Knowing that Yin Shen and the Black Dog were in conflict, I didn't dare to move closer. I turned around and moved a few steps to the courtyard wall.

The high courtyard wall in front of me could not stop me at all. I almost had the idea and entered the courtyard wall and then appeared outside the gate.

Yes, Yin Shen is invisible and material, and is close to nothingness, so where can the walls stop it.

I had previous experiences. After leaving school, I did not dare to fly in the air. Instead, I walked more than three feet above the ground, and in the blink of an eye, I came to the street market in Liaoyang Town.

In 1997, Liaoyang Town had a relatively weak commercial atmosphere, and there was no nightlife in the town at all. The streets were deserted in the early morning, and there was no one, only the street lights in the middle of the street flashed with dim light.

Standing under the street light, I was surprised to find that the Yin God didn't even have a shadow.

Walking on the street market where I am alone, I am empty but indescribable.

"Hey, what's going on?" I walked not far away and saw the gray-black smoke covering the house in front, and I couldn't help but feel curious. With a thought, I had already arrived in front of the house.

As soon as I approached the gray-black smoke, I couldn't help but have a cold war. A rush of chill invaded my bone marrow, as if I was going to freeze me there.

At the same time, it seemed like I was tied to a stone pillar and stabbed my body with countless steel needles, making me unable to help but yell.

It's uncomfortable, very uncomfortable! That kind of pain is even more terrifying than the strong wind blowing in the air just now.

I moved to leave, but found that the black fog was firmly attached to the Yin God like a magnet, making it impossible for me to move at all.

It was not until this moment that I became panicked. There was only one thought left in my mind. I quickly left this strange place and returned to my body.

But it has no effect at all. The vision in front of you gradually becomes blurred, and even your consciousness and thinking must melt into the black fog.

No...I don't want this! I can feel that I'm going to be gone, but I can't do anything about it.

Just as the Yin God was about to be lost, a ball of golden light suddenly poured in, allowing me to escape from the black fog and leave quickly. Back to the roof, my body was still sitting there with me straight. It seemed that there was an invisible rope that pulled it, and pulled the Yin God into my body.

The Yin Spirit returns to the orifice, and I open my eyes and stand up. I find that my brain is drowsy, my hands and feet are soft, and I can't raise any strength.

I noticed a change in my body, so I hurriedly sat cross-legged and meditated.

It has no effect at all. I can calm down within a few breaths. Now I have sat cross-legged for half an hour, but I still can't concentrate.

Go back to sleep, maybe I'll get better after a night's sleep. I simply stopped forcing and walked back to the dormitory. I didn't take off my clothes, covered myself with a quilt and fell asleep.

In my sleep, I dreamed again that the magic weapon of scissors turned into two giant dragons, flying and hovering in the air.

This sleep was very fragrant. When the bell rang, I woke up from my dream. I stretched and felt that my head was extremely clear, and I didn't feel the fatigue that I had last night.

After running morning exercises, I sat in the classroom, and my thinking was wandering around the world throughout the class.

It turns out that the Yin God is so dangerous to leave his body. No wonder he emphasized in "Daozang" that "Do not stay away". The golden light last night should be the vitality injected into the scissors magic weapon. If it weren't for the pulling it at a critical moment, my soul might have been dispersed by the evil energy.

Looking back on the feeling I felt last night, I was still frightened. Before seeing that the Yin God had not reached the level of burning the Three Candles, I tried not to leave my body too far.

What exactly is the house used for? It has such a great evil spirit. I am not very familiar with Liao Yang Town. I recalled it carefully in my mind, but I am still very vague about the building.

When morning self-study class was over, I deliberately stopped a classmate from home in the town to ask. After listening to my description, he thought for a while and said, "Oh, you said those houses are slaughterhouses in the town, and they have been in operation for more than ten years. What are you doing?"

"It's nothing. When I went out on the street, I saw the house curious and wanted to know what to do, so I asked you. Let's go for breakfast. No matter how late the food is, I will be covered up." I answered casually, but I suddenly realized it in my heart.

It turned out to be a slaughterhouse, no wonder it was so evil.

"Yes," the classmate nodded, picked up the rice jar and rushed downstairs.

I walked out of the classroom slowly and stopped again when I passed the playground in front of the teaching building.

At the edge of the playground, an old man was practicing boxing with one move and one move. It was our principal, Mr. Zhao.

He practices a slow kung fu on the playground every morning at this time. I have seen it many times and have long turned a blind eye to it.

This time I saw a difference. Maybe I entered the Yin God realm and my eyes' magical powers improved a lot.

Principal Zhao practiced very slowly, but he had an indescribable spirit in his every move. It gave me the feeling that there was a beast hidden in his body, which would rush out at any time.

What surprised me even more was that the other party was covered with a faint red light. As the palms waved, the light actually sprayed out of the fist more than one foot away.

It turns out that Principal Zhao is also a strange person. Seeing this scene, I immediately had the idea of ​​becoming a disciple. Every boy has a dream of martial arts in his heart, even if I have already practiced Taoism, I am no exception.

After making up my mind, I didn't go to have a meal anymore. I stood by the playground and waited quietly. After about ten minutes, Principal Zhao pressed down his palms and made a stop.

He should have noticed me a long time ago, and nodded at me at this time, "You are Su Hao from the first grade of junior high school. I still remember. Why are you doing here? Why don't you go to have a meal?"

"Principal Zhao, what kind of kung fu you just practiced? It looks very good. I want to learn it." In front of the old man, I didn't go around and said directly what I meant.

"Oh, learning boxing is a very hard thing. Can you persevere?" Professor Zhao asked back.

"I can persist." Seeing that the other party did not refuse, I immediately replied excitedly.

"Let's do this. You have to go to class during the day and there's no time. When you finish self-study in the evening, you come here and I'll teach you again. Go and have a meal now..."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhao easily lived and agreed to my request for apprenticeship, and there was no period for the examination. I realized afterwards that because I took the initiative to learn classical Chinese, Mr. Zhao had already made an appointment in his heart. He had a good impression of me, so he nodded and accepted me.

***

After finally waiting for the end of evening self-study get out of class, I did not stop in the classroom and ran all the way to the playground. After waiting for about a few minutes, Principal Zhao came late.

"Principal, you are here." Seeing him coming, I hurriedly greeted me.

"You also call me the principal, the master," Mr. Zhao said with a frown.

"Master!!" I don't know what kind of ritual to be a disciple of martial arts, but I just copied it like the way I looked on the TV, kneeling on the ground and kowtowed three times.

Mr. Zhao did not stop him. After I stood up, he said loudly: "I practiced the Cheng school Baguazhang, and I learned Huo Zhongdao. The word "Bagua" comes from the "Book of Changes" 'Two yin gives birth to four symbols, and four symbols give birth to eight symbols'. Do you know which directions the Bagua refers to?"

This old man didn't want to take the exam when teaching martial arts. I whispered in my heart and answered: "North, South, East, West, Northwest, Southwest, Northeast, Southeast."

Listening to me to indicate the direction in turn, the old man nodded with satisfaction and continued to explain: "Bagua Zhang is mainly based on palm techniques, and its basic content is the eight palms, which are combined with the numbers of the eight trigrams. When practicing boxing, it is required to use swings and buckles to move the round shape, and walk all eight directions, unlike ordinary boxing techniques, either come and go in a line or go in four corners."

I listened carefully with my ears and wrote down what Mr. Zhao said without missing a word.

"To practice Baguazhang, you need to stand for three years. You can teach you the moves after three years. Generally, you can practice fixed stakes, while Baguazhang is the moving stake."

"Three years? It's so long!" I shouted, suddenly confused.

"I have told you that learning kung fu is not that easy. If you don't have patience, you still have time to regret it now." Mr. Zhao frowned.

"I... learn" I thought about it and gritted my teeth.

"Well" Seeing that I did not retreat, Mr. Zhao pointed to the past and said, "The 'Qinglong Claws' is the beginning of the Cheng School's Bagua. There are 3824 key points that you have summarized. You must remember clearly and carefully understand the mystery when practicing in the future."

"The mind should be calm, the qi should be flat, the head should be pushed, the tongue should be pressed, the neck should be horizontal, the eyes should be followed, the field should be full, the anus should be lifted, the shoulders should be sunken, the elbow should be lowered, the chest should be held, the waist should be twisted, the hips should be sat, the knees should be held, the arms should be stretched, the wrist should be bent, the wrist should be collapsed, the fingers should be short, the fingers should be facing the elbows, the elbows should be covered, the feet should be stretched, the toes should be stumbled, the steps should be steadily, the movement should be steady.

It means quiet..."

Mr. Zhao explained the eight-stage stances one by one, then got up and practiced them.

This time I saw it more clearly. The movement was like drifting wood on the water. I saw the wood walking but not the water flowing, sometimes forward, sometimes backward, sometimes left and right, extremely mysterious.

After the drill, he saw me standing there in a hunch, and asked, "Do you understand?"

"I understand." I hesitated for a few seconds before answering.

"I really understand? Then you practice it." The old man's voice suddenly became stern. He just asked, "Do you understand clearly?" instead of "Do you see clearly." That sentence has a profound meaning. Baguazhang is an internal martial art and focuses on understanding. Although the set of movements just now only have eight short styles, it contains a huge amount of information, which is very different from remembering them in your eyes. This is also a test of the master's understanding of his disciples.

Without hesitation, I immediately stepped forward, stepped forward, and walked one by one as Mr. Zhao taught me.

After the stop, Mr. Zhao's eyes showed a look of surprise, "Have you learned it before?"

"No" I shook my head.

"Okay, you've practiced well. I'll do it in the future. It's getting late now. Turn off the light bell and go back to the dormitory to sleep." He didn't explain anything, but just urged me to go back to go back quickly.

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