The pages of the book were turning faster and faster, as if a small hand had been electrocuted and shaking wildly, and the pages of paper flew by, forming an afterimage.

The light of the book is getting stronger and stronger, and Xiang Bin believes that even if he is blind, he should be able to feel this light at this time. However, Xiang Haidong and Huzi still looked unaware.

A thought popped up inexplicably in Xiang Bin's heart, could it be that only he could see this book?

I was brought to this world by this strange ancient book, and then I disappeared, but I didn't expect it to suddenly appear today, and it has been lurking in my mind...... Xiang Bin couldn't help but feel a little frightened, imagining what it would be like to have a book soaked in his brain. But then he shook his head, this book should exist in some special state, and it can't be soaked in his brain...... In that case, can people still live?

At this time, the turning of the pages of the book had reached the limit, and only a ball of light could be seen shaking, and a faint layer of light emanated from the book and shone on Xiang Haidong. As Xiang Haidong's set of punches was about to end, a golden light suddenly shot out from the book, turning into a tall golden virtual figure, standing in front of Xiang Bin, posing in a fist-wrapping starting pose, and then practicing one by one.

This virtual image is like Xiang Haidong's appearance, but his expression is very old-fashioned and lifeless. One move and one style, all of them are fist-wrapping movements, Xiang Bin looked at the "two" Xiang Haidong in front of him with a complicated expression, and he was speechless for a while, not knowing what to say.

"Hammerhead, are you tired? Or just rest for a while and practice again tomorrow. Xiang Haidong saw that Xiang Bin had been looking at the sky in a daze, and thought he was tired, so he spoke.

Xiang Bin was stunned for a moment, his gaze shifted from the virtual shadow in mid-air to Xiang Haidong, his eyes looked up and down from time to time, and said with some hesitation: "Second uncle...... Do you have ...... See what?"

Xiang Haidong looked up at the sky suspiciously, shook his head and said, "No, what did you see?"

Xiang Bin finally determined that only he could see this damn book, although he was a little puzzled, he was also inexplicably relieved in his heart, shook his head and said: "No? That's my hallucination, I saw two fairies flying." ”

Xiang Haidong sighed, stepped forward and touched Xiang Bin's forehead with concern, and after making sure that there was no fever, he breathed a sigh of relief, frowned and said: "Maybe I've run too much and overdrawn my physical strength, let's go eat first, then take a good rest, and practice again tomorrow." ”

Xiang Bin was eager to find a place to study the book carefully, so he agreed, turned around and walked towards the courtyard.

After the phantom finished a set of fist grappling, it turned into golden light and returned to the book. But the golden book has always floated above Xiang Bin's head, even when eating, it is floating in front of him, Xiang Bin has such a bright book on his head, a dazzling and brilliant mess, it is impossible to say that he is not empty-hearted, but everyone he passed by was unaware, and finally made him completely relieved.

After eating, Xiang Bin ran back to his house alone and closed the door.

Frowning and looking at the golden book above his head, Xiang Bin wanted to read it, but he really couldn't reach it. Who knew that as soon as his heart moved, the golden book slowly floated down and fell into his hands.

There is a little bit of warmth at the touch, but it is not the texture of real paper, Xiang Bin held the book, took a look at it, there were two ancient big characters on the cover, I don't know what font it is, but I can still vaguely see the glyph, it seems to be the two words "Zhuangzi".

As soon as I had the idea of turning the book in my heart, the pages of the book were opened by myself, and lines of clumsy words appeared in front of me, and an ethereal voice that I didn't know where it was, I didn't know whether it was a man or a woman, rang in my ears.

"There is a fish in the North Underworld, and its name is Kun. The Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it is. Turned into a bird, its name is Peng. Peng's back, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is, and it flies angrily, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky. It is a bird, and the sea will migrate to the south. Those who are in the south of the underworld, Tianchi is also ......"

Although he didn't know much about the words, he could hear the sound clearly, it was the beginning of Zhuangzi's getaway, Xiang Bin listened to it for a while, and finally determined that the content of this book was indeed Zhuangzi.

But he was even more puzzled in his heart, what was the matter with the virtual image of the second uncle and the fist that would appear?

As soon as he thought of this, as if he had been summoned, a light burst out from the golden book, and the golden virtual image appeared again. It's just that this time the virtual image has changed, a flicker, turned into a static pattern, it is actually every move of the fist, next to the move, there is a line of golden characters, explaining in detail how to practice this move, what is the point, where is the mystery.

Before all the patterns, there is a picture that is very special, the virtual image on it is not Xiang Haidong's appearance, but a vague and unclear face, hanging in the air, a little mysterious.

Next to this picture, there is a large line of letters.

"Fist Grappling" (full book)

"There is no rank of basic martial arts. It has been extended to ten percent, and the derivative technique is 'flying bird' pile work, which is the best know-how for quenching. ”

I couldn't see the virtual image of my face clearly, and I made a strange movement, my hands were open, as if I was hugging the sky, my head was looking up, one foot was lifted, and the other foot was slightly squatting, and the posture was a little strange. It's like a big bird spreading its wings and about to fly.

Below this image, there is another line of small print, which writes how to practice this flying bird pose, what are the key points to pay attention to, and a few mantras.

Hiss......!

Xiang Bin gasped, he was not a fool, how could he not understand the meaning of these words? "Ten percent has been derived, and the flying bird style ......" This obviously means that this "Zhuangzi" has deduced the ordinary and unremarkable fist entanglement, and derived a special move that does not exist, the flying bird style!

Xiang Bin was a little skeptical, just by posing in such a pose, can he temper his body?

Although he had doubts, Xiang Bin still decided to give it a try, and he looked carefully at the small words under the bird's description......

After a while, Xiang Bin's face showed a hint of abruptness, it turned out that the focus of practicing this flying bird style was to be selfless. In this bird-like posture, forget about oneself, immerse oneself in meditation, and then experience every muscle in the body with one's heart, feel one's body, and turn the consciousness of the greater self into an infinite self, which pervades the whole body, prompting the spontaneous instinctive growth of the muscles and stimulating their potential.

Xiang Bin made a bird-like movement according to the pattern, and then silently recited the mantra in his heart, meditating and contemplating, looking for the feeling of selfless meditation. But after standing for a while, the leg that Xiang Bin raised, as well as the two arms, began to tremble slightly, and a feeling of soreness and tiredness gushed out, not to mention forgetting himself, it would be good to be able to be impetuous.

In fact, this is also very normal, not to mention the bird-style one-legged standing posture, even if it is meditation and meditation, without two or three months of effort, who said that if you enter meditation, you will be able to enter meditation immediately?

But just when Xiang Bin was about to lose his hold, a cloud of clear air suddenly gushed out from the suspended Zhuangzi, permeating Xiang Bin's whole body.

At this moment, Xiang Bin suddenly felt that the world had become a lot quieter, and he didn't know where he was in a daze, his whole body was warm and empty, and finally gradually reached the situation of "I don't know me, I'm still me, but I forgot me......

It's strange to say, when I didn't forget myself before, I felt that my whole body was sore and tired, and I couldn't hold on, but at this time, instead of feeling tired, there was an inexplicable force gushing out of nowhere, gradually spreading to all parts of the body, only feeling lazy, warm and very comfortable.

Xiang Bin's consciousness suddenly seemed to be split, from one to ten, then to hundreds, to tens of thousands, and he didn't know how many of them there were, they were very familiar with each other, and they seemed to be very strange. It's a peculiar feeling, like looking in a mirror, but there's a mirror in front of it, so there's an infinite self in the mirror, extending into an unknown infinity.

Unconsciously, two hours passed, Xiang Bin opened his eyes and let out a long breath of relief.

He looked up at the floating patterns, his eyes shining.

This flying bird pose is really magical, just two hours of practice, he felt that his whole body was full of strength, not to mention that all the physical strength consumed during the morning run was back, not to mention, the original sore muscles were completely restored at this time, and they were full of strength.

And there was a very clear and thorough feeling in his heart, as if he could dominate every muscle in his body like an arm and fingers, and wherever his mind went, that muscle could tremble gently......

So magical!

Xiang Bin's gaze turned to the pattern of the fist wrapping moves, combined with Xiang Haidong's explanation in the morning, with the text explanation under each pattern, he practiced seriously one by one.

In the process of practicing, the clear air is still haunting Xiang Bin, it is also magical, Xiang Bin only feels that his heart is extremely clear, after practicing every move, he can have a different experience, as if someone engraved the move in his mind, and the places that were originally unremembered and unclear gradually became clearer and clearer......

Unconsciously, a day passed, and he didn't even go when the servant came to call Xiang Bin for dinner, until in the evening, he finally practiced this set of fists completely. It's not like a tiger swallowing dates, but the feeling and meaning of each move are all thoroughly experienced, and every move and style are very in place.

It seems that he has been immersed in this set of boxing techniques for many years.