Great Dao Ji

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

In his mind, there was a long rope woven with hemp rope lying across it. On top of the long rope, there were nine short ropes of different lengths hanging upside down.

Knot a rope to take notes!

The visualization chip plan failed miserably.

It's easy to visualize a chip, but if you want to visualize all the countless resistors and capacitors in it, the amount of work would be huge, beyond An Qisheng's imagination.

He had to settle for the next best thing.

With this retreat, we have retreated to the most ancient way of tying knots to record events.

“It really failed”

An Qisheng sighed a little in his heart and dispersed the long rope.

Knotting knots to record things is too ancient and of no use to him. Without knotting knots to record things, even if he tries hard to visualize the abacus, it is meaningless to him.

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

"Perhaps I'm not proficient enough in visualization. Maybe I need to try to practice visualizing other things and wait until I'm proficient enough before considering this idea?"

An Qisheng opened his eyes, rolled over and turned on the computer.

A folder is opened.

In this folder are Taoist practices, Buddhist visualization, meditation and other methods that he has collected over the past year or so. I don’t know if they are useful.

Get ready to find one of them and start practicing visualization.

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

"Contemplation of the Sun, Water, Earth, Precious Trees, Precious Ponds, Precious Towers, and Image Contemplation. Have I collected so many contemplation ideas?"

An Qisheng browsed the documents one by one, smiling bitterly and shaking 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 even he himself had forgotten a little.

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

After clicking with the mouse, An Qisheng denied them one by one. Finally, his eyes lit up and he found a concept that suited his appetite:

"Nine Thoughts"

This Nine Thoughts Contemplation takes the thirty-six objects that make up the human body as the objects of visualization.

It is also divided into twelve external objects, twelve physical objects, and twelve inner objects.

From the body, bones, flesh, skin, tendons, pulses, flow, and blood to the heart, liver, lungs, intestines, stomach, feces, tears, saliva, and urine, it can be said to be very consistent with the human body.

"This method of contemplation is very complicated. It was difficult for the ancients to practice because the structure of the human body is too complex. There are not just thirty-six objects. Most of the predecessors also had difficulty seeing the appearance of each object."

"But for people nowadays, it seems there is no difficulty at all."

An Qisheng became a little interested. Maybe this idea of ​​​​contemplation would help him control his physical body?

More importantly, for the ancients, this sect had no concept of physical objects, but for him, it only had the concept of physical objects.

The difficulty of composition based solely on fantasy conception is not comparable to that based on drawings.

Isn't it just a human body diagram?

This is what he has learned in this life!

"Looking for some pictures to visualize?"

An Qisheng thought and shook his head again:

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

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

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

After checking in and taking a full-body X-ray, it was already 11pm when we got home.

Make medicinal meals, practice boxing, and shake the big gun

After finishing my homework for the day, the sky was already dark again.

At this time, An Qisheng was in the bedroom. After carefully looking at the film he had taken, he began to contemplate again.

The method of visualization is difficult to learn, and if you don’t understand the essentials of visualization, it will be difficult to get started with any practice.

But once you get started, it becomes easier.

Without much effort, An Qisheng had already entered a state of visualization after all his distracting thoughts had disappeared.

In the chaotic cave, a little light lit up.

"The introduction to the Nine Thoughts Contemplation starts from the external appearance. When observing the body, some start from the inward direction and observe the internal organs, and some start from the internal contents and observe the feces and urine."

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

Many thoughts passed through my mind:

"Shit and urine are a bit complicated. I'd better start with the appearance of the body. First, visualize the body, and then fill in the bones and muscles."

An Qisheng closed his eyes and pondered, and the light in his mind gradually began to stretch and transform into his own body.

"Forget it, my hands are a bit short. I can't think of using my fingers like this for now. I won't use my fingers for now."

“Forget about the facial features, let’s forget about the facial features for now.”

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

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

Just like a set of movements, it is very simple for the brain, but when the brain issues this instruction, it passes through skeletal muscles, trillions of skeletal muscle cells, and countless nerve nodes.

It is not so easy to show it.

To put it simply, it is,

Brain: "It's easy, I know it."

Body: "You're farting."

Therefore, the long night was about to pass, and it was not until about three o'clock in the morning that An Qisheng finally came to his mind.

Visualize a stick figure.

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

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

An Qisheng felt that the stickman's arms seemed to be moving.

"It seems feasible!"

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

Although he only visualized a stick figure, he had all his hands and feet, which was already an improvement for him.

At least it's more reliable than visualizing a rope from the visualization chip.

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

"The stick figure is just the first step. As you slowly fill it in, until you have visualized thirty-six objects, you may be able to visualize yourself! At least it will give me a more intuitive impression of my body!"

In the days that followed, An Qisheng continued to follow the instructions step by step.

Get up at three o'clock in the morning every day to do morning exercises, cook medicinal meals, and continue to practice Baji, Xingyi, Dragon and Tiger Capture Hands and other boxing techniques. At night, I visualize myself and dream of more boxing masters.

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

The days are boring, but immersing yourself in them is very fulfilling.

Time flies, and several months pass.

Another year in the middle of winter, a heavy snow suddenly came, covering Xingcheng in silver overnight.

call!

Whoops!

The fist wind howled.

In the yard, An Qisheng was wearing a single coat and boxing in the heavy snow.

His feet are never one foot above the ground, but his movements are extremely fast.

Often with a single stomp of the foot, the strength rises layer by layer, converging at one point. The person's bow is like a collapsed bow, and his hair is like thunder. Wherever his fists and feet are directed, the airflow overflows.

The floating snowflakes all over the courtyard were blown up one after another!

"call!"

After a long time, he slowly withdrew his fist and slowly exhaled a breath of white air, which was concentrated and dispersed, blowing away the flying snow foam.

Bang bang bang!

Applause rang out, and Wang Zhixuan, wearing a knee-length windbreaker, opened the door of the villa and walked in:

"Your progress is much faster than I thought, and your dark energy has penetrated your belly and back. Is it because of Juechen's guidance last time on Wudang Mountain?"

Wang Zhixuan came through the snow, still wearing the sunglasses that covered half of her face.

"Dr. Wang has been looking at it for a long time."

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

"Can you give me some advice?"

"You punch well."

Wang Zhixuan stopped walking far away and nodded slightly when he heard the words:

“But it was just a good game.”

"What's the explanation?"

An Qisheng lowered his eyebrows.

These past few months have been the period of time where he has made the fastest progress. Not only has An Jin penetrated his limbs, he has also developed his back.

Wang Zhixuan's eyesight is very good, and he can tell his progress at this time from his set of boxing techniques.

"Your punches are too skillful. Although they are unexpectedly perfect, they are 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, has only one purpose of existence, and that is to kill! Everything else is empty!"

Wang Zhixuan slowly took out her hands.

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

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

"You watch it!"

boom!

An Qisheng's pupils shrank.

Wang Zhixuan, who was at least 20 meters away from him, stepped out with her hunting windbreaker flying back, shaking the snow all over the courtyard.

Bang!

As the air roared, Wang Zhixuan raised his arm like a gun, and his fingertips were like knives. He took a step forward, and his hanging arm came from bottom to top, from top to bottom.

Just like a famous ancient general straddling his horse and dragging his sword to kill, the momentum is fierce and boundless!

Immediately, An Qisheng felt a chill on his neck, and his mouth and nose seemed to be filled with a strong smell of blood.

scare!

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

In an instant, he leaned forward and turned around.

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

Baji, rely on the Iron Mountain!

Wang Zhixuan's attack was too sharp, which triggered An Qisheng's subconscious counterattack.

call!

Wang Zhixuan, who took one step forward and pointed like a sword to slash, saw An Qisheng's powerful and heavy Tieshan rely on and just smiled faintly.

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

Bang!

The air flow shook, and the snow within a few meters around the two people suddenly rose high.

Click!

The stone slab cracked, and An Qisheng stepped back two steps, his shoulders burning as if they had been burned by a soldering iron.

"Your punches are really precise."

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

"However, there is no spirit in your fists, just like a painting of a dragon without eyes. No matter how hard you practice, you won't be able to become famous."

"By god, do you mean emotions? Thoughts? Or what?"

An Qisheng rubbed his shoulders.

"It's emotion, it's belief, and more importantly, it should be a brand."

Wang Zhixuan put her hands back into her pockets and said with a half-smile:

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