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After the two chatted for a while, Lin Xu asked Guan Wentao to master the first potential of "Shaolin Xingqi Thirteen Potentials". Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Although he planned to copy the "Thirteen Potentials of Shaolin Xingqi" to Guan Wentao, the number of words in this exercise was quite a lot, and it was obviously not possible to complete it in a few minutes if he wanted to copy it. What's more, not only words, but also character graphics need to be drawn, and whether it is text or graphics, there can be no mistake in every place. In this way, it will take a lot of time.

Therefore, he didn't plan to copy it in a hurry at this time, but decided to copy it today and then give it to Guan Wentao tomorrow, anyway, Guan Wentao is not in a hurry. And let Guan Wentao practice the first potential and master it completely, then there is no need for a manuscript, and there is no need for practice.

After Guan Wentao completely mastered the first potential, the two returned to Lin Xu's house together. After arriving home, Lin Lang had already written the few Spring Festival couplets that Guan Wentao's family needed, and had dried the ink to help him roll them into a roll.

At this time, many people had come to the family, all of whom came to Lin Lang to write Spring Festival couplets. Or sit on the sofa, or sit on a stool, or help cut paper, pour ink, and take the written Spring Festival couplets aside to dry the ink.

Guan Wentao saw that there were many people in Lin Xu's family, and it was almost noon, and his Spring Festival couplets had been written, so he didn't bother any more, took the rolled Spring Festival couplets, and said goodbye to Lin Xu and Lin Lang and his wife, and Lin Xu sent him out of the hospital.

After returning home, Lin Xu didn't stay in the living room for long, went straight back to his small bedroom, and then closed the door.

He really doesn't like crowded places, especially in the living room, where there are many people, and the sound of gossiping makes his head buzz when he listens to it. And most of the people who came smoked cigarettes, which made the living room smoky, and he didn't like the smell of smoke either.

may be because his father Lin Lang never smoked, and Lin Xu was not used to the smell of smoke since he was a child. In fact, when he was in elementary school, he was fresh and curious, and he also secretly smoked cigarettes with a few classmates like adults. But after two or three times, he felt that smoking was really nothing interesting and interesting, and it was choking and bad in his mouth, and he never touched it since.

The sound insulation in the home is really not good, even if the door is closed, the sound of talking in the living room can still come in without much discount. The smell of smoky smoke can still creep in through the crack in the door. After Lin Xu thought about it, he packed up the things he needed, then went to the living room and moved a folding stool and went out on the roof of his bungalow.

When he got to the bungalow, he placed his things on the brick-pierced fence against the side of the yard, and then stretched out the small stool and sat down. The roof of the bungalow is surrounded on all sides by a brick fence, the width of two bricks side by side, which is thicker and as high as an adult's calf. On this side of the courtyard, there is also a one-meter-wide eaves outside the fence. So Lin Xu put the things on it, but he was not afraid that he would have to go down to the room to pick it up after accidentally falling down.

After sitting down, he opened the "Qigong" magazine, and then copied the "Shaolin Xingqi Thirteen Potentials" for Guan Wentao.

In winter, the outside is naturally not as warm as at home, and there is no shelter on the roof of this bungalow, which is colder. But fortunately, it was almost noon, and the sun was shining in the sky, and the warm sun was shining, but it was not so cold. And Lin Xu is also fully equipped, not only wearing gloves, but also wearing a cotton hat with a locomotive, and he doesn't feel cold when he puts his ears down.

Moreover, even if it is colder, for him, the environment here is much better for the time being than at home. At least, there is no constant distraction from the sounds of conversation and the smell of smoke.

As for going to the grandparents' house opposite the same courtyard, Lin Xu just thought about it for a while and gave up. Unlike his father, his grandfather smoked, and not only his grandfather, but even his grandmother smoked it from time to time. And this is close to the end of the year, but the grandparents' house is often visited. So relatively speaking, it's quieter here.

After flipping through the book and holding a ballpoint pen, Lin Xu took the brick fence on the roof of the bungalow as a table and began to copy "The Thirteen Potentials of Shaolin Xingqi" from scratch. In order to be afraid that the fence was not smooth enough, he also deliberately put a plywood underneath. What he used to copy was a new notebook he had found that he had not used. He thought that this notebook, the number of pages left after copying this exercise, could also let Guan Wentao record some of his experiences and thoughts on the exercises, and use them as his practice notes.

It wasn't the one he had found in his bag, and he hadn't kept that many new notebooks, this one he had taken from the drawer of his father's desk.

Lin Lang is the accountant in the village, and he naturally needs a lot of paper and pencil consumption. Therefore, notebooks, manuscript paper, and various pens are all bought with public funds in the village. Although Lin Lang is innocent and has his own principles for doing things, he is not the kind of brainless person who is too square and does not know how to be flexible. Things like notebooks, which have always been provided by Lin Xu and Lin Tong since they started to go to school. It's not a big deal to take advantage of this kind of small advantage, not to mention that his children usually don't need much.

That is, after Lin Tong grew up, girls were naturally beautiful, but they didn't like the immutable things prepared by the village committee, and often pestered their mother to buy what they liked. Lin Xu didn't care much about this, he had always used these.

Martial arts are not as good as others, especially internal skills, even if there is a mistake in the exercise record, or one more or less, the meaning is likely to be very different, and people will accidentally go crazy. Therefore, Lin Xu was very attentive and careful at this time, comparing word by word, and copying very carefully. And all of them are written in block letters one by one, without any of them, just because I am afraid that Guan Wentao will not understand or read it wrong because of the scribble he copied.

Only in this way, he copied more slowly. But he is not in a hurry, he just takes his time word by word, stroke by stroke, and it is regarded as practicing calligraphy. Fortunately, he also practiced his homework a lot, and even so, the speed was not particularly slow. By the time his sister Lin Tong called him for lunch below, he had almost finished copying the eleventh situation.

When eating, they all went back to their respective homes, and the people who came to Lin Lang to write Spring Festival couplets below all left. After eating, while no one had come at one o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Xu finished the rest of "The Thirteen Potentials of Shaolin Xingqi" on his father's desk in his small bedroom.

Every time he finished copying a trend, he carefully checked it according to the book. This time it was all done, and I checked it word by word three times, and found that there was no mistake or missing many words. The whole text was copied, not even a single part of it was altered, and the graphics were all drawn correctly, which made him very satisfied with his copying.

After checking that it was correct, he put away the notebook that copied "The Thirteen Potentials of Shaolin Xingqi", and Lin Xu continued his work last night and began to study and improve the internal skills he had created.

By the end of the evening, he had finally perfected his internal skills. It is said that it is basic and not complete, because he takes the three qi theory of hugging Puzi as the central theory, and he has figured out the public qi and coarseness in it, and has also sorted out some corresponding practice methods.

But the last vitality, Zhu didn't understand it for a while, and he didn't know how to cultivate this vitality. However, as the saying goes, "there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge", he thought that maybe after he had completely cultivated the public qi and gross qi, he would naturally have a way at that time.

There are some things that are really difficult to understand and incomprehensible before they reach that point. For example, there is a saying that I don't like to hear, called "the butt determines the thought", if you don't sit in the corresponding position, some things are really difficult to see clearly and think clearly.

Regarding Yuanqi, he thought that maybe he would have a way to reach that point in the future. Now that I have figured out the cultivation of the common qi and the gross qi, and some of them can be practiced, I am not in a hurry to understand the vitality now.

For this article, the exercises that have been sorted out and perfected according to his own understanding, Lin Xu also tentatively named it, called "The Secret of Holding Pu".