The next day.

Yang Yu got up early because there was a batch of goods that he needed to send and proofread.

After buying breakfast, I took a stroll in the nearby woods. In addition to the condoms all over the floor, many elderly people were doing morning exercises.

A white-haired old man was practicing Tai Chi, and Yang Yu stopped to observe while nibbling on a bun.

Tai Chi is already synonymous with health preservation, and it is also synonymous with boxing and embroidery, and it has long been unable to be used in actual combat.

"Young man, are you interested too?" The uncle asked with a smile.

"No, no, Tai Chi can't fight, it's useless." Yang Yu also practiced Muay Thai and Sanda.

"Whether you can fight or not has nothing to do with what you practice." The uncle laughed.

"Oh, what does that have to do with it?" Yang Yu asked curiously.

"Hehe, come here, I'll show you a demonstration." The uncle smiled.

Yang Yu finished eating the buns, wiped his clothes with his hands, and stepped forward.

The uncle walked in front of him, practiced a short period of Tai Chi, and hit it slowly, it looked like a child playing house, but when he approached Yang Yu's chest, the Tai Chi, which seemed weak and weak, suddenly A huge burst of energy erupted, and he slapped it with his palm, Yang Yu took a big step back.

This white-haired old man still has the strength to hit such a powerful palm?
"Hehe, this is not the power of Tai Chi, but the internal strength. We insiders generally call it Qi, the energy of spirit and spirit. With Qi, no matter what moves you use, whether it is Tai Chi or karate, even one Branches can also erupt with great power." The old man stroked his beard and smiled.

Yang Yu saw that although he was gray-haired, he was indeed full of energy.

"Grandpa, have you practiced?" Yang Yu asked.

"No, no, when I was traveling in Jianghu, I met a master who taught me a thing or two." Grandpa replied.

Yang Yu suddenly became curious, and asked extremely: "Grandpa, how does the qi you mentioned just condense and circulate?"

Grandpa sighed, and said: "It's simple, don't be misunderstood by the word qi, the so-called qi is not true qi, but spirit and spirit, this qi refers to the strength of your mind to control things, it's just The strength and weakness, not in the body, but in here and here."

Grandpa pointed to his heart and then to his brain.

Damn, not everyone can comprehend it.

"The so-called qi is a kind of consciousness." Yang Yu tried to understand.

"Yes, when you make a shot, your consciousness hopes that it can burst out the power. This invisible power is invisible at first, and slowly it becomes tangible." Grandpa replied.

Yang Yu suddenly realized something, he sat down hastily, closed his eyes, relaxed his posture, focused, extremely focused, and disappeared everything outside his body, as if he was the only one left in this space.

Consciousness, thought power, qi, Yang Yu's mind is full of these things, and he tries his best to use his emptiness to meditate on the energy that can be produced, just like he has a strong internal force now, bursting out .

Yang Yu was too focused, he couldn't feel anything outside, he only felt a kind of consciousness in his body.

This apparently non-existent thing, Yang Yu felt its existence more and more, and finally inexplicably formed a small spark in the acupoint of Dantian, a single spark could start a prairie fire.

Yang Yu opened his eyes and found his grandfather sitting there, staring at him, eyes full of astonishment and surprise.

"What time is it, grandpa?" Yang Yu asked, as he had to go to load the goods.

"What time? It's two o'clock in the afternoon." Grandpa replied.

"What?" Yang Yu took out his phone and looked, yes, it's two o'clock in the afternoon, more than six hours have passed?

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