Omniscient and Almighty

Chapter 198 Figure 24

After talking about his "brilliant past", Xu Guangling thought that the teacher would continue, but he didn't expect that it would be transferred to Mr. Chen next.

Mr. Chen seems to be a different person at this time, using the same address as Mr. Zhang: "Zhuoyan, your hands and feet have opened up. These days, have you focused on the feeling of your hands and feet?"

It was really difficult for Xu Guangling to answer this question.

At other times, he basically didn't pay attention to it. When he was sleeping, he did. Then go to sleep.

Is this a concern or not?

Xu Guangling told the truth about the situation.

The two old people smiled wryly, and Mr. Chen finally became a living person again, and returned to "the original appearance". After shaking his head, he used a "normal" address: "Boy, I don't know if it is Are you too calm, or are you too nervous, or are we two old fellows inexperienced?"

"I remember that old man, after I got through the key points, I couldn't even sleep, and I couldn't take care of food, so I was addicted to the feeling after the key point was opened up, and I couldn't keep my mind for a month or two after that."

"Your teacher is not much better than me."

"Why did you come to your boy and act like nothing happened?"

As he said that, Mr. Chen even became a little "indignant".

What can Xu Guangling say?Can only laugh.

After Mr. Chen shook his head again, he said, "Okay, boy, come on, do this with me."

Mr. Chen straightened his right arm in front of him in a very relaxed posture, and then bent his middle finger little by little in his flat palm.

Xu Guangling did as he did, and there was no reaction at first, but after about 20 seconds, the palm of his right hand jumped up suddenly, and then, the fingertips of the bent middle finger of his right hand felt numb and astringent.

And at this moment, miraculously, his left palm also twitched slightly, and his left middle finger also felt slightly numb. Flowing water like a fine spring gushes through, um, it's like turning on a faucet and opening it very small, and water flows out of it slowly.

Xu Guangling felt that the palms of the left and right palms seemed to have turned into small faucets at this time, and the water flowed reversely from bottom to top, from front to back, from the palm of the hand, through the wrist veins, through the elbows, through the shoulder sockets, and then to the chest. Before, disappeared.

"Boy, how do you feel?" About 1 minute later, Mr. Chen asked.

Xu Guangling told the truth.

After hearing his answer, the two old men looked at each other, Mr. Chen stood up directly, and said to Mr. Zhang: "I can't take it anymore, you should teach him, I want to go out for a walk." If so, he just walked away.

Xu Guangling was puzzled, and asked Mr. Zhang with a little anxiety: "Teacher, Mr. Chen?"

Mr. Zhang also sighed, shook his head, and then said: "He was hit by you. If I wasn't your teacher, I would turn around and leave, or I wouldn't be able to sleep at night."

Mr. Zhang Lao said without much explanation, and then said: "Don't worry about this, Zhuo Yan, you will do these actions with me next."

This is the beginning of a period of teaching. Mr. Zhang and Mr. Chen are the same as before, and do some bending and stretching movements on the fingers in conjunction with the raising and verticaling of the arms. It needs explanation.

Xu Guangling was wearing slippers, which saved trouble.

When doing the movements at the toes, he simply took off the slippers and stood there with bare feet, so that it would be convenient for Mr. Zhang to guide him.

Back and forth, it took a total of about 10 minutes.

Then, Mr. Zhang said to Xu Guangling: "Okay, Zhuo Yan, draw the passages of the 'flowing water' just now on the paper."

Soon, pen and paper are ready.

The paper is large rice paper, about 1.5 meter wide and [-] meters long, and there is a large pile of them. The pens are brushes. From large to small, you can choose from a row of ten or so numbers on the pen holder.

Mr. Chen actually strolled in again at this time, standing beside Mr. Xu Guangling on the left and right of Mr. Zhang, watching his movements.

Xu Guangling doesn't know how to paint.

He didn't even learn calligraphy.

What's more, even how to hold the brush, he dare not say "yes".

But it doesn't matter.

Standing in front of the desk, Xu Guangling closed his eyes slightly, and in his mind, the image and movements of his father's writing emerged, one after another.After a while, Xu Guangling had a clear idea of ​​how to hold the brush and how the writing brush works.

Then, the passages just now were clearly presented in his mind like a map.

Absolutely clear, without any trace of fuzziness or ambiguity!

When he opened his eyes, Xu Guangling calmed down, reached out and randomly took a relatively small brush from the pen holder not far away, dipped it in the ink lightly, and then began to draw on the rice paper, and this painting , there is basically no pause.

One, one, and another...

Xu Guangling dipped the ink 24 times, and the big desk, from left to right, from right to left, was also covered with his drawings.

Xu Guangling faithfully painted what appeared in his mind at a ratio of basically 1:1.In the meantime, the brushwork was a little jerky at the beginning, but soon became smooth and free, and then, the whole movement was like flowing clouds and flowing water.

During the process of his painting, the two old men have been watching quietly, silent, and have no other indications except to help him change the paper in due course.

"Boy, has your orifice been opened?" After he finished painting, Mr. Chen finally couldn't help it, and asked such a sentence.

"No." Xu Guangling said.

If it is opened, he will definitely tell the two old people.

"Next!" Old Mr. Chen took a few steps, took out a book from the big bookshelf on the left wall and threw it over. Xu Guangling took it, looked down, and it was "Huangdi Neijing".

"Turn to page 120 and read for 2 minutes."

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Chen said this.

Xu Guangling followed suit.

2 minute later.

"Recite what you just read." Mr. Chen said.

"The Yellow Emperor asked Yu Qibo, saying: I have sons and thousands of people who support the people and collect rents and taxes. I mourn that I don't pay them, but I have a disease. I want not to be poisoned. I don't use needle stones. I want to use micro-needles to unblock my meridians and regulate my blood. It is a meeting of people who go in and out. The order can be passed on to future generations, and it must be the law. The order will not be destroyed, it will last for a long time, easy to use and unforgettable, and it will be a broker. Different chapters, different appearances, for it End and beginning. Let each have a form, first set up the acupuncture scriptures, and I would like to hear their feelings."

"Qibo replied:..."

Xu Guangling opened his mouth and recited it. After a while, he was stopped by Mr. Chen.

"The rest, you carry them backwards."

The old man said so.

==

Thanks for the recommendation vote support of "burning yellow stew".

Thanks to "Zhao Fu" for the monthly ticket.

(End of this chapter)