After calming down his thoughts, Zhang Wufeng picked up the "Qing Sang Jing" that he took from Xiao Xi and read it carefully.
Reading the "Qing Sang Sutra" again, my feelings are completely different.
At this time, Zhang Wufeng had more of a mentality of reviewing the past and learning the new. Comparing the Qingnang Sutra code and Huatuo's Five Elements Acupuncture, Zhang Wufeng began to compare the "Qingnang Sutra" again, directly connected these texts, and then watched the original version.
The feeling of the original version is naturally a little different. Zhang Wufeng immersed himself in it and gradually understood an additional possibility.
Different from the marrow blasting method, this method is called "head acupuncture", which is also a so-called "hypnotic acupuncture". This method can unearth things that people are unwilling to think about and things that the subconscious mind has abandoned.
In other words, this kind of acupuncture is roughly the same as hypnosis, but it will awaken some forgotten but profound past or subconscious experiences or dream experiences.
Zhang Wufeng had no way to be sure of what he could infer from this feeling, but he was willing to use himself as a test to experiment.
Taking out nine jade needles, Zhang Wufeng held his breath and controlled them with his crystal power, then inserted them into several places on the top of his head that were not acupuncture points.
These nine places are similar to the locations of the monk's ring scars, and are almost identical, but because they are not on acupoints, the pain when Zhang Wufeng's jade needle is inserted into his head is still very intense.
Moreover, due to the insertion of the jade needle, Zhang Wufeng could even feel the severe pain like a head rupture and hot blood flowing out of his head.
However, after streams of scorching energy poured into his brain from the jade needles, Zhang Wufeng felt that his whole head began to heat up.
After the initial pain disappeared, Zhang Wufeng could feel that his brain was gradually immersed in a sea-like seawater, as if it had been covered by seawater.
After an inexplicable mood arose, Zhang Wufeng lay flat on the bed, his eyes calmly looking at the ceiling. Some plain patterns on the ceiling seemed to form pictures of past memories.
At this time, the eighth layer of the crystal halo also began to operate slowly. Zhang Wufeng's consciousness was involuntarily involved in the crystal space between the eyebrows, but this time, it was entered passively, so Zhang Wufeng himself knew nothing.
The dreamlike feeling gradually disappeared, and when the ethereal sound dissipated, everything seemed to have changed.
Breathing out a breath of turbid air, Zhang Wufeng felt a little sleepless again.
His eyes were somewhat dull as he looked at the new wooden boards put together at the bottom of the upper bunk, and he saw the traces bit by bit as a road. This was a very old road with many people walking on it. Those people
But it was very blurry, and they couldn't see clearly at all. There was only a rough model, but they were walking very quickly, as if they were flying or floating, but they definitely didn't look like they were walking.
Just when Zhang Wufeng's eyes were a little blurred, the phone in the dormitory rang, which suddenly woke up Zhang Wufeng, who was still immersed in fantasy. However, lying on the bed, Zhang Wufeng did not move, because the phone, except for that one person, almost didn't move.
No one would look for him, so the phone call was none of his business. And he himself always felt very tired, so he didn't care about which girl would call like the other roommates.
It is actually still ten o'clock in the morning, but because it is Friday, there is only one international trade class, so the buddies in the dormitory have also chosen to make out with their beds and go on strike collectively, so no one is qualified to answer the phone.
Perhaps unable to resist the temptation of the beautiful woman, his roommate Li Si finally said goodbye to the warm quilt with a bitter look on his face. He jumped up from the bed and rushed towards the bed where Zhang Wufeng was.
The phone was actually on the desk not far from Zhang Wufeng's bedside, but because everyone agreed that this lonely guy didn't like this, they only complained about it in their hearts, and they got used to it after a while.
"Hey, who are you looking for?" Li Si's voice from some of the eunuchs immediately caused the roommates to prick up their ears and listen carefully, and they were all ready to go. As soon as their names were mentioned, they would immediately jump out of bed.
"Can I find Zhang Wufeng and ask him to answer the phone?" The woman's reserved voice came out from the thin phone, making it difficult for any male creature to refuse.
Zhang Wufeng knew who this person was as soon as he heard the voice, and without saying anything, he sat up from the bed, leaned against the iron bed rail next to him, and reached for the phone.
"Hey, is this Zhang Wufeng?"
"Um."
"Would you like to come to our school to play? I, I miss you very much."
There was a moment of silence, and the dormitory was suddenly so quiet that one could even hear people's heartbeats. Several buddies looked at Zhang Wufeng with admiration, thinking that this kid could actually sneak across Chen Cang. After a while, a faint voice came again.
Come.
"Come on, maybe after this time, it will be difficult for us to meet again."
Do you want to go or not? Zhang Wufeng was silent, but the other end of the phone was obviously silent for a long time, and then sighed faintly. Zhang Wufeng felt a chill in his heart, and subconsciously replied: "Yes."
"Really?" The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly sounded a little surprised, and then said: "Well, just call me when you come. I will wait for your call in the dormitory. When you come, I will pick you up at the station.
You, when will you come?"
"Wait a minute, I'll be here right now. I'll call you when I get there. That's it." After saying that, Zhang Wufeng hung up the phone.
Zhang Wufeng thought about it. Next week is the sports meeting of his school. Three days of boring time, plus a free day on Friday, there will be no classes next week. Then think about the girl he and the other party have a mutual affection for.
My child, Zhang Wufeng resolutely tidied up two sets of clothes, then tidied up his personal appearance, put on his backpack, and then said hello to Li Si and asked him to help him answer the roll call in class. Only then did a few roommates
He left with envious eyes.
When Zhang Wufeng came out of the dormitory, he felt that it was getting colder, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He came out anyway, and it was impossible to run back to get clothes. He stopped the car three times, but Zhang Wufeng didn't stop him.
There are direct buses from Zhang Wufeng's school to Xiaolan's school, but because Zhang Wufeng's school is in the suburbs, these buses don't stop.
When the fourth car passed by, it still didn't stop. But the silhouette of the car suddenly passed through Zhang Wufeng's body, bringing up a strong wind, which made Zhang Wufeng's heart suddenly tremble. This scene was so familiar!
Zhang Wufeng was very confused as to why he often felt like this, and even had some inexplicable dreams every month. But he couldn't figure it out, so Zhang Wufeng gave up. It was very tiring to think like this.
Zhang Wufeng had no choice but to slowly walk to the station carrying books and newspapers. When he reached the station, more than two hours had passed. Zhang Wufeng's legs were already a little sore, and there were waves of pain between his bones.
Even so, Zhang Wufeng gritted his teeth, bought the ticket with difficulty, and then got on the bus with difficulty.
Lying on the soft seat in the car, Zhang Wufeng breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking that his body was so poor, Zhang Wufeng couldn't help but feel a little sad. The figure in his mind was always lingering in his heart, missing him.
, in fact, all the time, but Zhang Wufeng knew his situation.
His father's health is deteriorating, his mother is still working hard at the bleaching powder factory, and his grandparents have already passed away. Although several relatives are relatively wealthy, they all treat his family like enemies...
Because of his poor family, Zhang Wufeng is also very sensible, but he is a bit withdrawn and autistic, and he is also a little depressed and decadent. After all, the family burden and everything else are on him alone. The pressure is really unimaginable.
My family is very poor, and it was difficult to borrow money for college. When I borrowed the money, I was afraid that my parents would also suffer a lot of grievances. In addition, I was not in good health. Looking for a girlfriend would be difficult.
Isn’t it a drag on others?
Zhang Wufeng withdrew his thoughts and looked at the gloomy sky and the receding trees outside the window. The afterimages instantly formed another road. It was a simple road. There were all kinds of human beings on the road.
People were coming and going, walking in a hurry, as if something big happened at the end of the road.
Zhang Wufeng knew that he was fantasizing again, so he simply closed his eyes, and the familiar figure appeared in front of him again.
In fact, when we were in high school, we had a good impression of each other, but we never broke up with each other. Since entering college, Zhang Wufeng has not met the girl again, and only talked on the phone a few times. The girl likes him very much.
, he knew it in his heart, but when he thought about his own situation, he had always acted as if he didn't know anything about it. But this time, he agreed to her inexplicably, maybe because of her sad sigh, or,
It's because of the sad longing that still remains in my heart.
The girl's name is Yang Xiaolan. She is 1.66 meters tall and has a very good figure, but she is not very beautiful. She has a pair of dark, shiny and slightly melancholy eyes under the light eyebrows. Her long hair is a little curly, and her face is
There are some small freckles on her face. Coupled with two or three small pimples, her appearance is not outstanding.
Yang Xiaolan and Zhang Wufeng went to college together in the first grade of junior high school. At that time, they were at the same table at the beginning of the third grade of junior high school, and they were in the same class for the entire three years of high school. That was at that time.
, the two of them also went through adolescence, and naturally developed a good impression after getting along day and night. Neither of them was good at words, and after understanding some vague feelings, they both avoided meeting each other. Therefore, when they arrived at university, this matter slowly