Xiaobai has been lying at home for a week, eating instant noodles for a week, and he is very depressed, and now he is even enough to carry a gas canister upstairs. He felt a resentment in his heart, and he didn't know who he should hate? Lying on the bed, he was thinking nonsense -- if he was the kind of hero described in the novel, how should he get rid of the strong and help the weak? He suddenly remembered Qingchen, the breath Qingchen left in this room, and the set of exercises that Qingchen taught him.

He suddenly jumped up from the bed, patted his head and said to himself: "What's the big deal! Isn't it just that the job is gone, and the hands and feet are crippled! Lao Tzu has no job in the first place, and he never fights with anyone." Big deal, big deal,...... It's a big deal to go to the street and ask for food!"

Bai Shaoliu didn't go to the street to ask for food, even if he really joined the beggars, it would take three months later. During the following period, he began to practice the set of "fitness" kung fu that Qingchen had taught him. This set of kung fu was very complicated, and Qingchen talked about it for most of the night before he was sure that he understood it and remembered it. This method is divided into two sets of movement and static, and meditation is very strange, that is, meditation calms the mind and retreats, and it needs to achieve a strange static. Qingchen describes this kind of static as - hearing silently, seeing nothing, touching limbs, sitting and forgetting form, and returning to knowledge.

Now Xiaobai is very ambitious, with the lofty ideal of begging for food, there are not too many delusions and distractions in his heart, according to the method of pranayama and mind adjustment that Qingchen said, he sits at home every day, and after a week, he actually has some gains. Qingchen said that some people will not be able to enter the door for the rest of their lives, but others will soon be able to know where the door is, and obviously Xiaobai belongs to the second type. When he truly experienced the feeling described by Qingchen, it turned out that everything was the opposite.

He listened to the sound as he sat still, and what he heard was the slightest sound of his own heartbeat, breathing, blood flow, and even the peristalsis of his stomach. Seeing also things, closing the eyes to see the faint light in the darkness in front of you. Touch also has limbs, and he can feel everything that is born within his body, relying entirely on his mind rather than his senses. Sitting also has a shape, and he feels that his body is in a state of extreme relaxation and clarity. He had never been able to sense his body so clearly as he did now, forgetting all the existence of the outside world. After reaching this state, he began to try to practice a set of divine thoughts that Qingchen had taught him, and the mental method of channeling the vitality back to the surrounding body.

Only then can you learn the exercises, which look like a boxing technique, or a set of gymnastics. But in the practice of this set of movements, he needs to use a strange invisible force that seems to be controlled by the mind to accompany these movements. At the beginning, this force was very weak, just like Xiaobai himself was doing gymnastics, but later this force became stronger and stronger, and it became more and more difficult for him to complete this set of exercises, and every move was like being blocked by sticky air.

Xiaobai didn't know anything about martial arts, internal strength, cultivation, essence, etc., and only knew that he did it according to the method that Qingchen taught him, and there were indeed strange effects. Suddenly, one day, the power that blocked him when he practiced the movement disappeared, and it seemed to melt into his body, and he seemed to be able to naturally complete a complete set of movement methods, and he did not deliberately do the movements, but the body moved with his mind.

That night, while he was practicing meditation, it was as if a non-existent eye suddenly appeared in his body, and he was able to "see" the skeletal muscles inside his body. To be precise, it is not to see, but to use a "divine sense" to truly sense one's own body, which can be controlled with the mind. This is what Qingchen called "the union of form and spirit". And on this day, exactly three months had passed since he had just begun to practice the method left by Qingchen, and it was the day he had planned to go to the streets to beg for food.

The laid-off worker's living allowance is only 800 per month, and his rent is 600 per month, and the living expenses of 200 yuan are only enough to eat steamed buns and pickles, and even water and electricity cannot be used indiscriminately. He was a little obsessed with "cultivating" for the past three months, and of course he didn't go out to look for a job, and when he realized that he was really at the end of his rope, he had another idea - he could be a thief!

Has Xiaobai become a master of Qingchen? Of course not! He is still an ordinary person, but there is a little change from before. He now has the ability to keep up with his own eyesight, and to be exact, to match his mind well. There is only one regret, that is, his right hand and left leg are still the same as before, his consciousness cannot sense, and his movements cannot keep up. But a left hand was sufficient, and he was sure to pull his wallet out of someone's pocket without letting anyone show it.

This morning, Xiaobai took a shower, deliberately changed into clean clothes, and went out with a few resumes. To be a beggar or a thief, it's just a matter of thinking about it, just like those daydreams he usually does, and he won't really do it. The first priority is to find a serious job in order to meet next month's rent. He only had more than one hundred and fifty yuan left in his pocket, and he carried it all with him, and he was going to comfort and comfort himself with a big meal of meat noodles today, which was also a good sign.

Eight yuan a bowl of big meat noodles is eaten, but after a day of work in the talent market, there is nothing to do, many recruiters have left his resume, but looking at the casual demeanor of the person receiving the resume, Xiaobai doubts that his resume will not be thrown directly into the shredder. From the talent market to where he lives, he has to take bus No. 5 to the vicinity of the train station, and then transfer to bus No. 19 to go home. He caught up with rush hour, the car was crowded, like a stuffed can of sardines, and he was a real thief.

There were three thieves in the gang, a young woman deliberately squeezing the passengers who had just gotten on the bus, and the other small man took the opportunity to dig through his pocket, hiding a large pair of tweezers in his sleeve. And there was another person who was an accomplice who received it, and all the stolen things were transferred to him. There were a lot of people in the car, and the three thieves were very busy with their business, and they gained a lot from this trip. They thought they were doing something hidden, but they were seen by Xiaobai. Xiaobai was interested, and he didn't rush home at all, and he also mixed in the No. 5 bus to go back and forth a few times to spend the entire rush hour.

It is said that these three thieves have gained a lot today, and when they finished work, they went to a secluded place to take inventory, but they were greatly surprised -- all the things that their trio had worked so hard to steal were gone! Did they meet a master or a ghost? There should be no such master in the world, and the ancestor of the thief probably can't either? It must have been an evil one! When he returned to the den at night, he didn't bring anything back, and he was scolded by the thief who was about to take a cut, and the two male thieves were even beaten. The three thieves hurriedly went to burn incense and worship the God of Wealth, not knowing which master they had offended?

Of course, this master is Bai Shaoliu, who is a thief in the car, and his initial plan was to observe the business. Later, I felt that it was not interesting for me to watch from the sidelines again, and I couldn't watch the thieves steal things in vain. So he continued to steal everything that the thief had stolen again. After stealing it back, I felt a little unbearable, and quietly put these things back to the owner. So the thief stole a batch and returned a batch, and in the end it was all in vain. People who are rushing home from work don't know that the mobile phones, wallets, and other items in their bags are paraded outside today.

Bai Shaoliu was a little proud, because his actual actions proved that he was much stronger than ordinary thieves, equivalent to the level of a thief. At the same time, he regretted that he didn't leave a penny, and he still took eight yuan for the ticket for nothing, so why didn't he think of doing good deeds and making some achievements? More importantly, he suddenly had self-confidence, he still had no job and no money, but he was vaguely no longer afraid of what the future would bring.