Under the bedroom light, An Qisheng curled up and smoothed down.

And in his mind, a long rope woven of hemp rope stretched within it, and on top of the long rope that was horizontal, there were nine short ropes of different lengths hanging upside down.

Knotted rope note!

The plan to visualize the chip was a shameful failure.

It's easy to visualize a chip, and if you want to visualize all the countless resistors and capacitors in it, the amount of work is huge, beyond Anqisheng's imagination.

So he had to settle for the next best.

This retreat is a retreat to the most ancient knotted rope chronicle.

"It really failed......

An Qisheng sighed a little in his heart and dispersed the long rope.

The knotted rope account is too old to be of any use to him, and it is meaningless to him not to mention the knotted rope account, even if he tries to visualize the abacus.

What he needs is to store, learn, analyze, and not simply calculate numbers.

"Maybe I'm not good enough at visualizing, maybe I need to try to visualize something else and wait until I'm good enough to think about it?"

An Qisheng opened his eyes, rolled over and got up, and turned on the computer.

A folder is opened.

In this folder, he has collected Taoist practice, Buddhist visualization, meditation and other methods that he has collected over the past year or so.

Prepare to find one of them and start practicing visualization.

He is not a person who likes to give up, and whether this hypothesis can be realized or not will take many attempts before he can make a conclusion.

"The view of the day, the view of the water, the view of the earth, the view of the treasure tree, the view of the treasure pool, the view of the treasure building, the view of the image...... Have I collected so many views? ”

An Qisheng browsed the documents one by one, and shook his head with a wry smile.

More than a year ago, he was far less calm than he was later, he really refused to let go of any hope, and he collected so many things that even he himself had forgotten a little.

"The view of the sun is not good, the view of water is not suitable, and I don't like the view of Buddha statues........"

The mouse was connected, and An Qisheng denied them one by one, and finally his eyes lit up, and he found an idea that suited his appetite:

"Nine Wants to View ......"

This Nine Thoughts is based on the 36 things that make up the human body.

It is also divided into 12 things on the outside, 12 things on the body, and 12 things on the inside.

From the body, bones, flesh, skin, skin, tendons, pulses, flow, blood, to the heart, liver, lungs, intestines, stomach, feces, mush, saliva, feces, it can be said to be very suitable for the human body.

"This concept is very complicated, and it was difficult for the ancients to practice, because the composition of the human body is too complex, and there are not only 36 objects, and it is difficult for most people before them to see the appearance of each object......

"But for people now, it seems that there is no difficulty at all......

An Qi was a little interested, maybe this idea would help him control his physical body?

More importantly, for the ancients, this was the idea of having no physical view, and for him, it was the idea of having a physical view.

Based on fantasy alone, the difficulty of composition is not comparable according to the map.

Isn't it a human body diagram?

That's what he's learned in this life!

"Looking for some pictures to visualize?"

An Qisheng's heart moved, and he shook his head again:

"It's not good, it's not good, everyone's body is different from others, I might as well go to the hospital tomorrow to shoot a film......"

After paying attention, An Qisheng closed the computer and went to bed.

Just after three o'clock in the morning the next day, I woke up when the stars had not faded, first practiced in the courtyard for three hours, washed up, and came to Xingcheng People's Hospital at eight o'clock.

I hung up the number, took a full-body film, and when I got home, it was already eleven o'clock at noon.

Boil medicinal food, practice boxing, shake big guns......

After the day's homework was done, the sky had already darkened again.

At this time, An Qisheng was in the bedroom, carefully studying the film he had taken, and then began to visualize again.

Visualization is very difficult to learn, and if you don't know the essentials of visualization, it's hard to get started with all kinds of practice.

But once you get started, it's a little simpler.

It didn't take much effort, and An Qisheng, who had many distractions, had already entered a state of visualization.

In the midst of a gangster hole, a little light lit up.

"Nine want to look at the entrance, and start from the appearance, look at the body, some start from the inside, look at the internal organs, and some start from the inside, look at the feces and urine drowning......."

As soon as he entered the state of visualization, Anqisheng felt that his thoughts became very active and comfortable.

A lot of thoughts turn around in a single thought:

"It's a bit complicated to feces and urine, so I'll start with my appearance, visualize my body first, and then fill in my bones, muscles, and ........"

Ankisheng closed his eyes in thought, and the little light in his mind gradually began to stretch, transforming into his own form.

"The hands are a little short...... Forget it, let's do it first...... Fingers can't figure it out...... Forget it, don't finger it yet......"

"Facial features..... Forget it, don't have facial features first......"

"Toes..... Forget it, let's probably visualize it first. ”

......

Visualization is a very complicated thing, and if you think it is simple, it is often an illusion.

It's like a set of actions, which is very simple for the brain, but the brain gives this instruction, through skeletal muscle, trillions of skeletal muscle cells, and countless nerve nodes.

It's not so easy to show.

To put it simply,

Brain: "Simple, yes." ”

Body: "You're farting." ”

Therefore, the long night was about to pass, and it was not until after three o'clock in the morning that An Qisheng was finally in his mind.

Visualize one – a stickman.

This is just the first step, the second step, to control the visualizing figure.

As An Qisheng's mind moved, the stickman in his mind seemed to be unmoving.

An Qisheng felt that the stickman's arm, which had nothing, seemed to move.

"Seems doable!"

An Qisheng opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

Although he only visualized a stickman, after all, he had both hands and feet, which was already an improvement for him.

At least it's more reliable than visualizing a chip and finally visualizing a rope.

An Qisheng turned over and sat up, in a good mood:

"The stickman is only the first step, and as you slowly fill it in until you finish visualizing the thirty-six things, you may be able to visualize yourself! At least it gives me a more intuitive impression of my body! ”

In the following days, Anqisheng still went on track.

Get up at three o'clock in the morning every day to practice, boil medicine, continue to practice the eight extremes, Xingyi, dragon and tiger grappling hands and other boxing techniques, and at night, visualize yourself and dream of more boxing masters.......

even tried to Wudang Mountain in his dream, and took the initiative to fight with Yi Feibai, Feng Mingtao and others.

The days are boring, immersive, but very fulfilling.

Time flickered, and months passed.

In the middle of winter again, a heavy snow suddenly came, wrapping Xingcheng in silver overnight.

Call!

Whew!

The fist wind whistled.

In the courtyard, Anqi was dressed in a single dress and boxed in the snow.

Its feet are never a foot above the ground, but they move extremely fast.

Often with a stomp under the feet, the strength climbs layer by layer, merging in one place, the person seems to collapse the bow, the hair is like a thunderbolt, the fists and feet are in the direction, and the air flow of the fight is overflowing.

The snowflakes all over the courtyard have been blown up one after another!

"Whew!"

After a long time, he slowly retracted his fist, and a mouthful of white air slowly exhaled, condensing and dispersing, blowing away the flying snow foam.

Bang Bang Bang!

Applause rang out, and Wang Zhixuan, who was wearing a knee-length windbreaker, pushed open the door of the villa and walked in:

"You're progressing much faster than I thought, and the darkness is all over your belly. Is it the reason for the last time I was on Wudang Mountain? ”

Wang Zhixuan stepped on the snow, still wearing the sunglasses that were enough to cover half of her face.

"Dr. Wang has been watching for a long time."

An Qisheng didn't seem curious about her arrival, glanced at her, and asked:

"Can you point me out?"

"You punched well."

Wang Zhixuan stopped far away, and nodded slightly when she heard the words:

"But it was just a good game."

"What's the explanation?"

An Qisheng lowered his eyebrows.

In the past few months, it has been a period of his fastest progress, and the dark energy has not only penetrated his limbs, but also his waist and back.

Wang Zhixuan's eyesight is very good, and it can be seen from his set of boxing techniques that he has entered the realm at this time.

"Your fist is too heavy, although it is unexpectedly perfect, but that's all."

Wang Zhixuan put his hands in his coat pockets, and his expression was calm:

"There is no God!"

"God ......"

An Qisheng looked up.

"Kung Fu, from ancient times to the present, has only one purpose in existence, and that is to kill people! Everything else, it's empty! ”

Wang Zhixuan slowly withdrew his hands.

In the heavy snow, her palms were almost as white as snow.

Under An Qisheng's gaze, her slender five fingers hanging by her side slowly rose like knives:

"You're good at it!"

Rumble!

An Qisheng's pupils shrank.

I saw Wang Zhixuan, who was at least twenty meters away from him, stepping out, and under the back of the hunting windbreaker, the snow in the courtyard was shocked.

Bang!

In the air flow, Wang Zhixuan's arm was raised like a gun, his fingertips were like knives, and he stepped out in one step, and his hanging arm came from bottom to top, from top to bottom.

It is like an ancient famous general who crossed a horse and dragged a knife to slash, and the momentum was tragic and boundless!

When he landed, An Qisheng only felt a chill in his neck, and there seemed to be a thick bloody gas between his mouth and nose.

Scare!

His body shook, his feet stomped, and the back of his head hurt.

All of a sudden, leaning forward and half back.

At the same time, the shoulders were lowered, the strength was one, and it slammed away!

Eight poles, iron mountain by the eye!

Wang Zhixuan's shot was too aggressive, which provoked An Qisheng's subconscious counterattack.

Call!

Wang Zhixuan, who stepped out in one step and pointed at Wang Zhixuan, who was like a knife, saw An Qisheng's powerful Tieshan leaning, and just smiled faintly.

The severed hand knife was suddenly retracted, the five fingers were stretched out, and one pressed down, pressing on An Qisheng's shoulder like a hammer.

Bang!

The air flow shook, and the snow within a few meters of the two of them suddenly rose high.

Click!

The slate broke, and An Qisheng took two steps back, his shoulder as if it had been burned by a soldering iron, and the fire burned to the fire.

"Your fist is really accurate."

Wang Zhixuan quietly took half a step back, slightly surprised:

"However, you have no god in your fist, like a dragon without eyes, and you can't practice it anymore, and you can't make a name for yourself."

By God, do you mean emotions? Thoughts? Or what? ”

An Qisheng rubbed his shoulders.

"It's emotions, it's beliefs, and more, it should be imprints."

Wang Zhixuan put his hand back in his pocket again, and said with a smile:

"I've come from afar, and you're going to let me stand in the snow and teach you?"