Although the distraction caused by Qiu Wuji temporarily subsided, Chu Ge’s writing ti was still not abundant.
Because there were more things to do now.
Running and push-ups were still being done. This was fundantal physical fitness. Not to ntion the need to practice them perfectly, but having excess fat to the point of panting after running ans that one definitely needs to practice more.
ditation is done once in the morning and once at night. The current ditation is not just about circulating Qi along the ridians, but also follows the direction of the Golden Bell Shield to practice it. In professional terms, this ans that the Golden Bell Shield technique is the foundation of his practice.
Thinking of this, Chu Ge couldn’t help but shed tears. How did he unknowingly beco this way?
Luckily, he didn’t write about a body strengthening technique that required sothing like ‘Pure Yang Body’. Chu Ge always felt that this kind of technique is not scientific. Since n don’t have hymps, how do you know a Pure Yang body is pure? Doesn’t masturbating count as losing Yang energy? Does that an people with Pure Yang body can’t masturbate otherwise they won’t have pure Yang energy anymore?
It doesn’t make sense, right?
In addition to practicing the Golden Bell Shield, the soul must also be tempered so that one cannot be controlled by others so easily. Even without such a serious concern, Chu Ge did not want his thoughts to be read by others. That is not a good feeling.
The ti for ditation has been extended to more than twice what it was before.
In addition to this, he also needs to practice body movent techniques. He cannot just take a beating, right? At least, he needs to be able to run away when things go wrong.
In the short term, practicing body movents involves nimble and agile techniques, which don’t necessarily require outdoor practice and can be done indoors. Is the place cluttered with stuff? That’s even better. The idea is to be able to move comfortably in a complex space.
Chu Ge strolled around the room, feeling a sense of ease and relaxation in his pajamas… He felt that his style was becoming more and more peculiar.
Stepping lightly and nimbly, and then shouting loudly with the Golden Bell Shield technique, what kind of style was that?
Chu Ge didn’t even think about how to train his attacking techniques in the future. Instead, he was thinking about which styles to mix and match to create an interesting and amusing effect.
All in all, all these exercises add up to about three hours. Although it does not take up as much ti as his previous job and part-ti work, it seems to take longer and longer as he progresses. By the ti he reaches Qiu Wuji’s level, just one session of ditation can be counted in months or even years. How will he have ti to write then?
Oh well, that is probably a change that will only co after decades of practice. At least, it is unlikely to reach that level within the ti of writing this book, so there should be no problem.
On the contrary, his ntal state was getting better as he practiced and his writing beca smoother, which actually increased his efficiency.
In the past, staying up all night to write was a record-breaking achievent, but now it’s just routine.
As he practices and writes at the sa ti, two days quickly pass by. Qiu Wuji has not returned yet, but his classmates have co for a gathering.
Chu Ge straightened his clothes and looked at himself in the mirror. He suddenly felt like he didn’t recognize himself anymore.
He’s still handso… Well…
But he has too much spirit and energy now. He stood tall and his eyes were bright.
If he had this spirit and energy during his blind date with Gu Ruoyun, would her reaction have been different? Who cares, what’s the point of thinking about it? After all, everything that has happened is because of Qiu Wuji.
…
“Hey, the great writer is here so early.”
The restaurant they booked for the gathering is not bad, but unfortunately, Lao Hong booked it too late and they could only get a table in the hall. There weren’t many people attending the gathering, but they have at least two tables. Private rooms are hard to co by, so they all just settled in the hall. Chu Ge found his table, where Lao Hong was already sitting with his wife – who was also their classmate. They were among the first to arrive, and everyone was admiring Chu Ge. “Wow, you’re getting more and more handso. Why couldn’t we see that back then?”
Chu Ge ran his hand through his hair. “n beco more attractive as they age. Won’t the ones who didn’t pursue back then regret it?”
“Get out of here,” Lao Hong laughed. “You were too weird back then – and you’re still pretty weird now. You never participate in any activities, never play basketball or soccer, and spend your days either in the internet cafe or hiding in your dorm reading novels. You’re like a ghost – who would want to pursue you?”
Soone else chid in, “Well, that’s what writers are like.”
Everyone laughed.
Chu Ge smiled faintly. This kind of laughter used to make him feel a little uncomfortable, like they were teasing him. For example, back then, when the rest of them were in the internet cafe all day, didn’t that make them disappear too? Aren’t they all the sa? How co just because he’s a writer, even those things that are the sa for everyone else becos his special quirks that everyone can bring up anyti?
But now, he doesn’t really feel that way anymore.
She said he writes very well.
So who cares what these guys say?
He didn’t reply and went straight to his seat. “Did Wuyang not co?”
Lao Hong said, “He’s the chief of the bureau’s major departnt. He’s busy all the ti. He originally said he might have to work overti today, but then he said he was free and could co.”
A classmate asked, “Is it okay for governnt officials to have a public banquet and sit in such an eye-catching hall?”
Another female classmate said, “Beyond eight hours and weekends, it’s perfectly normal for classmates to get together. You always make things too complicated for governnt officials. Police officers are people too, as long as they don’t wear their uniforms.”
This female classmate was nad Zhang Manli and was also a governnt official. It was said that she worked in civil affairs.
Chu Ge thought for a mont and wondered if he could get any help from the civil affairs departnt regarding Qi Wuji’s identity… He sighed and decided to network for the sake of her.
Just as he was thinking about buttering up a few words, he suddenly felt sothing in his heart. He turned his head to look at the hotel entrance.
Lin Wuyang was entering the door.
Almost at the sa ti, another group of people parked outside, and soone got out of the car.
Lin Wuyang subconsciously turned his head and saw Zhang Qiren getting out of the car.
Zhang Qiren was taken aback, apparently not expecting to run into Lin Wuyang here. The two locked eyes for a few seconds, and Zhang Qiren gave a polite smile. “I didn’t expect to run into Chief Lin here. Are you here for dinner?”
Lin Wuyang slowly said, “Don’t tell this hotel is also yours?”
“Oh, no, no. I’m just here to treat a friend to dinner. Don’t get the wrong idea, Chief Lin. I don’t have that much money.”
“No matter who you’re treating as your ‘friend,’” Lin Wuyang said coldly as he turned around and walked into the hall. “As long as you have the money, that’s all that matters…”
His words seed to be mocking and warning at the sa ti. Zhang Qiren didn’t reply, he just smiled and watched him walk into the hall.
Then his gaze slightly froze, finally showing a look of surprise–he saw Lin Wuyang walking happily towards one of the tables in the hall, and there was a familiar face sitting at the table, also looking at him in surprise.
Chu Ge.
His eyes were almost popping out of his head.
Zhang Qiren turned his head to look at his followers behind him, and then looked down at his expensive clothes. He face was bit hot, as if he felt embarrassed that Chu Ge had seen him.
Others would feel proud to see their old friends when they have money, but when Zhang Qiren saw Chu Ge looking at him, he felt ashad. He took a mont to reflect on his emotions and laughed at himself.
“Big brother?” one of his followers asked, confused.
“Oh, nothing,” Zhang Qiren composed himself and smiled again. “Big Ear, pay attention to what they’re talking about at that table, and be careful.”
“I got it,” A man with large ears beside him replied with a laugh.
Zhang Qiren smiled and glanced at Chu Ge again before turning and going upstairs.
His QQ had been bombarded by ssages from Chu Ge: “Zhang Qiren, you said you were going ho to die, but it turns out you inherited a fortune!!!”
He sighed and checked his phone.
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