After talking about his "glorious past", Xu Guangling thought that the teacher would continue, but unexpectedly, he turned to Mr. Chen next. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Mr. Chen seemed to be a different person at this time, and used the same title as Mr. Zhang: "Humble words, your hands and feet have been mastered, have you ever focused on your hands and feet these days?"

Xu Guangling is really difficult to answer this question.

Other times, he basically didn't pay attention, but when he slept, he did pay attention, and he had carefully observed the breathing of his palms and feet more than once, but basically within a minute, his consciousness entered the meditation, and then he fell asleep.

Is this attention or lack of attention?

Xu Guangling told the truth about the situation.

The two old men smiled slightly bitterly, and Mr. Chen finally changed his life again, changed back to "the original appearance", shook his head, and used the "normal" title: "Boy, I don't know if you are too calm, or your nerves are too thick, or are the two of us old guys careless?"

"I remember that when the old man and I opened the pass, I couldn't even sleep, I couldn't eat, so I was obsessed with the feeling after the pass was opened, and I couldn't give up for a month or two after that. ”

"Your teacher isn't much better than me. ”

"Why did you come to your kid and act like he didn't have anything?"

Saying that, Mr. Chen was even a little "indignant".

What can Xu Guangling say? He can only laugh.

After shaking his head again, Mr. Chen said, "Okay, boy, come, follow me to do this." ”

Mr. Chen stretched his right arm straight in front of him, stretched straight but in a very relaxed posture, and then in the flattened palm, he bent his middle finger towards the palm little by little.

Xu Guangling did so, and at first there was no reaction, but after about twenty seconds, the palm of his right hand jumped suddenly, and then, the middle finger of his right hand, which was curled, was numb and astringent.

And at this time, very magically, his left palm also beat slightly, the middle finger of his left hand, the same slight numbness, and then, the left and right palms, the key, respectively, two streams of flowing water like a fine spring, one cold and one hot, rushed through, well, just like the tap opened, opened very small, and water slowly flowed out of it.

Xu Guangling felt that the palms of the left and right palms seemed to have become small faucets at this time, and the water was reversed from bottom to top, from front to back, from the palm, through the wrist veins, over the elbows, over the shoulder sockets, and then to the chest, disappearing.

"Boy, what do you feel?" asked Mr. Chen after about a minute.

Xu Guangling said truthfully.

After listening to his answer, the two old men looked at each other, and Mr. Chen stood up directly and said to Mr. Zhang: "Lao Tzu can't stand it, you should teach him, I want to go out for a walk." With that, he walked away.

Xu Guangling was inexplicable, and asked Zhang Lao with a little uneasiness: "Teacher, what is Old Chen?"

Mr. Zhang also sighed, shook his head, and then said: "He was hit by you, if I weren't your teacher, I would have turned around and left, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sleep at night." ”

Mr. Zhang said, without much explanation, and then said: "Don't worry about this, humble words, you will do these actions with me next." ”

A period of teaching began, Mr. Zhang and Mr. Chen just now, with the arm lifting and erection, etc., doing some bending and stretching movements at the fingers, and then from the arm to the leg, the finger movements were also replaced with toes, which needs to be explained at this time.

Xu Guangling wore slippers, which saved trouble.

When he made the movement at the toes, he simply took off his slippers and stood there barefoot for Mr. Zhang's guidance.

It took about twenty minutes.

Then, Mr. Zhang said to Xu Guangling: "Okay, humble words, you can draw the channels of the 'flowing water' just now on the paper." ”

Soon, pen and paper were ready.

The paper is a large rice paper, about one meter wide and one meter long, a large stack, and the pen is a brush, from large to small, and there are more than ten slips on the pen stand.

At this time, Mr. Chen actually walked in again, standing beside Xu Guangling with Mr. Zhang, one left and one right, watching his movements.

Xu Guangling can't draw.

He didn't even learn calligraphy.

Even, how to hold the brush, he didn't dare to say "yes".

But it doesn't matter.

Standing in front of the desk, Xu Guangling closed his eyes slightly, and in his mind, the image and action of his father's pen appeared, one after another. After a while, Xu Guangling was clear about how to hold the pen and how to run the writing of the brush.

Then, the passages just now are clearly presented in my mind like a map.

Absolutely clear, without any ambiguity or ambiguity!

When he opened his eyes, Xu Guangling's heart was calm, he reached out and took a relatively small brush from the pen holder not far away, dipped it in ink, and then waved it on rice paper, and this painting basically did not pause.

One after another, and one after another......

Xu Guangling dipped the ink twenty-four times, and the large desk, from left to right, from right to left, was also covered with what he had drawn.

Xu Guangling faithfully painted what was presented in his mind in a basically 1:1 ratio. In the meantime, the pen movement was a little jerky at first, but it quickly became smooth and free, and then, the whole movement seemed to be smooth.

In the process of his painting, the two old men watched quietly, silently, and said nothing other than to help him change the paper at the right time.

"Boy, your trick has been opened?" After he finished painting, Mr. Chen finally couldn't help it and asked such a sentence.

"No, I don't. Xu Guangling said.

If it had been opened, he would have told the two old men.

"Next!" Mr. Chen walked a few steps, took out a book on the large bookshelf on the left wall and threw it over, Xu Guangling took it, looked down, and it was the "Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon".

"Turn to page 128 and read it for two minutes. ”

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Chen said.

Xu Guangling did so.

Two minutes later.

"Recite what you just saw. Mr. Chen said.

The Yellow Emperor asked Yu Qibo and said: The rest of the people are all over the people, and the people are raised, and the rent and tax are collected. The remnants of the mourning are not given, but are sick. If you want to use microneedles to pass through its meridians, regulate its blood and qi, and camp its counter-obedience to enter and exit. The order can be passed on to future generations, and it will be clear that it will be done. The end is not extinguished, it is easy to use and unforgettable, and it is brokered for it. Different chapters, different appearances, for the end. Let each be tangible, first set up the needle scripture, and be willing to hear its feelings. ”

Qi Bo replied, "......"

Xu Guangling opened his mouth and turned his back, and after reciting it for a while, he was stopped by Mr. Chen.

"The rest, you carry it upside down. ”

The old gentleman said.

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