80s Taoism

Zhang Jiahua has been looking around. The thing he is looking for is not rare, and there are many versions. Without much effort, Zhang Jiaohua found his target this time.

"Boss, how do you sell this Nei Jing map?" Zhang Jiaohua asked.

The stall owner looked at Zhang Jiaohua and then around, a little too lazy to take care of him, "You can go and see elsewhere. I'm busy here.".

Zhang Jiaohua said angrily, "What are you up to? No ghost has come to the door for a long time."

"I! Pooh! Tong Yan Wuji! Tong Yan Wuji! Brat, don't talk indiscriminately. There are some things that you can't say in Panjiayuan. You want this picture of Nei Jing? This picture of Nei Jing is authentic, but you are not a kid If you can afford it, you call your adult, and I will bargain with you." The stall owner said impatiently.

"You are authentic? Then do you know that your Nei Jing pictures are from that era?" Zhang Jiaohua asked.

"At least it was from the Ming and Qing dynasties. Look at this paper, look at this packet of pulp. Hey, I told you a kid that I have a fart." The stall owner turned his eyes around and stopped talking. .

"Then do you know what this picture is used for?" Zhang Jiaohua asked again.

"What else can it be used for? Naturally, it is used for cultivation." The stall owner looked at it, and said triumphantly, pointing to the picture. You should know this sentence."

"Boss, since your picture is genuine, why is it printed on it, and the price is 0.5 yuan?" Zhang Biaohua pointed to the bottom of the picture and said.

The stall owner blushed, and he quickly took a closer look. As expected, the printing year, month and price were also printed underneath. But he quickly adjusted it, "I said that this picture was reprinted with real work. The limited edition is now rare. If you want, I can give you a little cheaper. At least one hundred yuan. "

"Your original price is only fifty cents. If it was printed in eight years, I will give you five dollars at most." Zhang Jiaohua said.

When the stall owner took it, he didn’t pay attention to this obvious defect. After spending more than ten yuan, five yuan was naturally unwilling to sell. “Fifty cents in eight years is at least equivalent to dozens of yuan now. At least fifty yuan. , Otherwise I would rather keep it for myself, maybe after taking it back, I understand the mystery above, then I will become a fairy."

"Ten yuan, or you can keep it yourself. There are several versions of this kind of picture in Pan Jiayuan." Zhang Jiaohua took out ten yuan and made the appearance of leaving.

The stall owner hurriedly took ten yuan from Zhang Jiaohua's hand, stuffed the picture directly into Zhang Jiaohua's hand, and sold the printed matter for eight years here as an antique. He couldn't afford to lose that person.

Zhang Jiaohua went to buy several versions of the internal classics diagrams, which cost a total of more than 100 yuan. Of course, most of the internal classics diagrams here are printed. In some shops, there are some imitations, which are of slightly higher value, but for Zhang Biaohua, these are of no significance. For him, what is important for him is the content of this picture, not the others.

The Neijing Tu and the Memory Palace have the same tune and the same skill. Combining the two, in Zhang Jiaohua's eyes, it becomes a practice secret.

After all, the Meishan spells that Zhang Jiaohua learned from the old Taoist master were relatively superficial spells. Later, although he obtained the inheritance of the real Meishan spells, it was still extremely difficult for Zhang Jiaohua to practice. After all, it is the vicissitudes of life. How many years have passed, today's cultivation environment has been very different from the time when Taoism was passed down. Cultivation resources are scarce, and there is no necessary assistance and guidance. If Zhang Jiaohua continues to practice as a blind person, the possibility of getting into trouble will be much greater than the possibility of success.

All this made Zhang Jiaohua feel confused, but when he saw the Palace of Memory, Zhang Jiaohua suddenly felt his eyes shine. Combined with the pictures of Nei Jing he had seen before, Zhang Jiaohua seemed to have discovered a path of cultivation that was very suitable for him. Why can't I construct a map of the inner classics like a palace of memory?

Zhang Biaohua had seen that picture of Nei Jing before, but it felt very obscure at that time. Although the picture of Nei Jing didn't look complicated, how to construct it, Zhang Bought always felt that it was impossible to start. But after seeing the Palace of Memory, many confusing places suddenly became clear.

Zhang Jiaohua returned to Wu Yuan's home with a few scrolls. Wu Yuan opened the scroll Zhang Jiaohua had bought and laughed blankly.

"Call flowers, why didn't you call me when you went to Panjiayuan? You were fooled. These are not genuine. Have you seen them here? These are the prints of Bad Street. I can give you as many pictures as you want. Go get how much." Wu Yuan said with a little schadenfreude.

"Why do you see me being so happy after a big loss? It seems like there is a deep hatred with me?" Zhang Jiaohua looked at Wu Yuan with his eyes, and didn't explain anything.

Wu Yuan smiled embarrassedly, "Let's talk about where I was cheated. I will go to them tomorrow to help you get the money back."

"I bought this, why are you going to return it?" Zhang Jiaohua asked.

"You are fooled. These are all printed materials." Wu Yuan suddenly realized something was wrong, as if things were different from what he thought. Why doesn't this guy feel deceived?

"I knew it was a printed matter, so I bought it. It's so cheap." Zhang Jiaohua smiled.

"Prints are not collectibles, ah, do you know?" Wu Yuan was stunned for a while, as expected, the weirdness was here!

"This picture is useful for me. It's not expensive anyway, it's only more than a hundred yuan in total." Zhang Jiaohua smiled.

Only then did Wu Yuan realize that the person being fooled was not Zhang Jiaohua, but himself. It's unreasonable, can't this kid suffer a loss?

"Forget it, tell you that you don't understand, I have to go in and study it." Zhang Jiaohua took the pictures of the inner scriptures and entered the room.

Wu Yuan watched Zhang Jiaohua walk away holding a few bundles of scrolls in a daze, and muttered, "I'll stand for another hour of work."

In Zhang Jiaohua's sea of ​​knowledge, a stream of Dingdingdongdong suddenly appeared. The stream was not an imaginary thing, but a stream that was transformed by his spiritual power, but it was not real. Zhang Biaohua turned into various pebbles under the water with spiritual power. The sunlight shone on the stream, sparkling, and the colorful pebbles under the water were like gems. Zhang Jiaohua also wanted to illusion various plants and even various small fishes, but at this moment, he suddenly felt dizzy. Divine consciousness retreated from the sea of ​​knowledge. It turned out that it was not easy to construct one's own Taoist map in the sea of ​​knowledge. However, Zhang Biaohua knew that something was going to be done in the future.

Fu Cha Haoyue suddenly discovered that Zhang Biaohua did not study as much as before, thinking that Zhang Biaohua was arrogant and complacent, "You stinky boy, if you have a little grade, you will have your tail cocked. How can this work? Your Changqing Middle School is actually in Beijing. It’s just a very ordinary school, you can’t even enter the top ten. It’s hard to get into a key high school then.”

Zhang Biaohua is not worried at all, "Sister Haoyue, don't worry. I can't help it. I have been learning a new memory method in a few days, and I will be able to learn it. When the time comes, I will never forget it and be sure of it. Write down all the knowledge points of the junior high school, and it will not be a problem to take the top few in the school."

"What kind of memory method?" Fu Cha Haoyue was also a former scholar, speaking of memory methods, naturally became interested.

"This book was given to me by my classmates. I can't buy it in China. I heard that it is a very powerful memory method. I am about to learn the essence of this method. This method can be mastered." Zhang Biaohua can only use the book of Memory Palace as a guise.

Fu Cha Haoyue took over and looked at it, "I've heard of this book. I heard that many people abroad admire this book. Not many people in China know this book. But I heard that this method is not suitable for anyone. Don’t be too attached to this book. It’s really impossible. Don’t rush to learn this memory method now. When you enter a key high school later, you have time to study slowly. Hurry up is not enough. You know?"

Zhang Jiaohua nodded, "I know. Don't worry, sister, I have found the right direction, and I should be able to gain something soon."

As a cultivator, Zhang Jiaohua has the ability to remember the past, so this memory method of remembering the palace is actually of little use to him. But the cultivating map is something Zhang Biaohua cares very much about right now. If you can cultivate the Taoist diagram, you may be able to make the cultivation one step further. The world is not as simple as it seems. There may be many more dangerous existences like under the haunted house.

As a monk, Zhang Jiaohua knew that one day she would face the powerful existence hidden under the haunted house. If you want to achieve the avenue in the end, there are more dangerous hurdles to pass one by one. No one can count on these hurdles, and everything can only depend on oneself.

As for going to school, Zhang Jiaohua feels that she will continue, but these will not become the main components of his life.

It only took more than 20 days to fulfill his bold words, and Zhang Jiaohua's position in the second class of the third year was raised a lot. Teachers began to pay attention, and classmates also tried to come and socialize~www.wuxiahere.com~ There are always so many realities in reality, whether you care about it or not, everything will happen by appointment.

Zhang Jiaohua's life is very simple, every day he uses every opportunity to build a map of the inner classics. But for several days, there was still only that creek in Zhang's beloved sea of ​​knowledge. The beautiful pebbles in the stream. Fucha Haoyue tried every means to find a lot of review materials, and she wished to uncover Zhang Jiaohua's skull and pour in everything that might be possible for the high school entrance exam.

Fortunately, Zhang Bihua's memory is super powerful, otherwise most of these materials will be wasted. Zhang Jiaohua would spare part of the time every day to turn these materials prepared by Fucha Haoyue into her own memory.

When it was time for the high school entrance examination, Zhang Biaohua finally breathed a sigh of relief. On the contrary, Fu Cha Haoyue became even more nervous. For fear that Zhang Biaohua will not perform well and fail to enter high school, he deliberately asks for leave to accompany the exam.

"Sister, you don't need to be so nervous. Wasn't my last mock exam the first in our class? Didn't I get to a key high school?" Zhang Jiaohua wanted Fu Cha Haoyue to relax.

"You are tied for first place. You are tied for third place in your school. If you play a little bit worse, maybe you won't be able to enter the top ten." Fu Cha Haoyue compared the scores of the Changqing Middle School mock exam.