"Since the undercurrents of the sea wrap around me. It can irritate the sensitivity of my skin. So. This music is also wrapped around me as a person. I remember what the master said that day." Fist in mercury", which does not mean that you really want to punch in mercury. It's about finding that sensitivity."

It's just a mystical idea. Qu Yong's original intention was. Water is tangible. Scrub his skin to practice sensitivity. Then the music is intangible. The same can do the same thing. It's like the day when an old Taoist practiced in the valley against the air. But every move is the same as carrying a thousand pounds. The old way is to think of air as mercury.

Maybe to put it another way. Maybe a lot of people have heard of it." See mountains are mountains. Seeing water is water. See that the mountain is not the mountain. See that water is not water. See the mountains or the mountains. See water or water." Tianyi Lao Dao has reached the level of "seeing a mountain is not a mountain. See that water is not water".

Qu Yong took a deep breath. Close your eyes. Feel the scene in the sea last night. Although the truth is so. But it's really about making music like substance. But it's another story.

He was quietly feeling. In the Gospel Chapel, "Most Holy Mosia" is playing, and the music is melodious. Gradually, I listened to it for a long time. He almost gave up. Suddenly. There is a sharp note jumping. He felt a slight tingling of his skin. It seems to have goosebumps.

"This..."

Although this one change quickly subsided. But it was enough to make Qu Yong ecstatic. He seemed to keep comparing the water of last night with the sound of the music. He found. The two have something in common.

There are undercurrents on the seabed. Even if it's a wave on the sea. But the undercurrents below the sea have their own paths. It's like "The Most Holy Mosia." This hymn has no ups and downs. But listen carefully. Each note it makes is different. Sprinkled in Qu Yong's ears. on the shoulder. limbs and veins. The similarities between the two were slowly found by Qu Yong.

Suddenly. Qu Yong, who has been holding the "Great Sage Pile", moved. He leaned slightly to one side. Fast and sensitive. If an outsider sees it at this time. You will find that he looks like a sensitive monkey. Dodged a peach thrown in front of you.

But there wasn't anything flying in front of him. So it's kind of ridiculous. But he didn't think it was ridiculous. Because he just dodged. It's the note that gave him goosebumps before. That note turned out to be a real needle in his imagination. An undercurrent. He dodged sideways. I don't want to be pierced myself.

It doesn't matter if you dodge. All the notes in the air seemed to come alive at once. Butterflies that turned into a myriad of chaotic but had their own rules attacked. They come very fast. Qu Yong didn't have any chance to dodge at all. Just wanted to dodge the first one. Second. Third. The thirty-third rushed over.

"Ahh The pain in his ass woke him up. Eyes open. Where there is any music butterfly. Nothing. There is only the melodious "Most Holy Mosia".

"Huhuhu...."

He gasped. I slowly remembered the scene just now. Know you're in the door. Then. It's almost sunset. He thought he had only been listening for a moment. Who would have thought that the time of the day had passed.

Boss Cao and others searched for a long time. Qu Yong was not found. The phone is also not brought. I can only go around by the three of myself. Wait for dinner in the evening. Only then did I see Qu Yong returning to the hotel with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Xiao Yong. Where have you been?"

"Practice." Qu Yong touched his nose and said, "I haven't eaten for a day. I'm so hungry. Take a break after eating. In the evening, I put on a lead suit and then went to the bottom of the sea to practice."

When it comes to re-entering the sea. Qu Yong already has enough experience. He removed his shoes and socks. Wear a good lead suit. Five fingers clasped tightly on the ground. Step by step into the bottom of the sea. It looks like a bully who is holding a throne. It seems to be a relict who committed suicide and went to the country.

Then. Just a wave hit. If it was last night. Either he was a horse-shaped cannon blasted out to crush this big wave. Either it's the three-body root hard resistance to this. But now he's suddenly blessed. Slippery footsteps. The body is like a streamlined swimming fish. Paddle under the various undercurrents of the waves. The impact of the big wave was easily removed.

"This..."Qu Yong remembers very clearly. It's like the daytime when he dodges the musical notes. Undercurrents and notes. All of a sudden, it blended together nicely.

Qu Yong pondered for a moment. Continue walking down the ocean floor. Completely overflowing over his head.

This time. He put on a lead cloak. It can already be very good against the buoyancy of the seawater. He didn't take a break from the frame to practice. Instead, I quietly felt the undercurrent under the sea wave after wave.

There is still a difference between the notes and the undercurrents of the music. The notes are complicated though. But after all, a song. It is regular. It's like a set of punches. There are tricks and formulas. After a long time, you will be able to practice makes perfect. But the undercurrents at the bottom of the sea are different. It is substance though. It strikes but there is no pattern. It's completely nature's petty nature. Unable to fathom. You can only judge by human sensitivity.

Qu Yong felt the subtle changes in the flow of water. Each undercurrent is like the fist of a dark master. Pounding into his head. Chest and back. Limbs. He finally got into a fist fight. Just when it's time to wrap up at the end. Suddenly, there was a very strong undercurrent. He happened to go to the trick of "Wang Ba listens to thunder". This move is a sensitive dodge move. On that day, the old Dao of the day showed that the two masters of the war were not weak.

The water rushes in. The dark energy in his body suddenly and automatically mobilized to his right arm. Suddenly, the skin of this arm is extremely sensitive. Able to clearly discern the movement of the water. Then the ghost door (pores) of the skin twitched slightly. Feel the momentum of the undercurrent clearly. He spun around with a chicken step under his feet. Unloaded this rushing undercurrent. But I didn't have time to rejoice. At the same time, there are three dark energies that impact his lower yin. The back of the head and buttocks.

"How can the dark energy in my five internal organs be." Qu Yong's dark energy in the past can only walk in the twelve canons. But just at that moment. Hand three yin. The hands of the three yangs moved in unison, and the dark energy actually spread the entire arm. Turn this hand into a very sensitive radar." If I used to be mostly heads-up. The undercurrent in this sea is like a group fight. But I finally know how to get the darkness on my skin."

Let's make a very inappropriate summary. Bright strength in the muscles and bones. Secretly look at the five organs. As for the strength. It's up to the fur. So Dafan saw someone in a martial arts drama and said politely. I only learned a little bit of kung fu. The original meaning of this sentence was to make a difference. It's just because the people don't understand the real meaning. It's distorted after a long time.

The so-called chemical strength. It's "a feather can't be added. Flies and insects can't fall."

Kung Fu enters the chemical energy. Whole body. There is darkness everywhere. And the dark strength is strong and soft. When encountering the enemy, it is like a fire. The dark energy naturally flourishes. The body reacts faster than the mind. Even if a fly unintentionally landed on the body. Also immediately hook sensitive. Erupts dark energy. Shock flies to death.

And at this time the dark energy erupts. It's not just limited to Qu Yong's twelve canons. It's all over the body. Since the day before yesterday, when Lao Dao was taking a nap, he was awakened by Qu Yong's trigger sensitivity. Same. Xingyi Quan Tang Weilu once thought about things and was distracted. One of his apprentices suddenly attacked him. Knocked down by its lightning-fast slap. I haven't noticed it yet. This is what the boxing book says: "The practitioner of the world. You must see something and make a difference. Therefore, when encountering the enemy during the day, you can still get away with it. If you meet an enemy in the night; Eyes can't see. How will it be. Form-only fist. Everywhere in the dark of night. Feel it. There is a touch of Bing."

From this day on. He went to church during the day to feel the invisible baptism of music. Late at night, go to the bottom of the sea to feel the tangible impact of the current. Keep comparing the differences and connections between the two. Time flies. The seven-day May Day holiday is over. Bumblebee and Fat Man are also going back. Although they were complaining that they had hardly had a good time with Qu Yong this time. But there is no way. We can only make an appointment to get together again.

Boss Cao stayed with Qu Yong for a few more days. But it's just too boring. Qu Yong sleeps and eats every day. The rest of the time is spent practicing. It's back to being in the state of black boxing. He also had to go in the end. The field over there in Yeosu can't leave him for long. Although it is said that there is an Uncle Gong cover. He couldn't be away for too long.

"Brother Xiao Yong. I'm leaving. There's something to call to contact."

Before parting. Boss Cao was a little reluctant. He always felt that this departure was a bit of a problem. As if something was going to happen. But he still walked anyway. Now out of school. He has his own things to do.

"There is no feast in the world. Take care." Qu Yong also hugged him. From this moment on. He suddenly felt like he was going to fight alone.

Boss Cao pretended to be chic and said: "Needless to say, it is so bleak. Wait until you're there. Come to Yeosu again. I ask you to sit in the hall. We work together to make money."

"Hehe..."Qu Yong also knew that this was impossible. Yeosu is a very important midpoint in his life. But this stop has passed. He remembered very well what the four girls had planned for him that day. First to the strength. and so on to break through the strength. He may be about to officially enter Jingtai.

At last. Boss Cao is gone.

Qu Yong rented a house nearby. I'm ready to stay for a long time. He still practices every day. These days. He's gradually getting to grips with how to squirt out of the Twelve. In fact, the human body is connected with a body of qi and blood in addition to the twelve meridians. There are also eight veins of the strange meridians. The 12 classics are connected to the 12 canons. The 12 meridians connect the muscles and bones. Fifteen meridians communicate internal organs, muscles, bones, and fur. So he is now slowly losing the fifteen veins of cloth every day. And then to the finer Sun veins. Evenly surface the dark energy on the surface of the skin of the body.