Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

Chapter 75 New Discoveries

Thinking of what Hu Mingjun said, Chen Ze decided to start with the life of Taoist Zhang Zhishun.

Zhang Zhishun (1912-2015), the honorary head of the Wanshou Baxian Palace in Qin Province, and the head of Yuchan Palace in Qiong Province.At the age of seven, at the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, he left home to beg because of poverty. At the age of 12, he studied art with a teacher. At the age of 17, he met his teacher Liu Mingcang Taoist priest in Huashan, Qin Province, and became a monk.Because of his clear heart and unique path in cultivation, he was taught the true biography by his teacher. He is the No. 20 generation successor of the Quanzhen Longmen Authentic School of Taoism in Huaguo, and he has written about the origin of Qi Ti.

Qi. Body. Origin?

Chen Ze remembered some rumors and descriptions of cultivation that he had heard before.

Qi?gas?
Chen Ze looked up some information from memory, and had a general understanding of the concept of "Qi".

The pronunciation of qi is the same as that of qi, and it is often used interchangeably by people, but in some people's eyes, they are two completely different things.

Especially in Taoism, "Qi" is considered to be the original substance that produces and constitutes all things in the world. It is often used to refer to "innate one Qi", that is, the most basic energy that constitutes the human body and maintains life activities and physiological functions.

They generally believe that people's survival depends on the congenital qi that comes with them at birth. As they grow older, the congenital qi gradually grows;

And once the innate qi is exhausted, people will also come to the end of life.

When qi gathers, one lives, and when qi disperses, one dies.Therefore, all cultivation behaviors revolve around the core of innate qi.

Of course, Chen Ze can't believe all of these statements, especially when it comes to the essence of "Qi", everything is ambiguous, as if you can see it for yourself.

But is it "Qi" or "Qi" that you practice?

Does this metaphysical mysterious energy really exist?
I don't even know whether what I feel is matter or energy.

Putting his doubts to the bottom of his heart for the time being, Chen Ze spent a lot of time searching through various magnetic network disk search sites, and finally found the original "Life of Qi Ti", which was rarely circulated.

Then I was dumbfounded.

It's all classical Chinese!It is also written in an extremely obscure manner, which is completely incomprehensible!
The so-called "Yi Ti Yuan Liu" was not written by Zhang Zhishun alone, but the compilation and selection of Daoist classics in the past dynasties.

It is rumored that the content in it is all-encompassing, and even teaches people to practice, but no one has been able to make a conclusion.

If you think about it, there are only a few people who know it, and how many people can understand it?
Except for this book, the information about Zhang Zhishun on the Internet is extremely mixed, and there are many things to say, making it difficult to judge whether it is true or false.

It seems that it is impossible to expect to find the answer on the Internet. I can only talk to Hu Mingjun another day. He is the one who really studied with Zhang Zhishun.

After downloading the electronic version of this book to his mobile phone, Chen Ze started his journey of learning and brushing experience again.

His progress is close to the level of high school completion, which means that the road of gaining experience through learning is about to come to an end.

What, you say college courses?

Just kidding, who goes to college and studies hard!
The third year of senior high school is already Chen Ze's peak period. It can be said that he knows astronomy from the top and geography from the bottom.

And when I went to college, I could complain about the class at [-] o'clock in the morning.

So now letting Chen Ze study university courses is basically the same as starting from scratch. That can't be called gaining experience, it can only be called squeezing experience and boiling experience.

Before going to sleep, Chen Ze once again felt the existence of the mysterious air mass while practicing the Longevity Kungfu.

He decided to tentatively call this mysterious gas "Qi" to distinguish it from ordinary gas.

In the early morning of the next day, Chen Ze had arrived just as the martial arts hall opened.

When I came to the training room, I just put down my phone when a crisp voice sounded behind me,

"Uncle."

"Xiaoya?" Chen Ze turned his head and looked surprised, "What time did you come?"

"Because today is the last day, uncle, you won't forget, right?" Lan Shiya stared at him suspiciously.

"Hahaha how could it be." Chen Ze rubbed his chin, "Of course I remember."

"That's good." Lan Shiya said as she walked to the corner to get her bamboo pole.

"How are you practicing?" Chen Ze asked while unscrewing the bottle cap in his hand.

"Let's be so-so." Lan Shiya has already started the warm-up exercise.

Chen Ze didn't continue talking, but started pouring water into his mouth.

After a while, Chen Ze burped lightly, twisted the empty bottle in his hand again,

"Since you're here, let's start right away."

"Now?" Lan Shiya hesitated, "But I haven't practiced well yet."

"I have the final say on whether I practice well or not."

Chen Ze had already reached the open space a few meters away in front of her.

"Ready? I'm dropping the bottle."

"En!" Lan Shiya nodded vigorously, with her feet spread apart, and her hands tightly holding the bamboo pole one after the other, with the head of the pole pointing upwards, looking decent.

Chen Ze nodded slightly, and threw the empty bottle forward.

call out-

The end of the bamboo pole drew a non-standard arc in the air, but it was emptied.

"Come again."

Several times in a row, although the "blocking" action was barely up to the standard, it failed to hit the bottle firmly, and at most wiped the side.

"Okay." Chen Ze finally picked up the bottle, "It's you"

"I'll keep practicing!" Lan Shiya said stubbornly.

"Then it's up to you." Chen Ze shrugged, walked to the open space with the most sunlight and began to practice Vajra Kung Fu.

The first part is to sharpen the triple burner with both hands on the top.

Facing the sun, Chen Ze closed his eyes and felt the transmission of strength with his heart. After doing every movement, he once again felt the existence and flow of Qi in his body.

"Hey uncle, aren't you splitting palms? Why are you practicing so strangely?" Lan Shiya, who was resting aside, began to look at it curiously.

"This is not split palm." Chen Ze's mouth moved slightly, but his movements remained unchanged.

At this time, he is playing the fourth part, his left liver and right lung are like shooting eagles.

The two fists turn into palms, the palms face each other, and the two arms are stretched parallel to the left and rotate along the body. It is really similar to the force movement of splitting and hanging palms.

This was something Chen Ze hadn't paid attention to before, and he was a little distracted for a while.

Thinking of this in his heart, Chen Ze subconsciously twisted his waist and was about to send out the wheel force.

As a result, the qi in the body shrank suddenly, as if it had been stimulated by some kind.

This. Chen Ze is a little unbelievable.

Isn't it only the Vajra and Longevity exercises that can trigger changes in Qi?

What's more, that qi has always appeared and disappeared without a sound.

There has never been such a drastic change!

Could it be related to my accidental splitting and hanging palm movement?

Why is it related to Pi Guai Zhang again!

Is there anything special about this chopping palm?

Since the Vajra Kung Fu is different from the free-spirited Kung Fu of longevity, it needs to be practiced carefully.

So it's okay to play it on your own once in a while, but if you do it all the time, it will greatly reduce its effect.

Therefore, Chen Zeqiang suppressed his curiosity, and continued to fight, but tried to insert the vigorous movement of splitting and hanging palms in the fifth part of each round.

A total of three attempts, two failed, only one of which successfully triggered the change in the energy in the body.

What is the reason for this? Chen Ze asked himself with his head bowed.

"Uncle, what's the matter?" Seeing his appearance, Lan Shiya thought she had said something wrong.

"It's nothing." Chen Ze prevaricated casually, and practiced splitting and hanging palms on the spot.

Although he hasn't practiced martial arts properly for several days, Chen Ze's fundamentals are already there, and he is already familiar with the practice.

Twist the waist and cut the hips, close the knees and drill the feet, and walk with the eyes.

Rolling his shoulders and throwing a long strike, Chen Ze stood like a wheel, with strength reaching the tip of his palm, turned forward a circle, and slapped the cork floor hard with his straight palm.

Snapped!
This is the most core Oolong strike in Pi Hang Zhang, and it is also the part most similar to the fifth part of Vajra Kung Fu.

Half an hour passed without any Qi feedback.

Could it be that the skill level is not high enough?

On the properties panel:

[Allocable experience points] 41000
[Splitting Palm Lv14 (0/2100)]

Try adding some grades.

↑[Split Hanging Palm Lv17 (0/6500)]

After adding the level, Chen Ze huffed and puffed for another half an hour, but he still didn't have any sense of qi, just like ordinary kung fu.

Is it only during the practice of Vajra Kungfu that the sense of energy can be aroused?

But today's Vajra Kungfu has been practiced to the limit, so I can only try again tomorrow.

In order to have enough experience points for him to control variables, Chen Ze decided to gain more experience points now.

So in the following time, all the functional training rooms of Yunxiao Martial Arts Hall were visited by Chen Ze.

In a certain special training room, the coach in the gym is teaching and explaining to a group of students.

"This is thousand-ply paper. Although it looks easy, it is very difficult to type."

The coach walked up to the rows of layered paper, "The most difficult part is the last piece of paper that is hung by the rope."

The so-called thousand-ply paper is to stack a large pile of paper and hang it with a rope.

Hitting the thousand-ply paper is a fairly traditional training method, which is very rare nowadays, at least Chen Ze has never tried it.

"Even if I have practiced for more than ten years, there is only a very weak trace of strength left at the end, and I can't break the last piece of paper at all."

"Everyone is watching, let me demonstrate first." The coach opened his boxing frame, twisted his waist and swung his hips, and punched the thousand-layer paper in front of him.

boom!clatter——

The entire stack of thousand-ply paper exploded, not a single piece remained, and all of them were shattered into confetti, but it wasn't the stack hanging in front of the coach.

When everyone followed the sound and looked back, there was only a hurried figure in front of them.

【Experience value +200】

Not long after, in another room, a certain coach put a thick round iron ring on each wrist, and was explaining something to the students, but suddenly heard a clanging sound.

Looking on tiptoe, there is actually a man practicing boxing there with iron rings covering his arms.

Fuck!The coach couldn't help but swear.

Which fairy is this?

But Chen Ze didn't care about these things, he had already turned into a ruthless experience-gaining machine.

"Auntie, I'm coming! You go to rest."

As Chen Ze said, he took a special long mop from the cleaning aunt.

So the auntie cleaning with a dazed face stood aside and watched the strange boy sweep the entire stairwell like a tornado.

"Give it back to your auntie." Chen Ze stuffed the mop into his auntie's arms, and continued to look for the next target with the warm experience points.

Puff, puff puff.

"Wow! Brother Ji, you are too strong! This is going to blow up the testing machine, right?"

"So-so." The man in overalls retracted his fist and carefully stroked the middle part of his head.

"Hi, excuse me."

The two turned their heads and found that it was a tall stranger who was raising his hand to show the badge on his neck.

"consultant."

"Logistics maintenance consultant." Chen Ze accepted with a smile, and at the same time took back the badge and turned it over.

"I received a work order saying that there is something wrong with this boxing test machine, can I trouble you to let it go?"

"Oh, oh oh oh!" The two quickly stood aside.

"It won't take long, I'll do a simple test first." Chen Ze put his gloves into the gloves while explaining.

"No problem, no problem, you are busy with your work, we are not in a hurry."

boom!
A low muffled sound interrupted Ji Ge's words.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
The heavy cannon-like fists hit the mat in front of the machine like a gust of wind and rain, and even one punch was faster than one punch, and one punch was heavier than one punch, until the whole machine was crunched and moved backwards.

It was not until a while later that Chen Ze stopped,
"Okay, sorry to bother you."

He first took off his gloves, reset the value on the dial meter that had exploded to zero, and then moved the entire testing machine back to its original position, and then explained with a relaxed face,
"It has been tested and there is no problem. You can use it with confidence."

"Oh—" The heads of the two followed Chen Ze closely as if they were attracted by a magnet, until his figure disappeared around the corner.

(End of this chapter)