A series of questions made him feel more and more dizzy, and the poem behind him was even more puzzling. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of a reason, so he simply threw the paper on the table and stared blankly.
After a while, he suddenly remembered that he had only explored a very short section of such a long belt. He did not know if there were any words inside.
Thinking of this, he immediately stood up and went to knead the dough.
After making up, he made some modifications to the pencil case he used last time. He nailed a hole on one end of the pencil case and put a wire through it. This way, the pencil case could be pushed in and pulled out of the belt.
Everything was ready. Just like last time, he filled the pencil case with noodles and pushed it into the belt. After estimating the approximate depth, he pressed lightly on the belt with his hand and pulled the pencil case out. Seeing that there was no writing, he continued to investigate.
He explored the belt piece by piece, but there were no signs of words at the bottom of the belt.
Xu Yunfei thought for a moment, turned the pencil case over, and began to explore the other side of the belt.
Using the length of the pencil case as the standard, he reached in section by section to check, but still did not print any words.
He didn't have much hope for the last section. However, unexpectedly, words were printed on the last section.
The night was dark. The 40-Watt light bulb in Xu Yunfei's house emitted a warm light.
Xiao Ji had fallen asleep on the brick bed, while Xu Yunfei was sitting at the round table, staring blankly at a piece of paper.
Although it was late at night, Xu Yunfei didn't feel sleepy at all.
The words on the paper were printed on the last section of the belt. He had already printed them on the paper with ink.
"True Dragon Technique."
Xu Yunfei read it softly, the ancient traditional Chinese characters were just like the long poem from before.
He was puzzled, What is this?”
He continued to read and saw that there was no exclamation like the long poem:
The dragon is a god. It has no wings and can soar in the void. It has no gills and can dive deep into the Nine Depths. The dragon is not a divine creature. It is good at refining yin and yang into electricity in the acupoints and veins of the whole body. It exhales fire and smoke into the sky and into the sea. It drives the rain and creates the wind. It transforms into the infinite man. It is born with the spiritual qi of heaven and earth. It has 360 circulation acupoints. The Ren and Du meridians are connected to each other. The acupoints are like lakes and rivers. It is suitable for quiet nights or sitting or lying down. The hands are superimposed on the tongue. The upper jaw is used to observe the inner view. The swallowing fluid and the throat are swollen. The abdomen is sucked. The breath is exhaled. The breath is long. The acupoints are sensitive and blunt. The senses are hidden. It leads to violent changes. And in order to realize nature, no desire, no desire, self-cultivation, self-enlightenment, go with the flow
(Below are two human figures, covered with lines and dots.)
This True Dragon Formula was passed down from the Xu family's ancient primeval treasured saber. Zu Yu obtained it when he was young. He cultivated for 80 years without any success. He only poured the garden to kill the sun, moon, and mid-autumn night. He drank a jar of wine and seemed to have realized something. However, time is merciless. The hero is old and white-haired. The meridians are all gone. There is no hope of repairing it. It is a pity that the setting sun feels nostalgic for the green garden, the fragrant grass, the September sky, the ancient tomb, the broken monument, and thousands of years of rushing to and fro. The human world is in a hurry.
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Xu Yunfei felt a headache as he looked at the large chunk of traditional Chinese characters without any punctuations.
Fortunately, he had read a lot of classical works and had the experience of translating that long poem. With the help of the dictionary, it took him more than an hour to finally divide this paragraph into sections and write it in simplified Chinese. It was as follows:
True Dragon Technique
Dragons are gods,
I have no wings on my ribs, I can soar in the great void,
Without gills on my cheeks, I can dive deep into the Nine Depths.
Dragons are not divine creatures,
Perhaps he is good at yin and yang,
Refine into lightning,
It hides in the acupoints and meridians all over the body.
So he breathed fire and smoke,
Heaven and sea,
Driving the rain, the wind blows,
Infinite Transformation.
Man is born by the spiritual aura of heaven and earth,
There are three hundred and sixty great caves in the sky,
The Conception Vessel and the Governor Vessel are connected between them,
The pulse is like a river,
It is fitting for a quiet night,
Sitting or lying,
His hands overlapped.
Tongue on top of jaw,
Looking at his inner vision,
Swallowing water and swallowing fluids,
My belly bulges and I suck,
My belly is contracted and I cry,
Call outside and surrender inside,
The breath was long and long,
He is quick at the cave, but slow at the border,
Knowledge, feeling, hiding, guiding, integrating, stimulating, changing,
In turn,
I know nature,
No desire, no desire,
Self-cultivation, self-enlightenment,
Go with the flow.
(Below are two human figures.)
This True Dragon Art was passed down from the Xu family's ancient primeval treasure saber ancestor. I obtained it when I was twenty years old. I practiced it for eighty years, but I didn't achieve anything. I only used it to fill the garden to kill the sun and moon. On the mid-autumn night, I drank a jar of wine and got drunk. I seemed to have realized something. However, time is merciless. Heroes age easily. Their hair is white and their faces are pale. Their meridians are all broken. I have no hope of cultivating again. What a pity!
The setting sun is full of feelings
Green garden, fragrant grass, in September sky,
The ancient tomb was thousands of years old?
Things come and go in a hurry,
I walk leisurely in the courtyard, gazing at the distant mountains.
--Old Man in Green Garden at Xinbu Pavilion
Xu Yunfei read the article from beginning to end three times, but there were a hundred question marks in his heart.
Although he was not in junior high school yet, he had read many famous works from ancient times to the present. He also liked to write something, so he could basically understand the meaning of the words.
"What is this? The legendary martial arts manual?"
"True Dragon Technique? Did dragons really exist in ancient times?"
"What are Yin and Yang Qi?"
"Who is the Xu clan's primeval treasured saber ancestor? Was he the ancestor of the Xu family? Was he the same person who killed the demonic dragon?”
"Who is the Green Garden Old Man? Which dynasty was he from? Is your surname Xu too?"
These questions made Xu Yunfei dizzy.
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