The grenade is a wooden handle, the kind that has been active in anti-Japanese war educational films for a long time.

I was terrified in my heart, this game is not something that my flesh and blood can resist. Fortunately, I have been very agile lately, sliding sideways, taking three long steps, and rushing into a small alley. Before I could come back to my senses, I heard a huge explosion, like a big firecracker set off during the Chinese New Year, so loud that even the air shook. The Golden Silkworm Gu shot out of my chest, sniffed in the air, and then flapped its wings and flew in the direction of the west.

I could feel the anger in its heart.

I was also angry after I shudde—I was walking on the road, and the grenades were used in this misfortune, not only vicious, but really vicious. How much hatred does it have to be to use this thing in a tourist resort like Phoenix? I cautiously stuck my head out, and noticed that there were a few people outside, and some were coming from the noise. There are always some people who are not afraid of death and love to be lively, the grenade should be less loaded and less powerful, these people just put a big firecracker, and they surrounded to see the strangeness, and some people called the police.

I went over and found that the place where I had just fallen was blackened.

A middle-aged man in camouflage squatted on the ground and studied for a long time, saying that this grenade had been put on for at least half a century, and looking at the effect of the explosion, maybe it was still an inferior product left over from the time when Xiangxi suppressed bandits. Some people laughed and said nonsense, after decades, it can still be used? Think it's an old cellar?

I had doubts in my heart, and I was worried about the Golden Silkworm Gu who was chasing the enemy, so I turned around and left, passing by the police car coming over with wah-wow-wah.

After crossing a street corner, the Golden Silkworm Gu flew to my shoulder, shook his head, and didn't find it.

The murderer was very cunning, he left with one blow, without a little mud and water, and the killing was decisive.

I have always said that we are not afraid of ghosts, demons, or evil people, but we are afraid of enemies lurking in the shadows. The human heart is the most terrible, and I am not beaten by iron, where can I resist this sneaky calculation - the mortal body of the mortal, a copper bullet can reimburse me! To tell the truth, if it weren't for the Golden Silkworm Gu, I would have been pierced open by those three powerful flying knives, and I would have bled too much and died.

Who is it?

I immediately thought of the Earth-Turning Gang. A friend's friend is not necessarily a friend, and the enemy's enemy is not necessarily a friend, yesterday, I was almost killed by the zombies refined by the earth's home, although the golden silkworm Gu awakened, and I got another volume of "Ghost Dao True Solution", but at the same time, most of the twelve zombies that the Wang family worked hard to refine were destroyed by me...... There are actually a lot of filths in this. The earth is turned upside down, and it is not a good stubble at first glance, and it is natural to come to me for revenge - especially the murder weapon:

The skill of flying knives has always been the way of the rivers and lakes, and if you can throw it like this, you must be a master among the masters; And the grenade, I am also very inclined to the analysis of the pseudo-military fan just now, as the Wang family who has been here for a long time, it is also possible to keep one or two grenades from a long time ago.

Maybe they made it themselves.

Tomb robbery must be blasted with explosives.

I immediately called the miscellaneous trail, but it didn't connect, and the call I dialed was not in the service area. I'll it, what's going on? I couldn't get through after three calls, so I gave up, gritted my teeth, and dialed the Wang family number left for me by the miscellaneous hairy trail. After a while, it was the precocious child who picked it up, and he heard me say that he was looking for his father, and told me that his father and his uncle were all in the cellar reciting scriptures, and they were busy, do you want to find his grandfather?

He said it calmly, and I wondered, could it be someone else?

That's weird.

I had no choice but to go home first, so I called a car and rushed to the bus station. The girl named Miao Miao on the road called me and said that there was a gas explosion in a place in the city, and asked me if I was around there? I'm going to it, and it's going to be a gas explosion. I was speechless, just saying that I didn't know what to do and was going home.

I hung up the phone, in awe of the error rate and the harmonious speed of information dissemination.

At the shop near the station, I bought some batik clothes and clothing as a gift.

After buying the ticket and getting in the car, I turned back to Jinping the same way. Along the way, I was working on "The True Solution of the Ghost Road". The words depicted in this, some of the previous primary stages, such as devouring the moon's brilliance and the like, seem to be quite appropriate, until the middle stage, are more reasonable, but the last hundred words, saying that according to this method of long-term cultivation, you can live and die flesh and blood, recast the flesh body, achieve the body of ghosts and immortals, transcend the Three Realms, and live happily - this is a bit pure nonsense.

At least I don't believe it, I believe that there is something strange in this world, because I have seen it with my own eyes, and I can't fake it. But if there are gods and immortals in this heaven and earth, I will be the first to jump out and say: How is it possible? Looking at it, I feel that it doesn't seem to be appropriate, and the nonsense stuff, will it be real in front?

However, hitting children on a rainy day, being idle is also idle, since the thing that turns the earth upside down is very effective, then it is reasonable to follow the flowers to cultivate.

I thought about it, I need to do three things at this stage: first, let Duoduo stay awake temporarily, or let her have control of the spirit; secondly, teach this little guy the content above the "True Explanation of the Ghost Dao", and practice diligently to integrate the memories of the earth soul; In the end, I have to find a way to restore Duo Duo's body, so that she can live in the sun - although I am very nostalgic for the days when Duo Duo lived on the chest and accompanied me every day, accompanied by such a cute ghost, not lonely, but also happy, but I can't be so selfish, every time I see this little ghost's eyes showing yearning for scenes on TV and occasional loneliness, I secretly make up my mind.

There are things that you have to do, and that's the responsibility, the responsibility of the heart.

She's not my personal pet, she's a self-aware person, a soul of her own.

If you don't do it, you will feel uneasy.

On the way, I even dialed the phone several times to the miscellaneous hairy trail, but I couldn't get through, which undoubtedly cast a shadow on my heart: what is he doing? What's wrong? Why don't you answer the phone? - To know the way, Duoduo unlocked the seal and regained the hope of control, but I pinned my trust on this kid, if he lay down here and didn't give his strength, then I would be blind.

I am now very cautious about my indiscriminate experiments, and I hardly dare to act rashly when it comes to Duoduo, for fear of further damage.

When I got to Huaihua to change trains, Duoduo woke up once and told me that the bad guy was tired, and she talked to me. I was very happy, and then told her that I had found a text, read it to her, and let her ponder it. She agreed, so I hurriedly read it, but I didn't expect that after reading several paragraphs, she said that she didn't understand it, and she didn't know what it meant. Then I remembered that the little guy hadn't read a book for a few days, so naturally he didn't pay attention to these sentences that I had difficulty reading and understanding.

I comforted her that it didn't matter if she didn't understand, I taught her, and after I finished speaking, I broke and crumpled with her little by little.

I sat in the back row of the bus, muttering this, others saw me, only thought it was a nervous disorder, fidgeted for a long time, and finally changed positions and ran forward.

Duoduo didn't wake up for long, and after an hour or so, she fell into a deep sleep again.

I held the locust wood sign on my chest, looked at the scenery that swept behind me, and sighed. The talking Duoduo is really cute, her delicate voice (although only I can hear it) still echoes in my ears, talking to her, I have always had a feeling of being revered, a love has always lingered in my heart, as if I am really teaching a good daughter.

After Xiangxi, the mountains are undulating all the way, and the winding mountain road turns nine times and eighteen turns, and I can't help but think of the broken book passed on to me by my grandmother, "The Twelve Methods of Suppressing the Mountains", which has a domineering name. Ever since I came into contact with it, I haven't read it thoroughly, and I don't understand the meaning of the subtlety.

Why? The text of the whole book is annotated, there are more than 20 thousand words, sprinkled, the content is uneven, limited by the times, some things I know at a glance are fake, some are mysterious, and there is no chance of practice at all. This is a notebook-style book, sometimes written casually, and the jump is too big, so I can't understand it. However, there is a treasure-like occult knowledge hidden inside, which makes people completely enlightened, as if they can break through the veil of fog and see the new world.

After going through so much, I urgently need to find a way to make myself strong inside.

I think of the section on "solids" in the Twelve Dharmas. Similar to the Taoist self-cultivation techniques of the Central Plains, there are also methods for strengthening the body in the Twelve Methods, which is the so-called Qigong.

In the 80s of the last century, Qigong was popular in China for a while, and then it was short-lived, and was debunked by countless righteous people, and then it was named "pseudoscience" and fell heavily. Nowadays, the martial arts, qigong and the like I see on TV and the Internet are all showmanship, and it is more appropriate to call it "dance skills", which is really not as powerful as American sanda.

Is there really a person in this world who comes and goes?

I was puzzled, but then I saw a lot of ghosts and monsters, and I actually believed it, so I picked up the method several times and looked for qi, but countless efforts were fruitless.

What is Qi Sense? It is a stream of heat swimming in the body, relaxing the meridians and activating the meridians, expanding the strength, and when needed, it can burst out instantly.

For example, Bruce Lee's inch fist.

Whether this is a skill, an experience, or an art of fighting, it is unknown. But I know that there should be. Because, just yesterday during the day, I had already sensed what the Taoists call "Qi", which is an endless flow of energy that exists in the universe, which is the embodiment of consciousness, the power of thought, or a state of magnetic field. It does, so I know it's there. And it's there, and I'm able to sort out the rules.

I closed my eyes, in the old minibus, in the mountain road, slowly felt the flow of this "Qi", in the five internal organs, in the upper, middle and lower dantian, on the top of my head, between people and the world.

Finally, I felt it.

Unable to speak.

When the thought arrived, it was like an extra fountain in the body, and something flowing appeared from the body's consciousness and then penetrated through the whole body. I feel that my spirit is much better, and even the wound left by Bo Ming yesterday is gradually starting to itch, which is a sign of coagulation. The Golden Silkworm Gu echoed in my body, singing and communicating with the field, constantly vibrating, and enhancing the strength in it.

(Interested comrades can try the simplest method: light a green lantern, then look at the nose and nose, sit quietly for half an hour, carefully feel the flow of heat energy in the body, the frequency of air exchange with oneself and the tranquility of thoughts, persist for three days, and see if there is a heat surge three inches below the umbilicus)

On February 13, 2008, the day before Valentine's Day, I felt a sense of qi in my body.

After returning to Jinping, I immediately received a call from Huang Fei, telling me to go to her house. I said yes and went to the only flower shop in the prefecture and ordered a bouquet of 12 roses. I think the next day was a beautiful day, and it seemed like I should be romantic and proactive.