Ever since An He asked Liu Wenzhi to send out a letter, he couldn't sleep at night. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Although it is clearly recorded in the "Zizhi Tongjian" that there will be an earthquake tomorrow, the abnormal signs I have seen are also the precursors of an earthquake.

But after all, it is only a record in the history books and my own predictions, and I always feel uneasy if I have not experienced the earthquake.

If there is an error in the historical records, and it hurts his own small matter, I am afraid that it will also affect the county commander Liu Wenzhi, and An He knows that the crime of bullying the king is to kill the head.

Therefore, his eyes were open, and he did not feel a trace of sleepiness in the middle of the night.

simply turned over and sat up, took a bamboo slip and silk book, and practiced according to the above movements.

One movement was held for four minutes, and now he was able to do the fourth movement, and after doing the fourth movement, An He collapsed on the bed, his arms aching and his legs numb.

After resting for a while, I sat up on the bed again, closed my eyes, eliminated distracting thoughts, and concentrated my thoughts on the dantian, and after five or six minutes, I felt that the true qi rose in the dantian like a gossamer, and slowly became thicker and stronger.

At this time, An He was able to completely control the direction of this true qi according to his own consciousness.

As usual, the true qi is guided from the bent bones, Zhongji, Guan Yuan, Shimen, Yinjiao, Shuishui, Jianli, Zhongroom, Yutang, Tiantu, until the Chengzhi Acupoint, it is still the same as before, and it will not be able to move any further.

An He concentrated his thoughts, wanting to let this true qi break through the Chengzhi hole and go up, but no matter how hard he tried, this qi was blocked somewhere, and he couldn't move forward in the slightest.

An He tried several times but did not work, so he had to give up.

I was about to sleep, but I saw the second action on another silk book.

The Taoist priest puts his arms behind his back, stands upright with his legs, and leans his whole body back. The head is perfectly attached to the lower back.

From Anhe's point of view, this posture is impossible to do at all, unless the softness of the body reaches a certain level.

The so-called yoga is nothing compared to this.

An He looked funny, so he continued to do his movements, but his head couldn't be completely attached to the back of the Taoist priest.

An He leaned back as best he could, only when he couldn't control his center of gravity and was about to fall down, he straightened up, and so on, doing ten times in a row.

Every time I do it, I can hear a "click" sound coming from my body.

First, the neck bones rang.

"Click, click, click".

Arms, waist, knees and other positions also rang.

A cone of pain spread throughout Anwa's whole body!

When he did it for the eleventh time, Anhe was a little overwhelmed and had to stop.

He was covered in prostration, sweating profusely.

I feel warm all over my body, and every joint in my body feels like I have been kneaded by one hand, which is indescribably comfortable.

The feeling of comfort almost made him cry out.

can't help but remind An He of a book written by Bai Yansong, a famous CCTV host in the later generations, "Pain and Happiness".

It's a combination of pain and pleasure!

An He thought to himself:

Everything in this world is like this, every success comes at the cost of failure, and every happiness is based on pain.

The pleasure lasted for about ten minutes, and when the warm feeling wore off, there was no comfort.

An He closed his eyes and meditated on the bed, still reminiscing about the comfortable feeling just now, and he couldn't help but do it a few more times.

There was a series of staggered bones again, and the pain like tears all over his body, and when he stopped again, the strange feeling of comfort became even stronger.

At this moment, he felt that suddenly there was a piano in his head, a piano that was being played. The music played will be mountains and rivers for a while, and the lower riba people will be intoxicating.

The whole body is like an infinite number of small tadpoles, moving up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down the body.

Then, like countless small percussion hammers, beating on the acupuncture points of the whole body.

When the music is fast, it is fast, and when the music is slow, it is also slow, as if a dumb old man is telling him about the ancients, and it seems to be singing something, a little desolate. A little indifferent, a little wise, a little ordinary.

Like a dream, like a poem, like a song.

Gradually, the music flowed into the roots of his hair, seeped into his scalp, and the coolness seeped in, first by one, one by one, and slowly there was clear and clear water flowing, and he even heard a slight sound of "bang, bang, bang" of water.

With that flow, he felt a hot thing flow out of his mind......

In an instant, a dark layer of things dispersed, and a cool and silky bright moon rose in his mind, the moon was reflected on the water with silver powder, and a cool wind swept over the water, and the wind wrinkled the moon in the water, and there was an empty sky all around.

It was as if he was lying on the cool water, and the moon shattered on the door of his head, shaking and swaying, and tossing......

Then there was nothing, everything was gone, the door was empty, the moon was cold, and there was silence. He just felt that his eyelids were very heavy and heavy.

Suddenly, An He leaned back, lay straight on the bed, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, a few stars in the sky had not completely disappeared, and a few roosters in the trees were still napping on the peach branches, and An He woke up.

At this time, An He felt more comfortable than ever, his body seemed to be completely liberated, and his spirit was like charging electricity overnight, very full.

He felt every pore, every joint, every inch of skin like bathed in a spring breeze.

It's an amazing feeling.

Seeing that Lin Yishan was still asleep, An He came to the courtyard alone and breathed a sigh at the stars in the sky, Abu's original violent temper also changed slightly, and he followed An He to run a few laps along the courtyard.

At this time, An He seemed to remember something, walked into the house, took out the Xuanzi Black Sword, and played a few times in the courtyard without distinguishing moves.

Suddenly, I found that the Tongxuan Sword, which I could barely hold with two hands, became lighter, and I could easily swing it with one hand.

An He was very puzzled, and looked at the Tongxuan Sword for a long time, this Tongxuan Sword was still the same as the original, black and not slippery, without a blade, like a charcoal-burned wooden stick.

It's just that under the illumination of the starlight, the sword body actually shines with a few points of sesame seed-sized light, which light appears and disappears from time to time, passing a sense of mystery and profundity.

This sword is still the same as the original, why is it lighter?

Could it be that I have been practicing continuously during this period of time, and my strength has increased?

An He couldn't figure it out, considering that there would be an earthquake tomorrow, and without thinking about it, he threw the Xuanjian under the bed again.

However, when he looked in the mirror, he found that his face was greasy, and he quickly opened his clothes to see that there was a layer of gray-black greasy dirt all over his body.

I obviously took a shower yesterday!

Thinking about himself, he is also a person who loves cleanliness, although Lin Yishan's quilt is a little torn, but it is very clean, and he slept in bed all night, according to common sense, it is impossible to have so much dirt on his body.

Ye Feng was very stunned.

Even if I did that action yesterday and sweated a lot, it would not have been possible to get dirty to this point.

Suddenly, his heart moved:

Could it be that those actions done last night expelled the impurities and toxins from the body.

Thinking of this, An He's eyes lit up, if this is the case, then the benefits of these actions will be great.

He hurriedly scooped a few spoonfuls of water from the water tank with a spoon, put them in a wooden plate, and went to the yard to take a shower.

When I looked in the mirror, I found that my originally tanned skin was much whiter and more delicate, and my originally ordinary face seemed to have softened its lines at this moment, and my eyes were more energetic.

An He thought: It should be that this period of practice has made me have such a change.

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