Chapter 27
Zhou Wen was slightly surprised. He had heard of the name of Sun Shooting Art. It was an epic martial art that was as famous as the Xiantian Invincible Divine Art. In comparison, Sun Shooting Art was even more precious.
After all, the requirements for practicing the Xiantian Invincible Divine Art are too harsh, while the Sun-Shooting Art does not have so many requirements. As long as you are willing to work hard to practice, even a person with mediocre qualifications will achieve certain achievements.
Moreover, the Sun Shooting Art is a very aggressive Qi art, and is more popular than the Xiantian Invincible Magic Art which is mainly used to strengthen the body.
However, as far as Zhou Wen knew, the Sun Shooting Art was a unique energy art of a big boss in the Federation. Apart from the descendants of that big boss, no one else had the chance to obtain the Sun Shooting Art.
"How could Dad have the Sun Shooting Art? He probably got it with the help of the An family's power, right?" Zhou Wen guessed in his heart.
Zhou Wen did not refuse the Sun Shooting Art because of such speculation. Since it was given to him by Zhou Lingfeng, even if he used the power of the An family, Zhou Lingfeng should have paid a price. Since he had already paid the price, Zhou Wen naturally had no reason to refuse it, nor could he let Zhou Lingfeng down.
After all, from childhood to adulthood, apart from living expenses, the things Zhou Lingfeng gave him were very limited and could be counted on one's fingers.
"Finally, you didn't forget about your son." Zhou Wen didn't go to read the Sun Shooting Technique immediately. He turned off the computer, unplugged the USB drive and put it away, preparing to go eat something first.
Practicing the Yuan Qi Jue is not something that can be done overnight. Even if he already has a foundation of 9 points of Yuan Qi, it will be faster to practice other Yuan Qi Jue. However, it will not be achieved in ten days or half a month, so there is no need to rush.
I opened the refrigerator and found that it was empty. I looked at the cardboard box in the corner of the living room and there was not even a packet of instant noodles in it.
Zhou Wen hesitated for a moment and gave up the idea of ordering takeout. He washed his face, changed his clothes and prepared to go out to eat something and buy some food to stock up.
At around eight or nine in the evening, there were very few pedestrians on the streets.
When Zhou Wen was a child, he heard his grandfather say that before the extra-dimensional storm came, even a small city like Guide Prefecture was brightly lit in the middle of the night, but now such a scene is rarely seen.
The street lights were a little dim, which made Zhou Wen feel a little uncomfortable. His anemia seemed to be getting worse.
He consumed too much blood during this period. Fortunately, he was young enough and strong enough. If he were an elderly person, his own hematopoietic function would definitely not be able to supply the blood if he consumed so much, and problems would have occurred long ago.
"I'll go to the supermarket later to buy some brown sugar and make some brown sugar water to drink. I hope it will be of some help." Zhou Wen muttered to himself.
He also knew that it would be of little use, and even if he went to the hospital to see a doctor, it would not solve his actual problem.
If he really wants to solve the problem of excessive blood loss, there is only one way, which is to let fewer bloody men in the game die. As long as the bloody men do not die, he will not have to waste his own blood.
"Cough cough!" Zhou Wen was walking when he heard a man coughing in front of him. He looked up and saw an old man walking towards him with a hunched back, his head lowered, one hand lightly clenched in front of his mouth, coughing from time to time.
Zhou Wen didn't care much and continued walking forward, but who knew that when the old man was less than three meters away from him, he fell to the ground with a thud.
"Uncle, are you okay?" Zhou Wen walked over to check on the old man.
The old man seemed to be in a state of emptiness. He sat on the ground and couldn't get up for a while. He said weakly: "It's okay. I'm just old and have more diseases. I'm useless. I'll be fine after a rest."
"Then let me help you sit over there." Zhou Wen saw a bus stop not far away with benches for passengers to rest while waiting for the bus.
The old man nodded, and Zhou Wen held his arm and helped him sit down on the bench.
Zhou Wen looked at the old man out of habit. He looked to be in his seventies or eighties, with gray hair and wrinkles all over his face. However, judging from his thin cheeks and facial features, he must have been a handsome man when he was young.
Zhou Wen felt a little pity in his heart. Old people of his age were considered the most tragic generation.
When the extra-dimensional storm subsided, it caused great chaos. Those ten years were the most chaotic and darkest period in the entire human history.
The source of this chaos is not the terrifying extra-dimensional creatures, but human beings themselves.
Most creatures from other dimensions cannot break out of the other-dimensional realm, so except for the areas originally occupied by the other-dimensional realm, humans in other areas are not in much danger.
However, when humans discovered that they could use dimensional crystals to become superhumans, many humans who gained power revealed the darkest and most terrifying side of humanity.
In that turbulent and dark era, many terrifying demons and ambitious people emerged among mankind, and humans killed each other, and the blood flowed like rivers.
Men of the old man's age came from that dark age. His age had already exceeded the golden period for cultivation in that era, and there was no such stable education and resource supply as there is now. Most men of his age had not practiced much, and even if they did, their achievements were mostly very limited.
It is not a pleasant thing to not die in that dark and chaotic era and to be lucky enough to live to this day.
Because humans who have been practicing since childhood not only have strong immunity and rarely get sick, but also age more slowly and their lifespan is extended to a certain extent, which is far beyond the reach of the elderly who lived through that era.
Nowadays, many people in their forties and fifties look and act similarly to when they were in their twenties and thirties.
Even if I get old in the future and reach the age of an elderly person, I will not be as weak and sickly as an elderly person.
"Uncle, if you have nothing else to do, I'll leave first." Seeing that the old man's condition had improved a little, Zhou Wen prepared to leave.
"Young man, it's fate that we meet. Can you talk to me?" The old man looked at Zhou Wen with cloudy eyes and said in a weak voice.
"I don't know how to chat." Zhou Wen said this not to reject the old man, but he really didn't know how to chat.
"It's okay, let me ask you a few questions." The old man smiled, but immediately started coughing again.
"Just ask." Zhou Wen said as he stood in front of the bench.
He usually plays games and rarely communicates with others. It doesn't seem like a bad thing that someone is willing to chat with him.
Of course, the premise is that the questions raised by the old man will not be too difficult for Zhou Wen to answer.
"Do you like women with big breasts or women with small breasts?" The question asked by the old man made Zhou Wen slightly stunned.
(End of this chapter)
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