pjbooks Chapter 3 Observations from Qigong Classes
Chapter 3 Observations from Qigong Classes
Back in his seat, Lu Yan covered his face with his book and was distracted for the rest of the class.
Fortunately, he had either already mastered all the knowledge points on his own or memorized them thoroughly, so it didn't matter.
He squeezed the envelope again and again. Besides the letter, there was probably a square object, not very big, about two or three centimeters high, with a pointed end. He couldn't guess what it was.
Faced with such a strange situation, he didn't have the courage to open the envelope, fearing that he would lose control and disrupt the class. He could only wait until he got home from school to ask his mother what was going on.
Lu Yan's deskmate, Xiang Fei, nudged him with his elbow and whispered, "Hey, Yan-ge, what's wrong? You've been so distracted ever since you saw Lao Zhao? And Kai Zi, he skipped class all day, and Lao Zhao didn't mention it. Did he do something wrong?"
Lu Yan lay on his desk, muttering without turning his head, "Kai Zi... might not be coming back."
Xiang Fei jumped up in surprise and exclaimed, "What? This guy is really going to work in the south? I knew he'd been acting strangely these past few days, I thought he'd fallen for some female classmate."
He actually abandoned the other two of our Yongning Four Heroes and went to enjoy the free world all by himself. It's really... really!" Xiang Fei's face was filled with envy, which was almost overflowing.
Lu Yan glanced at him.
"Judging by the time, he should have finished his reprimand at the police station by now. If you want to find him, you can still make it to dinner."
Xiang Fei suddenly realized: "Tch, I thought it was something big, like getting scolded by his father. What's so special about that?"
Serves him right, a beating is good for him. He still owes me two yuan, it's been two or three days, and I'm desperate for money.
Lu Yan reached into his pocket, slapped out two one-yuan coins, and pushed them to Xiang Fei, gesturing with his eyes, "I'll cover for him first, you'll have to make do with this." After thinking for a moment, he pulled out a five-yuan bill and pushed it over as well.
Xiang Fei is an orphan. All his elders died during the first Black Domain attack. The orphanage he was adopted from only sent him to school and gave him no other pocket money.
The two coins he carried were earned by catching small fish and shrimp on the mudflats and hunting birds and rabbits with a slingshot in the mountains. He said he was saving them until he could cook rice, and maybe he really meant it.
Xiang Fei carefully collected the coins, stuffed the banknotes into Hui Luyan's pocket, and casually said, "That's enough."
The two chattered away for a while, when suddenly the surrounding classmates scattered and rushed out in a jostling crowd.
Xiang Fei tugged at Lu Yan's sleeve, "The Qigong class has started. Okay, let's go and check in."
When the two came downstairs, the crowd had already taken their seats in the center of the playground. After a day of being baked by the warm sun, the playground was dry and white except for a few corners. Lu Yan picked a corner and sat down with a thud. The gravel made his buttocks hurt slightly, but he didn't care much.
Qigong teacher Mao Xiaoming was chatting with a plump female teacher:
"Teacher He, when a person farts, they expel two ten-thousandths of feces. Do you know what that means?"
Teacher He looked at him with a questioning gaze.
Mao Xiaoming, holding his thermos, smiled to himself: "This shows that when you like someone, you can't hide it."
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Leaving aside the bewildered and constipated female teacher, Mao Xiaoming addressed the students of Class 4, Grade 11: "Good afternoon, students."
He shook his wool overcoat.
"I am your new Qigong teacher. Qigong should have been offered in the first semester of senior year. After all, if you start practicing Qigong before you are fully developed, it is easy to make mistakes. You might end up like Guo... and regret it so much that you can even have trouble finding a partner."
The students burst into laughter.
The Guo that Mao Xiaoming mentioned is Grandmaster Guo Xiaohuai, who entered the Sensing Realm at the age of eight, advanced to the Domain Realm at the age of twelve, and became a Grandmaster at the age of twenty-two. He is a true prodigy.
Unfortunately, he started practicing cultivation too early, and his height stopped at 1.4 meters. Various award ceremonies had to make a 50-centimeter wooden stump for him, and he even had to buy children's clothes for everyday wear.
If one were to truly cultivate such a appearance, unable even to approach women, what would be the point of cultivating at all? Mao Xiaoming clicked his tongue twice in disbelief.
"Unfortunately, all schools are busy now, so it would be good to gain an extra month."
After all, the first realm of martial arts consists of four steps: sensing, special abilities, repulsion, and field.
Sensing foreign energy, incorporating it into the body's specialized meridians and organs, overcoming numerous rejection reactions, and then forming one's own energy field—the most difficult step is the first one: sensing!
As long as you sense a different kind of energy, even if you don't qualify for a top-tier university, you're almost guaranteed admission to a regular qigong university or martial arts academy. After graduation, you'll be assigned a stable job, and your life won't be too bad.
As the saying goes, being one step ahead gives you a head start, which is good for you and for the school.
Lu Yan's eyes were bright and piercing, as if they were about to shine. The students were also slightly invigorated. Apart from the sound of the wind, you could hear a pin drop on the playground.
The 985 Project universities were 39 universities specially designated in 1985 to recruit martial arts students.
Yes, as long as you enter the Sensing Stage, that's enough. But this step is incredibly difficult. Of the hundreds of graduating students from Yongning No.1 High School last year, only seventeen broke through to the Sensing Stage, and not a single one reached the Special Stage.
In the vast city of Mengcheng, with its one district and eight towns, and seven or eight thousand examinees, only two individuals achieved extraordinary results!
When the results were released, the parents of the two students were almost moved to tears in front of the list. They were even more excited than the parents of the students next door who got into Tsinghua and Peking Universities. This made Lu's mother, who was selling vegetables nearby, extremely envious. She mentioned it four or five times after they got home.
Suppressing the jumbled thoughts in his mind, Lu Yan shifted his position, and Mao Xiaoming's voice continued to come from ahead.
"But this hurdle is very difficult. What is meant by 'sensing'? That's just a nice way of putting it!"
In fact, it's about mobilizing all your strength and vitality to ignite the alien energy, just like lighting a lamp or candle. If the power is insufficient or the physique is inadequate, it will definitely not ignite!
In order to develop a strong physique, wealthy families in Haicheng and Beijing can buy elixirs, hire famous teachers, and have them escorted by transport companies to cultivate in various places, which only takes three to five months.
The next-class families eat beef, mutton, meat, eggs, and milk every day, and occasionally take elixirs; they can last about eleven or twelve months.
But do you know how much a single ordinary Lingxi Pill costs?
Mao Xiaoming randomly pointed to a chubby boy, who stood up tremblingly and shook his head blankly.
Mao Xiaoming ordered two more, but unfortunately, almost no one among the fifty or sixty people present took such high-end pills, so they all shook their heads.
Sigh, not a single one of them is taking medication; they're all just growing wildly! Mao Xiaoming lowered his eyelashes slightly, looking at the group of children in front of him with both sympathy and regret. This is how the gap widens step by step.
"Tch..." A disdainful laugh suddenly came from the side and behind. Lu Yan tilted his head and glanced at it. It was Liu Liangping, whose family owned a small toy factory.
Lu Yan bought his sister a knock-off screaming chicken toy from his shop, but it broke her throat after only two weeks. The quality was very questionable. Fortunately, it was mainly sold within the city, so it wouldn't rip off outsiders.
After thinking for a moment, Lu Yan tugged at Xiang Fei beside him and gestured to Liu Liangping. Xiang Fei immediately understood, picked up a pebble with his hands behind his back, rubbed his wrist, and tossed it toward Liu Liangping.
With a soft thud, followed by a cry of "Ouch, damn it!", Liu Liangping jumped to his feet, shouting angrily, "What the hell was that bastard who threw a stone at me?!"
Xiang Fei and Lu Yan exchanged a glance and remained silent. Due to their simple class consciousness, they both felt a sense of satisfaction.
Seeing that someone had stood up and volunteered, Mao Xiaoming felt it was necessary to reward the active participants, and repeated in a gentle tone:
"Oh, you know, student?"
Liu Liangping covered his head, looked around, and seeing that he hadn't found the culprit, said irritably, "It's just 120,000 yuan a pill, isn't it?" He paused, then muttered under his breath, "It's only considered a treasure in this poor, remote place like Yongning. I've taken seven or eight of them already!"
Mao Xiaoming's qigong was highly skilled; even a soft voice could be heard clearly. He scanned Liu Liangping up and down for a moment, then looked down at the thermos.
"Seven or eight of them haven't even reached the point of being able to sense anything yet. Tsk tsk, your aptitude is comparable to the boiling water in my cup."
Liu Liangping tentatively asked, "Like it, pure and flawless?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
Suddenly, someone in the audience shouted, "Have some shame, Liu Liangping! Teacher Mao is just kidding you! He's saying that even if you open up, you'll still be a hothead!"
Joyful laughter erupted spontaneously across the entire playground.
Liu Liangping stood there all alone, his body swaying precariously, his face flushed red, wishing he could find an empty spot to crawl into immediately.
Seeing this, Mao Xiaoming took a deep breath, his eyes filled with longing:
This is the taste of youth.