The Most Powerful Young Man

"If there is no wind, it will be automatic, if it is weak, it will be able to swim without water."

These twelve words were engraved in Xiao Yao's mind.

"External transfer of Yuanli is a very difficult and simple thing. It sounds very awkward. It is just a sick sentence, but in fact it is the case. As long as you can grasp the trick in it. , Can understand what I want to express, then you already understand." Jinglei said.

Xiao Yao smiled bitterly: "Second Grandpa, can't you make it clearer?"

"This is hard to say clearly. To make a simple analogy, tell me how you breathe." Jinglei said, "This is a kind of understanding of my own, as if I should be born with it. After you have met, you will understand, and you may even think, why are there people in this world who can't be transferred from other sources? How stupid are they?"

Xiao Yao panted and stared at Jinglei. After Jinglei said so much, he understood it. This is just round the corners and scold him for being stupid. No, to be precise, this is not a roundabout scolding oneself stupid, this is simply pointing to the nose and cursing without any cover! Could it be that from Jinglei's point of view, this external adjustment of Yuanli is as simple as breathing?

Xiao Yao obviously still didn't understand, and he still couldn't understand it now, because he felt that Yuanli's external adjustment sounded mysterious, so how could it be simple? But he also felt that his second grandfather would definitely not make jokes, and he would never make jokes with himself under such circumstances. There must be some things he didn't want to understand.

Jinglei watched Xiao Yao remain silent, he also pondered for a moment, and then he seemed to remember something suddenly, watching Xiao Yao smiled and said, "Xiao Yao, ask you, don't you know how to pass the needle with air?"

"En." Xiao Yao nodded, "Grandpa taught me this."

"Yes, but have you ever thought that if you don't have the silver needle in your hand, you can still transfer the Qi, or Yuan Power, into the patient's body?" Jing Lei asked.

"Ah?" Xiao Yao was shocked when he heard Jinglei's words, "Isn't it possible? If this is really possible, then why does Grandpa have to use silver needles?"

"He has never thought about this. He is not a martial artist. Although he has inner strength and cultivation base, he is not a martial artist. He is just a Chinese medicine doctor. Moreover, the silver needle can judge the acupuncture points more accurately, so he I won’t do this.” Jinglei said, “But I’m different. I’m not a Chinese medicine doctor. I’m just a martial artist. Naturally, all I can think of is this. Because I’m different from him, so I’m different from him. The idea is different."

"Then have you talked to him about this before?" Xiao Yao asked.

"No." Jinglei shook his head, "I'm just a martial artist, and I'm not a Chinese medicine doctor. Why should I think about this?"

Xiao Yao felt that what Jinglei said was right, and what Jinglei said just now made Xiao Yao puzzled. He had to think about why he had to use silver needles to force out the vitality in his body. Every time you fight with others, why is your inner strength and vitality always running in your own body, or the palm of your hand, or your legs and feet, why can't all your vitality be mobilized?

"You have a gun in your hand. All you need is to shoot out the bullets in the gun. It's that simple, but you need to understand how to pull the trigger yourself." Jinglei said.

Xiao Yao nodded, and stood up: "Second grandfather, I'll go for a walk outside."

"Haha, um, go. You used to be like this. Once you encounter something unimaginable, you will go to the back mountain alone." Jinglei waved his hand.

Xiao Yao smiled, stood up, and walked out of the house...

It can be said that Jinglei’s remarks have subverted Xiao Yao’s previous understanding of Yuanli. He had never thought of this question before, just like Jinglei suddenly asked Xiao Yao why people are alive, in the eyes of ordinary people. , This is a very boring question, who doesn't want to live? Who can want to die? However, in the eyes of some philosophers, this is a very philosophical question. Because you are alive, you will die. When you want to live and want to survive, it means you have embarked on the journey to death. Orbit, but humans are obviously afraid of death. This is indeed an unanswered question, because it is difficult to explain in words, and even if you want to understand it yourself, it is difficult to tell others what you understand.

Xiao Yao is a philosophical person. Of course, he will not find the questions raised by Jinglei so boring, and he has already begun to think about it now.

Why do we have to use silver needles? What's the point of this? Yes, with the silver needle, it is indeed possible to better judge the condition of the human body, but if the silver needle is not used, why not?

This question, he really needs to think about it...

In the evening, Xiao Yao came back and Gao Feng was still in retreat. Xiao Yao prepared some food. Although Xiaoyue was very diligent, she was still too young after all, and it was not too safe to let her cook now.

"Dad, what are you thinking about?" When Xiao Yao looked absent-minded when he started the fire, Xiaoyue asked in a low voice. The expression in her eyes when she looked at Xiao Yao was also full of concern, although there was nothing between her and Xiao Yao. A practical relationship, but from Xiaoyue's point of view, Xiao Yao is now her only relative, that is, because she thinks Xiao Yao is her relative, so she regards Gao Feng as her relative, nothing more.

"I just have a question that I don't understand." Xiao Yao said with a smile.

Xiaoyue leaned forward: "What's the problem?"

Xiao Yao thought for a while, and changed his expression: "I was just thinking that the lighter can light, but why can't the flame be taken down? Why can't the flame be taken up from the lighter?"

"Because it's the lighter! If you leave the lighter, there will be no fire." Xiaoyue couldn't laugh or cry, and thought, I know this question, how can my father be so stupid?

Xiao Yao let out a long sigh of relief.

"The lighter's own fire... Yuanli is also my own Yuanli." Xiao Yao rubbed his temples, he added a handful of firewood, and continued, "Xiaoyue, do you know what strength is?"

"I know! Grandpa has already told me!" Xiaoyue said with a pouting mouth, "Grandpa said, strength is a kind of energy in the human body."

"Then do you understand what Grandpa meant?" Xiao Yao rubbed Xiaoyue's little head and said with a smile.

"I don't quite understand, I don't know what energy is." Xiaoyue said.

Xiao Yao laughed. Indeed, it is unlikely that Xiaoyue can understand such a problem now.

"Dad, what do you want to ask?" Xiaoyue asked.

"I'm thinking, how to shoot the bullet out of the gun!" Xiao Yao said.

"Is it a gun that can shoot round bullets?" Xiaoyue asked curiously.

Xiaoyue is talking about toy guns.

Xiao Yao thought that the meaning was the same anyway, so he nodded.

"Haha! Dad is so stupid, then pull the trigger!" Xiaoyue said.

"What if there is no trigger?" Xiao Yao asked.

"Then shoot the gun!"

"Take a gun?" Xiao Yao was depressed for a while, unable to understand what Xiaoyue meant.

"Yeah! I've played with guns before! Interesting, I broke the trigger, so I shot the gun viciously and accidentally shot out the bullet." Xiaoyue said, "Dad, yours Is the gun trigger broken too?"

"Shoot the gun fiercely..." When Xiaoyue finished speaking, Xiao Yao suddenly remembered something. He stood up abruptly, and something in his mind was running fast.

He frowned, thinking hard.

Xiaoyue was startled by Xiao Yao's sudden movements at first, but slowly, she seemed to realize what Xiao Yao was thinking about at this time, so she didn't dare to bother by saying anything, and she was obedient. Help Xiao Yao add a handful of firewood to the fire.

One minute passed, two minutes passed, three minutes passed...

Finally Xiaoyue became a little anxious: "Dad, the fire is going out! Haven't you thought about it yet?"

Xiao Yao returned to his senses, glanced at Xiaoyue, then glanced at the flame that was about to go out, and suddenly recovered, with a smile on his face, he had already figured out some things.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and flattened it out. A breeze blew through, and the flame that was about to go out was blown so that it burned again, and it burned very vigorously.

"Dad, how did you do it?" Xiaoyue glanced at the flames in the stove wall, then at Xiao Yao, with a look of surprise, "You can do magic?"

"Haha, Dad can't do magic." Xiao Yao rubbed Xiaoyue's head and said with a smile, "Xiaoyue, thank you, if it weren't for you, maybe I still don't understand."

Xiaoyue was a little curious: "Dad, have I helped you?"

"Yes, you helped me, you helped me a lot." Xiao Yao was quite excited.

"En... Dad, but fire..."

"Haha, the fire is okay, isn't it continuing to burn?" Xiao Yao said.

"No, Dad, I mean, fire..."

"Don't worry, Xiaoyue, I have figured it out now, and I won't be in a daze. Let's continue cooking." Xiao Yao said.

Xiaoyue was almost on the verge of madness.

"Dad, I told you that the fire is going to be extinguished earlier, which means that we can start the pot, why should you continue to cook it? Don't you like to eat squishy things?"

Xiaoyue raised her head and looked at Xiao Yao curiously.

"En?" Xiao Yao patted his head, "Damn, I said why it smells like..." He quickly stood up, hurried to the front, and then opened the lid of the pot, wanting to cry without tears. Come on, I have to cook again now.

However, these are nothing to Xiao Yao at all. After understanding the problems that have been plagued him, he is now in good spirits!