The Great Tao Chronicle

Under the light in the bedroom, An Qisheng curled up and fell asleep.

In his mind, there was a long rope woven with hemp rope, and on the long rope, there were nine short ropes of different lengths hanging upside down.

Notes on knotting the rope!

The plan to visualize the chip failed shamefully.

It is easy to visualize the chip. To visualize all the countless resistors and capacitors in it, the amount of work is huge, beyond An Qisheng's imagination.

Makes him have to settle for the next best thing.

With this retreat, we have retreated to the most ancient record of knotted ropes.

"It really failed..."

An Qisheng sighed in his heart and scattered the long rope.

The knotted notes are too old to be of any use to him. If he does not talk about the knotted notes, even if he tries hard to visualize the abacus, it is meaningless to him.

What he needs is fast storage, learning, and analysis, not simple numerical calculations.

"Maybe I'm still not skilled enough in visualization, maybe I need to try to practice visualization of other things, and then consider this idea after I'm skilled enough?"

An Qisheng opened his eyes, got up, and turned on the computer.

A folder was opened.

In this folder, he has collected Daoist practice, Buddhist visualization, meditation and other methods that he has collected over the past year or not.

Prepare to find one of them and start practicing visualization.

He is not a person who likes to give up. Whether this assumption can be realized or not can only be concluded after many attempts.

"Sun Vision, Water Vision, Earth Vision, Treasure Tree Concept, Treasure Pond View, Baolou View, Image View... Have I collected so many views?"

An Qisheng browsed the documents one by one, smiled wryly and shook his head.

More than a year ago, he was far less calm than he was later. He really refused to let go of any hope. He had collected so many things that he even forgot a little.

"The sun view is not good, the water view is not suitable, and I don't like the Buddha statue view......"

Clicking the mouse, An Qisheng denied them one by one, and finally his eyes lit up, and he found an idea that suits his appetite:

"Nine Visions..."

In this nine-view meditation, the thirty-six objects that make up the human body are viewed as the objects to be visualized.

In addition, there are twelve external things, twelve physical objects, and twelve internal things.

From the body, bones, flesh, skin, skin, tendons, veins, flow, blood, to the heart, liver, lungs, intestines, stomach, excrement, mucus, saliva, and urine, it can be said to be very suitable for the human body.

"The idea of ​​this view is very complicated, and it was difficult for the ancients to practice, because the human body is too complicated, not only thirty-six objects, and most of the predecessors also had difficulty seeing the appearance of each object... "

"But for today's people, there seems to be no difficulty at all..."

An Qi was a little interested. Maybe this idea would help him control the body?

More importantly, for the ancients, there was no concept of physical objects, but for him, there was a concept of physical objects.

Just based on fantasy ideas, the difficulty of composition is not comparable to that of pictures.

Isn't it just a human figure?

This is what he has learned in his life!

"Look for some pictures to visualize?"

An Qisheng's thoughts moved, and he shook his head again:

"No, no, everyone's body is different from others. I might as well go to the hospital tomorrow to take a film..."

After making up his mind, An Qisheng closed the computer and went to bed.

The next day, just after three in the morning, before the stars faded, I woke up, practiced in the yard for three hours in the morning, washed myself, and arrived at Xingcheng People's Hospital at eight o'clock.

After hanging up, I took a full-body film, and it was eleven o'clock when I got home.

Cooking medicinal meals, practicing boxing, shaking big guns...

After finishing the day's homework, the sky has darkened again.

At this time, An Qisheng was in the bedroom. After carefully looking at the film he took, he started to visualize again.

It is difficult to learn meditation. If you don’t understand the essentials of visualization, it will be difficult to get started in any practice.

But once you get started, it becomes easier.

It didn't take much effort, An Qisheng, who had eliminated many distracting thoughts, had already entered the state of visualization.

In a hole of gangsters, a little light lit up.

"Introduction to the nine-ideas view, it starts with the external appearance, the body, some start from the inward, the internal organs, and some start from the inner, the feces and urine drowning......"

As soon as he entered the visualization state, An Qisheng felt that his thoughts became very active and very comfortable.

In the blink of an eye, a lot of thoughts turned around:

"The feces and urine are a bit complicated. I'll start with the appearance first, visualize myself first, and then fill in the bones and muscles..."

An Qisheng closed his eyes and pondered, the little light in his mind gradually began to stretch, transforming towards his own body.

"Hands are a little short... Forget it, let's do this for now... I can't think of my fingers... Forget it, don't put my fingers for now..."

"Five senses... Forget it, let's not have the facial features for now..."

"The toes... Forget it, I'll probably visualize it first and then talk about it."

......

Visualization is a very complicated thing. If you think it is simple, it is often an illusion.

It is like a set of movements, which is very simple for the brain, but the brain issues this instruction, through the skeletal muscle, trillions of skeletal muscle cells, and countless nerve nodes.

It's not that easy to show.

In short, that is,

Brain: "Simple, yes."

Body: "You are farting."

So, the long night was about to pass, and it wasn't until after three in the morning that An Qisheng was finally in his mind.

Visualize one—a stickman.

This is only the first step, the second step, to control the visual character.

As An Qisheng's thoughts moved, the stickman in his mind seemed to be motionless.

But An Qisheng felt that the stickman's arms that had nothing seemed to move.

"It seems feasible!"

An Qisheng opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

Although he just visualized a stickman, but after all, he has all hands and feet. For him, it is already a progress.

At least it's more reliable than visualizing the chip and finally visualizing a rope.

An Qisheng turned over and sat up, feeling quite good:

"The stickman is just the first step. As you slowly fill in, you may be able to visualize yourself after visualizing thirty-six objects! At least let me have a more intuitive impression of my body!"

In the days that followed, An Qisheng still followed his steps.

Every morning at 3:00 in the morning, I will do morning exercises, cook medicines and meals, continue to practice Baji, Xingyi, Dragon and Tiger Catching, etc. At night, I will visualize myself and dream of more boxing masters...

He even tried to fight against Yi Feibai, Feng Mingtao and others in Wudang Mountain in his dream.

The days are boring, immersed in it, but very fulfilling.

Time flies, and another few months have passed.

In the middle of winter again, a heavy snow came suddenly and wrapped Xingcheng in silver clothes overnight.

Phew!

Huhu!

The fist wind howls.

In the yard, An Qisheng was wearing a single shirt, punching in the swirling snow.

Its feet never leave the ground a foot, but the movements are extremely fast.

Often, when he stomps his feet, his strength rises layer by layer, and when they merge into one place, a person is like a broken bow, and his hair is like a thunderbolt.

The snowflakes fluttering all over the courtyard were blasted one after another!

"Huh!"

After a long time, he slowly closed his fists, and slowly exhaled a breath of white air, which did not disperse, and blew away the flying snow foam.

Clap clap clap!

There was applause, and Wang Zhixuan, who was wearing a knee-length trench coat, pushed open the door of the villa and walked in:

"Your progress is much faster than I imagined, and your dark energy has penetrated through your stomach and back. Is that the reason for Juechen's guidance last time on Wudang Mountain?"

Wang Zhixuan stepped on the snow, still wearing the sunglasses that covered half of her face.

"Dr. Wang has been watching for a long time."

An Qisheng didn't seem to be curious about her coming. He glanced at her and asked:

"Can you give me some pointers?"

"You punch well."

Wang Zhixuan stopped far away, and nodded slightly when she heard the words:

"But it's just a good game."

"Why?"

An Qisheng lowered his eyebrows.

In the past few months, he has made the fastest progress. The dark energy not only penetrates his limbs, but also his back.

Wang Zhixuan's eyesight is very good, from his set of boxing skills, he can see his entry at this time.

"Your boxing is too ingenious. Although it is unexpectedly perfect, it is nothing more than that."

Wang Zhixuan put her hands in her coat pockets and looked calm:

"There is no God!"

"God......"

An Qisheng raised his head.

"Kung Fu, from ancient times to the present, its existence has only one purpose, and that is to kill! Everything else is empty!"

Wang Zhixuan slowly pulled out her hands.

In the heavy snow, her palms were almost as white as snow.

Under An Qisheng's gaze, her slender five fingers hanging by her side slowly moved like knives:

"You look good!"

Boom!

An Qisheng's pupils shrank.

I saw Wang Zhixuan, who was at least 20 meters away from him, stepped out in one step, and the snow in the whole courtyard shook under the back of the hunting coat.

boom!

Between the whistling air~www.novelmt.com~ Wang Zhixuan raised her arms like spears, her fingertips like knives, and stepped out in one step, her drooping arms came from bottom to top, top to bottom,

As if the ancient famous generals slashed across the horse and dragged the sword, the momentum was boundless!

At that time, An Qisheng only felt a chill in his neck, and there seemed to be a thick **** aura filling his nose and mouth.

Scared!

His body trembled and his feet stomped, causing the back of his head to hurt.

In between, he leaned forward and turned back halfway.

At the same time, his shoulders lowered, his strength was united, and he suddenly slammed away!

Baji, rely on Tieshan!

Wang Zhixuan's shot was too sharp, which aroused An Qisheng's subconscious counterattack.

Phew!

Stepping out one step and pointing at Wang Zhixuan, who was slashing like a knife, he just smiled lightly when he saw one of An Qisheng's heavy-handed Tie Shanjiao.

The hand knife that was cut off suddenly retracted, spread out his five fingers, pressed down, and pressed it against An Qisheng's hammer-like shoulder.

boom!

The air jolted, and the snow within a few meters around the two of them suddenly rose high.

Click it!

The slate cracked, An Qisheng stepped back two steps, his shoulders seemed to have been burnt by a soldering iron, and the fire burned.

"Your boxing is really accurate."

Wang Zhixuan took a half step back calmly, a little surprised:

"However, you have no gods in your boxing, and you are as beautiful as a dragon. If you can't practice it, you won't be able to master it."

"By God, do you mean emotions? Mind? Or what?"

An Qisheng rubbed his shoulders.

"It's emotions, it's beliefs, and more, it should be a brand."

Wang Zhixuan put her hand back into her pocket and said with a half-smile, not a smile:

"I came from a long way, and you let me stand in the snow to teach you a lesson?"

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