Siheyuan: Eastern Qigong Master

Yi Zhonghai and his wife didn't know how to live.

The Old Buddha is like a knife hanging over the heads of Yi Zhonghai and his wife. If it is not removed, they will be unable to sleep or eat, and their life will be worse than death. They will live in torture every day.

They dreamed that Karl Lagerfeld would suddenly appear, and they didn’t know what to do.

After all, the old Buddha has caused them too much harm.

This caused Ning Xiaoming to become an idiot and lose his fertility.

Seeing Karl Lagerfeld is more terrifying than seeing the devil.

The old man and Yi Zhonghai and his wife have been living in dire straits these days, and their life is worse than death. On the surface, they have no worries about food and clothing, but the mental torture is the most tormenting.

Ning Xiaoming and the old man returned to the living room.

Niu Niu and Xiao Xia were dozing off on one side, while Old Buddha and Second Uncle were looking at the laptop and Liu Lan's web pages with great interest and seemed to be having a great time.

Seeing them happy, Ning Xiaoming felt uncomfortable. He didn’t know why, but he just couldn’t bear to see Mr. Buddha happy.

As for his second uncle and his people, Ning Xiaoming also disliked them.

If the second uncle had a brotherly affection for Yi Zhonghai and his wife, Yi Zhonghai and his wife would not have lost their fertility.

If Ning Xiaoming had not practiced Taoism, Yi Zhonghai and his wife would not have been able to recover now.

After consuming so many spiritual food ingredients and being nourished by the great power of heaven and earth in this small world, he finally recovered.

Seeing Karl Lagerfeld is like seeing an enemy. Unless Karl Lagerfeld changes for the better, he will not be able to forgive them.

Niu Niu and Xiao Xia ran over and looked at Ning Xiaoming pitifully.

Ning Xiaoming smiled knowingly and took them into his little world.

Seeing how happy Old Buddha and the others were, Ning Xiaoming could only sigh.

After all, designing a fantasy array of various aspects of life is not something that can be set up in a day or two. It takes a certain amount of time.

It will take at least a week, and all the staff of the Array Research Institute will work hard to design the array.

The illusion array of various aspects of life is of no use to ordinary people and is designed purely for the old Buddha and others.

The old man is already a cultivator, and has reached a certain level of cultivation. When he enters the illusion array of life, he will not be able to taste the various flavors of life.

"Nickname, nickname!"

Yan Bugui's voice came from outside.

Ning Xiaoming walked out.

Open the backyard door.

When he saw Yan Bugui bringing Director Wang from the Street Office and Wo Aiguo, he couldn't help but look surprised.

There was also a middle-aged man with a righteous face and a amiable feeling. Seeing him was like seeing the closest person.

"This is Mr. Zhou, he's here to talk to you about something important." Wo Aiguo introduced hurriedly.

Ning Xiaoming was in awe!

These big leaders are the people Ning Xiaoming respects the most. Even if they have not traveled through time, these big leaders are still the people Ning Xiaoming respects the most and the idols in his mind.

Ning Xiaoming stands at attention and salutes!

"Good leadership!"

Mr. Zhou smiled warmly and waved at Ning Xiaoming.

"No need to be so polite. I came here this time to ask for something very important."

"Please give your instructions, leader. I will definitely complete the task if I can do it. If there is something I cannot do, I will find a way to do it." Ning Xiaoming answered in a sonorous and powerful voice.

Mr. Zhou smiled with relief.

"With passionate young people like you, the ancient Eastern country will surely become stronger."

Ning Xiaoming hurriedly welcomed Mr. Zhou in.

Arrived at the living room.

When the old lady saw Mr. Zhou, her expression changed constantly and she immediately became respectful.

Ning Xiaoming showed a look of surprise. Even if he used the power of the divine nature, he was unable to crush the evil resentment deep in the old Buddha's heart.

Mr. Zhou's magnetic field can actually crush the evil in Mr. Lafayette's heart.

How is this going?

God is very fair. The top leaders of the ancient Eastern country are unable to practice cultivation. Even if they have a certain level of cultivation, once they reach a certain position, their cultivation will disappear inexplicably.

The way of heaven is to prevent those in power from keeping control of power forever.

If that gentleman could live to be 200 years old, the ancient Eastern country would definitely be the most powerful country and the world hegemon by the 20th century.

It's a pity that I can't practice and achieve immortality.

What would happen if I lived twenty more years?

After all, if everyone is united and so many workers in factories and enterprises work wholeheartedly and supervise their leaders so as to avoid mistakes and put an end to corruption, what kind of society would that be?

In this era, workers and farmers have a strong sense of justice. They will step forward to report anyone who makes a mistake or infringes upon collective interests, even at the cost of their lives, in order to safeguard the collective national interests.

Unfortunately, after the founding of the country, that gentleman only ran the business for twenty-seven years.

Twenty-seven years of hard work created wealth that shocked the whole world. If another twenty years passed, it would be hard to imagine how prosperous and powerful the ancient Eastern country would become.

"Thank you for the compliment." Ning Xiaoming smiled shyly.

Mr. Zhou had a warm smile on his face.

"A patriotic overseas Chinese is seriously ill and wants to return to his homeland. Unfortunately, the ugly country refuses to let him go, so I would like to ask you to go and bring him back, preferably alive."

Ning Xiaoming's face was solemn. The word "patriotic overseas Chinese" showed that this overseas Chinese had made an absolutely enormous contribution to the country.

Overseas Chinese in the ancient oriental country who loved their motherland made extraordinary contributions to the liberation. Many of them spent all their wealth to raise military funds for the people's soldiers.

Even if they were beheaded, they would still get war supplies from abroad.

“Where are the overseas Chinese?”

As for picking people up, as long as they are on the mother planet, Ning Xiaoming can transfer them back at any time.

Unless the other party is imprisoned and guarded by an expert, it is just a matter of Ning Xiaoming's thought.

Mr. Zhou's secretary immediately handed Ning Xiaoming a letter.

I saw it was a telegram.

Ning Xiaoming is a member of the special group and knows the telegraph codes.

When I see a string of numbers, I immediately understand what they mean.

The address was relayed back by radio.

"Sir, wait a few minutes, I will go and pick the person up right away." Ning Xiaoming said, bowed to Mr. Zhou, and his body disappeared as if it had turned into gas.

Mr. Zhou and everyone else looked horrified.

Yan Bugui and Liu Hai were shocked!

Wo Aiguo was also extremely shocked!

After all, he has already reached the foundation-building stage.

Seeing Ning Xiaoming disappear like gas, it was impossible to judge Ning Xiaoming's level of cultivation, which seemed unfathomable.

Ugly Country San Francisco Manor.

Patriotic overseas Chinese collected many crop seeds needed by the ancient Eastern countries.

Grain seeds and rubber seeds were prohibited by foreign countries from being sold to the ancient Eastern country. Anyone who sold these seeds to the ancient Eastern country would be beheaded.

A lot of contraband substances were collected, but unfortunately they were discovered. Many soldiers are guarding the manor at the moment.

The supplies are all in the manor, but the patriotic overseas Chinese are not there.

The enemy has heavily guarded the area and set up a tight net, waiting for the agents sent by the ancient Eastern country to enter the net.

Ning Xiaoming was suspended in the sky above the manor, his spiritual consciousness blossoming.

With just one thought, all the items in the manor were collected into the small world.