x{{{{{大学时候，讲古文的老师就曾跟我私下提过。

The human body is a small gathering of dust, and each subtlety carries a lot of information. This information influences the person's character. 情xù. Further, it affects everyone's fate.

People in the world often say that they want to change their luck, but they don't know that they really want to change. At the root, you have to change your heart, you have to see the dust on your body, wear out the information in it, and return to its original appearance, and naturally you will not be far from the avenue.

The ancient teacher who taught me the Heart Sutra at the university was a master of Buddhism, but he didn't teach. According to him, he worships the Buddha at home, worships the Buddha, and uses the precepts and rules to be himself.

Of course. Few students and teachers know that he does this.

In the eyes of outsiders, he is a very clean but very plainly dressed happy little old man.

He spoke to me about the Heart Sutra six or seven times. The reason is. I wrote well and helped him copy the scriptures a few times.

But at the time. I don't have any understanding of this Heart Sutra. It's just that it can be memorized word for word, which belongs to the kind of rote memorization.

Today, Uncle Zou mentioned it like this.

All of a sudden, the things on my back were all open, and for a while, there was a sense of comfort in the breeze.

borrowed this energy.

I stretched out my arms, moved my legs, and carefully set up a three-body shelf. Then adjust the tail and loosen the waist to let the feet feel the tremor of the big board while adjusting the center of gravity of the shelf from time to time.

Am I not afraid now? The answer is fear, but the more you are afraid, the more you must shake up your spirit, find the root cause of fear, and then start to solve it.

It's not a person who is stupid here and thinking nonsense, which will only be more and more afraid!

This was the first time I had linked martial arts with Buddhist teachings.

Then, I was very useful!

Very, very useful!

I stood for a long time, and I can't remember how long. I only felt that my body was trembling with the big board, and there seemed to be a ball of qi or strength in my dantian. It fluttered with the board, sometimes tight, sometimes loose. It directly affected the tail. The subtle flicking of the tail affects the waist. The waist breathes like a stomach, and then the force on the feet is transmitted to the whole body. Ultimately, the body is in a state of high balance.

It is extremely comfortable.

I took the work and turned my head to look.

Suddenly, I found that the black brother had crossed his two long legs and sat on the board with a helpless, like a monster, staring at me motionlessly.

I can imagine how careful he had to be when he switched from a horse-step position to a one-butted sitting position!

Black brothers, thank you!

The afternoon stump was almost a pleasure for me to relax.

But as the evening approached, I had the most painful training session again.

It is different from the fight with the black gold dragon, which was specially tailored for me by Uncle Zou to give me training to adjust the frame and adjust the strength of the fist.

The method is simple.

Uncle Zou found me a big gun, the appearance, the material and Master Zhou taught me six? The same big pole used when closing the big gun.

They are all very precious and rare objects.

Then, Uncle Han asked his workers to prepare a lot of large gasoline drums, which were filled with a certain amount of sand, and finally sealed the mouth of the barrel, and rolled the barrel down a steep slope behind the factory.

As for me, I'm going to take a big pole and pick this bucket flying!

This strength must be found well, otherwise, the big pole will jump, and then tie it to yourself.

All in all, according to Uncle Zou's words, it is to listen to this strength with a big pole first, and judge whether it is an empty bucket or a bucket filled with sand that rolls down.

Because, there are a lot of empty barrels mixed here.

So I had to use my own strength to pick the bucket apart based on what I heard.

In addition, the oil drum is round, not strength, so the strength of the pick, but also cold, brittle, fast and flexible.

The gun was picked for more than two hours, is it over?

No, there is one final exercise. This time, instead of picking it with a gun, he wore a pair of labor protection gloves, and then Uncle Han asked people to roll down the slope one after another, nearly a person high.

I'm down there, using the strength of a split fist to set this tire.

The tire rolled in front of you, and you used your splitting fist to exert force along its counteraxial direction, snap!

Give it in one palm!

If you can't fix it, bang! This thing hits me, and that's an injury.

That's it.

In the morning, I fought with the black gold dragon, stood on the dangerous pile in the afternoon, and picked up the gasoline barrel at night, and split the tires!

The food is very hard, all of which are the medicinal herbs that Teacher Zhu is looking for, and the diet that I have adjusted is both clear and replenished.

Then, at the end of each training, Teacher Zhu had to loosen my bones for half an hour. At night, before going to bed, you have to loosen your bones for half an hour.

At first, I said no.

Uncle Hao reminded me that this is necessary, because according to such a practice, I don't wish the teacher to loosen my bones. In less than a month, I'm going to be seriously ill!

Guoshu is like this, sometimes hard practice may not be successful, the most critical reason is the lack of a doctor.

Medicine and martial arts are not separated, and if you want to achieve success in martial arts, you can't do without medicine.

Similarly, if you want to be strong in the medical way, you must learn the things in martial arts.

I didn't expect that after such a practice, in one breath, I would practice until the New Year!

For several months, when I felt that I was quite good, by chance, I saw Uncle Hao's true strength. I realized that I was just a newbie.

It was snowing heavily that day, and the black gold dragon and I were shirtless, and we just stood outside, fists to the flesh to accept his attack.

Often getting along for half a year, I have become best friends with the Black Gold Dragon.

We often spent time together, chatting in English, and he told me about the British and American experiences, social systems, life, emotional experiences, learning experiences, and many other things.

Uncle Zou and Uncle Han stayed with us for more than half a month and left.

I was left alone with Teacher Zhu, who always paid attention to my physical condition.

Later, half a month later, Uncle Zou and Uncle Han came back. Then he lived with us, and took possession of my things.

In this way, the two left after a while. And then will come back again.

So, most of the time it was me and the Black Gold Dragon practicing alone.

The black gold dragon's fist power has reached a terrifying state under the guidance of Uncle Zou.

It may be an exaggeration, but Uncle Zou has said it more than once. If Black Gold Dragon goes to fight professionally, he will be the future world boxing champion.

Foreigners think differently from many people.

If you want to change someone else, you will definitely be excited, and you will definitely find a way to actively participate in the competition.

But the Black Gold Dragon was very indifferent to this.

He said that he learned boxing and learning to exert power, not for the sake of boxing matches.

In other words, he loves boxing madly, but never competes.

Another thing that surprised me was that Black Gold Dragon didn't learn boxing for himself, he did it for his father.

Black Gold Dragon's background is relatively special, his father is an American, and his ancestors were the first to be sold as slaves from Africa.

His father was a strong man in the circus in the United States.

According to Hei Jinlong, his father's height should be about two meters when converted to our metric unit. He often watched his father perform a show of taking away, that is, two arms, carrying a sitting girl on each side, and then, on each shoulder, a girl standing.

A total of four people were carried back and forth on the single-plank bridge made of the circus.

The Black Gold Dragon is an illegitimate child.

Her mother is a black person in England, and once she came to the United States and watched his father's performance, the two fell in love at first sight, and they had a little black gold dragon.

Black Gold Dragon followed the circus troupe for six years, and when he reached school age, his father placed him in a boarding school in Washington state.

When Black Gold Dragon finished high school, his father suffered a terrible brain tumor and was about to die.

He went to visit his father, who told him a wish.

It was when his father was younger, and he once followed the circus to the northwest corner of Wyoming. It is adjacent to Yellowstone National Park in the United States and is home to a myriad of wildlife.

At that time, Black Gold Dragon's father remembered that a girl had a quarrel with the circus owner and left the camp alone at night.

The father of the black gold dragon was ordered to find the girl.

When he found him at dawn, he found himself and the girl in the middle of a large herd of bison.

The bison in heat will not turn at all, and the father of the black gold dragon and the girl are in danger, and they cannot escape.

It was at that time that a man suddenly appeared.

In the words of the Black Gold Dragon's father, the man had demonstrated an ability that was surprisingly unbelievable.

He stood in front of the Black Gold Dragon Father, but whenever the bison rushed up, he only had a slight movement to throw one mad bison after another far away.

The father of the black gold dragon did not describe the specific movements, only that the man's movements were very fast, as if he was carrying one papier-mâché bison after another, and after throwing them six or seven meters away, the bison rolled on the ground a few times and then turned around and ran.

The father of the black gold dragon was stupid and completely stunned.

Later, he saw that it was a Chinese.

And, he knows, the other party is a boxer from China. At the time, the boxer was traveling on foot across the American continent!

Hei Jinlong's father was impressed by the strength displayed by the Chinese boxer, as well as the bearing on him.

None of the bison were physically harmed, but he saved two large survivors.

This kind of power fascinates the Black Gold Dragon Father.

This has also become a wish in the heart of the Black Gold Dragon's father, he wants his son to learn that kind of power in his lifetime.

Later, Black Gold Dragon's father died.

His mother showed up in England and picked him up to study at university in England.

After graduating from university, he never forgot his father's wish, on the one hand, he actively studied boxing, and then saved up money to come to China, hoping to learn that kind of strength.

This is the story of the Black Gold Dragon.

He was very inkblotted and talked to me for more than four months!

That day, it was snowing heavily, and I easily fended off the Black Gold Dragon's furious attack, and finally he was tired and panting.

Uncle Zou is here.

"Hey, you two, come here, come here. I'm glad to show you a real kung fu today! "

The Black Gold Dragon and I immediately surrounded us.

Uncle Zou turned his head to look at Teacher Zhu, Uncle Han smiled, and then he took off his shirt.

I saw a muscular man, although his muscles were not very obvious, but they were very strong.

At this time, Uncle Zou handed over the two iron lumps in his hand to me.

"Let's see, if it's a real guy." Private Island Yuba.

I took it and rubbed it in my hand.

This thing was cold to the touch, and it was extremely heavy, extremely heavy, heavier than ordinary pig iron.

I said, "It's true." "

Uncle Zou was happy and threw the iron beads on his body.

That's it!

I saw that these two large iron beads, which were five centimeters in diameter, were firmly sucked on Uncle Zou's chest.

It's really sucked, and the skin on the chest is sunken inward, tightly wrapped around the iron beads.

I was startled for a moment, and then something that surprised me even more happened.

The two iron beads, as if someone was fiddling with them, slowly roamed around the body close to the skin.

Under Uncle Zou's skin, it was as if there were countless hands, moving quickly or slowly with the iron balls

Uncle Zou saw that we were fascinated, he smiled slightly, and suddenly said to us: "Go you!" "

In a flash.

Two iron beads, one on the shoulder and one on the belly. Whizzing!

And flew out.

At the same time, on the outer wall of the factory building more than ten meters away, bang, bang!

After two loud bangs, the two large iron beads were impressively embedded in the masonry wall.

I watched the whole thing.

Then, I believe that if one day, I tell someone, they must think that I am joking, that I am lying, they will not, will never believe it, it is true!