Yang Zhao followed the aunt to the empty room, and Miss Xiaoyu also went to get a book and would arrive later.
Yang Zhao sat on the chair and placed his schoolbag in a position where he would record the video.
"Sister Yang Zhao, the acupuncture is very simple. The first acupuncture point should be light, so that the spiritual energy of the veins and leaves can enter the body; the acupoints in the middle should be stable, so that the entire meridians are stabilized and not messed up; the last acupuncture point should be heavy, so as to cut off the spiritual energy. Way to go.”
Girl Xiaoyu handed the book to Yang Zhao.
"Sister Yang Zhao, this is the book I used to learn how to open your pulse. I give it to you for your use."
Then she explained the book in detail, and finally wanted to try it on Yang Zhao so that she could experience it for herself.
The aunt who was sitting next to her drinking tea coughed, stopped Miss Xiaoyu, and then stabbed Yang Zhao with a few needles with her own hands.
"Just listen to Xiaoyu and don't let that kid stab you. Do you still want to walk back by yourself?"
Yang Zhao was frightened for a while after hearing this. She had really heard of someone stabbing herself to paralysis.
The aunt pulled out the needle from her body and said, "That's all for today. You can't bite off more than you can chew. Come over here when you have time and learn bit by bit. Ask me if there's anything you can't figure out."
"Thank you so much for your help. I am free every afternoon and can come to study with you."
Yang Zhao said goodbye to the two of them gratefully, put on his schoolbag and walked home.
We ate some dinner at a small stall on the way, and Shen Ruoyu was not there when we got home.
She entered the house and started sorting out today's videos, and then started copying books.
The more troublesome part of copying the book is that she cannot translate it into Chinese without authorization. There is always some gap between the two languages, and it is easy for the words to fail to convey the meaning. The things recorded in this book are fatal. The consequences of random translation Just a disregard for human life.
She could only copy in local script, which was much slower.
She copied the book for two nights before completing it.
Then she asked Shen Ruoyu to follow her, and the two of them found another meridians to open all the remaining meridians.
Yang Zhao endured his shame and found a female pulse doctor to videotape the entire process.
This time it was much more difficult to open the pulse than the last time, but the female pulse opener was very experienced and the process went smoothly. Only Yang Zhao felt more fear than the last time, and was finally hit by a monkey with a stick. Knocked back.
When she woke up, she felt a buzzing in the top of her head.
"Can't you hit me a little gentler? If I'm stupid, who will be responsible?" Yang Zhao muttered and complained.
Shen Ruoyu, who was waiting outside, was very happy to see her come out.
"Put out your hand and let me take a pulse."
Yang Zhao obediently stretched out his hand and asked him to feel his pulse.
"Infinite Heavenly Lord, this time is good. All the meridians are open, and you can practice orthodox exercises."
After the two of them went home, Shen Ruoyu began to dictate the exercises, while Yang Zhao copied them in Chinese characters and videotaped them.
Shen Ruoyu sighed after seeing her finish copying: "This is the Sanqing Zhengyang Sutra, the orthodox exercise method of Yunyang Temple. In fact, if possible, I don't want you to learn it."
Yang Zhao raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"
Shen Ruoyu: "Hey, this technique is already an old version from five or six hundred years ago. It must be a bit old-fashioned. If someone had been sorting out and revising it during the past five or six hundred years, it would definitely be much better than it is now."
She understood clearly that Master thought this technique was outdated and could not keep up with the times. But he had no choice but to find a cultivation technique that kept up with the times in his hometown, and Yang Zhao didn't dare to learn it.
"What's the matter? It's not easy to have a suitable exercise book. I don't dare to be greedy."
Shen Ruoyu was a little dissatisfied with his attitude: "How can this be greed? Cultivation of the mind is about conforming to nature, and cultivation is about going against nature. The two are indispensable. A cultivator must have the attitude of a cultivator."
Yang Zhao nodded repeatedly without talking back.
Shen Ruoyu called her to the courtyard and said, "I will take you to practice together these two days. You study hard and don't cheat."
"Master, is there any action in formal cultivation?"
"You asked this question last time. Likewise, your willpower simply cannot direct your spiritual power to flow along your meridians. If you have a different mind and your spiritual power goes astray, you will become possessed. ”
"These training routines are just for you to concentrate."
Yang Zhao thought it made sense, so he quickly took out his mobile phone, found a good position to take pictures, walked behind his master, and started learning from him.
"This action is to allow you to better control the movement of spiritual energy. Don't just do it!"
"You have to do your movements well, otherwise how will your spiritual power be used?"
"You have to concentrate and don't think wildly!"
"This movement is coherent, and the movement of spiritual energy is also coherent. You can't disconnect it!"
………
Yang Zhao's head was so sprayed that he felt like his hands and feet didn't obey his orders, and he had his own ideas, let alone his spiritual energy.
Memories of taking Tai Chi exams in college came to mind again. They were precious videos of human beings initially taming their hands, feet and body!
Yang Zhao was even more tired this time, and the sweat couldn't stop flowing downwards. After practicing again, he felt that his whole body was heating up.
The most special thing is that her sensitivity to the aura around her has been greatly improved, and she can sense this substance called aura constantly moving around her.
At this moment, she felt as if her short-sighted eyes had seen the world clearly for the first time.
Spirituality is no longer nothingness, it has become a visible and tangible object.
Yang Zhao was very excited and practiced with his master a few more times.
"Okay, okay, you have to practice according to your ability. This is a matter of hard work, and you can't master it overnight. You should go back and wash up and rest." Shen Ruoyu stopped her from practicing again.
Yang Zhao: "Thank you, Master, for your teachings. I have troubled you a lot today, Master."
"What should we both be thankful for? Go ahead, go ahead, a woman's family should pay attention to their appearance."
Yang Zhao: "......"
This was due to the smell of sweat on her body, but no one's sweat smells good.
Yang Zhao went back to the house to wash up in embarrassment, and then went out to have a hearty meal.
I obviously need to eat more today than usual, and I always want to eat meat.
She thought to herself: It seems that there is a lot of activity today.
After eating and drinking, Yang Zhaomao contacted his brother in the house.
"Brother, I now have a complete method of opening pulses and awakening spirits. Ask the other person if he is interested? If so, find someone alone and ask him to add me on WeChat, and I will chat with him alone."
You don’t need to say who this “other party” is, you know it as soon as you say it.
Yang Yun: "Okay, I'll tell them right now. But you also know that they always have to hold a meeting or something, so they move slowly."
Yang Zhao: "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry."
