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After breakfast, Xia Iris came to Jiang Wangchuan's so-called study--this room was locked before, and she never came in. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Only when she first came here, Jiang Wangchuan went in, threw dozens of books out in minutes, and threw them on the ground very casually. She secretly glanced inside, but unfortunately it was dark and mushy at the time, and she couldn't see anything clearly.

Now she was finally able to enter the room, but the moment she stepped into the room, she almost bit her tongue.

The first is that this room is too big. She knew that the room was big, but she didn't think it would be so big, and when she walked, there was an echo.

The second is chaos, when Jiang Wangchuan called it "study", in Xia Calamus's heart, it would be a sacred place, with many books neatly placed and a good smell of ink wafting in the air........ It turned out that she was overthinking. There were indeed a lot of books in this room, but they were all thrown on the ground haphazardly, as high as a hill, and seemed to collapse with a slight push. In addition, there are all kinds of messy things in the room, from the roof of a gazebo to the rattle that children play with, all piled up in a mess.

Xia Calamus frowned slightly and looked at Jiang Wangchuan. Jiang Wangchuan smiled awkwardly: "That's why I didn't let you in before...... You know I'm not very home, where do I have time to clean up! The first half of the sentence was very shy, and the second half of the sentence suddenly became more reasonable.

Xia Yipu sighed and shook her head, secretly determined that she must find time to clean up this room, otherwise she will go crazy......

"Forget it, let's not mention those." Jiang Wangchuan coughed twice, beckoned like an iris, and said, "Calamus, come and sit down."

The little girl listened, sat down obediently in front of Jiang Wangchuan, hesitated, and asked, "Old man, am I going to start being a bloodmaker?"

"What kind of blood is bled and bloodletting." The old man couldn't help but laugh and said, "Don't talk yet, listen to me."

"Okay." The little girl nodded shyly. Jiang Wangchuan took a breath, adjusted his state, and asked, "Calamus, do you know what qi is?"

"Is it the gas we breathe?" Calamus Road.

"Yes and no." Jiang Wangchuan said: "The gas we exhale is a kind of qi I said, but it is not what we want to experience today. What comes out of your mouth is waste gas, useless qi, and what we are going to explore today is the mysterious power of qi that swims in your body. “

"Calamus, you hold out your hand."

"Oh." The little girl stretched out her white palm. "Close your eyes."

"Now, feel your fingertips and imagine that all the power in your whole body is gathered on your fingertips."

The little girl closed her eyes and furrowed her brows as if she were straining.

"Now, do you feel your fingers heat up slightly?" Jiang Wangchuan asked.

Xia Yipuzi carefully felt her fingertips, and at first she only felt that all her attention was focused on that finger, and she didn't feel any so-called qi. But later, she did feel a slight heat in her fingertips, as if there was some swelling pain, as if something was going to squirt.

"It's a little hot." Calamus said with her eyes closed.

"Okay, now with your other hand, touch your fingertips." Jiang Wangchuan said again, the little girl listened to the order, touched her fingertips, and it was as cold as before.

"Is it still hot?"

"It's not hot......." the little girl said honestly.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now." Jiang Wangchuan looked at the little girl who opened her eyes in a daze, looked confused, and couldn't help laughing: "Do you know what anger is?"

"It's mental power and concentration." The little girl replied smoothly.

"That's right!" Jiang Wangchuan didn't expect the little girl to be so smart, she was a little surprised: "Indeed, it's like this."

"What we call qi is nothing more than the spiritual power contained in our body. Some people are born with stronger mental strength, and some people are born weaker. When we condense our spiritual power to a small enough point, we can burst it out of the body, for example—"

Jiang Wangchuan raised his arm, palms towards a vase in the distance. Obviously he didn't do anything, but the vase suddenly shattered, the porcelain slag splashed on the ground, and the iris covered her ears with some fear.

"I just used a little bit, and if I wanted to, I could just let this wall come down." Jiang Wangchuan said: "This is anger."

"What about internal forces? What are the internal forces? Xia Iris asked.

"Internal force is compressed air. Stored in our body, it can be used at critical moments. “

"Ahh.......h.......h

"If you can't learn, you have to learn!" Jiang Wangchuan patted her head and scolded with a smile: "This is the entrance, you can't do this, you can't learn anything."

Calamus said helplessly: "Okay, I'll do my best......."

Jiang Wangchuan said: "So, your first step is to master the role of qi. Your goal is—"

"Did you break a vase too?"

"No, you don't need to." Jiang Wangchuan picked up a piece of paper that was so thin that it could transmit light, folded it and stood on the table, and said with a smile: "This is your task."

"Shatter it?"

"No," Jiang Wangchuan shook his head: "That's also very difficult for you, you first use internal force to knock this piece of paper down."

"Is it just a shock?" Calamus couldn't believe her ears.

"That's right, just a shock. But you can't blow it down, you can't bounce it down with your hands, you can only use internal force, you know? “

"Got it." The little girl smiled and nodded. Since then, I have started the daily "shaking paper" work.

This thing is easy to think about, but it is actually difficult to go to the sky. Calamus has never learned this knowledge systematically, and it is difficult to avoid it at first. Jiang Wangchuan looked at the little girl distressed, but he was reluctant to tell her directly, so he only mentioned her and said, "The books in my room are probably useful to you."

The little girl's eyes widened instantly, and without saying a word, she rushed to Jiang Wangchuan's study and flipped up. At this point, she no longer had the heart to clean, and sat cross-legged on the floor, and suddenly understood the reason why the old man's books were all piled on the floor--so that she did not have to stand up and take them.

If it was the previous calamus, I would never have imagined that one day I would sit cross-legged on the dirty ground unkempt, rummaging through this pile of garbage. At this time, instead of feeling sad, she felt that life was full of satisfying challenges and joys. (To be continued.) )