An old scholar and a dark boy talked about it in front of the fire because of wine. The more you match the dry food, the more you get, the more you get, the conversation is diverse. From the stars in the sky to the ants on the ground, from the high-ranking officials in the temple to the children of the world.

Taohua and Bu Shi and the others fell asleep peacefully next to each other, while the old scholar and the young man were still chewed at one bite at one bite at one bite at one bite at one bite at one bite at one bite at one bite at one bite at one bite at one bite at one bite at one bite at one bite at one bite at one bite at one bite at one bite at one bite at one bite at one bite at one bite at one bite at one bite

Xing Zhen asked: "Will the old man have an acquaintance when he went to Qingyang Town?"

The old scholar replied: "No, I just like to travel through mountains and rivers. You need to see scenic spots, low mountains and shallow waters. You need to browse prosperous towns, and you need to stop in wild villages."

"The old man is so elegant. Do you want to write travel notes or write a poem on the street?"

"No, no, no, you can read thousands of books through thousands of miles. There will be nothing else in this life, you can only read and write. Since you have done it, you must do it well. You must not let down your study or yourself."

"Why do you have to walk and read? I didn't see the books you brought."

The old scholar suddenly burst out laughing, and after two rattles, it ended abruptly. He looked at the sleeping little guys apologetically, and pretended to be nervous and said in a low voice: "I will tell you, this is a journey of thousands of miles and reading thousands of books."

"This statement is divided into two explanations. One is that scholars often travel thousands of miles in order to go to Beijing to get fame and fortune. These people are called reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles."

"And the second type of people, like me, is just the opposite. They are reading thousands of books, not reading while walking. Instead, they learn how to apply knowledge and principles to life, and it is not advisable to study hard behind closed doors."

"You must apply what you have learned to be useful, and use the knowledge you know and use it flexibly. You will not be called a nerd by others."

"I think you are like a person who has read books. I won't ask what you do with these little guys. I would like to advise you, literati need knowledge and martial artists also need knowledge. Literature rely on knowledge to support their families and fill their stomachs, while martial artists rely on knowledge to cultivate their minds and nature to strengthen their stinginess."

Xing Zhen bowed and said, "Please explain in detail by the old man."

The old scholar smacked his lips and handed the gourd to the other party: "Take a sip, I'll tell me, listen carefully."

"It is natural for literati to rely on pen to make a living, but military people rely on fists to make a living. However, using knowledge to strengthen their minds is a process that both literati and military people must have."

"Don't think that those top scholars in high school or masters who hold high positions in temples and have extensive knowledge and broad knowledge do not need to be sharpened. Think about it, are there any sentences in the book that teach people to do evil?"

"But why some literati say that they are not as good as gangsters in their behind their backs."

"It is because they are selective when learning knowledge and do not alienate themselves from their own intentions. They take and use them in an uncontrollable manner."

"It is these knowledge that is not as good as their mind. It seems to be the opposite of their mind, but in fact it is a whetstone that sharpens their mind. If you miss it, you will miss it. The principle of mastering extreme mood is also wrong. There is no trade-off in doing things, and you are self-centered and ignore other people's feelings."

The old scholar drank a sip of wine to moisten his throat, and Xing Zhen interrupted in time: "What the old man saw was a good teacher, and the younger generation had received the teachings."

The old scholar continued: "The warriors are better understood. They don't want to think too much or look too much. Everything is spoken with fists. You punch me, I punch you two punches. They compete with each other and argue with each other, what will happen in the end? It becomes because of a small matter that faces life and death."

"Or it is to say that someone is valuing loyalty when he hears his friend being killed, and he is angry and takes a knife to destroy the whole family. There are many such things in the world, and they are promoted to be a true hero. Is it really a true hero?"

"Not whether a friend was killed was right or wrong, I just said that there was a wrong and a debt, so why did I kill people and implicate innocent people? Is this kind of behavior really a hero?"

After saying that, the old man looked at the heavy sword behind Xing Zhen and kindly reminded: "Young man, remember that both fists and swords are double-edged. Injuring people will also hurt yourself. You should do more things and see if you decide whether to take action."

Xing Zhen was stunned for a moment and could not digest what he said just now. The old scholar waved his hand: "Watch while drinking."

Seeing Xing Zhen was not polite, he took the gourd and gusted. The old scholar murmured to himself: "That's right. You have to read books, drink wine, go on the road, swing the fist, and come out the sword."

Xing Zhen's face suddenly turned red, and then his whole body was hot like a fever. The internal force of martial arts in the meridians seemed to be boiling, and it broke through the body and came out.

Xing Zhen quickly got up and ran out of the abandoned house, constantly venting the heat in his body. Although the late spring cold was cold, Xing Zhen was sweating profusely.

The old scholar who followed him slapped his forehead and regretted it: "It's bad, I didn't expect you to be a martial artist, and you are at a bottleneck."

"Damn it, I wanted to repay you for your kindness. I didn't expect that doing bad things with good intentions will trigger the surge of true energy in my body. If there is guidance from a martial arts expert, it is a good time to make a breakthrough."

The old scholar became more and more regretful as he spoke, and he walked around and said anxiously: "What should I do? Wouldn't this kid be uneasy?"

"At that time, Old Man Wu said that I didn't take it seriously, what happened to the second level and the second level? Let me think about it carefully."

"Bao, you are old, the more anxious you are, the more confused you become. Your mind is like a smoky one, what should I do?"

The old scholar suddenly shone in front of his eyes and reminded loudly: "The second level of martial arts opens the canal realm, condenses true qi and overcomes obstacles in the meridians, making the narrow meridians spacious and transparent, and can accommodate more martial arts true qi movement."

"Don't just focus on dissipating heat from your body and trying to control the true qi to swim in your body. The wider the first time the realm is, the wider the meridians will become, and the stronger the foundation of the martial arts path will be."

Xing Zhen, who practices boxing, squeezes out a few words from his teeth: "Old sir, according to your words, the pain in his body seems to be cut by a knife."

The old scholar patted his forehead and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, I'm thinking about it. By the way, only those who endure hardships will be the best. You must persevere."

"I remember that Old Man Wu told me that some people stopped at the sixth level of martial arts, while others stopped at the fourth level of martial arts. The second level of all causes is determined by the pain they endured. I'm optimistic about you, and persist for a while."

Xing Zhen whistled to the sky: "I will persevere, I will catch up with my mother, kiss me."

The old scholar was proud and said, "Good example, I believe you can do it."

"Boy is good, I'll hold on for two hours."

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, it's almost dawn, isn't it over yet?"

"I saw the ghost, the sun has already set off, why are you still practicing? It seems that there will be no other dangers. I have to rush to Qingyang Town, and you can continue practicing by yourself."

Three days later, Xing Zhen bowed deeply in the direction of Qingyang Town: "Thank you for your kindness, this is the world of the old man's eyes, right? No matter whether you ask your name or source, you will know each other in the world and forget each other in the world."

The weird four-person group in the twilight, with a puppy with two feet on the ground. The little thing followed Taohua with a smile.

"Sister Taohua finally thought about it and followed us to practice boxing and walk."

"There is no way to be with you three guys. Instead of being crazy, you will be more blind. This is what the young master said, "Birds of a birds flock together."

"Tsk, Sister Taohua is lying. I heard you talk to Brother Xing Zhen. I am worried that you will be dragging you down when encountering an emergency in the future."

"Little clever ghost, he dares to eavesdrop."

"You are not guarding against others when you speak, who can you blame?"

Suddenly the little thing jumped and pointed at the front: "Oh oh oh, there is a small town in front of me, so there is no need to sleep in the wild."

"Woom wool"

Looking at the stone tablet at the entrance of the town, Xing Zhen felt: "It's quite appropriate to enter Muyang Town in dusk."

The little guy pulled Xing Zhen's cuff and raised his little head to his pitifulness: "Brother Xing Zhen, buy some meat to eat. I haven't eaten meat for a long time."

Xiao Bushi pulled Xing Zhen and begged with another cuff: "Brother Xing Zhen just agrees to the request of the thing."

Xing Zhen looked at the little thing with dusty face and yellow face, and then at the thin Bu Shi, who was headed, brainy, and small body. Of course, Xiao Xingshui, who was messy and malnourished.

Xing Zhen felt guilty immediately and agreed without hesitation: "Okay, eat meat tonight."

Two little guys and a puppy jumped and rushed to the town. Taohua looked at Xing Zhen and followed with a smile. Xing Zhen finally sighed inwardly: "It's great to be alive."

Looking from the back from the back, the four backpacks are more eye-catching than the four guys.

The town is not big, and in half an hour, we walked from one end to the other. After walking back and forth for more than an hour, the bright smiles of the two little guys disappeared, and the puppy following behind was dejected. There was no longer the desire to see when he first entered the town.

The little calm and quiet made people feel chilled. The little guy was so angry that he raised his fists and wanted to knock on the door of a wine-fed room in front of him.

As a result, Xing Zhen was hanging his neck in the air with his collar and scolded him: "You can't disturb others. Since you have closed the door and traveled abroad, you don't want to open the door to welcome guests today."

"It is impolite to knock on the door randomly, so you can't do this in the future."

The little thing cried: "I, I just want to eat some hot and drink some porridge."

Xiao Bushi pulled the things to comfort him: "Forget it, I will open the door tomorrow. Then come and buy something delicious for you."

Xing Zhen smiled and said, "Let's go, I just saw an abandoned house in the west of the city. Let's go and have a night off."

Taohua carefully picked up the little thing: "There is white rice in the backpack, and my sister cooked porridge for the things to drink at night."

The latter immediately burst into tears and laughed: "Thank you, Sister Taohua."

It seems that no one has lived in the abandoned house for a long time, and no one has come. Thick dust is everywhere. Peach blossoms are trustworthy and cook a pot of white porridge for everyone.

After the group swallowed the food, they were about to fall asleep. The little thing in the quilt suddenly shivered and looked at Xing Zhen on the left with green eyes.

The latter shrank his body: "Don't even think about it, there is a lot of human flesh to eat."

The little thing was amused, and then his little face was sad again, muttering in a low voice: "Brother Xing Zhen, I'm afraid, can you, can you...?"

The little guy wanted to speak but stopped, and Xing was really dull and followed. He blurted out: "Speak whatever he wants, don't hesitate."

Taohua, who was close to the east and west, said understandingly: "Come to my sister's bed, ignore that big fool Xingzhen."

The little thing snuggled in Taohua's arms and trembled with teeth: "Sister Taohua, do you think there will be ghosts? Why do I feel that this room is particularly cold and I have goose bumps on my body."

The peach blossoms were infected and couldn't help but tremble slightly, and naturally hugged the little thing in his arms tightly.

"I'm not afraid, my sister is here." Peach blossom teeth tremble slightly when he spoke.

The dark room was talking about ghosts, and a group of small young men were all frightened. Unconsciously, the quilt was really buried on the left and right, with a man and a puppy.

At this moment, the sound of teeth colliding constantly came from inside the house. The doors and windows outside the house made sparse and slight noises, as if someone was scratching the frame of the wooden door with his hands.

A breeze blew in the courtyard, and the subtle sound of a woman crying mixed in. The house was very cooperative and cried loudly and barked.

Xing Zhen stood up and took out a Sanyang Kaitai Talisman. After inputting true energy, he immediately burned and soon turned into ashes.

Xing Zhen muttered: "Sure enough, the Yin Qi is solemn."

Then he took out three Sanyang Kaitai Talismans at one time and pasted them on the doors and windows one after another. After entering the inside, the talismans shine brightly, and the illuminated room was bright.

This time, it did not burn again, but kept releasing light. A trace of warm current rippled in the room, and the coldness just now was dispelled in an instant.

Xing Zhen gave the three talismans to Bu Shi and whispered: "Here are three armored talismans, let them here first. Bu Shi is a little man, I'll go out to watch it, you'll be in charge in the room."

"If you have any abnormal movement, you will input your spiritual power into the talisman, and there will be a bronze armored hero to protect you."

Xiao Bushi's face turned pale and he nodded vigorously: "Well, I will protect the things."
Chapter completed!