Zhang Wenlong chose "Elementary Guiyuan Jin" and started practicing. He learned the meditation method in the book and sat cross-legged, but at this time he began to struggle again, that is, the Dantian problem. Living in the 21st century, he also

He is not a Chinese medicine practitioner, so he still doesn't know where the Dantian is.

"No, God, you think too highly of me. I'm just an ordinary civilian. How can I know where the Dantian is? Damn it, forget it, just go out and buy a book of human acupuncture points."

Zhang Wenlong got up depressed and went out without changing his slippers. He remembered that the old man collecting waste downstairs seemed to have a map of human acupuncture points. He should have bought it from some doctor!

Anyway, they are all books, and there is no shortage of words or anything, so there is no difference between buying new ones and buying old ones. Although Zhang Wenlong is now a billionaire, he is not a lavish spender, so he saves as much as possible.

save.

"Hey, Xiao Zhang wants to be a doctor!"

After Zhang Wenlong found the "Human Acupuncture Points Map", when he was about to give money to the old Wangtou who collected the rags, Old Wangtou made fun of him.

"How could I possibly do that kind of unskilled work?" Zhang Wenlong felt unhappy. No matter what, his previous job was better than collecting rags. Why did his old boss look down on him?

"Oh, look what you said, if being a doctor is not a technical job, then what kind of job can be called a technical job?"

Lao Wangtou glared at Zhang Wenlong with disdain. Lao Wangtou did not think much of the young man in front of him because he had a feeling of poverty all over him.

Although Lao Wangtou is a rag collector, he is also someone who dislikes poverty and loves the rich. In other words, who doesn't like to deal with rich people in this era? And who likes to hang out with poor people?

"Okay, okay, whatever you say! How much does this book cost?"

Zhang Wenlong was too lazy to argue with him, thinking that chatting with such a person about painful topics would lower his status. Zhang Wenlong didn't look down on rag collectors, he just looked down on people with eyes on the top of their heads.

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"Ten yuan." Old Zhangtou gave Zhang Wenlong a contemptuous look.

"What? Ten yuan? You might as well forget it, the new books are not worth the price." Zhang Wenlong jumped up after hearing what Lao Zhangtou said.

This is not a martial arts secret book. The sky-high price of ten yuan is too prohibitive!

"Forget it if you don't buy it. Looking at your poor appearance, I know you can't afford it. Go ahead and go. If you can't afford it, go ahead. Don't delay my business."

"Doing business? You also call this business, huh! I really opened my eyes today."

Zhang Wenlong snorted coldly and walked away without looking back. This old Zhang obviously did it on purpose. If he doesn't sell it, he won't sell it. What's so great about it? He's just a rag picker!

"At worst, I'll go to Xinhua Bookstore to buy a new book." Zhang Wenlong muttered to himself, and then walked in the direction of Xinhua Bookstore.

Human body acupuncture point diagrams are relatively unpopular books. Zhang Wenlong went into the bookstore to search for a long time before finding five books under the guidance of a shopping guide. Because he didn't know which one was more accurate, Zhang Wenlong decided to package and buy the five books together. Anyway,

My brother is now so poor that all he has left is money.

I returned to my den with a bag of books and started to read them carefully. Just kidding, practicing Qigong is not like what is written in novels. You can succeed just by sitting cross-legged anywhere. First of all, you must have a solid foundation.

The basics of acupuncture points, so it is very important to be familiar with the distribution of acupoints first. You can't read a book while practicing.

After comparison, Zhang Wenlong selected the two books with the most complete acupoint annotation from the five books. Although he didn't know if such knowledge was enough to practice "Elementary Guiyuan Jin", there is no other way now, so let's practice it first.

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Fortunately, Zhang Wenlong roughly compared the contents of these two books with the "Elementary Guiyuan Jin" in his mind. At least the first five levels of cultivation techniques are enough. As for the subsequent ones, there is basically no need for knowledge of acupuncture points and meridians.

However, Zhang Wenlong is even more confused about the cultivation of the soul. What is the soul? Well, at present, Zhang Wenlong has no idea at all.

It has to be said that China’s spoon-feeding education made great contributions to Zhang Wenlong at this time. For a whole day, Zhang Wenlong spent only eating and memorizing acupuncture points. Zhang Wenlong now seems to have returned to his senior year in high school, but fortunately, this time he only has two books.

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After memorizing by rote for a day, as the sky gradually darkened, Zhang Wenlong actually memorized the distribution of many acupuncture points, and finally knew where the Dantian was.

Bang! Bang! Bang!” There was a rapid knock on the door, and Zhang Wenlong was in a trance. It seemed that the scene was very familiar. This was the landlord Sister Liu coming to notify that there was a power outage?!

"Who is it?" Zhang Wenlong asked trying to calm himself.

"Xiao Zhang, I'm your Sister Liu. I'm sorry to disturb you, haha..." A clear and sweet female voice answered outside the door.

"Oh, Sister Liu, what's the matter with you?" Zhang Wenlong felt nervous for no reason.

"Haha... It's nothing serious. I just came to inform you that there will be a power outage in our area in a while, so I want to inform you to do the temporary work quickly."

Sister Liu paused for a moment and then continued: "Okay, I won't disturb you anymore. I'll go upstairs to inform your Uncle Ma and the others."

"Okay, please, Sister Liu." Zhang Wenlong suppressed his excitement. This is so amazing. I wonder if that damn time-travel software will appear again?

Zhang Wenlong thought about it and first took out his cell phone and turned it off. If I remember correctly, someone from the company would call him later and ask for the meeting minutes.

Turning on the computer, Zhang Wenlong sent the meeting minutes to Lao Hong's mailbox, left him a message on QQ, and immediately turned off the computer. His eyes glanced at the two books on the table, and he felt fierce in his heart: "We must work hard."

"Well! It seems that if I work hard for another week, I can memorize all the acupuncture points." Zhang Wenlong is very satisfied with his current learning progress. You know, even when facing the college entrance examination, Zhang Wenlong has never paid so much attention.

"Go and get the award tomorrow!" Zhang Wenlong thought about it. If he was obsessed with practicing and accidentally missed the time to receive the award, it would be really tragic.

After considering everything, Zhang Wenlong rubbed his sore eyes. He didn't plan to go out to eat, and of course he couldn't cook it himself. So he called and ordered a takeaway, and lay on the bed to rest for a while, and consolidated his thoughts throughout the day.

There are hundreds of acupuncture points and the locations of meridians recorded by Heaven.

The takeout was not far downstairs and came very quickly. Zhang Wenlong and Lin Ling often ate takeout when they were together, so they were very familiar with this restaurant. After paying, Zhang Wenlong was about to eat when suddenly, a short sound came from downstairs.

Cries for help…

"Huh?" Zhang Wenlong was very nervous, but the only thing he didn't lack was a sense of justice. He immediately put down the takeout and opened the window. The voice calling for help came from here. Below was a dark alley, which was basically where nearby vendors piled up debris.

and a place for garbage.

It was getting dark now, and there were no street lights or anything in the alley. Zhang Wenlong looked down and saw nothing but pitch black. He couldn't see anything.

Zhang Wenlong frowned, wondering if he heard it wrong. He was about to continue eating when suddenly, a "clang" sound came from below...

"Who?" Zhang Wenlong yelled, and quickly turned around and took out an emergency light from under the bed. Because this house often had power outages, Zhang Wenlong bought it a long time ago and prepared it.

Zhang Wenlong stood by the window with an emergency light and looked towards the alley where the sound was coming from. He was furious and saw a big man holding a thin figure against the wall. The thin figure was the one who had been homeless for the past two months.

Here comes a little beggar.

And that big man was the vendor selling roast duck at the night market.

The hawker covered the little beggar's mouth with one hand and was taking off the little beggar's clothes with the other hand.

The emergency light in Zhang Wenlong's hand suddenly illuminated everything in the alley. The hawker subconsciously looked back and reached out to block his eyes because the light was too bright. The little beggar was free at once, opened his mouth and bit the hawker's hand covering his mouth.

Take a sip.

"Ouch!" the vendor yelled in pain, and the little beggar turned around and ran away. Who knew that in the panic, he twisted his foot and fell to the ground.

Regardless of whether Zhang Wenlong saw it or not, the hawker picked up a stone on the ground and threw it at the little beggar...

"What are you doing? I've already called the police. I know you sell ducks at the night market outside..." Zhang Wenlong was on the second floor and had no chance to help. In a panic, he had no choice but to scream.

"Fuck!" The vendor finally stopped throwing the stone in his hand and spat in the direction of Zhang Wenlong, muttering a few harsh words before turning around and leaving the alley.

After the hawker left, the little beggar stood up, bowed in the direction of Zhang Wenlong, and then limped away.

"Damn, this guy is simply not human. He won't even let go of a little beggar. It makes me sick just thinking about it. I will never buy his ducks again!" Zhang Wenlong waited until the thin figure of the little beggar disappeared in the alley before he stopped.

Good emergency light to continue eating.

Just after dinner, the power went out as expected. Zhang Wenlong took out the emergency light and continued reading. He tried to write down the locations of acupuncture points and meridians as early as possible so that he could start practicing as soon as possible.
Chapter completed!