After the corpse baby incident, Teacher Zhai of the Olympiad training class resigned, and most of the students in the Olympiad class also changed schools, so that during the Olympiad competition, only Liu Shangang and I went, but unfortunately neither of us got a good ranking.

During Master's absence, my mother replaced Master and was responsible for controlling my daily diet, to be honest, although my mother's cooking skills are also well-known, compared with my master, it is still more than one level behind. I am used to eating my master's food, and then eating my mother's cooking, sometimes it is a kind of torment.

My master once said that life is a running account. During that time, my life was indeed a running account, every day was practice, school, eating, sleeping, and there was hardly anything particularly happy or annoying.

But speaking of which, during that time, the only difference from the past should be the practice.

In the case of the corpse baby, I discovered that the Tao Te Ching, which I hated the most in the past, still has such a magical effect. Since then, I have worked the Tao Te Ching, and I have to memorize it once every morning, lunch, and dinner, and I still shake my head every time I memorize it. In the words of my parents, I felt like I had a nervous disorder during that time.

After persisting like this for half a month, I was already able to withstand any external interference and silently recite the entire Tao Te Ching in my heart. If you say that it is like a stream, I really don't have that ability, but there is no problem with rolling melons and ripening them.

But the good times don't last long, and then back to the back, I slip on my back, the whole Tao Te Ching is like a smooth mouth, after reciting it again, I don't know what I am memorizing, such a Tao Te Ching, even if I memorize it skillfully, it is useless. Later, I remembered that Master had said that you should use your heart, so I tried to memorize it with my heart, and every time I memorized a word, I would let it go through in my mind.

Before, I could hardly understand the meaning of this ancient text, but after memorizing it carefully, although I still couldn't translate the whole Tao Te Ching in the vernacular, I had a little experience.

After the Tao Te Ching, I recited the Three Corpses Recipe and practiced meditation again according to the method taught by my master.

It was about two months later, when I was practicing walking, I accidentally entered the realm of contemplation. But that process was very short, when I took the third step, I suddenly felt something in my heart was opened, it was broad daylight, I actually saw the stars in the sky, those stars did not seem to be physical, but a sign of some kind of momentum between heaven and earth, or some kind of might.

I can't say exactly what it is, but at the same time as I saw the stars, my body suddenly became extremely heavy, as if it was suppressed by some special force. I know that this is what Master calls "thinking about cunning."

But as soon as I was happy, my breath and mind were scattered, and then it was like someone hit me on the head with a hammer, and I passed out in an instant. In the next two days, the fever did not go away.

This frightened my dad and my mom, and they hurriedly called my master, and when my master heard the news, he was happy at first, and then he became worried, and told me not to practice Huagang anymore, saying that this technique would be too much of a backlash for the practitioner, and that it would be dangerous to practice without him by my side to guide me.

It is estimated that before my master left, he did not expect that I would touch the threshold of Sicun so quickly, according to my master, it took him ten years to barely reach my level. So much so that for a while, I naively thought I was a genius.

Of course, I am not a genius, my intelligence is neither high nor low compared to others, I can only be regarded as modest, and the reason why I entered the realm faster than Master is because of the pure yang energy in my body. It is true that because of the eight characters, my pure yang physique can be regarded as unique, but this breath of pure yang qi is not completely innate, it is something that my master has cultivated for me over the years.

In the first ten years when my master first entered the school, he was still in that era of war and chaos, and even if my master wanted to recuperate for him, he still had enough spare energy.

In addition, I have also been practicing Tiangang Lock and Eight-Step Divine Walk. Once, during a physical education class, I won the first place in the class, so I was really excited. The reason why I ran fast was all due to the hard work of practicing the Eight Steps in the past two years.

Eight-step Shenxing, at first glance, seems to be a very mysterious spell, but in fact, it has nothing to do with the word "art", it is a light body kung fu.

This kung fu was created by a snitch during the Tang Dynasty, and later he became a disciple of the righteous lineage, and this kung fu has also been passed down in our lineage. It is said that the snitch back then, with this kung fu, could run eight steps on the vertical wall with bare feet, and each step could reach more than one zhang, which can be said to be a cornice walking wall. That's why it's so hard to get such a name.

But for me, running eight steps up a vertical wall is unthinkable. My master has practiced all his life, and he can only run four steps on the wall when he wears shoes with a lot of friction, and often the first step of the wall is very large, and the steps behind it gradually become smaller. It's even worse with bare feet, and the first foot rubbed on the wall is estimated to be able to peel off the skin.

As for me, the three steps are not particularly difficult, but these three steps are also my limit, and I don't even know how my master exerted his strength when he took the fourth step. Every time I asked my master, he always said that I hadn't practiced enough, and when I practiced too much, it would be natural. I don't know if I can reach my master's level if I practice for a few more decades.

Life went on day by day, the efficiency of the rubber factory was not good as always, and my mother also changed jobs, working as a food buyer in a restaurant, and occasionally working part-time as a waiter, serving wine and food in the restaurant.

Because my mother was honest and worked as a buyer for two months, she never greeded for a penny in the store, and the store owner also gave my mother a few salary increases. At that time, almost all the financial expenses of the family were supported by my mother alone.

My dad couldn't make money in the factory, and he also thought about partnering with others to do some small business, but because he had no capital, he didn't go out in the end. Since then, my dad, who has always been a little talkative, has become less talkative, and often drinks alone, although my dad never plays drunk after drinking, but his situation is still worrying after all.

My mother and I both knew in our hearts that my dad had become a little inferior because he couldn't make money in a few years, but no one dared to pierce this layer of window paper.

Autumn is followed by a long winter. After the winter, a cold snap invaded the northern land, and it snowed heavily in the county for several days, making the already wide road more difficult to walk, which seemed to indicate that the hard life of our family will become more and more difficult.

That night happened to be the day of our group's duty, and by the time we finished cleaning, it was already dark.

My mom had to work in the restaurant at night, and she came back late, and when I got home, there was no light in the house. At first, I thought there was no one at home, but when I entered the house, I saw a small red fire above the sofa, and the air was filled with a strong smell of smoke. I know, it was my dad sitting on the couch smoking.

When I turned on the light, my dad was dazzled by the sudden light on, and after blinking, he smoked there silently, without saying a word to me.

The atmosphere in the room became a little oppressive.

Later, my mom came home and heated up the meal, and when I ate in the evening, my dad was also sullen like this, and when my mom talked to him, he responded with "uh-huh" twice. After eating, he sat on the sofa again and smoked without saying a word.

It wasn't until I finished my homework, turned off the lights and went to bed, that I heard my mom ask my dad, "What's the matter with you, boss?" ”

For the past two years, my mother has been calling my dad "the master", which seems to be to satisfy the self-esteem in my dad's heart.

My dad let out a long, long breath: "Something happened in the factory." ”

"What's wrong?"

When my mom asked this, I heard the sound of a lighter coming from the next room, and my dad lit another cigarette.

I heard my dad say sullenly: "Luo Youfang ran away, he is a liar, he rolled up money from the factory, ran away, and he hasn't found anyone until now." ”

After that, my mom didn't speak again.

In the hearts of my parents, Luo Youfang was originally a hope to make life better, before my father was still saying that if Luo Youfang and the factory cooperation project was successful, the efficiency of the factory would become better, and the wages owed by the factory in the past few years might be repaid in time.

But who would have thought that Luo Youfang fled with money, which shattered my father's last bit of hope.

The cold winter of '97 was really cold, cold to the bones.

After that, life seemed to have become normal again, my mother still got up early and was busy at night, and my father still went to work every day with his worries and went home with his worries.

Seeing that the New Year was coming to an end again, I took the winter vacation, in order to reduce the burden on my mother, I began to learn to cook, at first I was not very proficient, either I put too much salt when stir-frying, or I made the paste sinus (a kind of porridge we often drink) into pimple soup, or I made the food into paste.

My mom never blamed me, she just said that I could take the initiative to help her with a little housework, and she was happy.

Once, when I was cooking, I had just cut a handful of fresh vegetables, but by the time I went out to the toilet and came back, the handful had wilted. Even the meat that was being fried in the pot smelled of rottenness, but when I put the meat in the pot, the meat was obviously fine!

I told my mom about it, and my mom just smiled and told me to take care of my homework and stop cooking.

My mom thought I didn't want to cook and made excuses for myself.