"Turn, spin, spin, let the ping pong ball in your hand spin - cheer up, you can't practice, you are not allowed to go home for dinner!" an old man's scolding sounded in his ears.

I tried hard to cheer up, and I vaguely remember that it was the teacher of the Children's Palace who taught us to play table tennis when I was a child, a retired player of the provincial team surnamed Tong.

"Spin, as long as the ball spins, the opponent will fly as soon as he gets on the board - little rock, what the fuck are you thinking? Let the ball in your hand spin, spin inside, spin outside, spin sideways, spin up and down...... No matter what method you use, just let the ball spin and make it impossible for the opponent to catch it! Hurry up, hurry up, don't be lazy, no one will be allowed to go home for dinner......

In my impression, Coach Tong is a firm executor of "talents under the stick", we practice in front of the stage, he carries a two-foot long bamboo pole and stares at the back, who is a little lazy, he will pull a rod.

It was under that kind of pressure that I learned to rotate the serve, from the waist to the shoulder, and then from the shoulder to the elbow, from the elbow to the wrist, from the wrist to the palm, fingers, and racket, to quickly rub the table tennis ball out, no matter what kind of way the opponent catches the ball, the table tennis ball will fly on the board.

"Turn up, get rid of it!" I suddenly found a way out.

With difficulty, I straightened my wrists and ankles, and then pointed around my waist and abdomen, and laboriously moved my body clockwise.

This action, which is usually extremely simple, is extremely laborious at the moment.

I bit the tip of my tongue hard to force myself to stay awake enough.

When I finished the first lap, I was reminded of a group of children who went ice skating on the frozen Crouching Tiger Mountain Reservoir when I was a child. Ordinary gameplay was no longer enough to satisfy our enthusiasm, and then we would have one person lying on the ice on all fours, and the other four would hold his hands and feet, let him fly around the ice four or five times, and then throw him out. The person who was thrown was like a spinning top, able to spin more than 20 times in a row and slide for more than 20 meters before stopping. This kind of play brings us more happiness.

"It's not that hard to spin around, it's like ...... Skating, spin up, spin up, get high, race against death...... "I don't know what I want to say, my brain and body are numb, and there is only one thought left, and that is - spin up."

Eventually, I turned into a spinning top, spinning on the glass plate, forgetting time and space, and turning round and round.

I don't know how many laps I turned, but I heard a "snap", which seemed to be the sound of the string of my life breaking, and then I lost consciousness completely.

Unconscious and invisible, my remaining consciousness felt the continuous shaking of the earth, accompanied by two loud "boom, boom". I wanted to know what was going on, but I was so numb that I couldn't move.

"Perhaps, I'm dead. "I thought so.

"It's good to be dead, it's a hundred, you don't have to carry any burdens, you can sleep well, and you don't have to wake up for as long as you sleep. Sleep, just sleep......" I told myself.

After a long sleep, I woke up relaxed, and before I opened my eyes, I stretched out comfortably.

There was no sound all around, unlike any time I had ever woken up in the morning.

Before I opened my eyes, I laughed at myself loudly: "Summer Stone, if you die, you will die, is it so terrible? This sleep is so good, if you sleep so well every day in the future, it will be worth dying, right?"

I know very well that of course I am not dead, and if I do, how can I still stretch and talk?

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a small stone niche. The size of the stone niche was only one meter high, one meter long, and half a meter deep, and it only allowed me to curl up and sleep, and even if I woke up, I could not stand up.

This stone niche was carved out of the cliff, and when you look up and down, there are all steep cliffs. Looking ahead, there is a vast sea of clouds, and there is nothing to be seen.

I thought there was a void in front of me, but when I reached forward, I was blocked by an invisible hard wall.

"I'm locked up here. I whispered helplessly.

Turning his head to look at the stone walls on both sides, he saw countless short slashes densely arranged, from top to bottom, everywhere, at least hundreds of rows, hundreds of thousands. The slash is not written with a pen, but is slightly white, and it should have been scratched by someone with a fingernail.

I know that when there is no clock to keep a timer, the trapped person will always use a slash to record the number of days he has been trapped, and he will draw a line one day and one night until he is freed. Of course, in addition to getting out of trouble, there is another way to "sleepy death".

"Crab navel. It was the first word that came to my mind when I settled my mind, and I trusted my own judgment.

When my life was on the verge of death, I was lucky not to die, and with the help of the power of rotation, I escaped from the cone-shaped space and arrived at the "crab navel" that Elder Wen said, a place that theoretically exists, but no one can find it.

I cheered up and meditated cross-legged.

Time is precious, I don't have the leisure to feel sorry for myself, I must seize this time of solitude and self-imprisonment to sort out all the things in my life.

The first thing that came to my mind was that as soon as Elder Wen died, the clue to track down the incident at the Iron Gong Temple was broken again, which was the biggest mistake. I went in and out of Whip Finger Alley several times, just to join forces with the Red Sleeves and use the "Hysteria Technique" to control Elder Wen and induce him to tell the truth about the night at the Iron Gong Ancestral Hall. People are not as good as heaven, not only did the action fail, but it led to Elder Wen being killed and I being trapped again.

Then, what I thought of was the movement of the Yanwang Mansion. As soon as Yan Tuya dies, Yan Gexing will definitely monopolize the power and become the future successor of Yan Wangfu. With his personality, he may record Yan Tuya's death in other people's accounts, hold high the banner of revenge for Yan Shisanshao, and be stationed in Jinan, taking the opportunity to seize the divine water mirror.

In the midst of this change, I can still trust Lian Chengbi as much as she still believes in me. She and the King of Qin will not succumb to any force, and will eventually fight to the death with the Yan Wangfu in the future.

Then, if she wants to fight against the Yan Wangfu, the first thing she has to deal with is the remaining seven of the eight god generals. It seems that the Yanwang Mansion has a great chance of winning, and no one in the Central Plains can slightly frustrate its edge.

If I can get out of trouble, I must join forces with Lianchengbi and become unbreakable allies, trust each other, and forge friendships forever - yes, there will be no further development of friendship between us. At any time, I only have Tang Wan in my heart. Bai Fenfang is right, whether Tang Wan is dead or alive, she has already monopolized my heart.

Bai Fenfang has explored my heart with the help of the "Art of Painting Dreams", and she even understands my subconscious, so she is the one who really understands me.

Bai Fenfang, the "God of Painting", and Bai Xiaosheng, the "God of Calligraphy", are the two masters under the command of Yan Gexing, one of them knows everything, and the other paints everything, and they are far-sighted from beginning to end, predicting the trend of the situation in the rivers and lakes in advance, and setting up a clear signpost for every step of Yan Wangfu's actions.

I hope that Lian Chengbi can recognize this and lay down a means of killing these two people as soon as possible.

In addition, in the chaos, the "Lord of the Sharks" has become a huge variable.

I tried my best to think about the materials I had read, and gathered all the clips related to the "Lord of the Sharks".

In the past few years, there has been a series of movies called Pirates of the Caribbean that have taken the world by storm, with a whimsical and captivating plot. I have carefully studied the plot material of the film, and a large part of it is based on the description of the "Lord of the Shark Man" in ancient Chinese books. Of course, the movie is just a movie, and in order to attract the audience, I had to make a lot of mysterious and mysterious settings, including mermaids, pirates, sea monsters, sea eyes, sea gates, sea yin and yang passages, and other anecdotes related to the sea all "stewed in one pot", and finally made a four-like out.

According to my thinking, the "Lord of the Sharks" is called the overlord of the sea, but it has great flaws, because it can only swim in the deep sea, not on land. Once you are lured into leaving the sea where you live, you will become someone else's anvil.

When some people with ulterior motives deliberately target the "lord of the sharks", this sea hegemon is in danger.

Here I must mention the illusory general who sails alone on a boat. His goal was the "Lord of the Sharks", but for some reason, he died under the quenching dagger.

"I killed me, you killed you" - these are the two mysteries he left me.

At the same time, then, I was thinking, "Why did anyone fight the idea of the 'Lord of the Mermen'? Aren't the rivers and lakes where thaumaturgists live, attack, crisscross, and gallop on land? Will there be a naval battle in the future? Just like the First Sino-Japanese Naval War at the beginning of the last century?"

The First Sino-Japanese Naval War was a national disgrace, and its cases were repeatedly used in patriotic education in the past. At that time, the biggest problem was that the navies of the two sides controlled the time and place.

Reviewing the analysis data of the First Sino-Japanese Naval Battle, it can be seen that the Japanese warships took advantage of the high speed of the tide to attack, and chose a dead angle that the turrets of the Chinese warships could not hit. At the same time, the tide brought countless kelp and engulfed the underwater steering wheels of the Chinese warships, resulting in the fact that for a long time, the Chinese warships were passively beaten and sunk continuously.

When analyzing this case, naval experts will only attribute the fiasco to the captain's command error, the sailors' rusty handling, and the artillerymen's laziness in training, and all they point out are superficial problems.

Many patriotic thaumaturgists analyzed the battle from another angle, pointing out that the Japanese may have controlled the "king of mermen" and seized the opportunity of the war with the help of "inhuman" forces.

Looking at the history of World War II, we can know that whether it was the Battle of Pearl Harbor or the large and small wars that took place on Midway, Iwo Jima, the Malay Islands, and the Mekong River in Vietnam, as long as it was a water war, the Japanese invaders could always win more with less and come back to life.

Therefore, thaumaturgists are 100% convinced that there is some kind of mysterious tacit understanding between the Japanese and the "Lord of the Mermen". Perhaps, this is also the main reason why the US Pacific Fleet patrolled the sea for a long time after World War II, and they did not want to repeat the mistakes of World War II, so as to control the "master of the sharks", so as to firmly hold the control of the world's sea, land and air.

After thinking about this, it suddenly dawned on me - "The 'Lord of the Sharks' is the focus of contention, and the 'Divine Water Mirror' is the other focus, and both focuses are related to 'water'. It's no wonder that the Fuso ninja group gathered in this city on a large scale, and it turned out that they all came with the determination to win. Then, then, as long as the layout around the enemy's target is placed, it will always take the initiative. ”

"Crab navel" is always just a pretext, referring to all the space that can be used for people to take a profound and long-term examination without interference. The long test of the Go master is the most mentally draining, so the original Japanese game master had a "hematemesis game", and he vomited blood on the spot and even died of illness due to excessive exhaustion.

Only in the independent space of the "crab navel" can the spirit of the thinker be free and not waste a single thing.

If you don't die in a great calamity, you will have a blessing in the future.

I have to thank Elder Wen for the trap he set, he wanted to control that mysterious power, but he killed him, and later caused me to accidentally enter the "crab navel" for the long test.

"Elder Wen is dead, and the other people in black should still be alive. They pursued the Divine Mirror back then, and if this goal was not achieved, they would still be unsinister. In the next step, as long as I have the clues of the Divine Appearance Water Mirror, they will automatically send it to the door. "I took a deep breath, as if I saw the nightcrawler at dawn, and hope was rekindled in my heart.

"We will annihilate all the men in black, avenge the eldest brother, and bring the Iron Shrine incident to a successful end. I muttered to myself faintly.

After going through so many things, I should indeed be able to "landslide forward without changing color", no matter at any time, I can quietly advance and retreat, and do what a big man should do.

Before Elder Wen died, he once shouted that "only the bigwigs can play the game of rivers and lakes". He must have called himself one of the "big guys", and in the blink of an eye, he completely disappeared from this world with his dream of being a big guy.

Hits sometimes come their own, and hits are always forced.

Elder Wen is a typical example of "not knowing the height of the sky", which is enough to make future generations take warning.

After the long exam, I fell asleep in a meditative position, and the spiritual platform was clear and clear, without any distractions. In this way, one hour of physical recovery can be worth eight or even twelve hours on a normal day.

As soon as I woke up, I immediately began to think about the "sacrifice of virgins and boys." The core of this matter is the "Nightmare Infant Technique", Bing'er and Elder Wen are all dead, and the beggar gang should die down and never try this again. So, what about Gongzi Qin, who has already been controlled by the "Technique of Nightmare Infants"? What is his end? King Qin has paid such a big price and even abandoned his own son, where is this strange move pointing?

Perhaps, I should have a good talk with King Qin. Whatever he wants to do, it must be done without harming the interests of the people of the city. Otherwise, it's my summer stone enemy.

When I took the third long exam, I was thinking about the thin gold talismans of Song Huizong under the church of Hongjialou. At the end of the talisman, tangled into one point, thinking about it carefully, what is the difference from the cone-shaped space set up by Elder Wen? Placing such a thaumaturgical formation in the ancient military path must also have some kind of strong appeal. If you can get to the "crab navel" here, it is possible to do it there, right?

Before I knew it, my mind was focused on the Red Sleeves again.

There seems to be some special connection between her and the ancient frescoes that absorb the skin of people. I couldn't see through her, and even though she claimed to have revealed her heart to me, there was still a faint fog between us.

"In any case, you must not have the intention of harming others, and you must not have the heart of guarding against others. After thinking about it, I still have to guard against her. This is the final verdict.

After repeating this process more than a dozen times, all the knots in my heart have been tied, and there is no more darkness and confusion.