Xu Pu wondered in his heart, and he didn't know if the middle-aged scribe deliberately wrote the words like this, or if he was dazzled and had an illusion.

Just when he was puzzled, he suddenly noticed that the veins in one of the paintings began to move, like the flow of a stream. At the same time, Xu Pu felt that a stream of air was born in the same vein in his body, flowing along the vein in the way depicted in the picture, occasionally encountering blockages, but in a moment he rushed away and continued to move forward. After a few moments, the entire meridian was unimpeded.

Xu Pudun felt an indescribable joy in his body, and his heart felt as if a door had been opened, which was very comfortable.

So, after he had practiced the first picture, he moved on to the second one. Because the middle-aged scribe wrote in the original order of Zhuangzi, and Xu Pu was extremely familiar with Zhuangzi, Xu Pu could still recognize at a glance which one was next, even though the papers were scattered randomly.

When he stared at the picture formed by the second text, the veins in the picture flowed like the previous one, and the true qi in the same vein in Xu Pu's body also flowed, and occasionally there were obstacles, but they also rushed away in an instant. In a moment, Xu Pu finished cultivating again.

In this way, Xu Pu continued to cultivate one by one, and I don't know how long it took, Xu Pu found that there were no new papers scattered on the ground, and he had finished cultivating. However, the scribe did not finish all the Zhuangzi, but only wrote the "Health Master", with only thirty-six drawings in total.

Xu Pu lay on the branch, hoping that the scribe would continue to go down, but the scribe only picked up the paper that had been spilled on the ground and watched it repeatedly, but he no longer picked up the pen and wrote. Xu Pu was so anxious that he couldn't help waving his wings and flying away from the branches, circling and dancing in front of the scribes, urging the scribes to write quickly.

The scribe saw a colorful butterfly flying in front of him, and suddenly reached out and grabbed it, as fast as lightning, but as soft as a feather, although he caught Xu Pu, he did not hurt him in the slightest.

The scribe held Xu Pu in his palm with five fingers, and said with a smile: "You have learned my butterfly dream mental method, if you don't leave at this time, when will you stay?"

Xu Pu's body was out of control, his heart was horrified, and he suddenly woke up. When I opened my eyes, I found myself sitting in the guest room, with a pot of tea and two plates of snacks on the table next to me. It turned out to be a dream of Nanke.

Xu Pu breathed a sigh of relief, stabilized his mind, took a sip of tea, and suddenly remembered that he was originally in the peony garden of the country, and accidentally fell asleep while admiring the peony, why did he wake up and return to the inn instead?

Xu Pu began to carefully recall his dreams, and the more he recalled, the more surprised he felt. Especially the experience in the lacquer garden, and the words that the middle-aged scribe said before he woke up from his dream. He said, I have learned the Butterfly Dream Mind Method, the Butterfly Dream Mind Method, it sounds like the name of some kind of martial arts, could it be that those pictures on the paper are a kind of martial arts?

Thinking of this, he saw the pictures he saw in his dream, as well as the strange feeling of the true qi in his body, so he guided the true qi in his body according to the scene in the dream, and sure enough, he felt that the true qi in his body was flowing freely and everywhere. This feeling of true qi rotation is somewhat similar to that when he went mad in the palace, but at this time, the true qi moves at will, rather than rushing wildly, and it is not as painful as it was then.

Xu Pu secretly thought: Uncle Chen took me to learn the art this time, just to let me learn to control the true qi in my body, the so-called control of the true qi in the body, is this the case at this time, the true qi flows at will? I'll ask him.

Thinking of this, Xu Pu stepped out of his room, walked through the hall, and came to Chen Zigui's room, but saw that Chen Zigui's room was empty, and all the furnishings were the same as when he left. It turned out that Uncle Chen hadn't come back yet.

Xu Pu thought about it, turned his head to look at the window, and saw that the window was full of red glow. He came to the window, stretched out his hand to push the window open, a cold air penetrated into the room, Xu Pu couldn't help but shiver, when he looked up, he saw that the morning glow was full of sky, it turned out to be early morning.

Xu Pu was even more shocked in his heart: I also said that I had slept for an hour or two at most, but I didn't know that I slept all night. Uncle Chen didn't return overnight, nothing would happen, right? On second thought, Uncle Chen was safe and had strong martial arts, so he should be fine. Nine times out of ten, it's an all-night drink with friends and you lose track of the time.

Thinking like this, Xu Pu breathed a sigh of relief, closed the window, and left Chen Zigui's room.

Back in his room, Xu Pu ate a few pieces of dim sum, drank two cups of cold tea, and still thought about the butterfly dream heart method: Uncle Chen said that if you learn internal skills, you will greatly increase the power of martial arts moves, and I also learned a few sets of fist and foot swordsmanship with Teacher Shen, you might as well try it out of the way, whether there is really any change.

Having made up his mind, Xu Pu walked out of the room and came to the courtyard. At this moment, there was frost in the sky, and the cold was abnormal, Xu Pu had just learned the superior internal skills, and he didn't care at all.

He thought for a moment, remembered the practice of Xiaohong boxing yesterday, so his feet stood in eight figures, his arms drooped, put on a good posture, followed the right leg to step out, both palms at the same time, the left palm in front, the right palm in the back, make a move to hold the moon in his arms, followed by both arms up, from top to bottom, this move is called Baiyun Gai Ding. Xu Pu continued to practice one move after another, and stopped when he reached the seventh move.

After these few moves, Xu Pu was still the same as usual, and he didn't feel anything else, and the true qi in his body still existed in the dantian, and he didn't pour into the meridians despite the moves.

Xu Pu stopped, lowered his head and thought, and suddenly remembered a sentence that Shen Tongze frequently said when he taught them fists and feet: "Mind moves with you", Xu Pu's original understanding was that consciousness should follow the moves, and it was for martial artists to concentrate and concentrate their strength in one place.

At this time, he had learned the butterfly dream method, and he remembered the scene when he was cultivating in his dream, and suddenly realized: The so-called intention moves with the body, which means that martial arts practitioners need to guide the true qi with their minds, and send and receive them together with the moves.

Thinking of this, Xu Pu practiced again, this time his attention was not all on the moves, but half of it was concentrated in the dantian qi sea, which was the so-called qi sinking dantian. Then, he stepped up and waved his palms, holding the moon in his arms, and at the same time, everywhere in his thoughts, a stream of true qi poured into the meridians of his arms, and with a snort, his palms brought the sound of hunting wind.

Xu Pu realized that the true qi rotation and the move were one, and this move was used, up and down the body, from the inside to the outside, indescribably happy, and he knew that what he had understood was correct, and he was pleasantly surprised. Follow the white clouds to cover the top, clench your fists and shrink, and make a move to make a move. At first, the moves are a little slower, and when he slowly becomes proficient, he gradually reaches the realm of the unity of mind and body, and the inner breath is accompanied by the mind, and he can send and receive freely. Then he made faster and faster moves, the wind whistled in his ears, and the scenery around him turned into a ball around him, but he himself was like a rock in the waves, unmoving.