The dream he had once was very clear. Starting from the ninth-grade white jade soup, he walked into the Grand Master step by step, and then he didn't dream again for a long time.
But now, when he was just casually indulged in the interpretation of consciousness, he gradually fell into a trance.
His consciousness was actually very clear, but too many enlightenments and discoveries, too many ideas and things he wanted to try came to him one after another, making him more and more overwhelmed, so he slowly entered a state of confusion.
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Consciousness is like light and electricity, flying in an indescribable "high-speed channel", and there are millions of consciousnesses together.
So, slowly, he became "drunk".
On one side, he was extremely awake, more awake than in the normal state, and every slight change in his consciousness was clearly perceived.
On the other side, it was smokey and peaceful, as if in an illusion.
This state 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 into his own consciousness.
Consciousness transformed into a space, a real space, and he descended here like the Lord of space.
A small lake.
In the center of the lake is a small island.
The island is very flat and can basically be regarded as just above the lake. Its geology cannot be distinguished from sand or soil.
On the small island, there are some scattered vegetation.
Xu Guangling's eyes wandered, and then he walked towards a clump of grass on the edge of the island.
This is actually incorrect, because a more accurate statement is that as his thoughts moved, he seemed to become a wisp of wind, and then this wisp of wind blew on one of the grasses.
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Then, the grass began to sway gently.
It is in this swaying that scenes occur frequently.
An old man was boxing under an old pine tree, starting, following, turning, and closing, from the beginning to the end, one move at a time. His posture was calm but rarely changed, and his movements were slow but less melodious.
Mr. Zhang!
The former Mr. Zhang is now his teacher.
This was exactly the scene when the old man demonstrated Tai Chi to Xu Guangling when they first met him in the park that day.
Afterwards, the scene continued to change.
Another old man's punch.
Mr. Chen!
Then, it's his own boxing.
The grass swayed, and scenes appeared frequently. When the grass returned to stillness, those complicated scenes also disappeared. By this time, Xu Guangling had also understood
This little grass contains all his memories of Tai Chi.
No, it would be better to say that this grass was transformed from his "Tai Chi memory".
So far, all his learning, thinking, and achievements about Tai Chi have condensed into this little grass in his consciousness.
My thoughts are like the wind, blowing on another grass next to this grass.
Xingyiquan!
Then, one by one, the wind of thoughts blew through all the grasses in this bush.
Bajiquan!
Mantis punch!
Tiger and crane double-shaped fist!
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One after another, this clump of grass has a total of one hundred and seventy-four, and there are one hundred and seventy-four types of boxing techniques.
Xu Guangling fell into deep thought.
These boxing techniques were basically all taught by Mr. Chen. When he first learned them, he learned every one of them seriously, and every one of them was an eye-opener for him.
Through these boxing techniques, his understanding of fists, palms, fingers, elbows, shoulders, back, waist, knees, feet and other body parts as well as the entire body almost started from scratch, and then rose to a considerable level.
Then, he has the same understanding of strength, femininity, calmness, lightness, openness and closeness, caution and so on.
But, that is a thing of the past.
From today's perspective, among the one hundred and seventy-four boxing techniques, there are too many redundancies, errors and inappropriatenesses, and there are also too many that are repetitive or extremely similar to each other.
Those redundancies, those inappropriatenesses, those repetitions are meaningless.
So, does it make sense to keep these things?
From the perspective of pure knowledge collection, it is meaningful. But what is the purpose of knowledge collection?
To show off to people?
And just to show himself that he is familiar with one hundred and seventy-four boxing techniques?
Where Xu Guangling was thinking, the breeze blew again. This time, it was not blowing on one of the grasses in the clump, but on all the grasses in the clump.
Just in the breeze, this clump of grass turned from concrete to virtual, and a moment later, from virtual to solid again.
But after it solidified again, there were no longer one hundred and seventy-four grasses, but only two. One was green, as transparent as sapphire, and the other was dark brown, very turbid.
My thoughts are like the wind, blowing again, first blowing on the green grass.
It is no longer a complete set of boxing techniques, but just Sanshou, one after another, showing the various applications of fists, palms, fingers, etc.
Then, the wind of the mind blew on the dark brown grass again. This was also a series of Sanshou, showing the various applications of fists, palms, fingers, etc., but this time, the display was
Reverse display.
Not the opposite of meaningless.
However, if you pay attention to one thing, you will miss the other, and if you are stretched thin, you will be overwhelmed.
Each of these Sanshou moves has its own footing, but the footing is right, but starting from these footings, the walking direction is wrong.
A green one.
One plant is dark brown.
Cyan is what Xu Guangling considers to be "correct" from his current height.
Similarly, dark brown is what Xu Guangling thinks is "incorrect" from his current height.
It makes sense to be right.
There is a reason why it is incorrect.
The two are in contrast, that is, a person's response to the body from part to whole, in terms of "attack" and "defense", or in terms of "output" and "adjustment and response", from poor instinct to reasonable
Coordination, such an understanding.
Xu Guangling's mind moved again. This time, it seemed that some kind of exit mechanism was activated.
The two grasses in front of me disappeared, the island on which the grass grew was gone, the lake in which the island existed was also gone, and the entire space of consciousness was gone.
Returned to normal or previous physical and mental state.
Xu Guangling meditated normally.
About boxing.
From Mr. Zhang at the beginning, to Mr. Chen later, to his battle with those soldiers, and then to his dismantling in Tianchi.
All memories are as clear as a thread.
He learned a total of 174 sets of Tai Chi, Xingyi Quan and other boxing techniques.
but.
Tai Chi, he didn't remember.
He didn’t remember Xingyiquan either.
All one hundred and seventy-four sets of boxing techniques have disappeared from his memory. What still exists are only two sets of Sanshou, one that can be applied and one that serves as a negative example.
Sensing this change, Xu Guangling smiled slightly.
A sentence from Laozi's "Tao Te Ching" suddenly emerged: "In order to learn, you will get better and better, and in order to learn, you will lose every day."
Study, not for the sake of studying.
Studying is not about becoming a “scholar”.
Learning is for "use".
The so-called user means "Tao".
When the Tao arises, all the previous learning melts like snow, and what is fused is the Tao.
When one thing arises, all consciousnesses cease.
When all consciousness is extinguished, the realm of consciousness will be pure and peaceful, and in the pure and peaceful state, there will be all kinds of Tao sprouts growing in it.
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