Chapter 7 There is finally hope for the future
"First of all, how much do you remember about Quiba?"
"I almost forgot everything, but I still remember a little bit."
In the foggy space full of tombs, Wu He and Wu He sat on the ground with their backs against the tombstones. Wu He went even further, holding a stone he found from nowhere in his hand and writing and drawing on a tombstone. .
At the same time, while describing, he explained to Wu He: "Kuiba's power system is called Pulse Technique."
"The so-called pulse technique is to see through the appearance of things, use the body to feel the ubiquitous pulse in space, which is to feel the shape of the pulse; adjust the relationship between the human pulse field and the space pulse field to form a unified body; and then use the pulse gate Or the joint resonance of weapons is used to penetrate the pulse gate; the vibration of the human body's pulse field is used to trigger the vibration of the space pulse field, forming a pulse technique and finally vibrating the pulse to attack."
"This is a more literal explanation in the textbook. If you have to make an analogy, just compare it to internal force."
"Think of the eight major meridians as the eight extraordinary meridians..."
After hearing Wu He say this, Wu He, who had been silent, frowned slightly and interrupted: "No, although I have forgotten many things, I remember that there seemed to be twelve pulse gates in Kuibali. Why are there only eight left here?"
In response, Wu He shook his head, pointed to the graphics he drew on the tombstone and said:
"There are indeed twelve vein gates, but generally they are divided into eight major vein gates."
"Twelve of them are: Xuangu and Lunquan on the hands; facing the wind on the chest; Kunhai on the back; phantom blood on the lower back; twilight on the shoulders, and bearing on the legs in the face of loss. Dark, the body is broken; Bi Yuan on the sky spirit; Qi Ming and Xin Duan Kong on the temples on both sides."
"Among them, the hands, feet, temples and shoulders are all divided into one category, so they are called the eight major channels."
"As long as you know these things, let me tell you about my cultivation experience..."
As if he was used to being a teacher, Wu He explained quite smoothly. He waved the stone in his hand more nimbly than the pen in his previous life, and soon wrote a long string of words on the stone tablet.
But looking at those tadpole-like words, the corners of Wu He's eyes twitched, and he quickly interrupted:
"Hey, hey, what are you writing? Where are the Chinese characters?! Have you forgotten the Chinese characters?!"
Hearing Wu He's reminder, Wu He, who wrote a long series of tadpole words, was suddenly startled. Then he showed an embarrassed expression, stretched out his sleeves and wiped the marks on the tombstone, wiping one side over and over again. Embarrassed, he rubbed his head and said:
"Almost forgot……"
"Although the language of Kuiba World is still Chinese, the writing is actually more phonetic characters similar to English. It is almost the same as the spelling. It is a bit similar to Korean, but there are some more phonetic symbols in the writing, so it will not It is as unclear as Korean and cannot be used in rigorous situations."
"When I first learned this thing, I struggled a lot. No one there understood Chinese characters. I taught those little bastards using their characters, so I got used to it..."
After some explanations, Wu He finally regained his composure. He had not written Chinese characters for too long, so the words Wu He wrote were a little crooked, but it was not difficult for Wu He to identify the characters.
Teaching continued until the end with the efforts and seriousness of both parties...
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As soon as he closed and opened his eyes, Wu He found that he had left the world intertwined with tombs and gray fog, and in front of him was the kitchen, his previous he was still holding the fish in his hand. Just as Wu He said, everything in the foggy space was fake, just the product of Wu He's subconscious. The fish eaten by Wu He was still there...
He gently raised his head and looked at the sky. After living here for 16 years, he didn't learn much about other skills. However, Wu He's problem of not knowing the north, south, east, west, and west was cured.
Not only the southeast, northwest, and even the ancient skill of looking at the sky to determine the right time, Wu He also learned it.
It is almost Mao hour at this time, which is from [-] to [-] o'clock Beijing time. It is estimated that it will be Chen time soon. Chen hour is also called eating time, breakfast time, etc. It is the time for the ancients to have breakfast, which is about [-] to [-] o'clock Beijing time.
Since Wu He's family is an actor's family and has no land, he makes a living by performing arts and is a standard is no need to cultivate the fields, so breakfast will be eaten later than ordinary people, so it is just right for Wu He to arrive at this time.
"Time has not changed, which means that as long as you stay there, there will be no problems with the outside world? This is not bad..."
Although in the space, Wu He was very eager for the pulse art knowledge in Wu He's hands, but because he was worried about the situation in the outside world, even if Wu He repeatedly assured that time in the space hardly flows relative to the outside world, Wu He only forcibly recorded what Wu He taught him. After learning the knowledge, I just logged off and left.
It's not that Wu He doesn't trust Wu He at all, but after all, the world is different. How can Wu He be 100% sure without seeing it with his own eyes.
Instead of being worried and unable to learn anything, it is better to memorize it, and then think about it carefully after you feel relieved.
After giving the fish he caught to the elder who was cooking at home, and the other person took it skillfully, Wu He left in a hurry and ran straight to his room without stopping.
Wu He is one of the few literate people in the family, so only his room has some blank paper.
However, Wu He's pen is not a brush, but a slender piece of with a brush is too slow. Wu He didn't practice it in his previous life, so naturally he wouldn't show off with that thing. It's much more inconvenient to use charcoal...
As soon as he sat down at his desk, Wu He started writing furiously, racking his brains to recall every word Wu He had said before, every picture the other party had drawn on the stone tablet, and every picture the other party had drawn on the stone tablet. Write down the inexplicable vibrations your body feels when it penetrates your body.
Ten minutes later, looking at the densely packed text in front of him, Wu He finally then his eyes burst out with an inexplicable and astonishing light, and inexplicable confidence surrounded his whole body and he was furious.
Looking at the rising sun in the sky, Wu He only felt that he was shining like the rising sun.
"From this moment on, I seize the future..."
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On the other side, Quiba's world...
Blood Flower Township, Qingqiu County, the Holy Beast Country in the Earth Boundary...
On an old locust tree in a cemetery, a young man with gray hair and blue eyes took a bite of the apple in his hand. He looked at the setting sun on the horizon and recalled the scene in the foggy space. Although he didn't get much insight. Gained, but there was also a faint smile on his face...
"It seems that there is finally hope for the future..."
"Asshole! Wu He! You little brat came to the cemetery again to steal the offerings..."
(End of this chapter)
