Chapter 8: The Master

With the slow abdominal breathing, Fang Jian's brain cleared up a lot, and he stood on and off for more than two years, never getting the essentials, but this time, it was easy to enter the state of concentration that Teacher Zhang said, and he really felt that the true qi of the whole body was recovered to the dantian through the meridians of the limbs, and it was difficult to stand for forty minutes at a time.

Another hour passed, Fang Jian became more and more relaxed, thinking that the true qi was empowered from the head, then down the spine, to the limbs, and then back to the dantian, and the cycle went on and on, and gradually entered a state of selflessness, only to feel that the unknown thing on the top of his head seemed to appear again, as if it was an absorber installed on the top of his head, constantly collecting the heaven and earth vitality around him.

Ah, Brother Jian!

Seeing Fang Jian, who had been standing still for more than two hours, You Ren opened his mouth and looked at Fang Jian's figure with admiration in drool.

Hey, there's a master here! Su Ya looked at the tent where Fang Jian was located in surprise, she was born in the ancient martial arts family, she has been practicing the inner family exercises since she was a child, she has a little success, and she is very sensitive to the fluctuations of the vitality of heaven and earth, at this moment she feels that there is a martial artist with great kung fu in the opposite tent who is practicing, and her skills should not be under her grandfather.

Fang Jian, who didn't know anything about this, would definitely cry and laugh if he knew her thoughts.

When the day dawned, several peasants and peasant women all got up very early, and they sat on the edge of the bed at a loss, and a peasant woman seemed to be sick and curled up on the bed, and a man who looked like her husband rubbed his hands and sighed beside the bed.

The little girl who looked like a student washed with mineral water for a long time, the oily young man and the fat cadre were still asleep, Fang Jian was sitting cross-legged on the bed, doing abdominal breathing, exhaling and inhaling, exhaling and exhaling a long breath, which made people feel refreshed.

You Ren's eyes were red, his hands and feet kept turning in the room, and from time to time he glanced at Fang Jian who was meditating on the bed, until Fang Jian opened his eyes, and he hurriedly jumped over.

"Brother, brother, it turns out that you are a master, teach me!" You Ren pleaded.

Fang Jian looked at You Ren strangely: "Hey, Brother Ren, what's the matter?" ”

You Ren blushed and muttered: "You are the eldest brother, I am the younger brother, they like to call me Debao, it is a nickname, hehe, brother, you also call me Debao"

"Debao, You Debao" Fang Jian smiled slightly.

You Ren agreed crisply: "Hey! Brother Sword"

Fang Jian smiled: "I'm not a master, I'm just exercising."

You Ren leaned over with a smile on his face: "Isn't it?" Brother, I've also mixed in society, I've seen a lot of guys who claim to be masters, and I've never seen a fierce person like you who can stand for hours without moving."

Oh! Fang Jian didn't answer again, stood up, and walked to the door of the tent.

"Stop, you can't just go out," the soldier outside the tent shouted.

Fang Jian frowned: "Well, I want to go to the bathroom"

The soldier pointed to the outermost toilet made of simple colored steel plates: "Go and line up over there"

Fang Jian lined up behind the convenient line, quietly looking around, there were wooden stakes standing outside the toilet, and the isolation area was marked out with colored warning plastic tape on the wooden stakes, and then outside was the farmland, and the right side was against the highway, and the soldiers kept walking back and forth on the road, looking around vigilantly.

You Ren followed behind him and asked quietly, "Brother Jian, what's wrong?" ”

"Nothing, just take a look"

There were all kinds of discussions in the crowd in the queue, what called everyone to come here for land acquisition, how many people died in our village, what is the family going crazy again, and there are people who say that the dead come back to life and become ghosts and bite people everywhere, the whole Jiangcheng is an army, the whole city is blocked, etc., all kinds of gossip are passed on to each other, Fang Jian and You Ren exchanged glances and left the team.

"Brother Jian, what should I do?"

You Ren followed behind Fang Jian, his face was a little pale, he seemed to have regarded Fang Jian as his backbone now.

Fang Jian whispered: "It's okay, wait and see, let's not come out, the toilet may be a way out"

You Ren is not a stupid person, and nodded understandingly.

Back to the tent, the soldiers sent breakfast, two steamed buns per person, an egg, and a paper cup of porridge, Fang Jian quickly swallowed the steamed buns on the porridge, picked up the egg and put it down, and quietly put it into the pocket of his clothes.

"Damn, let Lao Tzu eat this again, Lao Tzu won't eat it"

The pink-faced youth suddenly jumped like thunder, roared and threw the steamed buns in his hand to the ground, rushed out of the tent, and yelled at the soldiers.

Yes~!

Before everyone could go out to see what was going on, the pink-faced young man screamed and fell back into the tent.

"Get in!"

A stocky soldier pushed him into the tent and ignored him.

"Ahhh

The pink-faced young man covered his cheeks and roared in the tent, and when he saw that no one paid attention to him, he sat on the edge of the marching bed boredly.

"Stupid," You Ren muttered

"You..."

The pink-faced young man looked up and saw the tattoo on You Debao's arm, and suddenly lost his temper.