I had been hesitating over where the valve was, and it took me an afternoon to finally find where I was looking, on my shoulder. There are three important reasons why I look for shoulder head valves:

1. The shoulder head is the place where I can sense and control, which is the most necessary condition.

Second, the shoulder is often injected, even if the silver needle is inserted, it is not painful, which saves me from suffering.

3. In this place, it is convenient for others to insert needles, and there are no vital organs in it.

However, it was immediately denied by God's operator. The statement of the divine operator is very simple: "After you have set this valve, you must also put the valve here when you practice other exercises in the future."

I think about it, if the valve is placed here, one day someone will make a joke and slap me on the shoulder, it may scatter my skills, think about it again.

In the evening, I finally found another good place, and that was it: the soles of my feet.

This time, the god operator didn't say anything against it, just sighed. Moreover, I really remember watching a movie where someone put the valve on the ball of his foot, as if it was one of Wong Fei Hung.

At night, the God Operator took me to his backyard. In fact, if it is said to be a backyard, it is not a backyard, only about twenty square meters, which is more than twice as small as his front yard.

The evening in the countryside was relatively quiet, and I looked at my watch, and although it was only a little past eight o'clock, I could only hear the occasional dog barking in the whole village.

The god operator got to the backyard and stopped, and I was standing behind him. The god operator turned his face and stretched out his hand to me first. I reached over and placed my hand on the hand of the God Operator. I thought that this is how the master passed on the gong to the apprentice.

The god operator flipped his hand. It hit the back of my hand with a snap. I let out a painful "oops" and asked the god operator: "Master, why are you hitting me, don't you want me to stretch out your hand?" ”

God operator face: "I'm asking for an entry fee, what do I want you to do with your hand." ”

I looked at the god operator, didn't speak, and went back to the front yard to get the 400,000 passbook of yellow oranges in my bag. I thought to myself: this is the current society. People are weak, and everyone still looks at the importance of money.

I came back and handed the passbook to the god operator, but he didn't look at it after taking it. I put it in my pocket. Then the god operator put on a horse step and half-squatted there.

I learned God's arithmetic, and I also took a horse step. The god operator started boxing, and I thought it was a bit like Tai Chi, but not quite like Tai Chi. Because he played very slowly. But sometimes an action can be frozen for a long time. I'm right behind him. Draw a scoop by a gourd.

After about an hour, the god operator finally closed the formula, and I saw that he was sweating, and I was sweating. Actually, it's not that I'm tired, but embarrassed, because God has a lot of actions. It makes me feel awkward.

The god operator looked at me and said, "How is it?" What's inspiring. ”

I looked at the god operator, smiled and said, "There are actually a few movements, I can basically write them down, but I just don't know how long you should stop in which action." ”

The god operator lifted his foot, and I saw that he was going to kick me, so I quickly took two steps back. The god operator sighed, withdrew his foot again, and said to me, "Come, I will tell you the art of spitting." ”

I cautiously leaned into the side of the God Operator. The Divine Operator began to tell me about the so-called art of breathing, which is actually very simple, it is a kind of mind that allows your consciousness to swim in the body.

My valve is on the ball of my foot, so when the divine operator pointed me out, he called me out: "Left soles of the foot, fingertips, top of the foot, upper edge of the knee-" I followed the instructions of the divine operator and let my consciousness circulate for a week.

I looked at the time, more than two hours. The god operator looked at me and asked, "What, are you still pinching the watch, it's already good that you can cycle a week in an hour." ”

I think about it, too, when I was in school, I basically read aloud, otherwise, my soul would start thinking again, so my memory has not been very good, unless I really want to remember something. So, the teacher kept saying that I was not attentive, but no teacher said that I was stupid. However, it seems that I really put my heart and soul into it.

Seeing that I didn't speak, the divine operator said to me: "Actually, as long as you concentrate, it shouldn't be difficult to practice qi every day, the key is that we also have to add some sects' mental methods, these are the secrets of the sect, that is, what I practiced just now, and I will start to teach you now." ”

So I started to practice with the divine operator, in fact, to put it bluntly, it is still a matter of consciousness, that is, where you are conscious, there starts to move, and it is not you who move, to achieve the unity of body and consciousness.

I followed the divine operator for a while, and in fact, it was just like that, but I still couldn't achieve such a perfect unity.

The god operator began to say to me again: "Actually, if you learn the art of tuning, you have to cooperate with the boxing of various sects, because the practice of the boxing spectrum of each sect is not a part, some focus on fists and feet, and some focus on health preservation. If you need that part to be strengthened, you can do a small cycle in that area. ”

I'm a little confused, which means that if I know the art of spitting, I can practice whatever I want, and what kind of boxing is needed, I just need to strengthen the strength of my hands and feet.

The god operator looked at me and said: "Actually, man is a small universe, and man's potential is unlimited, but all parts of the human body are complementary to each other, if you only practice fists and kicks, your fists and kicks will be infinitely stronger, but when you punch out, your body can't support the recoil of this punch, and your body may hurt more than your opponent." Therefore, it is also necessary for all parts of the body to complement each other. ”

I suddenly understood, and asked the divine operator: "Master, do you mean that when you practice, you have to balance all parts of your body, and then practice super strong parts." ”

The god operator nodded: "Yes, that's right, the mental method of each sect is to try to work as little as possible on the carrier, so that the part of the body can achieve the strongest attack power." That's a balance, and that's what I'm going to teach you. ”

Then the god operator began to tell me that this course focuses on health preservation, but there are also technical strikes, and at the same time, it can also strengthen the body's resistance.

I was originally here to see a doctor, but I was fascinated by listening to God's operator talk about these things. After all, I haven't been exposed to these things, so they feel very fresh and interesting.

I practiced with the divine operator, and before I knew it, the sky was already dark. The god operator snorted a haha and said, "I'm sleepy and I'm going to sleep, you can practice the book I gave you first." ”

I suddenly remembered the book that the God Operator gave me the day before, and it seemed that he didn't give it to me again, so I quickly grabbed the God Operator: "Master, that book, it seems that you have taken it back again." ”

The god operator squinted: "Won't I give it to you?" Otherwise, go inside and see if you have fallen somewhere. Then he ignored me and turned away.

I shook my head and walked to the front yard house. The door is closed, and I don't know if Huang Ju has gone back, I look at the time, it's only six o'clock, and this point is not suitable for calling.

So, I turned on the light in the hall and looked for it, and I found the book, which was in the drawer of the coffee table, and the drawer was not tightly closed, and there was a corner of the book exposed, otherwise I might not have found it.

I picked up the book and looked at it, there was no book cover, looking at the traces, maybe the book cover was torn off not long ago. I looked inside, and it was a picture of a little monk meditating. However, there are a lot of lines in the picture, and I really didn't know what those lines were for, but now I can see that they are actually the route of doing gong.

I originally thought that this book was actually indifferent and not too valuable, and the divine operator didn't take it seriously at all, and threw it everywhere.

However, I roughly flipped through it, and the pictures in this one, Xiao Zhoutian are basically concentrated around the lower abdomen. I think it must have had a certain effect on my illness, and I feel at ease.

I tried to run it, but I was a little lost again in my consciousness and where the diagram couldn't reach. At this time, the god operator pulled his slippers, squinted his eyes out, and muttered in his mouth: "You practice Qi Xing Zhou Tian first, and now you can't practice this." Hey, forgot to pee. Then he turned around and went to the toilet.

I looked at the direction behind the god operator and thought: This master is okay, he must have come out to remind me on purpose, but the money is too heavy.

Around dawn is the time of day when the temperature is lowest, and it is also the time when people are most tired. Or someone said: Riding a horse and sitting in a sedan chair is better than sleeping at dawn.

I also felt a little sleepy, after all, I didn't sleep all night. So I took a pillow and lay down on the couch and fell asleep.

I had a good dream at night that I was holding my little sister's waist and my little sister was touching my face with her hand. I laughed and I felt like I was really happy.

Just listen: "Glass hooligan." I opened my eyes, and I saw that Xiaoqiang was sitting on the edge of the sofa, holding a plant that looked like a dog's tail grass in his hand and caressing my face, while my hand was inserted into Xiaoqiang's shirt and wrapped around Xiaoqiang's waist.

Huang Ju stood at the door, carrying breakfast in his hand, looking at me and Xiaoqiang. She must have just arrived, and, I'm pretty sure, that was what Huang Ju called. (To be continued......)