joy, "There aren't many men like you anymore."

She could tell that Chen Ye was a rather innocent person; he didn't understand girls' feelings and must be someone who was focused on practicing martial arts over there.

Chen Ye: "Why do you say that, young lady?"

Pili sighed, "Perhaps the world over there is more feudal about matters between men and women. Chen Ye, you are very good and very special. Keep it up."

Chen Ye was speechless.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Pili thought he had said something wrong and quickly explained, "What I mean is, if it were someone as handsome as you in this era, he would probably be a womanizer. I'm always good at judging people, and you'll be a devoted and good man in the future."

"Ah!!!" Chen Jianbin suddenly covered his ears and ran frantically. He couldn't bear to watch or listen anymore. "I request to change shooting ranges!!"

As he ran, he recalled the conversation he and his son had at the cold noodle stall:

Dad, maybe you misjudged me before, but I want to say that you still misjudged me now. I am still me.

……

At the Los Angeles Special Operations Division, Qin Shifan stood before the jade flower and sighed.

"It's been a day and a night. I wonder how Men Gun is doing now. This kid is pitiful. He lacked parental love since he was little. I raised him myself. He has a strange personality. He likes to execute prisoners. I know that's his way of relieving stress. I really don't want anything to happen to him."

The secretary comforted him, "It's alright, maybe the mute really likes that world over there."

"Teacher Qin, the information team has important news to report!!" A special agent ran over quickly.