Vol 3 Chapter 82: Lidihuo

Gangadar is a very characterful landlord. Ji Yu's words made him feel uncomfortable, and he didn't refute, so he slapped twice and asked the housekeeper to see him off.
　　Ji Yugan saw that the violent general method failed, and quickly gave Liu Yan a straight wink. He was really driven away but he was so blinded.
　　 Liu Yanzhi was helpless, so he jumped up and grabbed the leaf of the ceiling fan on the ceiling. Gangadar showed an expression of interest, waved his hand to stop the butler, and continued to sit down and talk.
　　 "Friends from China, this is not a dangling technique, this is light work." Gangadar said with contempt, but it can be seen that he is a little curious about Liu Yanzhi's ability to jump so high.
　　 "Then, please tell us about popular science, what is the real dangling technique." Ji Yuqian immediately put on a humble attitude to ask for advice. Gangadar is a straight-tempered person, vain, and the most practical attitude to his best.
Sure enough, Gangadar talked eloquently. He told his guests that dangling techniques existed in India since ancient times, but it was first discovered by Westerners in 1912. The French explorer Owen Ronya was on an investigation in the Himalayas. With a lama as a guide, the snow is deep, and Owen walks very hard every step, but he sees the lama floating on the snow and there are no footprints in the place he walked.
　　 "This is the dangling technique." Gangadar said in a more serious tone, "The real magical spell, and the one you brought, performs just a kind of martial arts, light work."
　　 Ji Yu snapped his fingers: "Li Dihuo, show him a hand."
　　 Liu Yan held back his anger, jumped off the ceiling fan, meditated cross-legged, and rose slowly, 20 cm above the ground.
　　Gangadal's eyes widened slightly, one hand supporting his cheek, as if he was thinking hard about something. After a few seconds, he spoke to the butler, who hurriedly left.
Five minutes later, the butler brought an old man to the living room. The old man had white beard and hair, bronze skin, no age, and only a piece of cloth around him. From a Chinese perspective, he was an old beggar. In terms of Indian aesthetics, even this is true.
　　 The old man is Singh who knows how to hang in the air as Gangadal said. When he saw Liu Yanzhi sitting in the air, he couldn't help being shocked. He immediately sat cross-legged opposite Liu Yanzhi, closed his eyes and meditated, and his body slowly lifted into the air.
　　 Ji Yuqian and Guan Lu were also shocked. One Liu Yanzhi was enough for them to digest. Then there was an Indian god-man. What happened to the world? There were things that violated the physical rules one after another, which made people dizzy.
When Liu Yan saw the other person floating in the air, he rose another 20 centimeters. Singh opened his eyes slightly, muttering a word, and then rose up. The two of them were stronger, and the height of the palace interior was not enough for them to compete. Finally, Liu Yan got impatient, and flew out of the window and went straight to the sky!
Singh was dumbfounded. His ability was only static floating in the air. He could not fly. It was clear at a glance which was better and worse. Singh fell frustrated and kept silent. Gan Gadhar didn't even mean to blame him, waved him back and gave Ji Yuqian. Said: "May Li Dihuo return to the ground?"
　　 Ji Yu yelled outside, and Liu Yan came back straight forward. Gangadar took a big turn and asked the housekeeper to host a banquet for the Chinese guests. During the banquet, he asked to learn the technique of suspension.
"I can pay any price." Gangadar said sincerely, "I have been looking for people who will be able to suspend the art five years ago. I went to Tibet three times, but returned without success. Then I found Singh. He is A yoga hermit can bury himself in the ground for seven days without dying, or hang in the air. As you can see, this is a magical technique passed down from ancient Indian civilization and cannot be explained by scientific principles, but I have never seen it. Someone can really fly before."
　　 The banquet of the Tubang Lord is very rich. The guests have a great appetite, but still maintain an elegant taste. Ji Yu doesn’t want to sell it, and directly asks: "Of course, the price can be discussed. We just have something to ask..."
　　Gangadar smiled and said: "In India, there is nothing I can't do. Of course, you can't ask to be the governor of India."
　　 Ji Yugan said: "We need a plane and crew, as well as corresponding documents, enough for us to arrive in the United States."
　　Gangadal said: "No problem, but I suggest going by boat. I have a ninety-foot yacht."
　　 "No, we are in a hurry." Ji Yu said dryly.
　　 "Well, I have a Katarina, which you can use."
　　 Ji Yugan's face was pleasantly surprised. Katarina is a seaplane produced by United Aircraft Corporation. It was extremely popular in the 1930s and 1940s, and it met their needs.
　　 Guan Lu said suddenly: "Can we chat with Singh?"
Gangadar agreed immediately and ordered Singh to be called. Singh’s mother tongue is a local language that is difficult to understand, and Gangadar does not know it. Fortunately, there is an interpreter. Guan Lu only asked a simple question. , Singh's father will not be able to use the air technique, the answer is yes.
　　 "Have you ever seen a huge iron ball? Perhaps it was left by your father, or perhaps by your father's father. In short, it is a very old thing." Liu Yan asked directly.
　　 Singer shook his head.
Gangadar is a clever man. He guessed that the Chinese problem was related to the dangling technique. He said,
India has no real history books. All history is myth. I don’t know what the iron ball you are talking about is. But if you tell me the truth, I think I will provide some help."
　　 Guan Lu told him straightforwardly: "Dangling art is related to alien civilization. This is alien technology, not a mysterious ancient Indian spell. The ancient iron ball is an alien aircraft."
Gangadar said: "In Maihalori near Delhi, there is an iron pillar cast in the fifth century AD. It is 6 meters high and 1 meter 37 meters in diameter. It is solid. It is said to be cast in memory of the great King Jandala. Yes, it’s amazing that this iron pillar never rusts through wind and rain. There are myths and legends that this iron pillar is cast with the iron from the outside world, so it won’t rust. I suspect that the iron ball you mentioned is Raw material for cast iron pillars."
　　 Singh stepped back temporarily, and Ji Yuqian also went out. It took a few minutes before he came to him.
　　 Regarding the magic iron pillar mentioned by Gangadar, everyone is not interested in researching it for the time being, they only care about when the plane will take off.
"I decided to accompany you to the United States in person." Gangadar said, "I have a flight license. I am an excellent pilot. In addition, I have a question." He pointed to Liu Yanzhi~EbookFREE.me~this Why does Mr. Yi take a plane? He can fly, just like Monkey King, a tens of thousands of miles away. By the way, the prototype of Monkey King is the Indian monkey Hanuman. "
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Gangadar’s seaplane is parked on the private pier of the Hughli River, where his yachts are also parked. There are many servants of the Tubang masters, and they are constantly shuttled to the cabin to carry various materials. They are preparing for the second Taking off early in the morning, the first stop is Mumbai, a big city on the west coast of the Indian subcontinent.
Calcutta-Mumbai-Karachi-Oman-Cairo-Tunisia-Casablanca, then fly across the Atlantic to New York via Ireland, which is from Gangadar plan.
The first few stops were fairly safe. The North African campaign was over, the German-Italian army was defeated, the Allied forces landed in Italy, the second battlefield was opened, and the war was full of warships and planes. A civilian water plane from India was able to go smoothly. Landing at various ports, refueling, and replenishing supplies is nothing short of a miracle, all thanks to Gangadhar’s dollars.
　　Finally, the seaplane arrived in New York Harbor, went through immigration formalities, and everyone landed ashore. Today is October 27, 1943, and there is one day before the Philadelphia test.
　　 Philadelphia is in southeastern Pennsylvania, 160 kilometers from New York. It took less than three hours to get there, but I’m afraid that Dr. Hannibal’s people are already waiting there.
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