Zhang Chuang slept like a pig, but he got up earlier than the rooster, anyway, Ye Fei woke up and was already missing Zhang Dashao, it is estimated that he didn't enjoy playing chess with the old monk yesterday, and he went to rush again early in the morning, but his tired appearance yesterday is enough to prove that playing chess is also an individual work.

Ye Fei listened to Zhang Dashao's words, stayed in the room and waited for three meals a day, the only thing he could do was to take out the booklet that he had collected and pondered.

Flipping through the booklet, Ye Fei directly skipped the sentimental chapter, no matter what kind of qi was true or not, let's take a look at the doorway behind it first.

The second article: control the qi, take the god as the car, take the qi as the horse, the qi is born with the thought, and also moves with the thought, up to the mud pill, and the door of life; The spirit is in harmony and the spirit is in harmony......

The truth of the Qi control chapter is a bit mysterious, but it is not difficult to understand, God is the spirit, and it can also be understood as the mind, the mind is compared to the reins of a carriage, and the qi is compared to a horse, and the mind is used to control the qi, and it will obediently pull the cart and walk like a fierce horse with the reins on it, so that it does not dare to go west towards the east, so that it will not chase the dog and the chicken.

The theory has been cleared, and an idea popped up in Ye Fei's mind to put it into practice, but there is one thing that is very important, first of all, we must confirm whether the qi sensation generated yesterday is real and effective, don't take off your pants and find that there is no hardware.

Ye Feipan sat on the sofa and relaxed his body, got rid of distracting thoughts and began to sense the storage of qi, and soon felt a surge of air in each palm, warm and thin, like two small crawlies squirming up his arms.

"It's not an illusion, it must be a real sense of qi, it's actually not difficult!" A thought flashed through Ye Fei's mind, and he immediately began to use the method of controlling qi to guide the air flow that had risen to his shoulders with his mind.

It is not difficult to know, but it is not easy to do. Ye Fei only understood this truth when he tried to control qi with his mind, he could understand what was written in the qi control chapter, but it was not easy to know when he really did it, and the consequence of the failure of qi control was farting, one after another.

The air flow that rose from the palm of his hand slowly rose along his arms, and when he reached his shoulder, it suddenly accelerated down as if a roller coaster had reached its peak, turning into two loud farts and letting them out, Ye Fei found that the air flow like the two small insects was slippery and tight, and many attempts to control these two insects with his mind ended in failure.

"Little worm cub, if you can't catch the two, I'll clean up one brother, and I'll be on the bar with you today." Ye Fei gritted his teeth and made a ruthless move, his eyes closed and he locked on the air flow that had just risen in his left hand, and the air flow that rose in his right palm made it a fart.

Burst! Ye Fei sniffed, and his face showed a hint of joy, because he had successfully used his mind to control the air flow rising in his left hand, and firmly controlled it below his shoulder, the air flow was extremely restless, it felt like a fish swallowing a fishing hook with a line, and the horse put on the reins of the rope, rushing left and right as if to break free from the restraints.

Ye Fei's eyes widened, and he used his mind to hold the air flow on his left arm and start a tug-of-war, and after a stalemate for an unknown amount of time, the air flow finally stopped, allowing him to use his mind to lead him back and forth in his arm, like a pug with no head and tail.

There is still an airflow rising in the left palm, converging with the previous airflow, obediently led by Ye Fei with his mind, at the beginning, the airflow rising in the right palm will become a turbid fart, but it was soon controlled by Ye Fei, who had mastered the trick, and obediently became a second pug.

Ye Fei was having a good time holding the two 'pugs', the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rang, and the idea of controlling the two air currents suddenly relaxed, and the two air currents dissipated instantly, the strange thing is that this time it didn't turn into a loud fart? He didn't think about it, he took out his phone and connected it.

"Brother, where are you?" A familiar voice came into his ears, Ye Fei's palm shook, and he almost dropped the phone on the ground.

"Where are you? Is your leg healed? Ye Feiqiang suppressed the excitement in his heart, and asked in a calm tone as much as possible, and the person stood up involuntarily.

Tang Qian on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, and said softly: "Zen Master Shilian can't cure my leg, she gave me two things, I'm in Tallinn now, where are you?" ”

Ye Fei was disappointed for a while, but quickly adjusted his feelings, and said in a low voice: "Okay, you wait in Tallinn, I'll come and pick you up immediately." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone, ran out of the door with a cigarette, and the little sister who didn't heal her leg must have been even more disappointed, and he wanted to rush to the little sister's side as much as possible, at this time he had completely left what Zhang Dashao said.

Noon is the time when Tallinn has the most tourists, a handsome little nun pushing a wheelchair at the intersection has attracted a lot of tourists to look sideways, there is a quiet and lovely girl sitting in a wheelchair, the two talk and laugh from time to time, but they have no intention of going to Tallinn to play, as if waiting for someone.

Tallinn is one of the most lively scenic spots in Songshan, an endless stream of past tourists contain unlimited business opportunities, small vendors gather, fish and dragons are mixed, and there are many big monks in yellow clothes wandering among them, quietly pull a few tourists to talk about fortune-telling and palmistry and other things, secretly do some fraud and stealing customers, if those buried bones in Tallinn monks have spirits, I don't know if they will be spitted in the face in a dream?

Miaoyin usually never stops at any tourist attractions, she is a standard hurried passerby, and today the situation is special, she has to be a dutiful escort until she hands over Tang Qian to her eldest brother.

In order to protect the masonry towers in Tallinn, they are surrounded by wooden fences, and visitors can only admire the towers by the fences, and at the moment when visitors are concentrating on the ancient towers, they do not know how many pairs of eyes are glued to their wallets.

"Look, someone stole something!" Tang Qian, who was in a wheelchair, suddenly exclaimed, raised her hand and pointed obliquely in the direction of the fence, she had never seen such a thing before, and the cry was a little louder, so that people within a radius of ten meters could hear it, including a few guys who were putting their hands in other people's pockets.

Miao Yin looked in the direction of her finger, frowning slightly, and she saw a small man with short hair by the fence quietly retracting a long-nosed tweezer from the satchel of a long-haired woman, with a bulging purse tipped between the tips of the tweezers.

Perhaps hearing Tang Qian's exclamation, the brown-haired girl who was excited to admire the tower turned her head and saw the little man holding her wallet with tweezers and carrying it in her arms.

"What do you do? Damn pickpockets! The brown-haired woman screamed with round eyes and snatched her purse back, but the angry expression on her face quickly turned to consternation, and the little man who stole the purse was grinning at her, with a bright one-sided blade between two rows of tetracycline teeth.