Chapter 792: The First Gate, Open!

"Your dad asked me to buy a few antiques a few days ago. Daughter, do you have any connections?"

At the dinner table, Aunt Luo Ni said to Miss Luo Quan: "I should have asked you at the time, but I didn't take it too seriously and almost forgot." 【79

Miss Luo Quan was stunned when she heard this and asked, "Why the sudden need to buy antiques? I remember Dad doesn't like collecting these things either."

"Who knows." Aunt Luo Ni shrugged: "If your dad likes them, let him buy them. It's not like he's short on money anyway."

Could it be that Dad knows too?

Miss Luo Quan thought of this possibility and said, "Then I'll look around later to see if there are any, but good antiques don't just appear on the market that easily; we have to wait."

Aunt Luo Ni smiled: "Alright, I'll tell your dad later and let him wait patiently."

"That will probably take quite a while," Miss Luo Quan said, then lowered her head to shovel in a mouthful of rice.

Nowadays, antiques in private hands have basically become the most sought-after resources, often selling for hundreds of millions at the drop of a hat.

And it's a case of having the money but no market.

Whoever has them in their hands now probably won't sell them easily; after all, those big families aren't short on money—what they lack are high-quality antiques that can absorb Qi.

In fact, the two treasures in her home are the best of the best; by being around them day and night, one's constitution can be strengthened imperceptibly.

It's a pity Dad is abroad and can't enjoy this benefit.

However, there are many Chinese antiques scattered overseas; having Dad buy them abroad might actually be simpler.

It's just that I don't know how many people abroad know about the resurgence of Qi; it probably won't be fewer than in China.

After all, the theft at Notre-Dame de Paris became world-famous; these well-known antiques couldn't possibly be sold, and if it were just for collection, there would be no need to go to such great lengths.

If someone with an agenda investigates, they could probably find some clues.

Therefore, it is almost impossible to pick up bargains like before.

Fortunately, she has two of the best treasures in her hands; it really was a huge bargain.

As if sensing their owner's thoughts, Xiaoyu and Dahei ran downstairs, jumping around in the living room.

Miya smiled and said, "These two little guys are really energetic, and they're not just ordinarily smart. Yesterday, when your sister cried, Dahei rolled around on the floor and actually managed to make Luo Xi laugh."

"That happened?" Miss Luo Quan's eyes shone with a spiritual light: "Not bad, Dahei."

"Woof woof!" Dahei barked excitedly twice, as if saying it was a piece of cake.

At this moment, there was movement outside the door. Everyone turned their heads and saw it was Gao Liang.

"Honey!" Miya stood up and flew toward Gao Liang, her smile sweeter than honey.

Gao Liang put down his luggage and stood where he was for a hug.

The two hugged tightly. Dahei looked at the two at the door, then at Miss Luo Quan, feeling that it had become the same kind as its owner at this moment.

Xiaoyu, however, showed disdain and remained calm.

Being single has its own class, alright? Some people are single dogs, while it is a proper single aristocrat.

"Why are you back without even calling to let us know?" Miss Luo Quan asked, nibbling on her chopsticks.

"Isn't this to give you all a surprise?"

After hugging Miya, Gao Liang walked into the house with his luggage. Seeing the two new faces on the floor, he laughed: "Yo, when did the family get two new members? This cat is really handsome."

As he spoke, he reached out to touch it, but Xiaoyu dodged it agilely.

Aunt Luo Ni smiled and said, "These are pets your sister keeps. That cat is very aloof and won't let anyone touch it except your sister, but that dog is quite friendly."

Hearing the praise, Dahei immediately lay on the floor and exposed its belly, looking like it was ready for anyone to pet.

"This Husky is quite interesting. Is it rowdy?" Gao Liang rubbed Dahei's belly and said with a chuckle.

"You don't know how well-behaved Dahei is; it never tears up the house, okay?"

After Miss Luo Quan answered, she added a sentence in her heart: Except for that wheat field more than ten kilometers away.

Gao Liang teased: "Then your Husky isn't authentic. Can it be called a Husky if it doesn't tear up the house?"

Dahei was stunned. I'm so well-behaved and I'm still not authentic? Do you only be happy if I tear toilet paper until it's flying everywhere?

Of course, these things are just thoughts.

If it really did that, its owner would tear it to shreds.

Don't look at how delicate the owner usually is like a weak woman; when she really gets angry, she's a match for its first owner.

With such a fierce owner, it wouldn't dare do anything to make her unhappy no matter what.

"How was the show recording?" Miss Luo Quan didn't know Dahei's thoughts and just asked about Gao Liang's variety show experience this time.

For this season of The Rap of China, Gao Liang, as the pillar of the show, attracted a considerable amount of traffic. Although the show didn't become a blockbuster like the Wu Lin Assembly, it was definitely one of the hottest variety shows currently.

On one hand, it was because of Gao Liang, and on the other, it was because those trainees this time really understood the show's effects.

Every episode, there would always be a few people picking fights and battling, creating conflict and opposition.

And people nowadays just like to watch this; what's the point of a steady show? How could it compare to watching a bunch of hot-headed young people having a verbal battle?

Facing her sister's question, Gao Liang laughed: "That was really interesting. It was as exciting as when I participated in underground rap competitions back then. They would start arguing at the drop of a hat; their tempers were even bigger than those old black guys in New York.

It's just that there weren't many who were truly skilled. There were many specialists—either they had a strong sense of rhythm but a small vocabulary, or they had a small vocabulary but a strong sense of rhythm. Not many had both."

Miss Luo Quan curled her lips: "If they were all that good, what would they need you, the mentor, for?"

"I also went there to learn, but I found that there are still some differences between Chinese rap and American rap. There isn't much to learn." Gao Liang shook his head with some disappointment.

Miss Luo Quan teased with a smile: "Yo, as expected of the little king of American rap. You're getting cocky after just a few compliments."

"It's really not like that; I'm just expressing my own feelings."

Gao Liang shook his head and stretched: "But one thing is for sure, the workload of this production team is really high. Every recording takes a long time, and they even have to work overtime to do post-production. It really let me see how dedicated Chinese employees are."

"The current social environment is one of involution; everyone is working their lives away."

Miss Luo Quan took a sip of soup and asked, "By the way, what about Seifert? Didn't he come? I remember he came to find you before."

"He came to watch for a few days and then left. This guy is very busy; he has to oversee many things in the company. His dad is also gradually delegating power, probably intending for him to inherit the company."

Gao Liang played with his phone while speaking: "By the way, Sis, what's the deal with that national-level martial artist thing of yours?"

Aunt Luo Ni also asked her daughter: "That's right, I forgot until Gao Liang mentioned it. When did you get this honor?"

"I got it when I went to Beijing to record the show before." Miss Luo Quan skipped over the fact that she was attacked that day and only mentioned being invited to the police station for testing.

Saying it this way was mainly to avoid worrying her family, and also to keep it confidential as per Director Qi's request.

"Then what are the benefits of having this honor? National-level martial artist, it sounds very awesome."

Gao Liang looked at his sister curiously, while also feeling a bit envious.

Just like the martial arts dream of Chinese boys, which American boy doesn't have a Superman dream?

Recently, the Wu Lin Assembly has been held in full swing. As long as he has time, he watches every match.

Those contestants who displayed various exquisite moves and powerful martial arts on stage were the closest things to Superman in Gao Liang's heart.

If he could, he would also want to learn kung fu and possess a powerful body capable of a 28-meter triple jump.

Likewise, the martial power his sister had shown before had also made him envious.

"Actually, there aren't any major benefits, but in China, having this honor can avoid a lot of trouble. Any thugs or hooligans have to take a detour when they see it," Miss Luo Quan said with a smile, and that was indeed the case.

"Sis, do you think I can learn the kind of kung fu on TV? Like that Iron Cloth Shirt, the kind where you don't get hurt no matter how you're hit?" Gao Liang finally couldn't help but ask tentatively.

The purpose of asking this was also obvious; he actually wanted to learn kung fu.

Miss Luo Quan nodded but her expression was serious: "Of course you can, but it might take several years of hard training to see results, and it's not just ordinary hardship."

Gao Liang felt a chill in his heart: "How hard? And how did you get through it?"

"I personally think it's alright, after all, I'm gifted," Miss Luo Quan chuckled, while Dahei shook its head beside her.

"However, if you have average talent, it's very hard.

First of all, the Iron Cloth Shirt you mentioned is a technique for taking hits. Although it mainly strengthens the body through Qi circulation, you still have to endure a lot of strikes during the training process to identify the parts where your Qi cannot cover and make up for them.

Therefore, you need to take a lot, a lot of hits when you practice."

Hearing Miss Luo Quan say this, Miya couldn't sit still: "Is there any kung fu that doesn't involve taking hits? This sounds like self-mutilation."

Miss Luo Quan smiled helplessly:

"Actually, the vast majority of kung fu starts with taking hits, because when you fight others, you can't dodge every attack, so learning to take hits is a required course. It's just that the Iron Cloth Shirt requires more hits.

If you insist, it's not like there isn't any."

"What is it?" Miya hurriedly asked.

"Lightness skill, which is the skill of running away. It's about agility, taking the fewest hits, and being the person who runs the fastest."

Gao Liang held Miya's hand and said: "Let's forget about that. I want to learn kung fu for head-on combat. Taking a few hits is nothing; how can you have gains without paying a price?"

"Good awareness," Miss Luo Quan gave a thumbs up. "Given that you exercise often and have a good physique, I won't make you go through the process of getting rid of sub-health.

Start with the basics. Look at the martial arts category in my Bilibili uploads; there are tutorials on how beginners can get started. Once you've entered the door, I'll teach you the advanced stuff."

"By the way, do we need some kind of apprenticeship ceremony for this?" Gao Liang could be considered half a China expert; he knew that learning kung fu required an apprenticeship.

On TV, others would kneel on the ground and shout: "Master, please accept this disciple's bow."

I don't know if that's necessary in reality.

"If you like, I can reluctantly accept," Miss Luo Quan answered, covering her mouth and smiling.

"Then that's a no," Gao Liang breathed a sigh of relief.

The matter of learning kung fu was thus settled.

Miss Luo Quan didn't know if her brother was just having a three-minute interest, but the introductory videos were right there, and he could watch them whenever he wanted to learn.

However, just the introductory videos would be enough to keep him busy for a long time, and it's hard to say if he can stick with it.

But if he does stick with it, then congratulations to Gao Liang; he will become the second martial artist besides herself to receive the blessing of Xiaoyu and Dahei.

Although just staying in the house with them can improve one's physique, if you don't actively absorb it, the speed will be relatively slow.

And martial artist breathing is a required course that must be done every day.

And this process will receive their huge blessing, achieving twice the result with half the effort.

However, Miss Luo Quan will not force him to do this.

Because if you don't have the determination to become a martial artist but gain power, it's not necessarily a good thing.

So whether he can walk this path depends on Gao Liang himself.

At least from today's perspective, Gao Liang's enthusiasm is still very high.

After watching her videos twice, he ran to the courtyard to practice.

His meditation and Qi circulation were quite decent. Miss Luo Quan also let Dahei watch from the side and let it help Gao Liang secretly.

As for herself, she returned to her room and continued the practice of the Eight Inner Gates.

For the past hour, she had been trying to control the massive amount of Qi in her body.

The process was difficult, but with every attempt, the amount of Qi she could move was a bit more than before.

After dinner, the livestream she was supposed to do was also pushed aside, and she devoted herself entirely to cultivation.

And after working hard for more than two hours, she finally succeeded in grasping the Qi in her body, allowing it to flow in her body according to her own thoughts.

Compared to ordinary people, this speed is at a normal level.

But considering the massive amount of Qi in her body compared to ordinary people, it was a bit astonishing.

After successfully controlling the Qi, Miss Luo Quan didn't rush to strike the acupoints, but instead controlled its speed.

Just using Qi to strike the acupoints isn't enough; it must have sufficient speed, otherwise, it's all in vain.

This process took her several more hours.

By the time everything was ready, it was already two in the morning.

Miss Luo Quan controlled the Qi, which was rushing like a river, and with Xiaoyu's assistance, struck the acupoints belonging to the Gate of Opening.

This is the first gate of the Eight Inner Gates, and also the simplest one.

Ordinary people need half a month to succeed.

And Miss Luo Quan only spent less than a day.

When the Qi broke through the shackles of the acupoints and opened that gate.

Veins appeared clearly on Miss Luo Quan's forehead and both temples.

"Eight Inner Gates, Gate of Opening, open!"

Miss Luo Quan let out a muffled groan and suddenly felt a surge of energy flowing out of her body, pressing the bed beneath her into a depression!