One person: Became a disciple of Shaolin Temple and instantly learned 72 Shaolin skills.

Beijing.

In a luxurious villa.

A young man, around sixteen or seventeen years old, was shirtless, with his arms supporting him on the edge of the pool, only his upper body was visible, while his lower body was submerged in the water.

The young man had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a straight nose, and a handsome face with distinct features. The faint smile at the corner of his mouth added a touch of devilish charm.

This man was Wang Qing, who had just returned home from Shaolin Temple.

He has been home from Shaolin for five years now, and for those five years he has been living the life of a rich young master. The only thing that bothers him is that his father wants him to go to school, saying that after he graduates from university he can come and help him at the company.

Having already received an education in his previous life and having worked as a corporate slave for several years, how could Wang Qing possibly agree to that?

However, he couldn't resist his mother's pleading, so he had no choice but to obediently go back to his studies.

However, he recently caused some trouble at school and was ordered to go home to rest. Actually, he just didn't like some bullies and broke a few of their ribs.

After Wang Weiguo understood the reason, he didn't blame Wang Qing. He just wanted to change his school, but Wang Qing refused.

Reading is the most boring thing ever.

"The vast horizon is my love, flowers are blooming at the foot of the rolling green hills, what kind of rhythm is this..."

A series of cell phone ringtones sounded.

Wang Qing reached out and the phone on the table next to him was sucked into his hand.

After glancing at the caller ID, Wang Qing casually pressed the answer button, and a slightly weary voice came through.

"Hello, is this Baochan?"

“It’s me, Master. What brings you here to call me today?” Wang Qing said with a smile.

Even when he's free, he'll call him.

"What kind of talk is that? What's wrong with a master showing concern for his disciple?" Jie Kong said somewhat displeased.

"Alright, alright, just tell me what's on your mind. I already went to Shaolin last month, so the next time will have to wait until next year."

Wang Qing was quite helpless about Jie Kong's increasingly childlike nature as he got older.

"That's not what I wanted to talk about. The main thing is that some old geezer keeps calling me to brag about how amazing his disciples are. I'm getting so annoyed by him. Recently, he even called to ask me to come and observe some bullshit Luo Tian Grand Ceremony. Do you think I can tolerate that?"

"You go in my place and put that old guy on his toes, so he won't keep bragging to me all the time."

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded somewhat exasperated.

Wang Qing only realized this after hearing about the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony.

It seems that the main storyline of Under One Person is about to begin without us even realizing it.

"Master, you're not talking about that guy from Longhu Mountain, are you?" Wang Qing asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Who else could it be but him? It's like he's the only one with disciples."

"Baochan, I've already said I'm going to slap that old man in the face. You can't let me lose face."

As expected, it was the old master Zhang Zhiwei, but Wang Qing was not surprised by it.

After all, his master and the old master Zhang Zhiwei were both among the Ten Elders, so it was perfectly normal for them to have connections.

To Wang Qing's surprise, the two old men were just like children, and they even compared their disciples.

However, I've been a bit bored staying at home lately, so I might as well have some fun at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony.

This is a good opportunity to see the so-called Eight Extraordinary Skills.

It seems my third brother, who is practicing at Wudang, will also be going this time. I'm really looking forward to seeing him.

"No problem, leave it to me. I guarantee I'll make you look good." Wang Qing agreed confidently.

"That's good. Your teacher will wait for your good news." Jie Kong was very satisfied with Wang Qing's answer.

"Okay, goodbye Master." Wang Qing said, about to hang up the phone.

At that moment, Bao Chan's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Master, you're going to burn it."

"You little brat, didn't you see your master was calling your junior brother? Couldn't you even turn around and look?"

Wang Qing shook his head helplessly at his lovable but eccentric master.

Wang Qing put down her phone, stood up from the pool, put on a bathrobe, and sat down on a chair next to her.

There is still some time before the Luotian Grand Ritual begins.

At this point in time, Zhang Chulan was apparently still in school, unaware that his grandfather's grave was about to be dug up.

Wang Qing found this guy, who doesn't want a green face, quite interesting when he read comics in his previous life.

And then there's Feng Baobao, that temporary worker from North China; both of them are truly interesting.

"Never mind, let's book a ticket and go sightseeing in North China first."

Wang Qing opened her phone and booked a business class high-speed rail ticket to the nearest city in North China.

……

the next day.

Wang Qing left a letter on the table saying he was going on a trip and then went out.

He's familiar with this; he did it the same way when he went to Shaolin Temple before.

Wang Qing hailed a taxi and arrived at the nearest high-speed rail station.

After waiting for a short while in the waiting room reserved for business class passengers, Wang Qing's high-speed train arrived, and the ticket check and boarding process was completed smoothly.

Wang Qing arrived at the business class carriage and quickly found his seat. There were only three seats in the row of business class, and Wang Qing chose the seat on one side.

After sitting down, Wang Qing started playing on his phone. He had to admit that the business class seats were really comfortable.

When the high-speed train started moving, Wang Qing reclined his seat and lay down to sleep.

I don’t know how long it took.

When Wang Qing woke up, he found that the high-speed train was stopped at a station and passengers were boarding. Wang Qing yawned and realized that he was still some distance away from his destination.

Just as Wang Qing was about to take another nap,

He smelled a peculiar scent wafting in the air.

Although the aroma was masked by the strong fragrance, Wang Qing could still detect a trace of it.

This is the stench of a corpse.

Wang Qing himself is not sure how strong he is now. As his strength increases, his five senses also become extremely developed. So he tries to keep a low profile and make himself look like an ordinary person.

Wang Qing curiously peeked out and looked towards the back of the carriage.

A girl wearing a white sleeveless shirt and a pink skirt walked in front. She had delicate features, red hair that was loose down her back, and two ponytails that hung down in front of her chest, swaying as she walked.

The source of the peculiar scent was a woman who was following behind the girl and was completely covered up.

The reason it is described as a woman is...

That's naturally because of her undeniably curvaceous figure.

Wang Qing felt that the face looked familiar, and after thinking about it carefully, he realized who it was.

Isn't this Liu Yanyan, the rebellious girl who ran away from home?

As the sole heir of the Liu family in western Hunan, it's not unusual for him to have a corpse by his side; it's just unexpected to run into her here.