Chapter 28: Seeing the Subtle and Knowing the Manifest

  Lei Xing rubbed his head, smiled awkwardly: "Actually, before you came, Qing Niao didn't have a head coach position at all. It just so happens that in the near future, there will be an International Fitness Alliance's triennial assessment of member units. My sister thinks Qing Niao has developed too quickly and is drawing too much attention, fearing that someone might secretly sabotage us. So she discussed with me to prepare for a rainy day, finding an expert to take charge here, in case something unexpected happens."

  "I was thinking of going back to Beijing in a few days to find my old master and ask him to use his connections with his old friends to introduce me to an expert, but I just happened to run into you, which saves me a lot of trouble."

  Lei Xing smiled and chuckled, at this time the elevator had already reached the top floor, the digital display was actually 49 floors. Wang Chan hadn't noticed before, only now did he realize that the Qing Niao Building was so tall.

  The Great Expansion is fifty, the Heavenly Expansion is forty-nine. The number seven... It seems that this older sister of Lei Xing is also an unusual woman, who actually knows the principle of "when things are full, they will be depleted, and when the moon is depleted, it will be full". This building can't be built higher, but the number forty-nine is already the ultimate of Heavenly Expansion. If there's more or less, it will always lack many changes and vitality!

  "When you built this building, didn't you find many feng shui masters?"

  "No way, boss, you can even guess this? Honestly, my elder sister is a very stubborn person, and she's almost identical to our family's old master in terms of temperament. She has a bad temper and is infatuated with Feng Shui numerology. When she was young, she studied under a famous Yi University professor in Beijing, so when building the Qing Niao Building later on, whether it was choosing the location or designing it, almost everything was done by her alone."

  As they spoke, the two of them walked out of the elevator and in front of them was an ancient, fragrant sandalwood gate. Below it were eight short ceramic vases, each one crystal clear and translucent like white jade. Inside, many red goldfish swam back and forth. On the surface of the water in each vase, several pink lotus flowers bloomed one after another, with three or five floating lotus leaves. The sight was elegant and refreshing.

  After passing through a large mysterious gate, the entire 49th floor is fully revealed. The decoration style here is truly "Chinese style", with taishi chairs, eight immortal tables, big red lanterns hanging high, ink and wash paintings, broken ink calligraphy, jade stone porcelain, dazzling to the eye, and on the ground there are also thick woolen carpets that sink into the soles of the feet.

  Before he could take a few steps forward, a young man in his early twenties, wearing a snow-white karate uniform, came walking towards him with big strides. This young man was tall and lean, with well-proportioned leg muscles, and walked with a gait that seemed to bring the wind with him. His eyes shone brightly, full of spirit, and at first glance, he looked just like Lei Xing, also specializing in legwork.

  "Director Lei!" The young man first bowed to Lei Xing and then said, "The president has been waiting for you in the office for a while. Please go in as soon as you arrive."

  He finished speaking and bowed his head, King Xian looked at him with a puzzled expression, his eyebrows furrowed: "Is this the chief coach introduced by General Lei to our Qing Niao? I am Wu Jie, I don't know which school or faction you come from, what kind of kung fu do you practice?"

  Between words, his voice was cold and stern, somewhat impolite. In his eyes, a hint of disdain had already begun to seep out, directed at Wang Chan's body.

  "Hey, Wu Jie, what's with you? You're just a small-time karate instructor. What are you doing sneaking up to the top floor all the time? I brought these people here myself, do they need you interrogating them? Scram, don't just stand there blocking the way."

  He heard the condescending tone in his words, and before Wang Chan could speak, Lei Xing had already glared at him with both eyes, loudly reprimanding him in front of this "outsider". Not giving Wu Jie any face at all.

  "Lei is the president's brother, so he naturally has the qualifications to introduce people to Qingniao. However, Lei should not forget that among the dozen or so martial arts schools of Qingniao, big and small, each one has someone who must obtain the position of head coach." Wu Jie's face turned iron-gray, his nose let out a cold hum, and his gaze swept over Wang Chan. Although he turned around and walked away, the expression on his face and the malice revealed in his words were already clear and evident.

  "This guy also wants to be the head coach!" Wang Chan suddenly stuck out his tongue and lightly licked his upper and lower lips, thinking that there was something interesting about this young bird.

  "This guy is a coach in our karate gym, typical of someone who can't satisfy his desires. He sees a beautiful woman and can't move on, originally when Zhou Lin's daughter first came he was bothering her, now I don't know what kind of idea he has come up with, actually making advances towards my sister! And now he's even running upstairs again. Doesn't he dare to take a good look at himself? He's not worthy!"

  As he walked further in, Wang Chan noticed the change in the surroundings and space. Although it was still a traditional decoration style, the interior design became more exquisite as he went deeper. Along the way, most of what he saw were intricately carved doors and windows made of red wood, with a style that gradually approached the elegance and luxury of the Ming and Qing dynasties. Although it couldn't compare to the ancient simplicity and grandeur of the Longle Palace in Red Sleeve Forest, the layout here was more in line with the kind of luxurious beauty described in ancient books. The place wasn't big, but like a sparrow, although small, it had all its vital organs intact.

  Especially the calligraphy and paintings on the walls along the way, the antique vases placed in the corridors, all exude a subtle and elegant atmosphere that calms the mind.

  "It feels very comfortable here!" Wang Chan looked around and was secretly surprised at the owner's broad-mindedness: "Coming from the same family, it seems that this unseen master is stronger than Lei Xing by more than a little."

  "It was all arranged by my elder sister herself, she's a person who loves nature and originally didn't want to get involved in these business matters, but there's no choice, the old man's word is law, nobody dares to disobey. So when they were building this high-rise, they specifically left the top floor for her, saying it was to find peace amidst chaos, and enjoy the true meaning of nature! Anyway, my sister is a weird person, later when you meet her, be careful, don't offend the boss before work starts, or else even I won't be able to save you."

  Lei Xing said, stretching out his hand to push open a door, inside was a very large living room.

  Wang Chan's eyes immediately fell on a large eight-foot "zhong tang" hanging on the wall opposite him.

  Above, the brush was full of ink and wrote a big "Dao" character. The Dao character was several feet square, with ink dripping down, although it was written on paper, but when it fell into Wang Chan's eyes, it seemed like a huge black dragon, winding through the clouds, with horns and claws, as if it were about to pounce directly from the wall into his eyes.

  "Good calligraphy!" Wang Chan's face suddenly changed, "To be able to write this Taoist character to such a degree, it's likely that the person is already a master of medium to high level. Especially this character, its style and structure are naturally formed, written in one breath, whether it's good or bad is secondary, what's rare is the artistic conception revealed in this character."

  "Hmm, Mr. Wang is indeed a connoisseur, able to grasp the meaning of this calligraphy. It's truly rare. This was written by one of my teachers before I left Beijing, specifically for me to use as a tool to calm my mind and focus my spirit. Many people have come here before, but only Mr. Wang has been able to express its true meaning. Leiting is somewhat neglecting the gentleman."

  As soon as Wang Chan finished speaking, a low cry of surprise suddenly came from the inner room of the reception hall. A woman hastily emerged from behind an eight-panel screen with a landscape painting on it. The woman had a stern face and wore a relatively loose-fitting black suit. Her long hair was pulled back and secured at the top of her head with a white silver hairpin, which made her look like a female Taoist nun from ancient times.

  Although it feels a bit strange, being in this ancient-colored room with a bold and unrestrained calligraphy on the wall, for some reason, I always feel that the cold and stern woman in front of me has an inexplicable and extraordinary temperament.

  At this time, Wang Chan had shifted his attention from the words and paintings on the wall to the woman in front of him.

  He has been practicing the Thirteen Guards and Cross-Training for over twenty years, and in terms of his mastery of internal energy and blood circulation, he is already a true master of martial arts. As such, his demeanor is also vastly different from that of ordinary people.

  Ordinary people look at others only on the surface, but Wang Chan looks at people directly through to their bones. In his eyes, he no longer stops at ordinary observation of the skin, but instead follows the direction of blood circulation and can see a person's tendons, bones, blood, and physical quality with just one glance.

  The woman standing in front of him, named Lei Ting, had a well-proportioned physique, neither fat nor thin, neither tall nor short. Her face was fair and radiant, with a gentle glow that seemed to emanate from within. Her breathing was soft and long, like a gentle stream, and every inhalation and exhalation seemed to be a smooth and powerful flow. Just by listening, one could tell that she was well-versed in the internal styles of boxing, and her attainments were not low.

  In addition to her right hand being slightly darker than her left, her fingers were also slightly thicker and more powerful. The tiger's mouth had a thick layer of calluses, and her eyes occasionally emitted a cold and piercing light, making it easy to guess that Lei Xing's sister was an expert in swordsmanship.

  Wang Chan's eyes flashed with a hint of light, and he immediately took in some subtle features on Lei Ting's body, also gaining a preliminary understanding of this woman.

  Although he hadn't specifically practiced with a sword, Wang Chan was skilled with the large spear. Similarly, as an extension of his body's external cold weapon, he naturally knew that those who practiced with weapons would have different manifestations on their hands due to differences in force points.

  People who have practiced swordplay for many years will develop calluses on the tiger's mouth and fingertips of their sword hand.

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