Convenes the World

Death from cold and hunger is not Zhou An’s own personal experience, but having a meal or a feeling of hunger is the most vivid memory left by Zhou An’s ex, which is much deeper than other memories.

Hungry, hunger, hunger, the feeling of hunger that was so deep that I wished I could chew the wood a few bites, even if it was a layer of feeling, it made Zhou An feel scared.

Now, some people take him in. Even if Mrs. Reulter’s meaning is not to adopt him as an adopted son, but to hire him to become a clerk, which makes Zhou An breathe a sigh of relief - at least not to worry about starving to death again.

"Do you want to eat more?" Mrs. Reult asked as Zhou An ate a large bowl of porridge cleanly.

Ande put down the porridge bowl and shook his head: "Madam, thank you, no need. I have been hungry for too long and my stomach is fragile, so I can't eat too much at once."

Mrs. Reult was a little surprised: "Then aren't you hungry now?"

"Hungry, but if you eat it now for a while, you may get sick."

Mrs. Reulter looked at the child carefully and said in surprise: "You are a self-controlled child. It is not easy for adults to control yourself when you are hungry."

"Thank you for your compliment, Mrs. Reult, but I feel a little dizzy. Can I sleep for a while?" Zhou An asked embarrassedly.

"Of course, my child, you have just recovered and it is normal for you to be weak. You go to bed, I'll take this bowl away."

"Ah! Mrs. Reult, I'm so rude. I'll wash the dishes before going to bed."

"Good boy, you don't have to wash dishes today. Mr. Tligan paid you a week's room fee and meals. You were a guest at Reulter's Hotel this week. How could you let customers wash dishes?" Mrs. Reulter said with a smile.

"Mr. Telligan?"

"Yes, it was Mr. Tilligan, Mr. Cory and Ms. Lerera who saved you from the forest, and they paid you a week's expense."

"This, this is really - Mrs. Reulter. Can I know where they are? I want to go and see you." Zhou An's gratitude was not something he pretended to be.

"You have a rest first. If they hear you wake up, they will come to see you."

As he said that, Mrs. Reulter picked up the empty bowl and walked out, and took the door with her.

Zhou An looked at the closed door, hesitated for a moment, and lay down on the bed. He was indeed a little weak, but the main problem now is not this.

Zhou An, half lying and half sitting, prayed to all the gods and Buddhas in the sky several times, but found that no big shot in the legendary earth was willing to accept him, the lost lamb.

As for the bigwigs in this world, Zhou Anke did not dare to pray to them.

It is impossible to see that he is a big boss of the time traveler. His level is probably limited, so he will most likely not be able to send him back to Earth. But if the other party can see that he is a time traveler, the possibility of being dissected is far greater than the possibility of others doing good deeds and sending himself back to Earth.

It is better to begging for others than asking for others. Zhou An took back his spirit and would rather carefully study his golden finger, which seems not very reliable.

If you don’t tell me how this golden finger came about, at least you have to know how to use it?

Lying on the bed, Zhou An closed his eyes and observed the screen of "self-examination" in his mind.

On the left side of the screen, which occupies nearly one-third of the entire screen, is an image full of nakedness.

Although his face was a little unfamiliar, Zhou An still knew that this was the body he occupied.

As Zhou An touched the image, some information was displayed on the screen.

Ander Tilles is the original name of this body.

The boy had a pale face, skinny as if he would break with force.

This is not unusual. If a starving ghost is full, that is strange.

The hair is a malnourished brown color with several moles on the shoulders and lower abdomen and scars on the legs and arms.

When searching the memories left by the body, apart from hunger and common language, Ander Tilles left not much information to Zhou An.

As for Ander Tilles' biological parents, there are only two warm silhouettes left in the memory left by this child, and they can't even see what they look like.

Zhou An sighed.

Zhou An is also an orphan. What is worse than Ander Tills is that he has never seen his parents look like. From what I can remember, he has been in the orphanage.

There is actually nothing wrong with life in an orphanage. As long as you do your own thing well and don’t cause trouble, no one will come to care about you.

Sometimes there are conflicts between orphans, but no one has the support of their parents, which is fair in a sense.

Zhou An has a big fist and a sweet mouth. He has a good relationship with his teachers and deans. He rarely suffers when he stays in an orphanage for more than ten years.

Although he cannot be said to be the boss of the orphanage, he is doing well - otherwise it would be impossible for the orphanage to be supported by him to go to college.

On Earth, Zhou An never thought that being an orphan was anything wrong, but that was only on the premise of improving social security.

The experience of Ander Tilles tells Zhou An how difficult it is to survive as an orphan in this world without social security.

However, Zhou An is a realist. Forget it, it’s okay to sigh at his ex’s misfortune, but it may not be possible to say how sympathy he is.

As an orphan, without parents' care, you have to take care of yourself first in everything.

There is a saying that goes, "Family affairs, national affairs, and the world are concerned about everything."

In Zhou An's view, this sentence means: Everyone is the center of his own world. He first solves his own problems and then has the spare time to care about his family; only after he settles his family, he can pay attention to the entire country; only when his country is prosperous and develops smoothly can he consider the well-being of other countries and the entire world.

This is a progressive concentric circle with self as the center.

Before your problems are solved, don’t worry about state affairs and the world. It’s not enough to worry about it. It’s just a waste of energy and time to talk in vain.

As Zhou An's fingers stayed on the image, the skill of "self-examination" finally revealed its special features.

The image is peeled off layer by layer, showing the internal situation of Ander Tilles' body.

Ander Tilles's body is colorful, most of which are purple and blue. Among these colors, there are some cyan lines interspersed. The most conspicuous part of the whole body is yellow, which is located in the brain and heart respectively.

With Zhou An’s questions about these colors, the text description is automatically generated next to the image.

This is sorted according to the wavelength of the spectrum. The closer it is to red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, the closer it is to red, the greater the wavelength of the part and the more active it is; the closer it is to purple, it means that the shorter the wavelength of the part is, even close to necrosis.

In other words, dark purple areas represent basic necrosis of body tissues. Purple areas provide insufficient blood supply and malnutrition. Blue areas are considered sub-healthy, and blue areas are barely healthy.

Ander Tills is in good condition, only his brain and heart.

As for those cyan lines, they should be blood vessels distributed in the body. Due to blood flow, these blood vessels are well maintained.

The body left by the ex is a bit exaggerated to say that it is full of holes, but it is not much better.

Zhou An has nothing to complain about. Don’t think that the jujubes you eat for free are big. It’s good to pick up your body without missing arms and legs. What else can you ask for?

Zhou An thought for a while and continued to reach out and press it on the image. With his will, the image changed again.

Other parts of the body gradually disappeared, leaving only Ander Tilles' hands enlarged many times and displayed on the screen.

The bones, skin, ligaments and nerves of the hands are all visible on this enlarged image.

Zhou An gently used his left hand to make a grip, and the left hand on the image also made a grip.

As the hand moves, it can be clearly seen on the image that the vasculature on the left hand is dilated and the muscle contracts.

Zhou An was curious and further enlarged the image of his hands. The skin cells and nerve fibers began to appear on the image, and even the flashing electric light on the palm nerve fibers could be seen!

Seeing this, Zhou An's brain began to hurt slightly. As a college student who had experienced the college entrance examination, Zhou An knew that it was a symptom of excessive brain use, and he would get better after a night of sleep. If he persisted, in this state, his thinking efficiency would be greatly reduced. It seems that using the 'self-examination' skill is not completely costless.

The future is long, so there is no need to force yourself to death when you are so weak. If excessive fatigue leads to illness, Zhou Anke does not think that Mr. Telligan, the adventurer, will continue to pay with kindness and support himself in vain.

Sleep, sleep!

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The next day, after Zhou An got up, he moved his hands and feet in the room.

.The wild horse splits its mane, the white crane spreads its wings, hugs its knees and steps, waves the pipa with its hands, rolls its arms backwards, cloud hands, single whip, high styling horses, and thrusts left and right!

Each move is stretched and generous, and the hands and feet are constantly connected. It is definitely not just a beginner to practice, but it is a trick to copy it.

In the small guest room, Zhou An tried to make Tai Chi feel smooth and flowing.

Thanks to the blessing of the Tianchao Education Bureau, the Tianchao college students' examination items actually included the strange content of the twenty-four styles of Tai Chi.

Since there are exams, there will naturally be teaching. The school specially invites national athletes (Tai Chi has national martial arts athletes) to guide the students.

Zhou An also learned the twenty-four styles of Tai Chi at that time.

If you want to get a scholarship, you must at least get the "excellent" or above evaluation. How could an orphan college student like Zhou An who relies on scholarships not work hard?

Although Zhou An didn't know how to play, he couldn't do it either, but Zhou An was familiar with the practice of simplifying the Tai Chi practice in the twenty-four ways of simplifying the Tai Chi practice. Even the Tai Chi teacher who guided them said that he practiced well.

As Zhou An gradually moved his muscles and bones, the Tai Chi was more and more smoothly. Zhou An not only felt less struggling, but instead felt a feeling of relaxing the whole body.

As Tai Chi gradually becomes better, something even more wonderful happens - it can be seen from the interface of "self-examination" that with each move of Tai Chi, the color blocks representing the health of the body's tissues begin to change, and there is a faint shadow, which wanders around the body with the traction of the Tai Chi path.

Wherever this shadow goes, the dark purple that is close to necrosis begins to fade; the purple that represents insufficient nutrition begins to change to blue, and even represents a healthy yellow area, which lights up slightly when this shadow wanders over.

Is this - Qi and blood?

Although he is good at Tai Chi, Zhou An is not a martial arts master. He has only seen it in novels such as controlling qi and blood.

In reality, if there is any martial arts master who really says that he can control the flow of qi and blood, Zhou An must have spitted his face directly - if you are really that powerful, why don’t you go to the boxing Sanda game to win glory for the country?

Foreigners have never heard of anyone practicing the secret energy of Qi and Blood, but if they can win the boxing championship, it means they are strong. If you say you have reached a certain level, you will also go up and fight?

With the last cross-handed gesture, Zhou An put his feet together and stood at the beginning. The light and shadow in his body also returned to his lower abdomen as Zhou An pressed his hands, making Zhou An's lower abdomen warm, as if soaked in warm water.

Zhou An was surprised and inevitably had some doubts - is this the real mystery of the first Tai Chi in China in the past five thousand years? But he has practiced Tai Chi himself not once or twice. Why doesn’t he feel like this on earth?

No, hurry up and do it again, don't have an illusion yourself.

Over and over again, Zhou An was tirelessly practicing Tai Chi, and the light and shadow in his body moved with the fist.
Chapter completed!