Introduction:
In the 1980s, qigong was king, and those who had "qi sense" were regarded as masters, while those who did not have "qi sense" were nothing but cows and horses.
My name is Zhang Lin, and I am that "disabled" useless person who is despised even for being a cow or a horse.
My father was critically ill and my mother ran away with money. I took the only ancient book passed down from my family and sold it to save my life. However, I was trampled under my feet by a qigong apprentice in public and scolded me for being fanciful!
Filled with rage, I threw the ancient book into the furnace, but it burned out a page of divine breathing techniques!
From then on, the so-called "qi sense" became like a floating cloud to me!
You said you have been practicing Golden Bell Mask for ten years? Sorry, I can tell you just by looking at it, and it's harder than you!
You said this is the secret flame palm of your sect? Coincidentally, I just learned that the temperature seems to be a hundred million points higher than yours!
The qigong master declared that my father must die? If I put three silver needles down, he can go to the ground and box that night!
They all said that I was a rare martial arts genius and a born Qigong legend.
Only I know that I have no sense of energy at all.
Everything I have comes from that secret that never burns!
