Chang Siguo had some urgency in his heart. He had to break the situation as soon as possible. At least, he had to master a certain degree of self-protection.
Chang Siguo turned over and sat up from the bed with a "huh". Chang Siguo suddenly thought that Taoist priest Mingyuan asked him to learn health-building skills, or was it to prepare him in advance to improve his strength in the Qingyuan world?
The old Taoist has great meaning in every step he takes. If he is allowed to practice, he will not hit the wrong target. He will know the truth after trying it.
Sit cross-legged, relax your whole body, put your palms up, place your thumbs and middle fingers lightly on each other, and do a Qi-entraining hand gesture.
First take a long breath, put aside distracting thoughts, and concentrate on breathing.
But for a moment, Chang Siguo, who was in a clear mind, suddenly noticed that there was a warm breath gathering in the sea of qi in his lower abdomen. The feeling was very similar to the feeling of qi explained in the CD. Every time he took a breath into his abdomen, he could feel the warmth. The breath is swirling up and down.
From the throat down, through the chest to the abdomen, there is a numbness and slight itching in the middle line.
Chang Siguo opened his eyes, and the thin feeling of breath disappeared.
He smiled bitterly in his heart. The old Taoist's calculations were perfect. The health-building techniques he gave him were not famous on earth. They could only be practiced in the Qingyuan world, and they had immediate results.
After only thinking about it for a moment, Chang Siguo decided to officially practice health-preserving skills.
Perhaps, the original name was not given by such a plain name because the old Taoist deliberately concealed it and did not want to draw attention to himself.
He couldn't do it without learning. The young man named Ke next to Tian Xiangan put too much pressure on him.
He felt that the man would not give up easily, and there would be follow-up measures waiting to deal with him. He must improve his self-protection strength as soon as possible to cope with the coming unexpected events.
Just muddling along, eating and waiting to die, that was Hei Wa who was not enlightened, not who he is now.
Calm down your mind again, often think about it, close your eyes, adjust your breath and breathe out.
Breathing is long and slow, the pores of the whole body seem to be opened, and the whole body feels comfortable.
Chang Siguo was neither happy nor surprised in his heart. He could subtly detect some body sounds and movements in his body, and he seemed to be wandering outside the world. It was a very strange state of cultivation.
After an unknown amount of time, the sea of air filled with hot air, reaching a certain level and hovering endlessly.
The warm breath suddenly found its outlet and flowed downwards from the sea of air. Chang Siguo's consciousness unconsciously branched out, intentionally or unintentionally, guiding the hot air to carry it around.
When he was on Earth, Chang Si had practiced health-preserving skills for two and a half years. Although he didn't practice very hard afterwards, he was already very familiar with the health-preserving skills. In addition, through his prestige, Master Mingyuan deliberately gave him some tips and tricks.
At this time, everything turned into a natural and mysterious understanding of his cultivation method, and he suddenly understood it.
The warm breath does not move quickly, like a trickle soaking in sand, and it is continuous and thin.
Cross the pass, pass through the narrow pass, go up along the middle of the back to Baihui on the top of the head, and then go down slowly.
When it flows from the center of the eyebrows to the chest, and finally returns to the sea of qi in the lower abdomen, a complete weekly exercise is completed.
There was a vague roar like a wave in the abdomen, which stopped for a moment.
Chang Siguo noticed movement in his body, but he did not wake up from the cultivation state. He used Ruoyouruo unconsciously to activate the warm breath that circled back in the sea of qi, and continued to do the Zhoutian exercise.
The night passed quietly.
When Chang Siguo woke up, the morning light was slightly bright, and outside the tent, the shouts of the patrol soldiers changing shifts could be heard.
Open your eyes, observe the state of the Qi in your body and abdomen, and then meditate for a while.
I often think that at this time my mind is clear and my spirit is refreshed.
He somewhat understood. His progress in cultivation was surprisingly fast. In one night, he went from being able to feel the sense of Qi, to cultivating a large group of warm Qi, and then using a burst of Qi to penetrate the body's main meridians and key points, which still supported this body. blessing.
Hei Wa continued to practice the military skills for five years, almost without a break. It was not useless. Hei Wa practiced until his body was filled with explosive power. The basis of those powers was actually energy stored in the limbs. Because of hundreds of corpses.
There may be consumption at ordinary times, but the supplement is more than the consumption, and more and more accumulates in the body.
What he is doing now is to collect and gather all the breath energy scattered in his limbs and bones through the practice of health cultivation, and make it flow according to the main meridians, so that the breath will not be easily lost in the future.
As for his current cultivation progress, what state of body training has he reached?
He was also confused. He had to wait until he came into contact with the cultivators in this world to figure out that Old Taoist Mingyuan had never told him these irrelevant things.
Getting off the bed, Chang Siguo moved slowly, familiar with the power running freely in his body.
There were bursts of crackling and exploding sounds of bones, and with every movement of his hands, he could use the restrained breath in the sea of Qi to turn into power at will. He felt that the current burst of punch could kill a running horse. Compared with the previous one, it was much more powerful. times.
This power made his confidence soar.
Maybe, when he faces a young man named Ke again, he won't feel powerless to resist?
However, when he is not familiar with the rules, Chang Siguo will try his best to hide his true cultivation level and will not act rashly. His mental age has long passed the impulsive and brainless second grade period.
Slowly gathering his breath, Chang Siguo's aura returned to normal.
He glanced around the dimly lit tent and found that his skin was covered with greasy dirt. Chang Siguo grabbed a torn towel that was barely clean and wiped his body.
Seeing that it was still early, he started practicing Fuhu Jin, one move after another, using luck to drive the energy.
The fists and kicks that I have mastered at ordinary times can make the sound of whistling wind in every move, even if the speed is not fast. The feeling is completely different. But for a moment, the hot sweat is steaming all over the body, and the warm breath turns into strands and spreads across the bones of the body. .
Half an hour later, Chang Siguo stopped and stood up, his breath slowly gathering into the sea of qi again.
After standing in silence for a moment, he noticed that his breath was consuming a little, but he felt that the breath group in the sea of qi seemed to be more condensed and tighter, and the power contained in it was also more refined, and he was thoughtful in his heart.
Maybe you can follow this method, combine the Fuhu Jin and the body-building skills to complement each other and explore your own cultivation?
The breakfast bell rang, and soldiers poured out of each tent, lining up in groups and heading to the dining hall at the edge of the small school grounds.
Chang Siguo wiped away his sweat, picked up the bamboo basket and the big earthen bowl, and followed the crowd. He was hungry.
After eating a bowl of porridge and three large steamed buns, he barely filled his stomach half full. Chang Siguo went back to the tent to pack a large package, and used his customary heavy knife with a notch, as well as a bow and arrow hanging on both sides of his waist. The dagger given to him by Father Hei was tied to the outside of his left foot and covered with his trousers. Just like that, he left the tent where he had lived for five years without looking back.
The outpost Zuo Lieutenant's warehouse is a masonry building. It is separated by a trench and fence at the other end of the small school yard.
Chang Siguo showed the receipt and successfully met the warehouse manager, a thin old man with a cold face and a slight stoop in his left eye.
It is said that this little old man named Mo Xing is quite fierce. He guards the supplies in the warehouse like an iron rooster protecting food. Unless there is a personal warrant from Captain Tian Xiang'an, no one can take away half of the equipment and materials from him. .
Even Tian Xiang'an's bodyguards and the generals who can lead a team of more than a hundred people can't even hope to get a dime from him, let alone the gang leaders and chiefs below.
Mo Xing carefully examined the seal on the order with his single eye, then raised his head, looked at Chang and thought about it for a while, with an incomprehensible smile on his lips, and asked: "You are Hei Wa, the silly boy that Hei Lao Turtle picked up. ?”
Chang Siguo was stunned for a moment. He searched his memory and found that he had never seen an old man with such obvious features.
Could it be that he is a friend of Dad Hei?
Dad Hei has been in the military camp for a long time. Maybe this old man is an old friend of Dad Hei.
Very depressed, where is he stupid? The Hei Wa in his memory used to be dull, inarticulate, and a little stupid. But why did everyone call him a fool?
Fortunately, God loves fools, and fools are blessed!
