Qin Jian has never been exposed to health-preserving skills before.

But I know in my heart that health-preserving skills are similar to Go. The local part must be precise, and the overall situation must be flexible. It is also necessary to assess the situation and adapt to local conditions. From the local to the global, and then from the global back to the local.

To the extreme of poverty, all things return to oneness.

Gao Yuntian seemed to have picked up a treasure, while Gao Xiaoyi stood aside with a slumped face. He did not take this seriously and continued to guide Qin Jian's stance and posture.

"What you are learning now are the basic exercises of Shaolin's internal strength health-preserving exercises, which are also the most powerful and basic means to practice this set of health-preserving exercises.

After you have stood still for three to five years, I will teach you the next routine. This set of Shaolin internal strength health-preserving skills is a unique skill practiced by the Sixth Patriarch Huineng. It is not originally taught to others, but you are an exception."

Qin Jian felt half-hearted after hearing this for three to five years before laying the foundation, but he concealed his feelings:

"Thank you very much, Grandpa Gao, for giving me an unexpected blessing, a fate within a fate. But what I am worried about is that there is something wrong with my brain... and I am a little lame in my right leg... It seems that this health-building exercise is not suitable for people like me...

…”

"No. It varies from person to person. What kind of shortcomings there are here will lead to unexpected unique skills elsewhere! If you stand for three years as I said, in the subsequent intermediate and advanced exercises, I am sure that you will be able to go straight up.

Cloud sky."

After Qin Jian left, Gao Xiaoyi was depressed: Over the years, his grandfather has never taught him step by step how to practice this health-preserving skill like he does with Qin Jian today.

Isn’t it obvious that the elbows are turned outward? After all, I am also your biological grandson, and I wasn’t picked up. It’s so ridiculous!

Gao Yuntian knew what his grandson was thinking, and said meaningfully: "Xiao Yi, people have different talents in doing the same thing. Some people do it well and some people do it badly. This is what God has destined.

A kind of fate."

After hearing this, Gao Xiaoyi went into the room to do his homework angrily. Gao Yuntian sat in front of the coffee table and continued to sip tea.

But Gao Xiaoyi, who was sitting at his desk, found it hard to calm down.

Originally, my family's status has improved a lot these days.

In the first mock exam of the college entrance examination a few days ago, I passed all subjects. In my grandfather's eyes, he was absolutely unprecedented, and his attitude towards him has also improved a lot.

Before that, in the eyes of his grandfather Gao Yuntian, he was just a loser, a vulgar good, a crooked melon for the love of his son and his daughter-in-law, a defective product that left the factory before it was even finished!

When Gao Xiao thought of Qin Jian, although the two of them were young, they now felt a little resentful.

That damn cripple is still a pure idiot. In terms of academic performance, he is awesome. In terms of being liked by female classmates, he is awesome. His Alpha Go skills are awesome. Now he has gained the favor of grandpa and became his close disciple? So awesome.

!

Are we, ordinary good people, still allowed to live? This is a world where everyone just wants to wander.

Napoleon the Great once said: A soldier who does not want to be a marshal is not a good soldier.

Gao Xiaoyi had never heard of it: Those who don’t want to wander will not get into trouble.

Some people are better off keeping to themselves.

To be fair, grandpa's closed disciple should be himself, why is he that frivolous and dissolute dead eunuch?

Gao Yuntian knew that his grandson was unhappy:

But how could my grandson know that when the three of them were enjoying tea together, I noticed that the aura around Qin Jian was very strong and harmonious. A person who has been standing in the martial arts for ten years may not have such a strong aura!

Although this person has shortcomings in body, he is a great talent in health care!

This is also the reason why Qin Jian, as a brain-dead man, has no influence on his intelligence.

If a person with a very strong aura practices health-preserving skills, he will definitely get twice the result with half the effort.

As for his grandson Gao Xiaoyi, he never sleeps and teaches him the exercises day and night. He will not become a health-preserving master. For his grandson, Shaolin Neijin health-preserving exercises are equivalent to doing radio gymnastics.

To become Gao Yuntian's closed disciple, you don't need to go to Gao Yuntian every day to learn and practice Kung Fu. Qin Jian knew that it might be his special physique that gained Gao Yuntian's recognition and favor.

This is a blessing and a good thing.

At noon on Wednesday, he had lunch and went to school.

Because he was happy, he pedaled hard, advanced the wheel, lifted the rear wheel, rode the bicycle, or did a giant slalom... In his heart, these tricks of his were absolutely awesome.

But in the eyes of outsiders, especially some older people, this guy is risking his own life.

As the mountain bike galloped to the front of the school, Qin Jian made a full turn, looking very cool.

But when his mountain bike turned 90 degrees, he found that the principal, Zhang Jingxue, was walking slowly behind him.

"Aiya...aiyaaaah..."

Qin Jian exclaimed that he was surprised. The front wheel of the mountain bike hit Zhang Jingxue's ribs hard, and there was a "click" sound.

"Principal Zhang, I'm really sorry. Although I... have some opinions about you... I definitely didn't do it on purpose today."

"You bastard. No matter whether it is intentional or intentional, the result of the injury to me is the same! I may have two or three broken ribs. I will call your dad later and choose to do it at six or seven in the evening."

At one o'clock, that chess king of his drinks...when he's had enough!"

"Principal, this is not the time for us to talk about this matter. I... call 120 immediately. You can go to the hospital to rest for a few days. It can be regarded as recuperation..."

"Shut up! I'm not made of paper and clay. My ribs were almost not broken. I know that. Why don't you throw your broken mountain bike aside and help me up!"

Qin Jian was secretly happy: It's okay. If the principal is knocked into the hospital, good things will not go out, and bad things will spread thousands of miles. My father has been depressed recently and drank a little wine, but he still has to send me to the intensive care unit?

At this time, He Yiming and Gao Xiaoyi had witnessed the thrilling and exciting scene just now, and their hearts were hanging for Qin Jian.

Fortunately, nothing serious happened. The two of them rushed forward and helped Zhang Jingxue to the principal's office with Kanade.

Zhang Jingxue found the pain unbearable, as if he had broken several ribs.

After the first mock test of the college entrance examination a few days ago, Zhang Jingxue, as the principal, entered the highlight moment with the school with the rise of Grade 5 Class 3.

Yesterday afternoon, the Education Bureau has issued an official notice: Tomorrow at 9 a.m. in the Education Bureau conference room, a municipal experimental middle school teaching experience sharing meeting will be held. He is the protagonist and will give a speech at the meeting and receive medals and bonuses.

Now Zhang Jingxue is secretly complaining. Going to the Education Bureau to attend a meeting is the icing on the cake, but his ribs were almost broken by that dead eunuch, and he went to the meeting to show off, and almost lost his life!

We can only let Wang Jiadong of the Youth League branch go. But besides having a few pieces of liver and green lungs in his belly, what else does Wang Jiadong have?

Zhang Jingxue heard that last week Xuan Ling'er and Qin Jian walked out of the Go activity room hand in hand and were going to have lunch together, but Wang Jiadong saw them and immediately overturned the jealousy. The man named Wang smashed his head on the desk seven or eight times in a row.

Down.

The fall caused a concussion, and he stayed in the Municipal People's Hospital like a corpse for two weeks.

Vice-principal Wang Peilai asked for personal leave and had not returned yet from accompanying his wife for medical treatment. Zhang Jingxue still endured his illness and gave a written explanation to the Education Bureau meeting group.

He did not explain the real cause of his injury. He just said that he accidentally fell when he was going upstairs.

Finally, I asked Wang Jiadong, secretary of the Youth League branch, to shine.

Of course, he also knows. Good things don’t go out, and I also talk about it. After all, what happened at noon was witnessed by many parents of students.
Chapter completed!