Modern Immortality: My Gain Takes Effect A Hundred Times

Hesheng Manor is about 30 kilometers away from Kong Lingkui, less than an hour's drive away. Thanks to the driver's superb and smooth driving skills, and amid the laughter of the family of three, they quickly reached their destination.

Although the Confucius Mansion is not as big as Hesheng Manor, it still covers an area of ​​more than 100 acres. It is equipped with various facilities and equipment, specially used for Kong Lingkui and other Confucius disciples to practice martial arts, including a martial arts field, a training room, an armory, a Qiwu Pavilion, and a salvia hall. When all the buildings are ready, it is not just talk about being poor and rich in culture and military.

Before getting out of the car, Zhao Wumian heard bursts of vibrant, sweet and crisp chirping of cicadas, and Zhao Wumian couldn't help but close his eyes in comfort.

In my previous life, when I was a child, the chirping of cicadas that helped me sleep every summer disappeared as I grew older and moved into the big city.

Now that he heard the chirping of the cicadas again, Zhao Wumian felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

The long car stopped slowly, and Zhao Wumian and his party opened the door and got out of the car.

As soon as Zhao Wumian got out of the car, he saw a young and middle-aged man with glasses, a short haircut, elegant clothes, and a scholarly look coming over to him.

Zhao Wumian thought for a while, but before he could remember who it was, Kong Ruoling lightly tapped Zhao Wumian on the back of the head and chuckled angrily.

"This is your uncle. We haven't seen each other for a while, so you don't know him?"

Kong Lingkui smiled like Peng Yuyan and was about to say hello to Zhao Wumian, his eldest nephew, when Zhao Hesheng ran over and put his arms around his shoulders.

"You wear these clothes every day. You are obviously not short-sighted and you also wear glasses. No wonder Mian'er doesn't recognize him. Okay, I'm here this time to let Mian'er learn Wen Sheng Quan from you. You can go change your clothes later. , so that this kid can open his eyes." Zhao Hesheng said with a wink as he approached Kong Lingkui.

If an outsider saw this scene, they might be shocked that the chairman of Zhao Sheng Group could be so amiable.

Kong Lingkui nodded helplessly, and then said to Zhao Wumian: "You are here after dinner, right. In this case, let's get straight to the point. Let's go to the martial arts field."

Although he was a little curious about how Kong Lingkui knew that his family had already eaten, he thought it was probably his father who had agreed on the phone in advance, so he didn't think about it in detail.

"Okay uncle, I can't wait to see the famous Wen Shengquan." Zhao Wumian couldn't wait to see it, so he quickly replied.

Zhao Wumian followed Kong Lingkui and stepped across the threshold, which was about 30 centimeters high, and his eyes suddenly became brighter.

It was midsummer, the sun was high and bright, and the scenery inside the mansion was charming. There were two huge martial arts platforms on the left and right, and there were some weapons on the shelves next to them. Thousand-year-old trees were lush and green, scattered in an orderly manner beside the road. There were also some weapons near the ancient trees. There are two small canals with crystal clear water and cicadas chirping. It is a magnificent master's mansion.

"How about it? You haven't been to uncle's place yet. In the past, you didn't like to dance with knives or guns. You only liked to play the game of Naoshizi. Is that as fun as practicing martial arts?" Kong Lingkui patted Zhao Wumian on the shoulder and joked.

"Hey, I've just returned from my lost path. I came to learn martial arts from my uncle. Do you think I might be a late bloomer?" Zhao Wumian wiped his hair and said with a smile.

"Okay, don't be shy. I'll ask Kong Xu from your cousin's family to take you to the practice room first. I'll change my clothes first and I'll be there later." Kong Lingkui said and turned around to change clothes.

Zhao Wumian clearly remembered that he had been staring at Kong Lingkui, but he still didn't see clearly when Kong Lingkui disappeared, and the idea of ​​learning Chinese martial arts became more intense in his heart.

"Cousin, don't look at it. Master, he has already reached the level of ten meters in one step. It's better to go to the practice room with me first." Kong Xu was wearing a practice uniform with a gold-plated Kong character embroidered on his chest. He said while making gestures to guide.

"I am indeed much stronger now, and my skin has turned bronze. Xiaoxu has grown up in the blink of an eye." Kong Ruoling sighed, reached out to hold Zhao Hesheng's arm, and followed Kong Xu to the practice room.

Soon, Zhao Wumian and the others entered the practice room.

As soon as I entered the practice room, I saw a wooden cabinet made of an unknown material. It was filled with various banners, gold cups and gold medals from various competitions from 10 years ago to a year ago, and it was right next to the wooden cabinet. There is still one. Similar to the glass cabinets containing treasures in a museum.

There was a large sword with a ring at least 1.5 meters long inside, shining with a cold light.

"These are all competitions that the master once participated in and won awards, but he doesn't participate in them very much now. According to the master, they are boring." Kong Xu explained the origin of the things in the wooden cabinet.

"I see. It seems that uncle is more powerful than I thought. The sword with the ring over there looks quite majestic. Is uncle still good at the sword?" Zhao Wumian also expressed his doubts.

"Traditional weapons are one inch longer and one inch stronger. Until the body becomes invulnerable, weapons are naturally more advantageous, so basically everyone will have some weapons that they are good at in every martial art." Kong Xu explained to Zhao Wumian.

Then everyone walked through the cabinet and walked into the practice room.

There was a large simple blanket spread on the floor, and a calligraphy and painting hung on the wall in the center of the practice room.

Even people like Zhao Wumian who don't know how to read can feel the majestic and majestic style of writing.

"Writing conveys the Tao, and Wu determines the world."

While Zhao Wumian was admiring the calligraphy and painting, a crisp sound of footsteps came.

"How about my calligraphy and painting, isn't it good? Do you want to guess who wrote it?" The footsteps were deliberately made by Kong Lingkui. Otherwise, if he wanted to get close, no one present would be able to notice it.

Zhao Wumian replied calmly: "These eight characters are in line with the core ideas of Wen Shengquan at first glance. In addition, the nephew saw the calligraphy competition award in the cabinet, so the answer is easy to come out."

Zhao Wumian said confidently. Just as he was about to turn his head and call out Kong Lingkui's name, he was shocked by the scene in front of him and recalled what he was about to say.

Zhao Wumian subconsciously held his breath when he saw a bronze mountain of flesh staring at him with a smile.

It turned out that it was not Roshan, but Kong Lingkui, Zhao Wumian's uncle. Kong Lingkui, who was only wearing training pants, had muscles bulging on his upper body like pieces of gemstones. His arms, which were about the same size as Zhao Wumian's waist, were lying on both sides. In addition, he was close to The height of two meters and the appearance of the frail scholar left an indelible impression on Zhao Wumian's heart.