However, I practiced this Neidan technique very badly, mainly because my heart and mind were not for cultivation, just like counting sheep when I couldn't sleep, the purpose was to hypnosis. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

And when I started to practice, I was very anxious, and I had the idea of running it overnight, I could run it for three weeks in one night, but I was good, like a 100-meter sprint running repeatedly, and sometimes I would practice because I was thinking about something else, and when I came back to my senses, I actually forgot which acupuncture point I ran to.

But after persevering for a week, I finally found a little feeling.

First of all, when I was angry with the dantian, I really felt that the dantian suddenly became heavy.

Secondly, in the process of operation, every time the mind reaches an acupuncture point, the acupuncture point will automatically shrink, as if it has arrived at a post station.

After practicing for a few more days, I finally felt that there was really a true qi running in my body, sometimes it was cold, and sometimes it was like a warm current.

Later, I found that the true qi was not as smooth as when I walked with my mind before, and those acupuncture points had also changed from a post station to a barrier to prevent the luck of true qi, and every time I ran it, I needed to break through the wall of the acupuncture points.

Half a month later, I suddenly found that it became extremely difficult to run a small week once a night.

It was another windy and moonlit night, and after the lights out horn sounded, as usual, I lay on the bed and chatted with everyone for a few inconsequential words, and then began to run the little week.

Just as the true qi in my body had just gathered in the dantian and slowly passed through the sound, the emergency assembly call sounded, and I immediately bounced up from the bed, feeling a little uncontrollable, and peed a few drops on my pants.

Fainting, I guess this is the so-called madness, right?

The soldiers of the class got up from the warm quilts, dressed, packed their backpacks and went out, and gathered on the playground in front of the barracks, which took five minutes, and later when the deputy battalion commander commented, I learned that the fastest class only took a little more than four minutes, and the slowest class took seven minutes.

It's all done in the dark.

We ran out of the camp in formation, and instead of running along the main road in the direction of the ninth production team, we ran along the bumpy path towards the mountains, and when we came back, we realized that there were all kinds of strange shapes in the queue.

Some hats are worn backwards, some backpacks are scattered, some are not belted, and their pants are lifted by hand, and some are not even wearing pants......

Every time we assemble urgently, we recruits will always look like each other, and the emergency assembly is usually carried out when the deputy battalion commander is on duty, so everyone mutters angrily that the deputy battalion commander is engaged in emergency assembly every day, and it is impossible to become the battalion commander.

Later, I heard the veterans joke that the deputy battalion commander had a very beautiful wife, and he could sleep with his wife when he went home, and he was panicked when he was on duty at the battalion headquarters, so he made an emergency assembly and made fun of our group of recruits.

Talking unintentionally, listening with heart.

I don't know what others think, anyway, I hope to meet the wife of the deputy battalion commander and see how beautiful she is.

Time passed quickly, and Fu Xiaojun's mysterious death and even the disappearance of his body were almost two months in a flash.

In the past two months, except for me and the veteran of the guard platoon, everyone else thought that Fu Xiaojun had really broken his leg and was admitted to the hospital. Since everyone is in the recruit company, they have not known each other for a long time, and they can't talk about any real comradeship between each other.

Gradually, Fu Xiaojun faded out of everyone's field of vision, and after everyone was assigned to the grassroots company, few people still remembered Fu Xiaojun's existence.

After more than three months of arduous and freezing training for the recruit company, our group of recruits finally wore collar badges and cockades in the spring season, and they looked more energetic.

Most of our comrades-in-arms in our class were assigned to the border line, and only Chen Xiong and I stayed at the battalion headquarters, he worked as a cook in the cooking class, and I worked as a clerk in the battalion headquarters.

I don't know whether the reason why I was able to stay in the battalion headquarters was because, as the instructor said at the beginning, I was the best Chinese this batch of Jiangxi soldiers, or because I had the foresight of an unpredictable prophet, and the troops did not dare to let me go to the grassroots company to talk nonsense, so as not to lead to chaos.

Compared with the basic company on the border line, the battalion headquarters is equivalent to an organ, in addition to logistics support and communication liaison, there are not many real soldiers, except for the guard platoon, the cooking class is only me, so the discipline is much looser than the grassroots company, except for the daily morning exercise time must be punctual, the other time requirements are not too strict.

I was mainly responsible for copying and writing in the battalion headquarters, regularly publishing posters in the courtyard of the battalion headquarters, sending and receiving letters, and sometimes going to the regiment headquarters to report some documents and materials.

The battalion headquarters is located on the edge of the primeval forest in the Daxing'an Mountains, and the regiment headquarters is on the outskirts of the county more than 20 kilometers away from the battalion headquarters.

Once, I came back from the regiment headquarters to receive a copy of the latest document on the approval of the forest, and when I was halfway through the ride, I suddenly encountered a torrential rain, and it took a long time for the rain to get lighter, but it was almost dark.

I immediately rode my bicycle back, and after a while, the rain stopped completely, and there were stars in the sky.

I quickly rushed to the nearest village to the battalion headquarters, but the northeasterners called it Tun, and at that time the official name was the production team, and that tun was called the ninth production team at that time.

The Ninth Production Team is seven or eight miles away from the battalion headquarters, and it usually takes more than half an hour to walk, and it usually takes no more than 10 minutes to ride a bicycle.

When I passed the intersection of the production team, in the distance, I could still see the lights reflected from the barracks of the battalion headquarters, and when I rode into the mountain forest in front of me, the dense place of the poplar trees, let alone the lights of the battalion headquarters, even the stars in the sky were gone.

The wind began to blow cold.

I hunched over and rode my bike desperately, hoping to keep warm by pedaling hard. Not to mention, I quickly felt less chilly than I had started.

After a while, I heard the sound of "huh" behind me, and at first I thought it was behind the wind blowing the leaves, but later I realized that it seemed to be the sound of someone running behind my bicycle.

I looked back and saw that there was nothing in the pitch black ground behind me.

I continued to pedal my bicycle, and behind me I heard the sound of footsteps "huh-huh-huh", and it was the kind of sound that was made by stepping on the mud and sand in the liberation rubber shoes, which was so familiar that we often heard it in the barracks.

Because I was almost at the battalion headquarters, I thought: Could it be that some of my comrades-in-arms are joking with me?

This time I didn't look back, but stopped getting on the pedals and pricked up my ears to listen, and the sound followed not far away, as if I was about a meter away from the back seat of the bicycle.

I suddenly grabbed the handbrake and looked back sharply, and it was still pitch black and there was nothing behind me. I turned around sharply and began to pedal the bicycle desperately, and the "Woo Woo Woo" followed step by step, and I couldn't get rid of it.

I think I've met a ghost.

What's even more creepy to me is that if there is really a ghost behind him, then the ghost must be Fu Xiaojun, because when he died, he was wearing liberation shoes on his feet.

As I rode on, I suddenly stopped, turned around coldly and shouted, "Who?"

When I was scared half to death, I actually thought of taking the ghost behind me by surprise, and now I think about it.

There was still nothing behind me, but I felt a chill run in the back of my head.

It is said that good men don't fight with women, and I think good people don't fight with ghosts.

After finding a reason and excuse for my escape, I turned around and pedaled desperately, almost shouting "the big knife cut off the heads of the devils" to embolden myself, and rushed towards the camp headquarters.

I don't know if it was covered by my singing or thrown away by my fast ride, in short, the sound of "huh" seemed to be gone, but I found that the original road of less than ten minutes, I seemed to ride for hours.

The night wind was getting colder and colder, and it was getting darker and darker, and it seemed that the battalion headquarters that was close at hand would never be visible.

Suddenly, a little light in the distance flickered in the air, like a ghost floating in the night sky, I creepily pinched the handbrake and shouted in front of me, "Who?"

The bright light suddenly stopped in the air, and then a man's voice asked, "Is it Zhang Zichen?"

I didn't dare to answer.

I heard the old people say that when you hear someone call your name in the middle of the night, you can't agree until you see the other person clearly, otherwise your soul will be detained by the ghost.

The light stopped on my face.

Seeing that I was standing in place with a nervous face, the other party continued: "Zhang Zichen, I am the deputy battalion commander Zang Weiguo. ”

Only then did I realize that it was indeed the voice of Deputy Battalion Commander Zang Weiguo.

I hurriedly got off the bike: "Report to the deputy battalion commander, I'm Zhang Zichen!"

Zang Weiguo walked up to me with two soldiers from the guard platoon, first looked me up and down, and then asked, "What time is it, why are you only coming back now, nothing happened on the way?"

I didn't know what time it was, and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

He shone the watch on his wrist with a flashlight and said to me: "It's twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, not to mention from the regiment headquarters, even from the division headquarters in the city, you should come back early." ”

Tonight, the deputy battalion commander Zang Weiguo was on the night shift at the battalion headquarters, and when he saw that I hadn't come back in the middle of the night, he came out with two soldiers to pick me up.

I was stunned.

When I passed through the ninth production team, I saw that the sky was a little more than seven o'clock in the evening, but I didn't expect that in less than ten minutes, I actually rode for five hours, no wonder my tired calves were swollen, and my buttocks were divided into two parts.

When I went back to my bedroom and looked at the calendar, I realized that today was actually the third day of the third lunar month, and I immediately realized that I had encountered the legendary ghost hitting the wall.

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