"Chapter 1: Building a Small World

If you want to store true qi into the body, you must first build a small world in the body. The small world is composed of true qi, and it is the place where the true qi is summarized. Beginners should know that when there is no heaven and earth in the body, the true qi is very easy to escape in the body, and there is very little time to build heaven and earth, remember!

The method of absorbing true qi: get rid of distracting thoughts, and keep the spiritual platform empty. When there is nothing in the heart, release the spiritual power outside the body, feel the power of heaven and earth and guide it, (it is easier for beginners to guide the true qi into the body from the palm of the hand)

The method of constructing a small world in the body: guiding the true qi into the dantian"

Turning the second page of "Colorful True Qi", Qian Neng was almost stunned: What the hell is this? That is, the cultural level of the last private school, Qian Neng really can't understand what this large string of words wants him to do.

"Forget it, whatever he says is what it is" Qian Neng had no choice, and finally decided to do it step by step, "Get rid of distracting thoughts, and the mourning platform is empty." When there is nothing in your heart, release your spiritual power outside your body."

But even if this is the case, who will tell Qian Neng, what is the spiritual platform, and what is the spiritual power!

Well, since you don't know, don't look at it. Let's do the one thing of "getting rid of distracting thoughts and knowing that there is nothing in your heart"! There is no way to do money but to think of it this way.

He climbed onto the bed, curled up, hugged his knees, found a position he thought was most comfortable, and then tried to empty his mind as much as he could, trying not to think about anything. But it turns out that when a person wants to empty his brain, he is the least likely to do so!

At first, Qian Neng tried to keep a position still, but after a while, his patience was gradually worn out. There are more and more distracting thoughts in his mind: Qian Hui, the county magistrate, Uncle He, his adoptive father and adoptive mother, and the big cute daughter who sells vegetables on the street corner are living people one by one in Qian Neng's mind, as if he has begun to set up a shed and act out a big show! Qian Neng also wants to abandon these "miscellaneous thoughts", but he can't do it! This kind of thought is like a game of whack-a-mole played by future generations.

"I can't stand it!" Qian Neng jumped up from the bed suddenly, grabbed his hair fiercely, and then scolded angrily: "It's just a ghost technique, it's so difficult to cultivate!" Now Qian Neng has even begun to wonder if the white-robed fairy who said "he is a genius" is lying, or is he just looking for the wrong person?

"Forget it, come again!" Qian Neng still had a bit of perseverance after all, and after being confused for a while, he decided to continue. This time he changed his position: he sat on the edge of the bed, blindfolded his eyes, and then bent down and pressed his face to his lap - like a resentful woman who has been dumped by a man!

Half a moment later-

"I can't stand it!" Qian Neng jumped up from the side of the bed again, but this time, he directly pulled a strand of his hair off!"Why is it always so difficult!" Qian Neng thought in frustration.

"No, come again!"

"I can't take it anymore!" plus a strand of hair

After repeating it like this for more than a dozen times, Qian Neng didn't seem to make much progress, and each time he could only hold on for a moment and a half, and then gave up. Except for the strands of hair on the ground, faithfully record the number of times Qian Neng failed: one morning, sixteen times!-well, this also means that the upper part of Qian Neng's scalp has become clean and slippery

"Go down and have a meal, and then try again. Qian Neng looked at the hair all over the ground, and finally thought helplessly.

"Xiao Er, do you have anything to eat?" After going downstairs, Qian Neng sat at the table, and asked loudly by knocking on the corner of the table with chopsticks.

"Come on!" The shopkeeper dragged an exaggerated long voice and rushed to Qian Neng's side like a gust of wind, "Guest officer, this is the menu!"

"Well, let me see. Qian Neng pretended to be calm, and replied in a low and slightly hoarse voice.

However, when he looked at the menu, he was not calm at all, and the calmness he had just pretended to be was thrown out of the clouds. "Dry steamed chicken, duck pot, braised sea bass, braised prawns" This is simply a Jedi lethality for the money of being a beggar for two whole years!

"One for this, one for this, one for this, one for that, yes, yes, one for that, and" It's almost a series, and the money can quote countless dishes. He finally knew that there was something better in this world than "meat buns"!

"Guest, slow down, let me write it down!" Xiao Er's forehead was sweating, and he didn't have time to remember it! This kid not only paid a huge amount of money like ten taels of silver, but also ordered so many dishes for a meal to those who didn't need money, how rich is this! But looking at the clothes he was wearing, he looked like a beggar, and the fabric on his back and buttocks was all gone, which really made people puzzled about the situation. Even if you smell the smell on his body, it looks like he hasn't taken a shower for a long time! Of course, this kind of talk is in his heart, and he will never dare to say it. Before leaving, the shopkeeper didn't forget to ask: "This guest officer, how many people are there in you, do you need to adjust a bigger position for you?"

"No, I'm alone!"

"Whew, I know, huh?" the shopkeeper replied subconsciously, but suddenly realized that something was wrong. He eats this kind of dish alone that no one of the five people may be able to eat? Well, in the heart of the shopkeeper, Qian Neng has another well-known title on his head - rice bucket!

"Ou is right," Qian Neng suddenly thought of something, turned back to the shopkeeper and said, "Wait a minute, you can help me buy a set of clothes, and the money will be deducted from my ten taels of silver!"

"Okay, guest officer!" the shopkeeper turned his head to Qian Neng and smiled, and then agreed.

After that, the dish was served like flowing water. Looking at the table full of good dishes, Qian Neng couldn't help but move his index fingers, and when he raised his chopsticks, he didn't know which one to eat! These dishes were probably only available in dreams before. And now it is placed in front of Qian Neng, and it even makes people have a dreamlike sense of unreality! Qian Neng is so afraid, so afraid that as soon as the chopsticks go down, the dish will be popped like a balloon, making him return to that sad reality!

"Guest officer, is our dish not to your liking?" The shopkeeper couldn't help but ask cautiously when he saw that Qian could hold the chopsticks, but he didn't put the chopsticks down for a long time.

"Oh no, it's a good dish. Qian Neng shook his head at the shopkeeper, and then bravely got off the chopsticks. Fortunately, the reality was not as shattered as Qian Neng imagined, and as he ate the first bite of extremely delicious food, Qian Neng couldn't hold back anymore! Qian Neng didn't care about eating at all, and quickly wiped out half of the table of dishes like a whirlwind and clouds! The shopkeeper was stunned from the sidelines, and the sound and shadow of an insect appeared in his heart -- locusts. Yes, locusts. Who else in this world can destroy as fast as a swarm of locusts?

After eating half of the dishes, Qian Neng finally felt a little full. However, wasting money is not the usual style of breaking a penny in half. He shoved a chicken leg into his stomach again, and it was not until he could no longer eat it that he left his position in a huff. And when he left, he didn't forget to ask the last sentence: "Then I said, don't throw the dishes away, help me put them away, and I'll eat them at night!"

Well, now Qian Neng has become a "rice bucket for picking the door" in the heart of the shopkeeper

After eating and drinking, Qian Neng returned to the room, looked at the hair on the ground, and couldn't help but sigh long.

"Come again!"