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Will there be psychological pressure to open a little pornographic book in front of my brother?

Just kidding, that's not the object.

What's more, there is no harmonious content in Chapter 1 of "Congenital Taiyin Elements Classic", and if you want to see colorful things, you have to turn to the back.

The first sentence of the Qi Lian chapter talks about the right time, place and people for cultivation.Translating the sentence, it means that this exercise must be practiced at night, where the moon can be seen, and it is best to practice in a place with running water.

In this regard, the old community of Shuigangchong has a geographical advantage.The old houses are not built high, so they are not afraid of being blocked by high floors. If you want to see the moon on the third floor where Ying Bo's house is located, you just need to go to the balcony.

Yan Zhe helped to remove the sundries on the balcony of Ying Bo's house, while Ying Bo took out a quilt from the cabinet and spread it on the floor.He took another painkiller, so as not to be disturbed by the pain when he was in a trance or in a daze, everything was ready, Ying Bo threw off his slippers and stepped on the quilt barefoot.

The "Congenital Taiyin Suyuan Jing" was opened in front of him, Ying Bo sat down, and put on a standard cross-legged sitting with five hearts facing the sky.

"The flexibility is pretty good." Yan Zhe complained.

"I have practiced before." Ying Bo said.

The palms of the feet are facing the sky, the palms of the hands are facing the sky, and the top of the head is facing the sky. In Taoism, this posture is conducive to the smooth flow of meridians and peace of mind.Ying Bo didn't know if there was any basis for this statement, but after taking this pose, the pain in his abdomen seemed to ease a bit.

Probably the painkillers he took earlier had taken effect, Ying Bo thought, and glanced at the second and third lines of the "Congenital Taiyin Suyuan Jing".

It is said in the book that after taking a relaxing posture in a place where you can see the moon, you must start to meditate. The first step is to feel the Qi of the Lunar Moonlight, the second step is to guide the Qi of the Lunar Moonlight into the body, and then , according to the meridian route given in the book, make it run in the meridian, and gradually put it under personal use.

After completing these, one can be regarded as a monk who can refine qi.

Ying Bo was stuck in the first step, what is the Qi of the Lunar Moon?

By the way, what the hell is the Qi of Lunar Moonlight?Moonlight?Or tidal energy caused by the moon?

Ying Bo's precarious scientific world view is still playing a role in interfering with his thinking. Ying Bo, whose thoughts are drifting away, is really stunned for a while, until a cool wind blows through the building and the rustling leaves wake him up.

Yan Zhe was sitting on the sidelines yawning, caught a glimpse of his brother suddenly returning to his senses, and asked perfunctorily, "How about it, can you perform a magic trick for me?"

"Fuck you." This is Ying Bo's short response.

He sat cross-legged in one position for too long, and suddenly he came back to his senses only to feel that the blood vessels were not flowing smoothly, and half of his body fell into numbness. Obviously, the saying that five hearts can make the meridians unblocked is all bullshit.Ying Bo grinned and wanted to stand up and move around. When he stretched his fingers, he happened to see a ray of moonlight falling on the palm of his hand.

It was only then that Ying Bo noticed that half of his body was immersed in the watery white moon cream.

In the nightless city, you can't see the moonlight, you can only see the pink smog illuminated by the lights of the city.The full moon beyond the smog is almost dim, like a piece of suet jade covered with dust.But in this quiet old community, accompanied by the music of the TV drama downstairs, she tried her best to shine her brilliance, making Ying Bo within reach.

But the moonlight was cold and empty, Ying Bo folded his palms together, but he didn't catch anything.

Yan Zhe walked into the house, answered a few calls, and walked out to the balcony.

"Hey, Ying Xiaobo," he said, "don't blow the wind outside anymore, I'm going back to the bureau, you should go to bed early."

Hearing no reply, Yan Zhe thought that Ying Bo was asleep, so he called out again: "Ying Xiaobo?"

Still no reply.

Thinking of Ying Bo's illness, Yan Zhe suddenly panicked, stepped forward and patted Ying Bo's shoulder.

"Should park!"

He didn't take a slap, and suddenly felt that the surrounding area was too bright.He looked up in surprise, and found that the surroundings, the surrounding buildings, the rows of camphor trees planted around the buildings, and the surrounding near and far ground were all shrouded in a layer of hazy white light.

The white light was like frost in winter, and also like a thin layer of snow, covering the city that never sleeps in an instant, making everything fall into an indescribable silence.

He stood blankly for a while before he realized it.

"It's the moon."

on the street.

The child who was leading the woman's hand home suddenly jumped up, pointed to the moon in the sky and shouted to the woman: "Look, mom, mom! The moon is so bright today!"

The woman looked up indifferently, and her tired footsteps suddenly stopped.

"It's really bright," she said, "even brighter than the moon in Mid-Autumn Festival."

Others on the street also noticed this and stopped.

"Wow! Is there any astronomical wonder today?"

"Take a picture of me quickly, I want to send it to Moments!"

"I haven't seen such a bright moon for many years."

"gorgeous."

"Go and take a picture."

The same words resounded in every corner of the city. Whether it was pedestrians on the street or young and old at home, they all raised their heads and looked up at the full moon in the sky.

Only one person lowered his head.

Yan Zhe, still the great people's policeman Yan Zhe, lowered his head and looked at his brother who suddenly emitted the same brilliance as the moon in the sky.Then he came to his senses, quickly took out a few quilts from the house, and spread them on the balcony railing, so as to prevent the neighbors from seeing the abnormal state of Ying Bo's house. At the same time, he pressed the reset button on his worldview with difficulty.

"How is it possible?" He murmured, "How is this possible?"

How could this pamphlet, which looked fake at first sight, be real?How could the cultivation of immortality written in the novel really exist?How could immortals and immortals really appear in their world?

After covering up the traces, he sat down on the quilt, looked at Ying Bo who was meditating with his eyes closed, and suddenly realized this fact.

"Damn it," Yan Zhe said, covering his face, "My brother...is he cultivating immortality?"

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No, no, Ying Bo's current situation can't be called cultivating immortals.

He just touched the key of that door, touched the mysterious and mysterious power.

Ying Bo had a very long dream, he dreamed that he was naked and swimming in the boundless moonlight.He seemed to be in silence, yet he heard countless shouts.That call came from the past, present and future, spanning the dimensions of space and time. It was a name, a little nostalgia, a connection... entangled in his soul, entangled in his body.

More and more entanglement, more and more entanglement.

Then, Ying Bo, who felt that he was about to suffocate, was awakened alive.

He opened his eyes, and the first thing that caught his eyes was a slovenly face with black eye circles, black beard and shaggy beard.

Yan Zhe.

The worried brother Yan Jiji and the bureau asked for leave, and directly guarded his brother for one night.

He didn't dare to close his eyes all night, while imagining how to get rich after reading the routine of the novel, while worrying that his colleague, a Taoist angel, an alien would break into the door and want to arrest his brother, slice him up, draw blood, and do a soul search.

It can be seen from this that a certain people's policeman is really not doing his job properly, and the Two-dimensional poisoning is too deep.

Yan Zhe's mood was like this for a while, happy and sad, and his face turned red and blue. It's no wonder that in the morning, his whole body showed the appearance of both energy and blood loss. Ying Bo silently reminded him: "Do you want to take a rest?"

"No!" Yan Zhe, who was in high spirits, flatly refused, "What do you feel, tell me quickly."

Ying Bo felt it seriously.

After a while, he replied: "The brain is very clear."

Yan Zhe: "And then?"

Ying Bo: "Not anymore."

"How is it possible!" Yan Zhe slapped the tiled floor, "Don't you feel your abdominal pain better? Don't you feel your appetite? This is Xiuxian. Xiuxian can cure cancer!"

"There's never been such a statement." Ying Bo said seriously.

Yan Zhe stared straight at him for a moment, then sighed, feeling dejected.

Ying Bo knew that he was really worried about his body, so he quickly comforted him: "This is the first time, there will be no immediate effect, and when the cultivation base is high, there will be a solution."

"Oh," Yan Zhe asked in a flat tone, "Will you continue to practice?"

Ying Bo was taken aback for a moment, and remained silent.

"Ying Bo," it was rare for Yan Zhe to call out his name in front of him like this, "I know you don't really want to live."

Ying Bo continued to remain silent, this was the first time someone had said this for him after he was diagnosed.

In fact, needless to say, all kinds of signs have already shown Ying Bo's thoughts.People with the will to survive will not give up trying to survive even if they get cancer, even if they get pancreatic cancer with a high degree of malignancy.But Ying Bo does not take other medicines except painkillers, no injections, no surgery, no radiotherapy and chemotherapy.

He would not take advantage of his relationship to go to a large foreign hospital overnight, nor would he search for a little news after traveling all over the world.Ying Bo got rid of his third-rate "friends", disposed of most of his property, and returned to the city where he was born and raised, just to do one thing.

wait to die.

Some Ying Bo who wanted to smoke rubbed his fingers and said with a helpless smile, "Isn't death better than life for a person like me?"

Yan Zhe asked back, "What kind of person do you think you are?"

A new day is the morning of the sixteenth day of the lunar calendar, when the sun rises at the moment the moon sets.

Ying Bo squinted his eyes and looked towards the east, the gushing sunlight was bright and dazzling, somehow it reminded him of the young man he saw in the live broadcast.

He absent-mindedly made a self-assessment: "Anti-social, wanted criminal, disappearing will help everyone feel better, and benefit the harmonious and progressive development of society... Probably this kind of person."

Hearing this, Yan Zhe opened and closed his lips slightly, hesitated, and didn't say what he wanted to say.

He wanted to say when did you cheat those honest people out of their money?When other crooks seize the opportunity to cheat a little bit from the old, young, women and children, you are the only one who targets the corrupt officials who cover the sky, the border smugglers who kill people, and the drug dealers who don't want to die.

"Eagle Bubo", who specializes in black and white, is a legendary figure with a reputation far and wide.There are many people who want him to die, and even more people who want him to live.

Yan Zhe wanted to say this, but he knew that these words would not be able to impress his stubborn brother.

"Not necessarily," he said at last. "If you recover from cancer, people will be happier to be a good person from now on and to be alive."

"Good guy?" Ying Bo waved his hand, "Please forgive me."

Yan Zhe stood up and said, "Now that you have an adventure, why didn't God also want you to survive? Ying Xiaobo, you are still so young, you are 25 years old, and you haven't dated yet..."

"Bachelor Yan," Ying Bo interrupted him with a twitching corner of his mouth, "Do you think I'm you?"

Yan Zhe ignored his personal attack, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Think about it."

After finishing speaking, Yan Zhe yawned, and finally couldn't hold it any longer, and planned to go back to his home to catch up on sleep.

Ying Bo stood on the balcony, watched him go, then turned his head to look at the sun that had fully risen.

"...to fall in love."

he exclaimed.

After a while, another sentence came from the balcony.

"Bah! I'm not gay!"