Chapter 25 Past Events

  A tall, sharp-tongued person stood up to refute, "Come on, maybe it was just a coincidence. What era are we in now? Still stuck in feudal superstition? That guy is a scammer, and the other two are just his accomplices. Seeing that no one took the bait, they left. Let's eat, come on..."

  Frowning, he said irritably.

  "What a coincidence?"

  "Why don't you come at a more auspicious time, you're just a mere mortal, with that face of yours, the master is here, and you don't even have any spiritual aura!" His colleague, who was drinking with him, looked disheartened, if Xiaodashi didn't leave, he also wanted to ask for an autograph.

  ……

  "What a coincidence?" Back at the Linzhou villa, an estate developed by the Zhou family themselves, the white-haired old man Zhou Shunzhang did not scold his personal bodyguard Jin Mingzhe who had just returned.

  "Today, the most unfortunate thing that happened to me was losing that casual hand bead. That bead... never mind, you might not have been able to stop the person who laid hands on me even if you were present. However, today's luckiest event is that I coincidentally remembered that restaurant serving dog meat and unexpectedly ran into a true master! What a coincidence! Your task is to find that young man, no matter how much money it takes, I want him to take revenge for me."

  "Uncle Zhou, that person is very young and has been a soldier. I feel like he's the kind who has been on missions and battlefields before, with strong anti-reconnaissance and anti-tracking abilities. Could he be someone sent by one of the parties?"

  "Jin Mingzhe, you're thinking too much. You've said too much, go! I'll let you do what I want you to do, just do it, got it?" The old man with the surname Zhou put down his cup with a hint of anger, his calm yet powerful demeanor instantly silencing Jin Mingzhe.

  ……

  Zhao Zhiqiang scattered out 110,000, using the method of scattering away with a thousand gold to recover his divine consciousness, quickly replenishing his spiritual energy.

  His physical strength is much better than in the morning, he feels that his current physical condition, whether it's strength, speed or perception, is slightly stronger than when he was at his peak in the army before he was injured.

  Of course, on the premise that the spiritual energy can operate normally, the result of the blood transformation is to make him look even paler and weaker, seemingly weak and vulnerable, but in fact, it's not so.

  Walking against the wind for a while, I arrived at the outside of Building No. 1, which was over 400 meters away.

  The guard let him go after checking his veteran ID card. His ID is being processed and won't be ready until after the New Year, that thing can't be returned in less than two months.

  He walked into the small courtyard and directly to the door of the small building, where the door was open a crack. Just as Zhao Zhiqiang was about to ring the doorbell, he heard a bright and cheerful laugh coming from inside, "Haha, Lin Shoushan, you're such an incompetent doctor!"

  "Haha, so what if I'm a mediocre doctor? You still asked me to come over, just to play chess with you? Wait for that kid to arrive, and I'll head back this afternoon. Leave you alone to play by yourself."

  "Old fellow."

  Zhao Zhiqiang walked into the living room wearing the slippers that had been handed to him, and the two old men stopped talking, staring at him together. Lin Shoushan briefly introduced how he knew Zhao Zhiqiang and his skills in fighting.

  "Haha, you've been a soldier too?" A tall and unfamiliar old man with white hair and a balding head in the middle, wearing a white shirt and old military pants, sat on the main seat. Lin Shoushan sat on the long sofa, looking at Zhao Zhiqiang who had just entered.

  Zhao Zhiqiang smiled, "Yes, I used to serve in the Western Xinjiang Military Region."

  Standing respectfully there, he bowed. His hands hung naturally down, in a standard standing posture, the respect was heartfelt, especially for Old Lin.

  "Haha, Western Military Region? Oh——your military posture looks good. I heard from Old Lin that your family is having a hard time but you still donated 50,000 yuan to someone else? I didn't believe it when I heard about it, so I specifically had someone investigate, and indeed that person isn't some distant relative of yours. Young man, you have a kind heart! Alright, come on, sit down. Don't be formal." The old man's voice was loud and clear, speaking quickly and fluently.

  Lin Shoushan also smiled, "Little Zhao, his name is Li Desheng, and he's also an old soldier. You two are still young and old fellow travelers, he's two years older than me, look at this old guy's body, except for the headache like epilepsy, it's as strong as a cow, these two days have nothing to do with him coming to play chess with me."

  Zhao Zhiqiang didn't dare sit down and hastily saluted the old man sitting in the center, "Chief, good."

  "Haha!"

  The old man burst out laughing, "Young whippersnapper, you must have been a clever guy in the army, and judging from your looks, you're not a blockhead either. Old Lin said you're quite handy too. How come you retired so young? And what's more, how did you end up going to Xinjiang?" Li De-sheng's eyes were piercing.

  Zhao Zhiqiang was stared at and felt a little feverish. The old man's eyes, in the army, could absolutely kill off naughty new recruits instantly.

  "Oh, that year happened to be the time when someone came to Linzhou to recruit soldiers, so my dad sent me to join that troop. I was there for three years and made a small mistake, so I was discharged after the first term." Zhao Zhiqiang didn't hide anything, telling the truth, anyway he hadn't done anything to betray his country or people.

  "What's wrong?" The old man's face turned gloomy.

  "While executing the task, in order to save my comrade, I took unauthorized action and disrupted the original plan without asking for instructions." Zhao Zhiqiang was also very embarrassed. This matter was what he least wanted to bring up from the bottom of his heart, but he knew that in front of this old man, he couldn't lie, nor was there any need to do so.

  "Oh... Went abroad too? Looks like you're from the Divine Eagle Special Forces?" The old man was taken aback.

  "Uh, but I'm a special duty soldier, belonging to the logistics equipment armorer. Also cooked meals, and when they were short-handed on the front line, I also went out to assist with tasks."

  "Your experience is quite rich - saving a comrade? Don't mind telling me about the situation at that time?" The old man seemed to be particularly interested in the troops' affairs, looking at Zhao Zhiqiang with deep meaning.

  "Sorry, old captain, a comrade's life is only once, mission failure can come again, one ordinary ambush to catch an escaped prisoner has nothing to do with national difficulties. I don't want to mention this matter again, I've already paid the price for my own mistake. Please forgive me." Zhao Zhiqiang replied somewhat displeased.

  "Hmm... I understand you..." The old man with white hair let out a long sigh, "During the war of resistance against Japan, I also encountered something like this. Whether to save people or complete the mission, at that time I felt I was right, but now the older I get, the more regretful I become... Ah, never mind, never mind. Oh dear..."

  The old man suddenly shouted and lay down on the sofa, holding his head and inhaling cold air!

  Lin Shoushan hastily came over and pressed him down, "Don't move!"

  As she spoke, she casually opened a nearby needle box and quickly began to sew.

  "You're like this, once you get emotional, you'll fall ill. This illness needs to be nursed, can't be stirred up by emotions. Didn't expect that this kid would come and stir up your painful memories again!" Lin Shoushan shook his head repeatedly.

  What a painstaking acupuncture...

  Zhao Zhiqiang leaned over, and he found that Lin Shoushan's tied head was similar to some of the acupoints on his arm, which seemed to be similar to the direction of his spiritual energy. He could see that this old man had a severe headache. This - using spiritual energy to try it out, I wonder what would happen?

  A sudden whim made Zhao Zhiqiang's heart thump with excitement.

  When the spiritual energy is running, he can see its direction clearly, and the route is clear in his mind. Now, the sensory power of perceiving the spiritual energy is as agile as the index finger.

  It just so happened that when he was a new recruit, he had learned some massage techniques from the medical team's old army doctor who was quite skilled in it. Originally, it was used to relax after training or to soothe the mind after long periods of hiding. One of the head massage techniques was quite effective for treating headaches, but I wonder what would happen if he were to use his spiritual energy with it?

  "Old Chief, Old Lin, I learned a special massage technique to relieve brain nerves when I was in the army. Would you like me to try it on you? My comrades who went out on missions would always come to me for head therapy when they returned."

  "Oh? Really? You can do this too?"

  Lying down, Li De Sheng immediately became spirited. "In the past when I was in the army, there was no training, and even shooting guns were learned on the battlefield with old soldiers. The people back then were also multi-talented, first aid bandaging, cooking washing clothes, repairing military equipment, etc., etc. Haha, including Lin Lao Tou's traditional Chinese medicine, some knew it too. At that time, there was a small comrade in our squad whose family was a traditional Chinese medical family. He was busy saving people and couldn't keep up, I heard he was skilled in the An Shen Yang Sheng massage technique. Come on! I'll be your test subject!"

  "What's the trial product? I've already tested it on others when I was in the army!" Zhao Zhiqiang laughed.

  Lin Shoushan was also very curious, not to mention that acupuncture treatment for this headache is slow, his age is also older, physical strength is not as good as before, can't persist for too long, just to see what kind of skills this little guy has. "Haha, Little Zhao, if you can make Old Li's headache feel comfortable with your massage, I'll take you as my closed-door disciple!"