When Kong Xuelin opened the door and walked into the office, he happened to see the computer screen in front of the new deputy director Gao Cheng playing a scene of a man and a woman fighting fiercely in the ring, with their figures indistinguishable.

The woman in the video is wearing a flowing red dress and has a heroic appearance, which is indeed very eye-catching.

"Xiao Gao, it's not a good idea to watch TV during working hours." Kong Xuelin rapped lightly.

"Hello Kong Chu, I just took a look and will turn it off immediately."

Gao Cheng turned his head and found that the person coming was Director Kong of the City Appearance Supervision Department, who was also his immediate boss, and he quickly stood up to greet him.

"That's not necessary. It's okay to have some personal hobbies. Just be careful not to let the young people below see it. It won't have a good impact after all." Kong Xuelin pushed out his belly, put his hands behind his back, and said with a kind expression on his fat face.

Kong Xuelin is fifty-seven years old and is the director of Haixing City Appearance Supervision Department.

When Kong Xuelin weighed about 130 pounds, he was once a handsome young man - he still had a photo of himself when he was young under the glass table of his desk.

However, now the director weighs close to 230 pounds, the fat on his face is drooping, and his belly is like a pregnant woman who is nine months pregnant. He is no longer handsome. Anyone who sees Kong Chu when he is young

Anyone who takes the photo can hardly connect these two people together.

Kong Xuelin himself had no opinion of Gao Cheng. At his age, he no longer had much desire to win. Moreover, at the age of fifty-nine in two years, Kong Xuelin would be relegated to the second line, and there would be no competition for power.

(Emperor Yuntian retired at the age of sixty. According to the unwritten unspoken rules, all leadership positions must take a back seat and hand over work at the age of fifty-nine.)

However, it is precisely because of this that Kong Xuelin's plan to train a successor has long been put on the agenda, and there are also promising young people.

But Gao Cheng suddenly stepped in and pushed away the subordinates he was planning to promote, making him a little dissatisfied with Gao Cheng.

But Kong Xuelin would not openly express his dissatisfaction - they were all old bureaucrats, and they still had this kind of self-cultivation - at most they would find some faults in their daily work.

"This little girl in red is very pretty, no wonder Gao Gao likes her." Kong Xuelin said with a smile.

"Ha, that's not true. I watched this game because that boy is my son." Gao Cheng said with a smile.

This kind of thing must never be admitted. In official circles, every word must be carefully guarded. Big mouths usually have no future.

"Are the children from high places still martial arts practitioners? Are they all participating in martial arts competitions? Turn up the volume and let me take a closer look." Kong Xuelin was a little surprised.

Although he doesn't like martial arts, just by looking at the fierce and fast fight between the two sides, he can tell that his level is not low.

"Well, that kid's grades were not good and he couldn't go to college, so he started to give up on literature and practice martial arts at the beginning of this year. Unexpectedly, he had some talent in martial arts, and was recommended to Shinkan to participate in this Guanyun Cup martial arts competition."

Gao Cheng said while unmuting the video.

"Wow--" the audience cheered and cheered.

"Qi and blood are like mercury, surging like tide!" the photographer's exclamation was clearly heard in the video.

Then, there was the scene of Mo Xinghuan's "Hai Li Yun Chui" being blocked by Gao Han.

A piece of broken wood flew toward the camera, and then a close-up shot captured the astonishing scene of Gao Han's feet sinking into the ring floor.

"Oh - good work, your son is incredible!" Kong Xuelin was surprised and praised.

Gao Cheng was also shocked.

This is a rebroadcast from the Guanyuncheng Sports Channel, and there is no way any post-processing or special effects will be done.

In other words, his son Gao Han could actually take such a terrible blow!

The aftermath of this blow shattered the arena. How strong was his son Gao Han if he could withstand this blow?

He just received a call from his wife, asking him to quickly watch the video. He was a little disapproving of it, but looking at it now, his son's kung fu is really amazing.

Next, the two sides fought with even more sparks. For half an hour, the two of them did not stop for a few times, and they were fighting fiercely.

An offensive is like a tide, with each wave getting higher and higher; a defense is like a rock, no matter how you change it, I will remain unmoved.

It wasn't until the bell rang and the referee announced that the two were tied that Gao Cheng and Kong Xuelin breathed a sigh of relief.

"By the way, Kong Chu, what do you want from me?" Gao Cheng came back to his senses and asked.

"Ha, it's nothing, nothing. I just came to see you - Director Gao has a good son!" Kong Xuelin smiled more and more amiably.

"Kong Chu, would you like a cup of tea? Try the Maojian I just got." Gao Cheng poured a cup of tea for Kong Xuelin.

"Okay, just in time to taste it." Kong Xuelin sat down on the sofa, making the sofa creak.

At noon, people were already waiting there in Kong Xuelin's office.

"Kong Chu, have you spoken to Gao Cheng?" Waiting in Kong Xuelin's office was a man in his early thirties who was still wearing formal clothes on a hot day.

"Go back and tell you, General Manager Bai, that I have no control over this matter." Kong Xuelin sat down on his office chair, which was two times larger than others, and said expressionlessly.

"But--"

"It's nothing but, I can't control it. Just tell Xiaobai." Kong Xuelin waved his hand impatiently and asked him to go out.

The man in formal attire had to leave.

"Xiao Gao has a good son, I can't sow the seeds of disaster." Kong Xuelin said to himself, his voice was not loud nor quiet, just enough to be heard outside the door.

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"Shouhan, did you win today?" At 10:30 in the evening, Zhang Yuou's communication rang regularly.

"Didn't win."

"Ah! Xiuhan, have you been eliminated?"

"I didn't lose either."

"Did you win?" This sentence was followed by an angry symbol.

"It's a draw, my opponent and I both qualified," Gao Han said.

"Huh, I was scared to death. I thought you were eliminated!" Zhang Yuou patted his chest in front of the phone.

"I still want to win the top ten, how could I fall in the first step?" Gao Han said proudly.

"Who is your opponent? Is he very powerful?" Zhang Yuou asked curiously, which made Gao Han feel that if he tied his opponent, he would have a chance to enter the top ten. His opponent must be very powerful.

"Have you heard of Fairy Yunxia Mo Xinghuan?" Gao Han asked.

"No, she is called a fairy. Isn't she beautiful?" A dangerous light flashed in Zhang Yuou's eyes.

It’s not that Zhang Yuou doesn’t watch movies and TV shows.

It’s just that this year is the year of the college entrance examination. All students who are determined to take the college entrance examination, except for a few extremely confident academics, will not go all out. Studying twelve hours a day is the most basic. How can you have time to watch movies and TV shows?

"Well, she is very beautiful, but she is also really powerful. I almost lost. She actually practiced to the point where 'Qi and blood are like mercury, surging like tides.' If there are no senior warriors participating in this Guanyun Cup, maybe she can

Get the championship.”

"By the way, Xiaoou, are you studying hard? Pay attention to your health and don't drink cold water. The college entrance examination is coming soon, so be careful not to get sick."

"It's very hard. I'm almost exhausted. But the college entrance examination is coming soon. I have to persevere until the end. Maybe I'll take my last breath. I can't relax now!"

Zhang Yuou had climbed into bed, ready to beat the large doll that represented the cold. When she saw this thoughtful greeting sent on her phone, she felt sweet, and she immediately turned her fist into a palm and gently touched the doll's big head.

It is not easy for a wooden pile like Gao Han to receive this level of care and greetings. Zhang Yuou thinks this is a great improvement - in the past, Gao Han, a wooden pile, would only answer his own questions and would never take the initiative to ask how he was doing.

"Well, you must pay attention to rest and go to bed early, and I won't disturb you anymore." Gao Han sent a smiley face, and then decisively turned off the phone, showing with practical actions, "I won't disturb you anymore."

Zhang Yuou’s mobile phone shows ‘your friend has turned off’

Zhang Yuou was stunned. The hand that was gently stroking the doll's head just now suddenly clenched into a fist and punched the doll's head hard.

"——This stinky cold!"

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Gao Han looked at the cell phone that was powered off and praised his wit in his heart - Yu Ou must have been very touched by how he cared for his girlfriend with practical actions.

After completing the important thing, Gao Han put aside his worries and lay down on the double bed, his body twisting strangely.

Repeatedly practicing from the first illustration to the thirty-sixth illustration in "The Heavenly Snake Sutra" is a homework that Gao Han must do every night.

Wisps of hot air generated by exercise are guided into the circulation by the strange body movements of the "Sky Snake Sutra", descending from the spine to the tail vertebrae, then rising from the tail vertebrae through the internal organs, and expelling miscellaneous air from the throat, leaving only

The purest part of the airflow enters the spine again under the guidance of the movements shown in the diagram, and then goes down the spine to the coccyx again.

This cycle continues endlessly, and after repeated purifications, only a wisp of clear air that is neither cold nor hot remains. This part of the 'air flow' is closely integrated with the spiritual will of the high cold, and can travel in all directions as desired.

At this point, this stream of air can be called 'internal force' - but the high cold will not drive it to wander at will.

Because at this stage, except for the organs and spine, most of Gaohan's body is like undeveloped dry soil. If the internal energy is forced to pass through these dry soil, the internal energy will be exhausted very quickly.

Gao Han had suffered several losses in the past, but fortunately he had the prototype of a life soul and it was easy to refine his inner strength, so his path to improvement was not cut off.

A small tree cannot shake its roots. Gao Han, who is in the accumulation stage, has not yet turned his internal energy into the capital of strength.

However, everything has a limit. As long as you walk on the right path, quantitative changes will eventually lead to qualitative changes. After half a year of practice, and with various tonics, Gao Han has accumulated more and more internal energy, and his internal energy is like

It swam through the spine and heart like a snake, growing bigger and bigger, and finally today, this internal force - connected end to end!

The front end of the internal force is tied to the spirit and represents vitality; the further to the back, the looser the connection between the internal force and the spirit is, representing decline.

When the internal force is connected end to end to form a circle, it does not need the guidance of high cold and starts to operate spontaneously.

At the moment when the internal force connected end to end to form a ring, Gao Han's eyes brightened, and his five internal organs vibrated together, expelling a large amount of hot air, making Gao Han's body burn like fire. At the same time, the pores all over his body opened wide, and the outside air was sucked in through the pores.

Gao Han involuntarily stretched his neck, opened his mouth slightly, and the hot air discharged from his five internal organs rushed out of his throat, naturally making a long sound of "hiss", like the breath of a giant snake.

The white gas shot out from Gao Han's mouth went straight out two meters away - although there was air conditioning cooling, the indoor temperature still remained at 26 or 7 degrees, but the white gas shot out by Gao Han was astonishingly hot, and it was not here at all.
To be continued...