On the way home, Alex passed through a city park. However, the moment Alex's foot stepped through a bush, a hand grabbed his foot.
Oh! My grandson, please wait a bit! "
Alex looked down to see who was holding onto his leg and saw an old man sitting by the bush.
"My God, what are you doing?" Alex said, stunned.
«My grandson, take pity on this poor old man! Please save me some money, I haven't eaten in days! " the old beggar said as he crawled closer to hug Alex's thigh.
The old beggar looked dirty and his white hair reeked of wine.
He wouldn't let go of Alex's leg until he got some money.
Realizing this, Alex could only sigh as he reached into his wallet as he opened it, there was only one bill, after a moment of hesitation, he handed the twenty dollar bill to the beggar.
In his mind, the old beggar was laughing victoriously. "I was right to choose this boy, even though he is the only money he carries, he still gave it to me!"
The beggar immediately slipped the money into his dirty front pocket, but did not release it.
"Don't waste it on wine," Alex fixed with a bit of disappointment on his face.
«My grandson, I also need help with something else ... Could you answer a question?
If you do, I will reward you! "
Alex saw that the old man refused to let go, he said: "Ask, if I can, I will answer you, and for the reward do not worry, I could not take anything from an old beggar."
What old beggar? I just got in trouble! I am not a beggar! " the man replied.
In the end, he could only tell her to ask quickly.
The old man was happy.
«Grandson, just answer this question. Why did you give me all the money that you carry with you? I know that apart from that ticket, you have nothing else.
Alex was surprised by how strange the question was.
From a very young age, his mother had taught him to help those most in need, and after years of giving some money to beggars on the street, this was the first time that one of them worried that he was running out of money.
"Actually, you're right, that was the last money I had, how did you know?" Alex said.
The old man looked at him with a twinkle in his eyes "If it was your last money, why did you give it to me?"
"Because I'm still young, and I can earn money, that's why I thought you need that money more than I do."
"Then I was right to choose you," said the old man.
The old man got to his feet at an extremely fast speed, and took Alex by the wrist, and the pressure that Alex felt was as if the beggar's hand was a bench press.
Before Alex could react, the old man told him: "I have waited for you in this place for many days, I have waited a long time for my disciple, there was almost no wine left in my gourd, but today you came to me."
At that moment, the old man touched Alex's forehead, and a faint Lucy was seen coming out of his fingertips, entering Alex King.
Alex felt a great force run through his body, and a voice constantly repeated the same phrases.
«Deep knowledge is the basis of all power.
Observe, study, experiment, and analyze.
When the disciple is ready, the teacher will arrive ».
The senses of sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch, the human senses, and the various organs of the body are all systems that must be tempered by people wishing to acquire a skill.
Alex could feel, how that great force ran through his senses one by one, improving them many levels to each one, likewise the processing capacity of his brain began to increase as well.
It is often said that an average human being can only use a tenth of the total power of his brain, and that only a very small number of people have managed to use a little more. The world has called these people prodigies.
While Alex was still immersed in all the change that his body was undergoing, many images of his entire life went through his mind, as if he were reliving each memory, but not like the first time he lived it.
This time Alex noticed every gesture, every minute detail, every circumstance in his life became study material, and formed the basis for nurturing his knowledge of the world around him.
Every class he received at school, at the university, every interaction he had with the people who were part of his life, every truth he heard, every lie he discovered.
Alex was caught up in this self-learning, unaware of the time that passed around him.
His body also kept changing, as he assimilated every physical activity Alex performed in the past, and although neither his strength nor his muscle mass increased, his responsiveness did, his muscle memory improved on many levels.
Every fight he participated in, every fight he saw served as the foundation for me to learn what his strengths were and what his weaknesses were.
Many times, people with great potential do not continue to advance because they ignore these two crucial points, but once an individual manages to clearly determine their strengths and weaknesses, they can focus their energies to be better and better. This is the difference between a prodigy, and the rest.
When Alex opened his eyes, he was sitting on a park bench alone. I look in all directions, but he could not see the old man from any of them, for a moment he thought he had dreamed everything, but looking at his side on the bench, a bottle was next to him, and under it a small note .
The note read, "Just one sip of this drink can heal almost any injury you have, take care of it like a treasure. Old Man Zhang Guo ».
The name in the signature of the note seemed familiar to Alex, but he could not remember where he had heard it, he took the bottle with curiosity, and when he opened it, a strong aroma of wine filled the whole place.
"Old drunk!" Alex thought as he put the bottle away and went home. "Call a medicinal drink, a simple wine."
Dusk is the time of day that is most similar to autumn. At this time, the setting sun will comfortably hide half of the face under the distant horizon and the golden glow will cast the shadow of the window frame on the ground. Others always say that twilight is the junction between dusk and evening, but at this point time will become very long, which is the case. Under the irradiation of the yellow light, everything in the world seemed to be covered with a veil, the veil covered the true face of things, making the world glow with tranquility and beauty in a shyness without knowing it.
Alex King walked down the street and the setting sun cast its shadow. He meditated for a long time, only to feel every piece of information he had ever seen sink into his mind, his heart like boiling water.
Alex realized that his ability to learn had far surpassed most people, but it was useless to have that ability, if he did not continue to nurture it with more knowledge. Suddenly he felt the need to learn in depth those things that always caused him curiosity, and those that were really useful to him.
Due to his mother's illness, since they did not have enough money, Alex King had also been in contact with traditional medicine and because of his curious personality, he knew some basic theories of traditional medicine.
If he did not obtain the profound knowledge skill given by the beggar, the martial arts training he learned as a child would not be of much use to him today. But now every technique displayed before him by his childhood teachers was ingrained in his thoughts, and in his body, giving him an above-average sense of power.