Chapter 8: Meditation stake

　　 The next day, before the sky broke, Bai Ziyue was awakened by the rattle of the door opening.
　　 I opened my eyes and saw that in the dark room, the other children on the big bed had all got up and started a complicated day of work.
　　 Because he and Zhang Guoyi both applied to learn martial arts today, Mr. Qian did not arrange for them to work.
　　 However, Bai Ziyue also quickly got up and put on his clothes.
　　 "Ziyue, what time is it now?"
　　 Zhang Guoyi was awakened by Bai Ziyue's movement and opened his eyes.
　　 "It's just the Yinshi. Yesterday, Mr. Qian also said that at the end of the Yinshi, there will be apprentices practicing martial arts in the martial arts field. Let's go there early and try to learn more."
　　 Bai Ziyue said, getting out of bed altogether.
In Yinshi, based on his previous life time, it is the period from four to six. He has always known that in any era, there will be that kind of hardworking people. Even at six o'clock, someone will start martial arts training. He doesn't want to miss it because of being lazy. .
　　 "Wait for me then."
　　 Zhang Guoyi also got up quickly.
　　 After half an hour, the two went to the martial arts field together.
　　 The so-called martial arts field is actually a flat courtyard, with some stone piers for training on the corners, and a weapon rack on the edge.
　　 Of course, there are no real bladed weapons on the shelf, but knives, guns, swords, etc. made of hardwood.
　　 Bai Ziyue thought they had come early enough, but he didn't expect someone to be earlier than them.
　　 At the corner of the martial arts field, there is a teenager who is standing.
　　 The pile he stood on was completely different from the fixed pile Bai Ziyue had imagined. What he was practicing was a moving pile.
His footsteps are not only standing there, but his body is shaking regularly, sometimes slowly and quickly, sometimes up and down, sometimes like a person riding a horse, up and down, and sometimes like a serpentine disk. Sitting and twisting, extremely flexible.
　　 "Hey, there is someone..."
　　 The sky was still a bit dark, and Zhang Guoyi found out that the young man standing in the corner hurriedly wanted to get closer, but was held back by Bai Ziyue.
　　 As a young man practicing martial arts, standing in the corner deliberately, he definitely didn't want to be disturbed by others. They could only ask themselves for boring.
　　 So the two stood on the other side, carefully observing each other's practice.
　　 The boy's movements are smooth and free, but in the final analysis, the movements are actually very simple. In a row, there are seven or eight movements. Bai Ziyue quickly remembered.
Zhang Guoyi beside 　　 has already imitated and started practicing.
　　 It's just obvious that even if he is like him, in Zhang Guoyi's eyes, he is thousands of times different from the young man, as if he lacks a kind of charm.
　　 "The action is not difficult, but martial arts is obviously not that simple."
　　 Bai Ziyue frowned slightly.
　　 He could see that the boy's movements were very comfortable, and every movement seemed to be done not deliberately, but had an endogenous force driving him to perform.
　　 "Jin! It should be a kind of inner working force."
　　 Bai Ziyue had a guess in his heart.
　　 Although he has never practiced martial arts, he is well-informed in his previous life, and a little analysis will give the answer.
　　 is just the answer, which is not necessarily a good thing for him.
　　Because if he doesn't understand how that power works, he won't be able to really learn this skill.
　　 "If you are like this, it will never be possible to practice a meditation post."
　　 I don't know when, the boy had finished his practice, but when he saw the two, he walked over.
　　 "I don't know what brother is called? Brother please give me some advice."
　　 Bai Ziyue was surprised, followed by a joy, and said quickly.
　　 "My name is Qin Shaoping, I just came a few months before you, so I don't need to be so polite.
　　 You should be apprentices who just joined the Lieyang Gang. New apprentices are the only one who can learn this meditation post. Only when the meditation post is small and the fixed post is turned to live, will they be allowed to practice other self-defense martial arts. "
　　 The young man waved his hand reservedly and explained it.
　　 Bai Ziyue suddenly said, "Looking at what Senior Brother Qin was practicing, the fixed pile has obviously turned into a living pile. Can you teach us to practice this meditation pile?"
　　 "The meditation stake, the true essence, lies in the word ‘samination’.
　　定 is not standing still. It runs with strength inside. Only by running with strength and flowing through the whole body can it exercise the body and strengthen the blood.
　　 Although I have practiced the meditation post to a small degree, I can't give you any guidance on the cultivation of this meditation post.
　　 Every day there will be teachers and teachers who come to guide the practice, but they all have cultivated the meditation post to the fullest, and they can apply energy from time to time.
　　 When you find the teacher, he will naturally pass on your energy and get your energy into your body. If you go to practice the meditation post, it will be much easier.
　　 Generally speaking, there are three or five times and you can start directly. "
　　 Qin Shaoping waved his hand and said with a smile.
　　 "Brother Xie Qin pointed."
　　 Bai Ziyue was not disappointed when he heard this, and quickly thanked him.
　　 Knowing that his cultivation is completely useless, Zhang Guoyi did not continue to practice.
　　 So the two stood beside them again, looking at Qin Shaoping's practice with envy.
　　 This time, what Qin Shaoping is practicing is a boxing technique, and his energy bursts as he moves in his footsteps.
　　His actions are equally simple, nothing unusual, but at this moment, Bai Ziyue no longer has the idea of ​​trying it after writing it down.
　　Because of his boxing skills, there must be vigorous movement. I don't know the secret of the vigorous movement. What he hits is only a dead punch. There is brute force, but there is no power, and it may hurt himself.
　　 With the passage of time, the number of people in the martial arts venue gradually began to increase.
　　 Most of them are eight or nine-year-old teenagers.
　　 Most of them are outside apprentices who have already practiced the meditation stakes. When they come to the martial arts field, they rarely greet each other. They all pose directly and stand up on the meditation stakes.
　　 From this, Bai Ziyue was surprised to find that Qin Shaoping's progress was definitely the fastest of all.
　　 In the practice of the meditation post, only two people have achieved this except that he has already practiced to turn the fixed post into the living post, and the meditation post is small.
　　 It's just that the age of these two people is one or two years older than ordinary apprentices.
　　 Moreover, in terms of the smoothness of the starting stakes, the two of them are far less than Qin Shaoping.
　　 "Unexpectedly, Brother Qin was still a little genius.
　　 However, judging from the diligence that he started practicing so early, it is quite normal to have such results. "
　　 Bai Ziyue heard that the other party had only come a few months earlier than them.
　　 "Master Hong Gang is here."
　　 Suddenly, an apprentice spoke, and immediately after Bai Ziyue saw a plump and sturdy man walking over from a distance.
"It's him!"
　　 Bai Ziyue's eyes flashed, and he had recognized that this so-called training was actually the fat man who stood behind the logistics manager Zhang Bo yesterday.
　　 At this time, he looked indifferent, strode to the martial arts arena, looked at the people coldly, and said, "Stand over without learning how to meditate."