After a hard fight in the third year of junior high school, I was admitted to the key middle school in our city, Huai'an No. 1 Middle School. This school has some history, which can be traced back to the grass school in the former Qing Dynasty. It is located in the northwest corner of the center of Huai'an, covering an area of more than 200 acres, with rich teaching resources and excellent teachers, it can be said that you can come to this middle school, and it is not far from the university.

I remember that it was August 16th, and I walked into the school gate with fantasies about high school and fear of the unknown.

One thing that stood out to me was a sign hanging on the front door of the school that said, "Welcome new students, treat this as if this is your home." Years later, we were brought back to life by the dormitory steward, and we realized that this sentence was full of deep meaning: "Do you really think this is your home?" ”

For example, when we are usually at home, we are very casual, and we don't want to fold the quilt when we get up late, and no one says anything. Melon seed peels are thrown everywhere, and parents sweep them anyway. But when I get to school, it's different, if I dare not fold the quilt, I have to go home and reflect for a week. You may think, it's not good to go home and reflect? Isn't it equivalent to a holiday? Of course, this is nothing for those with poor grades, and for those with good grades, it is tantamount to a bolt from the blue, after all, a lot of homework can be left behind in one day. So at that time, I really didn't dare to clean up like at home.

To get back to the point, after a one-stop admission qualification review and payment, I successfully became a freshman in the fourth class of high school. Since it was the first day of reporting, I didn't have to go to class, so under the guidance of my homeroom teacher, Mr. Wang, my parents accompanied me to the dormitory building. The six-storey dormitory is a freshly painted building, and it is said that it used to be a girls' dormitory, and we were the first boys to move here. Because I came earlier, I was the first person to go to the dormitory, I looked at the dormitory sign, it was room 404, and I thought that I was really related to the number four, but it seemed that this number was not very lucky, and it became a dead word when I read it! When I opened the door, I saw that the dormitory room I was in was no more than 10 meters long and 5 meters wide, with a total of eight bunks, like a steamer. I was silent, this was the first time in my life that I stayed, and it was such an environment. Hey, people are under the eaves, and they have to bow their heads. If you don't have the strength to resist, you can only bear it silently.

My father said to me very indifferently: "Boys just have to endure more hardships, endure more hardships and have more skills, and this accommodation is much better than when we were back!" "I was silent for a while, and the feeling is not that you live here all the time.

My mother didn't say much, she tidied up my bed intimately, and went home with my father, leaving me alone in the dormitory.

I lay quietly on the bed alone, and I couldn't help but have a little hope for my future life, what kind of classmates I could meet, what kind of life I would have, how I would study in the future, and so on. But soon I felt a little bored, so I took out a book that Mr. Liu stuffed into me before entering school, called "Interception Technique". This is a wire-bound book, there is a kind of Republic of China style, and the font is also that kind of traditional characters, and some of the words I still struggle to recognize. When I was given this book, Mr. Liu told me to read it carefully and not lose it. He told me that he had learned everything he had learned from this book, and that now that I was in high school, he didn't have time to run to him, so he gave me the book in advance. Mr. Liu also said that this book has been passed down from generation to generation, and it not only records the cultivation methods of our branch, but also records the personal experience of our predecessors, which is very valuable for reference. In the future, when I have the ability, I will translate it into simplified Chinese and add my own experience. Looking at this old book in my hand, I really have a headache, because I really can't understand this traditional Chinese character.

The book is called "The Art of Interception", the author is unknown, the age is unknown, and it is a different book of interception. Why is it said to be a book of secret arts? Because on the first page of the book, it is written, "The Great Dao is fifty and forty-nine is a fixed number, and a glimmer of life is gone, and my generation uses its own Dao law sword to cut through all kinds of illusions and shackles in the world." Capture a piece of life for all beings. This is exactly the doctrine of the Interception.

The book contains all kinds of mysterious spells and some absurd and bizarre stories. For example, what kind of ghost mother sends her son, Lingshan is out of the customs, and there is a strange news of Qinglong Mountain.

From my eyes at the time, this is definitely an ancient supernatural story book, most of which is similar to Liao Zhai Zhiwei, if I have to say that this book is different, I can responsibly say that this book, the cover is very good. Although I struggled to look at the traditional characters, I was soon fascinated by the stories of gods and monsters, so I read it patiently. On the second page of the book, there is a mantra that says, "Yin contains its qi, and yang hides its deeds." Conclude the Xuanxin to become the Xuantai ....." followed by some hand formulas, for example, Yin Yun internal qi, both fists are clenched, index finger and thumb are open, and the two hands are aligned with each other.

I also learned the practice method with Mr. Liu before, just meditating and meditating. What is recorded in this book is a little different from what Mr. Liu taught, so I decided to practice it out out of curiosity. I sat cross-legged according to the mantra method, recited the mantra silently, regulated my breathing, and calmed my mind. At first, I didn't feel anything, I patiently insisted on practicing for a while, and suddenly felt a tingling in the back of my head, and then a trace of coolness came from my neck to the back of my head, and this coolness flowed from the back of my head to Yintang, and finally stayed in the center of my eyebrows. After a big cycle, the whole person feels light, just like eating an ice cream in the middle of summer, which is called a refreshment.

I sighed in my heart, this effect!

Just as I was immersed in the thrill of cultivating the Interception Technique, the dormitory door creaked open.

A buddy with a moxican-style haircut and a pimple on his face gently pushed the door in.

"Haha, buddy, hello, my name is Guo Xiaoda, and I am your roommate." Guo Xiaoda went straight to the point and showed great enthusiasm.

"Hello, I'm Li Yan." I didn't say much, I didn't like talking to strangers at the time, and in today's parlance, I was cold by nature.

"Hey, buddy, you're pretty cool, where is your house? I'm from Chengxian. With that, Guo Xiaoda sat down on my bed and put one hand on my shoulder.

"Well, I'm from the city." I replied lightly.

"Yo, you're still a city guy, so buddy will take care of me more in the future!" Guo Xiaoda is a familiar person at first glance, and he is so eager with everyone.

"I don't dare to be, but it's useful to my place, say it." With that, I closed my eyes, obviously not wanting to talk any more.

Guo Xiaoda was also very interested in seeing this, no longer entangled with me, and took care of himself to clean up the bed. After a while, all the roommates from our dormitory came.

They each reported their names, including Liu Yong, Yang Jinpeng, Su Jie, Li Yan, Li Mingming, Zhou Xiaowei, Wang Pu, and Liu Yixing.

To this day, I only remember two of them, Guo Xiaoda and Liu Yixing. The reason why I am deeply impressed by Guo Xiaoda is because he is the first roommate I know, and he is outgoing and more distinctive. And Liu Yixing, he is my best brother, he has been at the same table with me for three years in high school, lived in my upper bunk, and has a close relationship with me. Liu Yixing, who has been with me all these years, is very dark, but his facial features are very delicate, and his height is about the same as mine. Because of his skin color, everyone gave him a very affectionate nickname "Third Brother", and we won't talk about the specific reasons, I believe that all the officials can understand the deep connotation of this "Third Brother".

Why is my relationship with Liu Yixing so good? After so many years, I have summed it up, first of all, our three views are relatively compatible. To give a simple example, for example, we all think that honesty comes first when making friends, and people who do not keep integrity cannot deal with each other. For example, we all think that making friends is to make friends with filial parents. Then, our personalities are very complementary. I'm the kind of person who is naturally cold, with a calm face every day, and I don't like to talk to strangers very much. Liu Yixing is very enthusiastic, talking about people when he sees people, talking about ghosts, and can make good friends with all kinds of people. To be honest, I sometimes really envy his character.

On the first night of the dormitory, none of us spoke, and after the lights went out, the whole room was quiet, and the occasional sound of mosquitoes flying by was also clearly audible. At that time, I thought, maybe everyone is not very familiar with it, and I don't like to be very busy, no one talks, so I can sleep quietly. But all this is just my fantasy, how can I be quiet with such a living treasure as Guo Xiaoda in the dormitory? I really underestimated the destructive power of a hilarious element, and in the days to come, no one in our dorm room would ever be able to sleep before twelve o'clock in the evening.

Tonight was the only quiet night in the entire dormitory.

I lay in bed, closed my eyes, and thought of the past, but I could only remember what had happened since I was sixteen. So, what was my life like before I was sixteen? Why am I missing so many memories? Why is there a disconnect in my memory? This series of question marks flew all over my mind.

"Forget it, if you can't think about it, you can't think about it, it's a good life now, and now I'm a strange person with Mr. Liu's practice. One day, if I succeed in my cultivation, maybe I can also descend demons and catch ghosts like Mr. Liu, and attract everyone's attention! No matter how bad it is, when you fight in the future, you can also show the true colors of the old man's eldest brother, and beat a group of opponents to pieces, not to mention Dora style. "I secretly thought in my heart, the more I thought about it, the happier I became, and the more I thought about it, the more excited I became, causing me to immerse myself in the fantasy of being a martial arts master all night, and the next day I became a panda eye.