Chapter 181: Believe in science!

"boom!"
With a loud noise, the two of Luzong jumped directly from the speeding train and jumped down!
"Want to run? Dream!" The young Jingming Daoist frowned and was about to catch up, but was stopped by the middle-aged Jingming Daoist: "Jinghong, don't need to chase."
Jing Hong froze for a moment, then stopped.
"Jing Hong? It seems that this person should be of Jing Zi generation, and his seniority is not low." Yang Chen secretly said.
According to the information he collected from various sources, the rank of Jingmingdao’s generation of characters is
Tiande is immeasurable...the moral is magnificent and quiet, and the source of the law is vast...
Hong is of the static character generation, which is higher than the backbone.
At this time Wang Xiancheng was not happy, he stood up and shouted: "Wait, this Daoist, why let the two run away?"
The middle-aged Jingming Taoist laughed and said: "Don't worry, Wang Daoyou, although the two men behaved badly, they did not cause the death of ordinary people, and the crime was not too serious..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wang Xiancheng: "Isn't it too serious? Isn't it serious? This kind of person can't allow them to escape, otherwise they will be more brutal in the future!"
The middle-aged Jingming Taoist shook his head: "Wang Daoyou, this is not the case. We can't use what has not happened as a basis for conviction. Moreover, this is on the train, there are at least thousands of passengers. Simple, but what about these ordinary people?"
"Uh..." Wang Xiancheng said for a moment.
"Besides..." The middle-aged Jingming Daoist continued to say with a smile: "Wang Daoyou, do you really want our Jingming Dao people to catch him? Don't forget, they are also people of the whole truth. And We are pure and clear, but belong to Zheng Yi..."
Wang Xiancheng was completely speechless.
That's right, no matter how the Lizong people are, they are all genuine people. If the people of Jingming Tao were cleaned up, the face of Quanzhen Tao must not look good.
In the end, he received the education of Quanzhen Tao since he was a child, and his feelings for Quanzhen Tao are not compromised.
Yang Chen frowned.
In later generations, the perspective of the metaphysical world has been completely broken because of the great changes in the world. But now, this portal view still exists stubbornly. And even Wang Xiancheng and Jing Mingdao who Yang Chen thinks are good. This thought is still deeply ingrained in my heart.
Moreover, Yang Chen can also be sure that even a metaphysical monk who opened such a real Xuanhong real person, the portal view is also stubborn.
This is also normal. After all, the era when Yang Chen grew up is not the same as it is now. At that time, I still maintained the view of the portal. Not as bad as finding his own way. But now it is different.
But anyway, Yang Chen can understand, but can not accept. I have secretly made up my mind, and I must find a way to completely break the door view. Just how to do it. He had no clue for a while. In short, we must not wait until the world changes drastically, and then passively break the door. That is for sure.
The atmosphere was somewhat embarrassing when this happened.
At this moment. Bao Yihua groaned, and also woke up.
The little boy first cheered and ran out of his father's arms. Pounced: "Brother, are you awake?"
At such an old age, he was actually called the elder brother. This shame was a bit high. Wang Xiancheng gave Bao Yihua a smile. Bao Yihua's face blushed, but he smiled and touched the little boy's head without speaking.
"Fuck..."
The father who had been unconscious for a long time quickly opened his mouth and wanted to stop the young man, but he was not injured, he was in a coma for a long time, and his voice was very weak. The boy did not hear clearly.
The young man was worried that his daughter was anxious, but Yang Chen came over and patted his shoulder: "Relax, it's okay."
When patting the shoulder, Yang Chen's thoughts moved slightly, the spiritual power in the spiritual palace was revealed, and the small Ganlin technique used to treat the injury was launched, as well as the rejuvenation technique to restore the body state.
These two spirits are used to restore trauma and one to restore vitality, and at the same time transform into a heat flow from Yang Chen's palm to the young man's body.
The young man only felt a physical shock and his spirit was very good. The injuries caused by excessive blood loss were much easier at once, but he still felt a little weak.
Young people do not know exactly what their injuries are, but their physical condition is still clearly felt. Seeing this young man in front of him slapped his shoulders, it had such an effect, and immediately understood that he had met a strange person, so he was not in a hurry.
Only because he understood that in the face of such a strange person, his struggle was completely useless. Rather than doing this, it is better to relax your heart so as not to anger the other party.
"How to call it?" Seeing the young man relax, Yang Chen lowered his head close to him and reached out to shake his hand: "My name is Yang Chen. What about you?"
"I..." The young man was a little embarrassed and quickly reached out his hand: "My name is Shang Yun."
Yang Chen made a nuisance to the little 囡囡: "Is that your daughter?"
Shang Yun nodded: "Well, her name is Shang Jingyi, her nickname."
Yang Chen patted Shang Yun again on the shoulder: "Mr. Shang, you have good luck and have a very good daughter."
After saying this, Yang Chen thought that Shang Yun would be humble, but the other party laughed bitterly: "This child has been sick since childhood, is it good luck?"
Yang Chen took a closer look at the little boy, "No, she is very healthy."
"She has mental problems," Shang Yun's face is full of sadness: "Since the age of two, she has got hysteria and often cries. She has thought about any way at home, see a doctor, go to the hospital, Chinese medicine, Western medicine. , Home remedies, and even witch gods have been found, all useless. This time I heard that a master in Jinzhou is very capable, thinking of a dead horse as a living horse doctor at home, put together the money and let me take the baby boy See a doctor. I didn't expect..."
His words made Yang Chen laugh.
Shang Yun's eyes looked at Yang Chen with anger: what do you mean? My daughter is sick, are you still so happy to laugh?
Seeing him like this, Yang Chen quickly explained. He didn’t want the other party to have a bad impression of himself. It’s not easy for him to take away the baby boy:
Mr. Shang, don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean to be gloating, I mean, your daughter is not sick!

"Don't be sick?" Shang Yun's voice could not help but grow louder: "I can still curse my daughter can't succeed? Don't look at her now, she is very clever, and when the illness comes on... Alas, it's useless for me. The daughter has a good life, maybe because she was just undernourished..."
Looking at Shang Yun's clothes is also very plain, and his face is also poor. It's the kind of long-term malnutrition. Not because of a serious injury. Yang Chen can still tell this.
Obviously, Shang Yun's family conditions should not be too good.
However, the clothes on the little boy's body, including their looks, are good. Not to mention how good it is, but at least it is only available to the wealthy people. It can be seen that he really loves the little boy. So try to provide a good life for the little boy.
In this regard, Yang Chen still appreciates it.
"Relax, she's really not a problem. It's just that her talent is better. So she can see things that ordinary people can't see..."
"Is that Zhongxie?" Shang Yun became more and more distressed: "But the family also found those famous masters, Mr. Feng Shui, Taoist monks, witch gods and gods. All of them are useless, but the sickness of the little boy is worse..."
Yang Chen shook his head secretly. Can those masters and gentlemen believe? Who is the real monk? Although these people haven't really practiced, they often come into contact with these things. There is no shortage of abnormal aura around. Of course it’s alright if others can’t see it, but the little boy can see it. Is this still good?
"Relax, not Zhongxie. What should I say?" Yang Chen thought about what she should explain: "In short, she has a very good talent for spiritual practice. I hope you can let her follow me. I plan to accept her as a disciple..."
"No, no," Shang Yun shook his head again and again: "I don't know what to practice or not. I only know that I am such a daughter, and I can't let her leave me."
Yang Chen smiled bitterly and explained a few words, but the other party refused to listen more. Instead, he looked at Yang Chen with a vision of a kidnapper and kidnapper. He made him cry and laugh, and he turned to Wang Xiancheng for help.
Wang Xiancheng shook his head, indicating that he could do nothing.
When I was hurting my head, an elderly man in his sixties, wearing a tunic and with gray hair, coughed lightly and said, "Boy, you are doing right, and it is right not to let your daughter go with this Mr. Yang!"
Yang Chen was having a headache. Unexpectedly, the old man actually caused damage to himself.
The old man was not afraid. Ordinarily Yang Chen's current strength glared at him. He was a little timid and could not bear it, but the old man felt the same.
Yang Chen was on the alert. It is impossible for a person without cultivation to do this unless his will is firm or he has a high level of spiritual cultivation. Anyway, that's not what ordinary people can do.
Just listen to the old man continue to say: "However, this Mr. Yang is indeed right, your daughter is really not sick, or that is not the kind of disease you think."
Shang Yun was dubious: "What's going on?"
"Your daughter is very talented in mathematics? I just watched Mr. Yang test your daughter's mathematical calculations. Saying a conscience, few adults can calculate the results mentally. According to my understanding, the world can do this. No more than one hundred people!"
"Little boy is really interested in arithmetic since childhood, and she has been taught some at home, but it's really so powerful?" Shang Yun was a little embarrassed. Is it true? There are only no more than a hundred people in the world who can do it. Isn't the little boy so powerful?
"Actually," the old man continued to tell: "Your daughter's condition is medically called scholar syndrome, and it usually appears among geniuses such as scholars and artists. This kind of person is far more intelligent than ordinary people in some respects~www .EbookFREE.me~ but in other respects it is quite poor. It is often referred to as an idiot genius. Strictly speaking, this is not a disease."
"Elderly, you said that you are medically ill, is this still sick?"
"Of course not. In fact, this kind of person only needs good teaching. While developing his strengths and making up for his shortcomings, it is possible to live like ordinary people while retaining his extraordinary intelligence." The old man said:
"My name is Gong Guoyang and I am a professor at Nanhu National Defense Science and Technology University. In your daughter's case, our school is doing a related research and has already achieved certain results. Many people with scholar syndromes have already integrated into normal life. If you want, I can introduce your daughter to the past and help her return to normal. Rest assured, it’s free."
"Old man, don't lie to me if I am a little student, is it true?" Shang Yun couldn't believe that a pie fell from the sky and hit himself.
Being Jie Jie and Yang Chen were very upset and secretly said: "The ones who deceive are those who study less. The ones who read more are not easy to deceive."
Right now, Gong Guoyang pointed his finger at him again: "Young people, don't be superstitious about those gods and gods, you must believe in science!" (To be continued.)