Chapter 630 Dao Sheng, Consciousness Extinction

  Xu Guangling seemed to have fallen into a dream.

   His dream was very clear. Starting from the ninth-grade white jade soup, he stepped into the great master step by step, and then he didn't dream again for a long time.

   And now, when he was just casually indulging in the interpretation of consciousness, he gradually became dazed.

Consciousness is actually very clear, but too much enlightenment and discovery, too many ideas and things he wants to try, have grown up one after another, making him more and more overwhelmed, so slowly, he entered a state of confusion. .

   Consciousness is like light and electricity, flying in an indescribable "high-speed channel", and millions of consciousnesses are together.

   So, slowly, he got "drunk".

   On the other hand, he was extremely awake, more awake than normal, and the slightest changes in his consciousness were clearly perceived.

   On the other side, it is smoked and Taoran, as if in an illusion.

   This state has lasted for a long time.

  Xu Guangling instinctively felt that such an opportunity was rare, so he immersed himself in it regardless, until he completely lost the concept of time.

   And when he woke up, he didn't know whether he woke up or really entered a dream.

   Because, he came to his own consciousness.

   Consciousness transformed into a space, a real space, and he descended here like the master of space.

   A small lake.

   At the center of the lake is an island.

  The small island is very flat, and it can basically be regarded as just above the ground of the lake. Its geology cannot be seen as sand or soil.

  On the small island, there are some plants and trees sporadically growing.

  Xu Guangling looked around, then walked towards a clump of grass on the edge of the island.

This is actually not correct, because it is more accurate to say that as his mind moved, he seemed to become a wisp of wind, and then the wind blew on one of the grasses. .

   Then, the grass swayed gently.

   It is in this swaying that the scene frequently occurs.

  An old man is punching under an old pine tree, starting, carrying, turning, and closing, from the beginning to the end, one move and one move.

   Mr. Zhang!

  The former Mr. Zhang, now his teacher.

   This is exactly the scene when Xu Guangling was in the park that day, when he first saw him, the old man demonstrated Tai Chi for him.

   Then, the scene continued to change.

   Another old man's punch.

   Mr. Chen!

   And then, his own punches.

  The grass is swaying, and the scene is frequent. When the grass returns to stillness, those various scenes also disappear. And by this time, Xu Guangling had already understood—

   This grass contains all his memories of Tai Chi.

  No, let alone, this grass was originally his "Tai Chi memory".

   So far, all his learning, thinking, and achievements about Tai Chi have condensed into this grass in his consciousness.

  's thoughts were like the wind, blowing another grass next to this grass.

   Xingyiquan!

   Then, one by one, the wind of that thought blew all over the grass in this clump.

   Bajiquan!

   Mantis Fist!

  Tiger Crane Double Fist!

  …

   One by one, this clump of grass has a total of one hundred and seventy-four trees, which are also one hundred and seventy-four kinds of boxing techniques.

  Xu Guangling fell into contemplation.

   These boxing techniques are basically all taught by Mr. Chen. When he was learning, he carefully learned each of them, and each of them can be said to have opened his eyes.

   With these boxing techniques, his knowledge of fists, palms, fingers, elbows, shoulders, back, waist, knees, feet and other parts of the body as well as the whole body started from scratch, and then rose to a considerable level.

   And then, his understanding of toughness, femininity, calmness, lightness, openness and closeness, and observance of square inches is the same.

   But, that is in the past.

  From the current point of view, among the 174 kinds of boxing methods, there are too many redundancy, too many errors and inappropriateness, and there are too many repetitions or similarities among them.

   Those redundant, those inappropriate, those repetitions are meaningless.

   So, does it make sense to keep these things?

   From the point of view of pure knowledge gathering, it is meaningful. But what is knowledge collection for?

   In order to show people?

   And just to show himself, he is familiar with one hundred and seventy-four kinds of boxing?

   Xu Guangling's thoughts moved, and the breeze was blowing again. This time, it was not blowing on one of the grasses in this clump, but all the grasses in this clump.

   Just as it was blowing, this clump of grass turned from concrete to virtual, and after a while, from virtual to solid again.

   But after it was solidified again, there were no longer one hundred and seventy-four small grasses, but only two, one green, as transparent as sapphire, and the other dark brown, very turbid.

  's thoughts were like the wind, and it blew again, first on the green grass.

   is no longer a complete set of boxing techniques, but just Sanshou, one after another, showing various applications of boxing, palms, fingers, etc.

Afterwards, the wind of mind blew on the black-brown grass again. This is also a style of Sanshou, and it also shows various applications such as fist, palm, finger, etc., but this time, it is Reverse display.

   is not the opposite of meaningless.

   But, if you care about this, you will lose the other, and if you are too tight, you will be at a disadvantage.

   These Sanshou moves have their own footholds, but the footholds are right, and after starting from these footholds, the direction of walking is wrong.

   A cyan.

   A dark brown.

The    cyan color is what Xu Guangling considered "correct" at his current height.

   Similarly, the dark brown color is what Xu Guangling considered "incorrect" at his current height.

   is correct for a reason.

   is also not correct.

The comparison of the two refers to a person's body from part to the whole, in terms of "attack", "defense", or in terms of "output" and "adjustment and response", from poor instinct to reasonable. Co-ordination, such an understanding.

   Xu Guangling's thoughts moved again, this time, it seemed that some kind of exit mechanism had been activated.

   The two grasses in front of me are gone, the small island on which the grass grows is gone, the lake where the island exists is gone, and the entire consciousness space is gone.

   Back to normal or former physical and mental state.

  Xu Guangling meditated normally.

   About boxing.

   From the original Mr. Zhang Lao, to the later Mr. Chen, to later, his battle with those warriors, and then to his dismantling in Tianchi.

  All memories are as clear as threads.

   He learned a total of 174 sets of boxing methods including Taijiquan and Xingyiquan.

but.

  Tai Chi, he doesn't remember.

   Xingyiquan, he doesn't remember either.

   All those one hundred and seventy-four sets of boxing methods have all disappeared from his memory, and there are only two sets of Sanshou, one can be applied, and the other is used as a negative example.

   Aware of this change, Xu Guangling smiled slightly.

   A sentence in Lao Tzu's "Tao Te Ching" suddenly emerged: "For the sake of learning, the day will be lost."

   Learning is not for learning.

  Learning is not to become a "scholar".

  Learning is to "use".

   And the so-called user, use is "Tao".

   When Dao is born, all previous learnings melt like snow, and what it melts into is the Dao.

   One is born, all consciousness perishes.

   When all consciousness is extinguished, the domain of consciousness will be clear and peaceful, and in the clear and peaceful, there are all kinds of Taoism and budding.

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