原木是圆的,所以木板接触到它的面积很小.我踏上木板的那一刻,它的两端都剧烈地摇晃着.当我掉下来时,宋老罗忍不住偷笑了几下,然后回到了他的店里.沮丧的我捡起了木头和木板,并试图再次站在上面.然而,即使蹲下,我也没能坚持超过两秒钟,然后就失去了平衡并摔倒了——更不用说保持直立了.我咬紧牙关,决心不放弃,开始与木头搏斗.到午餐时间,我一次只能站五六秒钟;即使是最轻微的阵风也会让我翻滚.
就在这时,黄九跑了过来,抱怨自己饿了.我本来打算让宋老罗送点饭再回修炼,但看到他上翘的鼻孔,我心里充满了恼怒.我吩咐黄九回去,让黄仙儿带小翠出去吃饭.黄九看着我在小树桩上摇摇晃晃——仿佛他是一个等待鼓掌的观众——被我狠狠地瞪了一眼,匆匆忙忙地去办事.不到一个小时,他就回来了,本来想看到我自欺欺人,但我立即把他送回了店里.
经过几个小时的烦恼,饥饿感袭来,我去隔壁拿了几个馒头.当疲劳赶上来时,我坐下来打坐,调节呼吸.借助我的道气,到第二天一早,我终于成功地制服了那根不守规矩的木头.正当我准备向宋老罗吹嘘时,他又拖来了另一个"木头人"——一个装满无数钉子的假人,只打了一半.宋老罗紧紧抓着一根铁棒,突然把它抽了出来;猛烈地一刺,一颗钉子就完全了假人.他把棍子递给我,说:"站在木板上,把每根钉子都打进去.
我满怀信心地接受了铁棒——但当我抓住它的那一刻,我不知所措.每次我用力,我都会失去平衡并摔倒.过了很长一段时间,我设法鼓起力量在不翻倒的情况下施加力量,却发现这个假人太轻了,以至于用力一推根本没有把钉子推进去——相反,它把假人推倒了.不过,我很快就发现了其中的诀窍,明白了宋老罗的用意:保持平衡需要对自己的身体进行精准的控制.现在,挑战是利用速度和瞬时爆发力.只有当我的动作快如闪电,爆发力足够大时,我才能在不让假人掉下来的情况下把钉子去.知道理论是一回事,但执行它完全是另一回事.经过一整天的练习,我一枚钉子都没能开车.幸运的是,宋老罗并没有让我的生活更难;傍晚时分,他终于放我走了.
回到家后,我匆匆忙忙地洗了个澡.后来,我发现小翠已经被藏在被子里了.我不耐烦地关掉了灯,解除了自己的武装后,爬上了床,用我的身体盖住了她.这几天,我忙于在宋老罗的指导下训练,忘了问黄九新婚之夜到底期待什么.在检查了一会儿她的心跳后,我变得大胆起来,试探性地开始解除小翠的武装（或解绑）.但是,尽管我测量了她的脉搏,甚至试图亲吻她,但每次我试图移除她的"防御"时,她都会紧紧地抓着她的衣服,不允许我继续.在一阵炽热的决心中,我喘着粗气,强行穿过我们的争吵——在混乱中,小崔突然咬住了我的肩膀.痛苦使我变得清晰.曾经平静下来的我充满了懊悔,并向小崔道歉.然而她一言不发地转身离开,不让我再给她盖上.至少,在检查脉搏时,她没有抗拒;当我继续道歉时,我最终打瞌睡了.
第二天早上,我醒来时还在思考昨晚发生的事情——却发现小崔看起来完全没事,在我们起床洗漱时,他高兴地和我在一起.然后我突然想到,她毕竟有点愚蠢和健忘.也许这是最好的;我总是可以在几天后再试一次.毕竟,既然我已经"解除了"她的武装,她的衣服就让她变得不那么柔韧了.
接下来的几天里,每天早上开店后,我都会去宋老罗家学武,黄仙儿已经习惯了城市生活,她整天和小翠一起出去逛街,花钱.每次我回到家,客厅里都堆满了成堆的包装.我曾经不相信二叔的警告——月圆时,它很快就会消失,如果我们赚不到足够的钱,我们就会身无分文.我曾经认为,即使是数百万美元,在一场大火中烧毁,至少也能给一个人留下一些钱——但现在我相信了.心里的痛就像针扎一样,但看到小翠如此高兴,我不得不咬紧舌头.
十多天后,我终于成功地卷起了圆木,准确地将钉子打进了假人.我本来以为到了这个阶段,宋老罗会教我真正的武术——但他却又带来了另一个木制假人,这个是电动的,左右摇晃,让我继续打钉子.半个月来,没有教过一个武功,自然而然地感到沮丧.当我试图提出这个问题时,宋老罗只是冷笑道:"你不想学就打它..."为了获得他在战场上使用的杀手锏,我忍住了自己的骄傲.
That day, as I was busy pounding nails into the head-shaking, swaying wooden dummy, Huang Jiu ran over and called out that Su Dazhuang had arrived again.In the past few days, Huang Jiu had sent some lackeys out after Su Dazhuang—but a few clever old rats had been beaten to death by the neighborhood security, so Da Hei refused to send any more "mice."I calculated the timing carefully.Four talismans were in circulation; one talisman would last exactly four days.It seemed Su Dazhuang was indeed in serious trouble.I climbed down from the cylinder, wiped the sweat off my face, greeted Song Laoluo, and returned to the shop.
Su Dazhuang was visibly restless. As soon as he saw me, he rushed over, grabbing my hand and asking, "Li Yang, do you really believe that ghosts and deities exist in this world?"I paused for a moment and replied with a light-hearted chuckle, "Grandfather, look at what you're asking—if there were no such beings, wouldn't you be getting a talisman for 10,000 yuan a pop because you couldn't tell the genuine from the fake?"Barely after I took a sip of water, Su Dazhuang, in a state of urgency, said, "Close the door."Noticing his secretive manner, I curiously pressed the remote control and drew down the rolling shutter.The moment the door closed, the old man began undressing.Frowning slightly, I wasn't sure what his intentions were.It wasn't until he was completely bare from the waist up that I gasped in shock.There, running around his right side, was a thick, dark-brown mark—as thick as a wristband—that circled his body. It started from his right waist, wrapped around, then passed under his right armpit; at its head was the image of a snake's head, spitting out a tongue aimed directly at his heart.This was no tattoo.I quickly put my water cup down, stood up, and moved closer to inspect."Grandfather, how long have you had this?"Su Dazhuang replied, "Almost a month now. When it flares up, the pain in my chest is unbearable, and my body itches terribly—as if something is about to grow. I've seen many renowned physicians with no relief, until I came into contact with your talisman at that Zhang family girl's place and discovered that it eased the pain."I said, "No wonder you can always tell genuine talismans from fakes. It's a good thing you always carry one; otherwise, this 'venomous snake coiled at the waist' might have sprouted scales, and even if an immortal were to come, they'd struggle to help you."With anxiety, Su Dazhuang asked, "What do you mean by 'a venomous snake coiled at the waist'?"Unable to hold back, the little Huang Jiu on my shoulder interjected, "It's a type of feng shui formation, Grandfather—someone's been meddling with your ancestral grave!"Huang Jiu mimicked human speech with squinted eyes and exaggerated gestures, startling Su Dazhuang into a stammered stumble.I rushed to support him and said, "Grandfather, Huang Jiu is a demon—it's only natural for him to speak.""Right, right, natural!"But the old man refused to believe it. He didn't want to consult Second Uncle—probably because he'd been mocked by him in the past.Now, hearing Huang Jiu articulate human words so clearly, the impact on him was profound.