The summer in the north is always a bit cool.

At four o'clock in the morning, before dawn, inside a house in a courtyard in Qingjia Town, there are iron beds and wooden tables and painted curls.

On the thin military mattress on the iron bed, a young man in black sat cross-legged. The whole room was pitch black, and ordinary people were afraid that they were not used to such darkness.

After all, society has made great progress, and after entering the new century, lights have become familiar to people.

But the young man's face was filled with enjoyment smiles, his eyes were slightly closed and his legs were sitting cross-legged, giving people a feeling of a soul disappearing. The young man's ears were slightly moved, as if he was listening to some sound.

Indeed, Han Luo's ears and minds, the silent night outside was like a beautiful music that made him listen to.

After a long time, Han Luo opened his eyes, breathed in anger, stood up, put on canvas shoes, shook his arms, opened the door and walked out.

Looking at the starry sky, the sky is slightly white and blue, the crescent moon hangs in the sky, a few small white dots and stars are motionless, Han Luo looks around the courtyard.

Their courtyard was planted with flowers, grape trellis, and wells in the corners of the walls. The courtyard was swept very cleanly, but the flowers had his most beautiful childhood.

Han Luo took a breath of fresh air into his lungs, opened the yard door and walked out, came to the alley, and walked straight out of the street. Two rows of green trees swayed in the wind, and the street was very sparse.

Han Luo drew a curve with his hands, placed it on his lower abdomen, and slowly walked towards the Lower Street. At the end of the Lower Street, there was a temple built along the mountain. In the early morning, Buddhist scriptures were recited, and there was no one on the whole street.

Han Luo walked lightly, and every step he took was wiped off the ground, as if he was carefully stepping on the mud, and he did not dare to let the mud splash on his shoes.

Every time his feet walked out, there was a tiny gap off the ground. He did not step on the ground, then fell steadily, then exchanged his legs and took another step.

Han Luo only felt his legs were empty, as if they were gone, and he was about to float up. Han Luo just walked along the street step by step.

Once you walk ten miles, you will be back ten miles.

When Han Luo returned to the temple, the fragrance of Fantasy had already spread out in the temple, and the monk chanted the scriptures loudly. Han Luo carried his hands on his back and walked in the temple. When he passed by the Main Hall, he was slightly respectful, which was considered a worship of Sakyamuni. He always admired the wise.

After Han Luo gave a slight congratulation, he walked to the back of the temple. There was no wall in the temple, and behind the temple was the mountain, with a small road up the mountain.

Han Luo walked up the mountain with steady steps, and soon climbed up the hill, and then looked at the town. The mountains and rivers were endless, and the smoke and clouds were rising. Han Luo glanced around and saw that many people who were getting up in the morning were already climbing the mountain.

Han Luo walked to a forest where there was no one, and began to punch each step, and walked towards the huge rock with his fists.

Every step he took, he would rub away like a python, with his strength squeezing out with one palm, instantly turning into a fist and retracting it under his abdomen.

After walking for hundreds of meters like this, Han Luo's blood was boiling and hot. The hot blood in his throat seemed to be so comfortable that he could whistle for a long time, but he pursed his lips tightly and did not exhale.

The qi and blood boiled, and his strength stretched more. When he reached the boulder, his qi and blood were already hot, and he was full of energy.

On the boulder, a middle-aged man wearing an elderly hat and black sportswear was already sitting on the boulder.

"Dad." Han Luo chuckled.

"Luo'er, come and try your skills!" The middle-aged man stood up, said, and slowly stretched out his hand.

Han Luo yelled, chuckled and put on his arm, his face suddenly sinking and his energy was concentrated.

"snort."

The middle-aged man used his nose to urge a sound, burst out a syllable, grabbed the soles of his feet, twisted his legs, and penetrated his strength, instantly resisting his waist, turning his waist and pressing his arms, and immediately pressing Han Luo's arms on his chest.

Han Luo retreated from his waist and guided the force from his father Han Canli's arm. Then he turned his arm slightly to transform the pressure away. Then, he used the pressure to press his arm against his father's arm and pressed against his father's chest.

Han Canli's eyes were solemn, and his breath was filled with a screen, and he used the same method to remove Han Luo's arm pressure.

However, Han Luo took the opportunity to step on Han Canli's right foot, pressing her body against her father.

Han Canli's body turned around like a wheel, surrounding Han Luo's side, and put on a stand, which was the Tai Chi "single whip". With a whip, he pushed Han Luo's back in a flash. Han Luo's feet immediately became unstable. When his body turned, he turned away his father's whip force and stood up.

The father and son looked at each other and smiled.

"A little progress has happened." Han Canli smiled and nodded, "Luoer is ready."

Han Luo nodded, stood on the ground with her soles, her legs bent, and her whole breath swayed, as if it was also settled, as if it was the precipitation of the calligraphy master before writing, as if it was the precipitation of the brushwork before the Taoist master started speaking, and as if it was closed before the Taoist master opened his lecture, and he was full of charm.

The father and son practice Tai Chi, but do not follow the social set of Tai Chi, but have a very precipitated spirit and different postures, just like a cloud boat floating, giving people a sense of precipitated spirit.

It is like lifting it with ink brush, slightly sinking, and it is like occasionally reading the wonderful things when you turn a book and being quiet. It is also like when a Go master makes a move, he holds the chess without moving.

Han Luojue's whole body boiled with blood and blood, which had been punched for hundreds of meters, gradually calmed down and softened, merged into the fist, and turned into strength.

The father and son practice Tai Chi. When the rising sun rose, Han Canli closed his fist and pressed his lower abdomen, and the swelling on his body gradually subsided. Han Canli exhaled his breath and said, "Luo'er, I'll go to the store first."

After saying that, Han Canli was steady and walked down the mountain, while Han Luo still practiced Tai Chi.

At noon, Han Luo returned to the courtyard, which was closed and there was obviously no one there. Han Luo started to go out to the streets, including vendors selling vegetables, fruits, tofu, sprouts, pork livers, and clothes. There were also stores on the streets on both sides.

When Han Luo turned to a bookstore, he walked in, walked straight to a bookshelf, took out a book of the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic, and started reading it.

The more I read, the more I feel the charm and the meaning is deep. Han Luo read an ancient innocence chapter, which involves health preservation and discusses human life.

Han Luoyin felt that there was some communication and connection with boxing.

"In ancient times, those who knew about the law were based on yin and yang, harmony with numerology, regular food and drink, regular daily life, and did not do anything wrong. Therefore, they could be able to work in form and spirit, and end their lives until they were over a hundred years old."

Han Luo seemed to have read a life article, which was full of health charm.

"People at this time use wine as slurry, act recklessly, get drunk and enter the room, want to exhaust their essence, dissipate their true nature, do not know how to hold it, and control the spirit from time to time, and try to be happy in their hearts, and have no regularity in life. Therefore, they are weak at half a year old."

When Han Luo read it down, he carefully savored the charm of it. Two paragraphs, one is from ancient times and the other is from present. In comparison, it shows that people aging at the age of fifty years old, and it shows that people in ancient times lived to be healthy and died after being over 100 years old.

Health preservation.

Han Luo closed his eyes gently, as if immersed in a wonderful world, his mind was relaxed, immersed in a world of wonderful words.

After a long time, Han Luo put down the books, walked out of the bookstore, and walked towards his father's store. However, he was savoring those two words in his heart.

The essence of health preservation is added to it.

Han Luo's father Han Canli opened a cigarette hotel on the crossroads. As soon as he entered, he saw two men sitting, while his father Han Canli stood on the ground with a smile on his face and chatted.

It was like noon that the two men Han Luo were also very familiar with them. Han Luo called him dad first, and then said to the two men happily: "Uncle Xuanguo, Uncle Gao."

The middle-aged man wearing a black coat and gray-black pants sitting on the drink box below was very thin. The middle-aged man sitting on the stool above was wearing a silver-gray outer robe, gray ancient costume pants, a pair of monk's shoes, and a bright head.

"Luoluo." The two middle-aged men looked at Han Luo and smiled.

These two men were my father’s martial arts friends when he was young. They both lived in Qingcai Town and their kung fu was not weak. When Han Luo was a child, when his father’s land was harvested in autumn, Uncle Gao and Uncle Xuanguo helped his father harvest.

Han Luo liked the memories of that time very much. Because his father Han Canli always built a small house in the corn forest, he had his own "territory".

Xiao Hanluo was very eager to own a house and be surrounded by a fence. In Xiao Hanluo's heart, it seemed like drawing a line, and the ground in the line was his own territory. Even the small fence had a sense of security pouring into his heart, as if a tiger was coming, and the small fence could also resist it.

Uncle Gao and Uncle Xuanguo often practice boxing with his father in the field, and Uncle Gao even performed somersaults.

So Han Luo has been very familiar with his two uncles since he was a child.

Two middle-aged men looked at Han Luo with a smile, and Han Luo stood happily beside his father.

Uncle Xuanguo, wearing a gray robe, retro trousers and monk's shoes, had bright eyes, like two small cannons. He looked at Han Luo and smiled and said, "Luo Luo, do you know what the sky is?"

When Han Luo heard the test, he pondered in his heart, his understanding turned around and said, "The universe is heaven."

The two middle-aged men smiled, and Gao Bo smiled and said, "Luo Luo has a good understanding."

Obviously Han Luo's answer is correct.

Uncle Xuan also smiled and nodded, smiling: "I have a good understanding." He said again: "The sky we see is called the atmosphere, and the ground we step on is called the planet. The sky is the universe, and the earth is also the universe."

Han Luo was surprised. It was the first time he heard this philosophy. However, when he thought about it, he felt that it was very right!

The sky is the atmosphere, and the earth is the planet.

The real world is the universe.
Chapter completed!