"How strange?" Chen Ying hurriedly asked.
"It's hard to say," Wang Yao said after thinking for a moment. He still hadn't figured out the cause of Chen Zhou's illness.
"Did your brother like martial arts novels when he was young?"
"Yes, he liked them very much," Chen Ying said.
"Did he practice martial arts when he was young?"
"Yes, I did, but I stopped after I got injured again."
"Injured? Where was he injured?"
"His neck."
"Neck?" Wang Yao remembered it in his heart.
"When was it?"
"When he was seven years old," Chen Ying said.
"When did he get this strange illness?"
"When he was 10 years old."
"Well, okay."
It had been three years since he became middle-aged. It seemed that there was no necessary connection. After all, it had been quite a long time.
After coming out of the treatment center, Wang Yao treated Chen Ying to lunch. The location was an authentic Jiangnan restaurant.
There were all kinds of restaurants in Jing City. Although Wang Yao was a northerner, he had a special liking for southern cuisine, especially after he had eaten Huaiyang cuisine several times. He liked it even more.
There was no decent Huaiyang cuisine restaurant in Haiqu. After all, the audience there was relatively small. Huaiyang cuisine was particular, and the price was not low. However, Beijing was different. It was inclusive. There was nothing you couldn't eat.
"Do you like Huaiyang cuisine?" Through this period of contact, Chen Ying had a certain understanding of Wang Yao's living habits, especially since she prepared his daily meals every day.
"Well, I like it very much," Wang Yao said with a smile.
"Shall I cook Huaiyang cuisine for you every day in the future?"
"You don't have to do that. Just make it simple. The dishes you cook are quite delicious," Wang Yao said.
"Thank you."
The decoration in the restaurant had the charm of a Jiangnan water town. The dishes were served relatively slowly, but they were very delicate and tasteful. The taste was also good.
After lunch, they were not in a hurry to go back. Instead, they went to Beihai Park.
As the most famous park in Beijing and even the country, Beihai Park was indeed very good. It had mountains and water, as well as scenic spots and historical sites, grass, trees, insects, and fish. There were also many people who came here.
"This was a royal garden during the Ming and Qing dynasties, right?"
"Yes."
"The ancient emperors really knew how to enjoy themselves!" Wang Yao sighed.
"Yes, this North Sea Park used to be part of the royal gardens," Chen Ying said.
In the capital, there were several other royal gardens like this. The largest and most famous one had already been destroyed by a huge fire, becoming an eternal regret.
There was a lake in the park and the area was quite large.
The rain was still falling from the sky, but it was already very light.
Water.
Wang Yao gazed at the rippling lake water, as if he was enlightened.
Chen Ying, who was at the side, saw that he was lost in thought as he stared at the lake. He did not disturb him and stood quietly at the side.
On a whim, Wang Yao released his Internal Breath and tried to establish some kind of connection with the rippling lake through the guidance of his Qi. As a result, he succeeded. If the previous Qi between heaven and earth was a thin veil, then the lake water was a thick cotton cloth. It was easier to feel, but also harder to control.
Rise!
Wang Yao probed. Then, a wave rose. It was only tens of centimeters high, and it quickly fell back down.
What?!
Chen Ying, who was at the side, saw this scene and was stunned.
Was it a coincidence?
She looked at Wang Yao again.
Rise again!
This time, Wang Yao gently pushed his hand.
Splash!
Not far below the water surface, waves rose up.
It was not a coincidence!
Chen Ying was completely dumbfounded.
What was this? Was this a supernatural ability, or had his Kung Fu cultivation reached a certain level of Oneness of Heaven and Men, and could already borrow the power of nature?
No, I still lack something. I am not skilled enough.
After several experiments, Wang Yao gave up.
He looked at the stunned Chen Ying and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"
"Sir, what is this?"
"Kung Fu."
"This is also Kung Fu?!" Chen Ying said. In her opinion, this was close to Taoism.
"Yes, when you reach the depths, you can communicate with heaven and earth," Wang Yao calmly said.
Logically speaking, Kung Fu at the beginning was to strengthen the body, and then it was to fight. When it reached a high level, it was a kind of Taoism. While strengthening oneself, one should be able to generate some kind of resonance with heaven and earth.
"I didn't expect you to have reached this level."
It was not that Chen Ying had never seen a Kung Fu master. She had seen people who could be called masters. But to be able to communicate with heaven and earth with a wave of the hand, this kind of cultivation, she used to think that this kind of cultivation would only appear in Kung Fu novels or movies. She did not expect to see it with her own eyes, and it happened to such a young man.
His real age was probably younger than her. Even if he started to practice Kung Fu in his mother's womb, it would only be a little more than 20 years. Many people practiced Kung Fu for 20 years and only learned the surface. However, his spirit had already reached such a level. It seemed that there were really geniuses in the world.
"Let's go, let's have a look at other places."
"Okay."
The two of them walked around Beihai Park. Both of them were people who practiced Kung Fu, and the environment here was good. Because there was a lot of water, it was a little moist when breathing. It was not as dry as other places. However, this puddle of water could not change the dry climate of the entire capital.
It was almost evening when the two of them left.
"Not bad." This time, Wang Yao had gained something again. He was in a good mood.
"What do you want to eat tonight?"
"Anything."
"Huaiyang cuisine?"
"No, it's not necessary. Just make something simple. My mouth is not that picky," Wang Yao said with a smile.
"You cook well now, but when I go back home, no one will cook for me."
This was a joke. When he was in Dao, he had also tasted Tong Wei's cooking. It was also quite good.
"Then don't leave," Chen Ying said with a smile.
In fact, the most important task assigned to her by the Su family was to take care of Wang Yao's meals and provide other help to the best of her ability. At the same time, she was given an impossible task, which was to persuade Wang Yao to stay in Beijing as much as possible without arousing his disgust.
Both the Su family and the Guo family hoped that such a young man with excellent medical skills would stay and serve them.
Haha. Wang Yao just laughed.
Was Beijing good? Of course, it was good. The medical care, education, and other basic facilities in Beijing were undoubtedly the best in the country. Otherwise, there would not be a large number of Beijing drifters. Their dream was to stay in Beijing. However, Wang Yao did not particularly like Beijing.
Beijing was too big and too prosperous. It lacked tranquility and nature. This might be because he had studied Natural Classics. He preferred to be close to nature, such as on Nanshan Hill.
It was already dark when he returned to the small courtyard.
Chen Ying quickly made a few side dishes and a bowl of porridge.
It was a simple meal. Wang Yao enjoyed it very much.
"Sister Ying, where else have you been besides Beijing?"
While eating, the two of them chatted casually.
"Hu City, Lin 'an, Ji …" Chen Ying said the names of some cities. In her early years, she had been to many places.
"Yes," Wang Yao replied.
"Maybe I should also walk around."
In the treatment center where Chen Ying's brother was.
"Still no signs of illness?"
"No, his mind is very normal."
"That's strange!"
Chen Zhou's attending doctor was puzzled. Half a day had passed, but there were still no signs of a relapse. This was really abnormal. He knew this patient very well. Sometimes he was awake, and sometimes he had a relapse. He was immersed in a woven world. In his records over the years, the longest time he could stay awake was one hour and seventeen minutes, and this was after taking the corresponding medicine. However, today, he had stayed awake for more than eight hours.
"Who did he see today?"
"His sister came. Dean Fu specially arranged a special ward for him."
"Hmm, continue to observe."
"Do we still give him medicine?"
"No, we'll wait until he has an illness."
"Okay."
That night, Chen Zhou did not sleep. He was afraid. He was afraid that he would fall into the complicated dream after waking up and forget who he was again. It was very rare for him to be in such a state of clarity.
"Sister, I really hope I can be like this forever," he whispered. …
In the small courtyard.
Wang Yao recorded today's treatment. At the same time, he also recorded the special feeling in Beihai Park.
The next morning, Wang Yao woke up very early. He was still practicing in the courtyard.
At this time, he focused on the communication between heaven and earth. Boxing was supplementary. From the first glimmer of dawn until the sun rose.
After finishing, Chen Ying had prepared breakfast.
"What's the plan today?"
"I'm going to see Miss Su's illness," Wang Yao said.
"Okay, I'll immediately inform Madam to get ready."
There were some visitors in the Su family's house, but Song Ruiping had told Chen Ying that once it was confirmed that Wang Yao was going to visit, she should inform her in advance. She would reject some guests and entertain Wang Yao as much as possible.
After the meal, the two of them went out.
"By the way, do you practice Tai Chi?" While walking, Wang Yao asked Chen Ying. He had watched her carefully when she was practicing Kung Fu in the yard.
"Tai Chi, Tan Tui, and Grappling," Chen Ying said.
"What about the skill of respiration?"
He found that Chen Ying's breathing had a special rhythm. It was one way when she was practicing martial arts, and another way when she was living a normal life.
"I got it by chance. It comes from Emei," Chen Ying said.
"Okay."
He knew a little about Wulin. When he was in Cangzhou, he had heard the Zhou family mention it. The sects mentioned in the novels were not just imaginary things. For example, sects such as Shaolin, Wudang, Emei, Qingcheng, and Kongtong did exist. They had their own special skills. Ordinary people did not know about them, and they would not easily reveal them.
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