Zhou Shen walked slowly along the main road in the direction of the town.

It was only three o'clock in the afternoon, the weather was clear, the breeze was blowing, and the faint scent of flowers floated in the air.

There are also some white butterflies and honey picking flowers, which are busy among the flowers and vegetation next to the road.

Zhou Shen paused and observed for a moment.

He slowly squatted down again, picked up a bush of unknown wildflowers, approached it and put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, the smell was very light.

Inexplicably, he felt particularly in a good mood.

It's good to be alive!

At this moment, a brand-new Toyota Camry stopped beside him, and the window was lowered to reveal a smiling face, "Zhou Shen? ”

Zhou Shen slowly got up and looked, and found that there was a young man sitting in the car, wearing a black boy half-sleeved shirt, slightly curly hair, a round face, and a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

"You ......"

The young man took off the sunglasses on his face, revealing a pair of eyes that were not much bigger than a mouse, and his face was full of happy smiles, "What, Boss Zhou is rich, and he can't recognize anyone?" ”

Zhou Shen looked at it, it turned out to be an old classmate Wei Biao, and the two of them were classmates in elementary school and junior high school.

After high school, he continued to study in college, Wei Biao entered the society, and now he and his wife open a Malatang restaurant in Linhuai Town.

Although he didn't make a fortune, his small life was also prosperous.

But he changed his car, his hairstyle, and he was wearing big sunglasses, so he didn't recognize him.

Zhou Shen laughed and said, "It's you." How did you end up here? ”

Wei Biao said: "My aunt's daughter is ten years old and came to eat. What's the situation with you, you don't call me when you come back? ”

Zhou Shen was just about to speak, but Wei Biao followed: "Get in the car and say." ”

Zhou Shen hesitated for a moment, then stepped aside, pulled the door and got into the car, and admonished, "Drive slowly, don't bump." ”

Wei Biao, who was just about to start, was puzzled: "What's wrong?" ”

Zhou Shen smiled and said, "My body is not very comfortable. ”

"Where, it's serious?"

"Well, it's a little serious."

Wei Biao hasn't known Zhou Shen for a day or two, and knows his character, since it is said to be a little serious, it means that it is very serious, "Can you be optimistic?" ”

Zhou Shen smiled: "I don't know, but I can't die for the time being." ”

He actually didn't want to tell Wei Biao about his illness, but he couldn't help it.

He has a good relationship with Wei Biao, and when he comes back for the New Year's holidays, he will get together, eat and drink, if he doesn't say it, he will have to find him to drink and eat every other day, and if he doesn't go, he will offend this friend.

And in addition to Wei Biao, there is also a friend, if he knew that he was back, he would definitely not let him go.

Now that he is sick, they naturally dare not let him drink anymore.

Wei Biao wanted to ask something, but finally said, "Where are you going?" I'll give you a ride. ”

Zhou Shen smiled: "I'm just taking a walk." ”

"Let's go, come and sit in my shop."

Saying that, Wei Biao started the car and took Zhou Shen to the street.

……

After sitting in Wei Biao's Malatang restaurant for twenty minutes, a wave of guests came to eat, so Zhou Shen got up and said goodbye.

"Don't spread the word about my body, if it reaches my grandmother's ears, it won't do anything except worry her old man."

Wei Biao naturally nodded again and again, "Well, I know this, I won't spread it around." ”

Saying that, Wei Biao grabbed Zhou Shen's hand and stuffed a wad of money into his palm, "A little heart!" I don't know what you can eat, you watch and buy it yourself. Don't refuse, or I'll be angry. ”

Zhou Shen said with a smile: "You finished talking to me, what should I say?" ”

Wei Biao laughed and said, "Then don't say it!" We'll have a long time together, right? ”

Zhou Shen thought about it, anyway, Wei Biao's son will be 10 years old at the end of the year, and he will return it to him when the time comes.

"Okay, then I'll take it! You go get busy, I'll walk by myself. ”

"Hmmm! I won't keep you, you go slowly. ”

After speaking, Wei Biao turned around and entered the store.

Zhou Shen turned around and looked at the thick wad of money in his hand, and estimated that there were 1,000 yuan.

They have relatively small contacts here, not to mention friends, even if relatives are sick to visit, it is usually three or five hundred yuan, and then buy some milk and fruits.

Wei Biao gave 1,000 yuan, which was really interesting.

He pocketed the money and walked slowly towards the courier station to the north.

In the store here, Wei Biao and his wife Liang Mei were chatting about Zhou Shen while making Malatang.

Liang Mei complained a little distressedly: "Just give 300 yuan to mean it, you have to be so generous, give 1000, it seems that you are rich!" ”

Wei Biao said impatiently: "Oh, you don't understand! ”

Liang Mei said angrily: "I don't understand, you understand?" How much do I make in a busy day? You're always spending lavishly. ”

Wei Biao had no choice but to explain: "I didn't tell you just now, Zhou Shen's condition is very serious, otherwise I will give 1000?" ”

When Liang Mei heard this, she was shocked: "True or false? Maybe he did it on purpose. ”

Wei Biao said: "Don't be a villain. I didn't know Zhou Shen for a day or two, he is not that kind of person. Seriously, I'd rather he pretend. ”

……

Here, Zhou Shen came to the express station, and all the books arrived.

He still called the previous tricycle master, and sent him to his home, this time giving 20 yuan.

Because there are not many books, only 30 books, the normal travel fee from the street to the home is only 5 yuan, and the extra 15 yuan is regarded as the transportation fee.

Naturally, the tricycle master left happily.

Zhou Shen casually picked up a copy of the [Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic] and flipped through it.

[In the past, in the Yellow Emperor, he was born a god, weak and able to speak, young and neat, long and sensitive. 】

[It is appropriate to ask the Heavenly Master to say: Yu Wen ancient people, spring and autumn are 100 years old, and the action is not decaying; Today's people are half a hundred years old and their movements are declining. How different times are you? Will people be lost? 】

[Qi Bo said: The ancients, those who know, the law is in yin and yang, and in the number of techniques, eating and drinking modestly, living regularly, and not working in vain, so they can form and be gods, and end their days and live a hundred years old! Otherwise, people today use wine as a pulp, take delusion as a norm, get drunk into the room, exhaust their essence with desire, and dissipate their true ......]

"In ancient times, people could be more than 100 years old, and their movements did not show aging?"

Zhou Shen saw the record at the beginning of the book, and his face was surprised, it was like a fantasy.

If it is normal for a few people to live a long life span once in a while, it is unbelievable that the book actually says "yes".

Wouldn't the long-lived people in ancient times easily live to be 150, 60, or 200 years old?

It's just an exaggeration!

"That Taoist immortal Peng Zu, who lived for 880 years, is also a real person?"

Zhou Shen originally just looked at it casually, but he didn't think about it, and he was fascinated by this look.

It wasn't until it was getting dark outside and his grandmother's voice came downstairs that Zhou Shen suddenly came back to his senses.

He looked at the Yellow Emperor's Inner Scripture in his hand, and his heart was full of surprise.

This medical classic, which I don't know when it was written, was shocked by the truth in it, which explained all the problems of the human body in a transparent and detailed way.

And many of the truths coincide with the essence of the practice in the Eight Duanjin and the Longevity Formula.

"How did the ancient people know these mysteries in the human body without the help of modern medical devices? Could it be that in ancient times, there really existed powerful people? ”