Chapter 52: The Nation's Treasure, Flying Pavilion Net

  The Qing Emperor's Mind Method is the highest method of the Shen Nong School, and Zhang Jun started with Hunyuan Zhuang, which is based on this method. The Nine Energetics of Medical Dao and the Great Luo Divine Needle can only be effective with the assistance of the Qing Emperor's Mind Method.

  So as not to disturb the neighbors, he came alone to the riverbank near the residential area. It was already late at night, and the dark riverbank didn't even have a single figure, which suited him just fine for his cultivation.

  He nailed his feet to the ground and stood out with the frame of the True Wu Mother Fist. However, he had a feeling in his heart that although he could stand out with this frame, it didn't truly belong to him.

  "Lu Yunxiang spent his whole life cultivating and finally stood out with his own true Wu Mu Quan, even if I learned it, it's not my own thing." he thought to himself.

  Just as a calligrapher can imitate the handwriting of ancient and modern masters, it does not mean that they have the same level of calligraphy skills. Unless they can break through on the basis of their predecessors and establish their own style.

  He thought to himself and decided to discard the things of Lu Yunxiang in the true Wu mother fist. This process was obviously more difficult than learning the true Wu mother fist at first, he stood for a whole night, without any breakthrough.

  But he also gained something, he found the direction of his next cultivation step.

  "There are forms, eight extremes, eight trigrams, Spring Chant, Hong Fist, Shaolin Fist and over a hundred other techniques in this framework. It's not easy to forget them all at once. I suppose I can only do it like when I first started learning, forgetting one by one, so that the true Mother of Martial Arts can return to its original simplicity."

  The next day, Zhang Wu and several others returned to Donghai first, while Zhang Jun stayed behind to accompany his parents for a few more days.

  During these days at home, he found various excuses to give Ru Hongmei and Zhang Guozhong massages, secretly using the golden light of his left eye to nourish their bodies. Unbeknownst to them, the couple felt refreshed and invigorated every day, and Zhang Guozhong's leg injury also recovered, and he went to the hospital to have the steel nail removed through surgery.

  After staying at home for a while, waiting until Zhang Guozhong could walk on his own, he decided to leave and head to Pingyuan City.

  Before going to the plain, Zhang Jun and a few people made a phone call. The first one was naturally Hua Bu Yi. Hearing that Zhang Jun asked him to treat the illness for two people, Hua Bu Yi did not shirk and only said that he would arrive tomorrow at noon.

  Zhang Jun then informed Feng Yulong and Xu Feihu. These two people, one to cure the disease, one to be promoted, all want to meet in Pingyuan.

  He finally called Professor Guo. After the phone was connected, he learned that it was Zhang Jun who made the call. Professor Guo was very happy and said: "Xiao Zhang, some time ago I invited experts from all over the country to study the Xuande stove together, and the result shows that it should be the imperial bronze incense burner cast in the third year of Xuande!"

  Zhang Jun didn't think it was unexpected. He had been psychologically prepared for this and smiled, "Old Master Guo, looks like I'm quite lucky. It's rare to have so many experts' opinions unanimous."

  Professor Guo exclaimed: "Because it's too exquisite, whether it's the shape or the color, there's nothing to fault, and the inscriptions inside completely prove its identity as a royal bronze incense burner."

  "Little Zhang, I've handed that thing over to the Zhongyuan University Archaeological Museum for safekeeping. It's not safe keeping it at home. After all, something so valuable, if it gets lost, the old man won't be able to afford it." Having said this, Professor Guo burst out laughing.

  Zhang Jundao said, "Guo's actions are very steady, I have nothing to worry about." Then he said, "I can arrive at the plain this afternoon, my master will also arrive tomorrow, and I will ask him to treat your spinal injury."

  Professor Guo was overjoyed and said: "Little Zhang, thank you so much. After you arrive at the airport, give me a call and I'll have Guo Lan come pick you up."

  After receiving the notice, Zhang Jun rushed to Dongling and then took a plane to Pingyuan City. When he arrived in Pingyuan, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon. Guo Lan had been waiting at the airport gate, and as soon as she saw him, she jumped up and waved her hands, calling out: "Zhang Jun, Zhang Jun..."

  Zhang Jun smiled and walked over, saying: "Beautiful girl, long time no see, you're even more beautiful now."

  Guo Lan came up and gave him a slap on the face with her palm, saying: "You've become handsome too."

  The two of them got into Guo Lan's Buick and headed for Professor Guo's home.

  Professor Guo was originally scheduled to have a class today, but in order to welcome Zhang Jun, he rescheduled his afternoon class. When the two met again, Professor Guo smiled and said: "Little Zhang, I feel that you are different from before."

  Zhang Junxin said of course it's different, I've been practicing hard in the mountains for nine months, but he said: "Really? No wonder Guo Lan said I've become more handsome."

  One sentence made everyone laugh.

  As they entered the living room, Guo Lan poured tea and they exchanged a few words. Suddenly, Professor Guo's expression became somewhat unnatural. Zhang Jun observed his tone and facial expression, smiling: "Uncle Guo, you have something on your mind?"

  Professor Guo sighed and said: "There's something I'm having trouble bringing up."

  Zhang Jun said generously: "As long as I can do it, Aunt Guo just say it."

  Professor Guo said, "Little Zhang, you also know that the Xuande three-year-old imperial bronze incense burner is a priceless treasure. Our Zhongyuan University has few treasures in the archaeological museum established three years ago, so I want to ask if we can rent this Xuande stove for a period of time? In this way, it will make a big name for the Archaeology Department of Zhongyuan University and expand its influence."

  Zhang Jun thought for a moment and nodded: "Of course, it's all the same to me where I store it since I don't plan on selling it anyway."

  Professor Guo was overjoyed and said excitedly: "Xiao Zhang, thank you so much. Zhongyuan University will not take advantage of this for free, we are prepared to pay an annual rent of one million."

  The money wasn't given by Professor Guo, so Zhang Jun naturally didn't make much. He said, "Alright, let's just leave this to Uncle Guo to decide."

  Seeing Zhang Jun being so decisive, Professor Guo was even more delighted, and the two of them chatted happily. During this time, Zhang Jun took the opportunity to ask him for advice on some knowledge about ancient artifacts and calligraphy. By evening, he stayed at Guo's home.

  The next morning, Guo Lan accompanied Zhang Jun to stroll around the entrance of Zhongyuan University. Guo Lan wore a white down jacket and a white scarf, looking very pure. Plus her good looks, she attracted the attention of many male students along the way.

  As I walked to the school gate, four boys wearing sportswear came walking towards me from the front. They looked like they were also students. Each of them was tall and strong, with robust bodies.

  One of them looked at Guo Lan and suddenly lit up, he walked over in a few steps and smiled: "Beauty, we seem to know each other."

  Kuo Lan encountered similar pickup lines many times, so she just calmly said: "Sorry, I don't know you." Then she took Zhang Jun's arm, "And I already have a boyfriend."

  The boy who had been flirting with her felt a wave of embarrassment. He glanced at Zhang Jun, and to his surprise, there was a hint of hostility in his eyes.

  Zhang Jun wasn't interested in this kind of thing, so he didn't even take a look and continued walking forward with Guo Lan. After passing through the school gate and walking a bit further, there was an activity square where Zhang Jun planned to practice his skills.

  Neither of them noticed that the four people behind them whispered to each other and followed suit.

  The square is very large, with a circle of French plane trees planted around it and some flowers and grass in the center. Zhang Jun found a place to stand up and practice his mixed yuan gun, which he does every day.

  Guo Lan looked curious and couldn't help but ask: "What is this skill?"

  "Great skill." Zhang Jun said, "Want to learn?"

  Guo Lan was a lively girl, and upon hearing this, she nodded: "Okay."

  After finishing speaking, she stood in front of Zhang Jun and imitated his stance. However, her posture was clearly not up to standard, so Zhang Jun pointed it out.

  Two people were practicing, and the four young men who had just come over surrounded them. The one who had been chatting smiled and said: "Hey, you're doing stance training! This is Hunyuan Stance, do you know martial arts?"

  Zhang Jun replied faintly: "A little."

  That man turned his head and smiled at several companions, "Did you hear that? He knows kung fu."

  At once, all four of them burst out laughing.

  Guo Lan was unhappy and said: "What's wrong with having skills? Can you guys do it too?"

  That man "heh heh" smiled: "Beauty, I just happen to know a little about San Shou, want to exchange skills with your boyfriend, don't know if he dares or not."

  The other three also followed and shouted: "Kid, do you have the guts to compete? If you lose, stay away from this beauty."

  Zhang Jun still stood there, calmly asking: "What if I win?"

  "Hmm? You're quite confident." The man said with a smile, his expression completely nonchalant.

  "If I win, each of you will have to learn a thousand dog barks, loudly, and run around the square while barking."

  Four people's faces turned ugly at once, one of them angrily said: "You little brat, are you looking for trouble?"