Exercise a thousand songs and then know the sound, watch a thousand swords and then recognize the weapon.

And in the words of Zhang Lao, this is "big". To practice a thousand songs and watch a thousand swords is to extensively absorb all the bits and pieces in the projects or systems that you study and operate, so as to gather soil into mountains and water into seas.

Then, when you look out at the mountains, when you swim in the sea, you can see the mountains at a glance, and you can leap with the fish, that is to cross the threshold of "big", and get the ticket to enter the "sect".

Logically, it's simple.

And as for how to draw?

Some people draw from the nature of heaven and earth. As stated in the Book of Changes, "Look up at the sky, look down at the Dharma on the ground, take all the bodies closely, and take all things from afar." ”

Someone draws from "someone". Do not look up to heaven and earth, but learn from others.

Others do it behind closed doors. Not from the outside world, but from oneself.

Behind closed doors is a derogatory term conventionally, but it's not absolute either. - The physical and mental consciousness of human beings is also a natural creation, absorbing itself, and in a sense, it is also absorbing heaven and earth. Of course, to do this, it is very demanding, and not everyone can do it.

About the big and about the sect, Xu Guangling is all clear about it, and in many nights of gossip, Zhang Lao has mentioned it, Chen Lao has mentioned it, and he himself has thought about it.

Just wait for the practice in the future.

Xu Guangling also said to Zhang Lao that he wanted to be a "master of pharmacy".

And the current cooking and the like can be regarded as a small test.

This night, after the main class on medicine and tasting, it came to the routine gossip time.

Xu Guangling first said about the phone number, and then opened the suitcase in front of the three people, mainly the two old men.

The contents of the box are simple, three pieces.

A swarthy pistol and a small box containing bullets, a gray, dull triangular thorn, and a small notebook that looked like an ID card.

Chen Zhihe gasped.

Xu Guangling looked as usual.

Compared to the training and knowledge of these days, this can only be said to be a gadget.

Real gadgets.

It seems that it is indeed as the middle-aged man said, talking about remembrance.

The two old men looked at each other again, and after a while, Chen Lao said, "Xiao Xu, you can put away these things." You don't have to worry too much about that phone number, just treat it as a ...... Treat it as a ...... Well, it would be nice to be an agency for chores. ”

Xu Guangling nodded.

As he left, Mr. Chen looked into his background with a deep gaze.

At night, Chen Zhihe had fallen asleep.

The two old men were still blowing the wind in the backyard, stargazing, and chatting.

"Old fellow, what do you have to say about this training of humble words?" asked Mr. Zhang.

The old man's emotions during the day were a little complicated, and he was well aware of this.

"Xiao Xu is over there, and he has put a big satellite. Mr. Chen said with a sigh, "And it should be a shocking big satellite, just like on our side." ”

Mr. Zhang frowned slightly.

The two of them are a bit special in themselves, so there are shocks and disbelief for this disciple's performance, but this is nothing.

And for those ordinary people over there......

"There is an internal talent grading system over there, level five, dcBa, and a+, normally speaking, even if it is an a+ level, you can't get this treatment. Mr. Chen explained.

Hearing this, Mr. Zhang also felt a toothache.

So not to mention guns and documents, that phone number is by no means "don't care too much".

This disciple of his.

Ay.

It's hard to say, and I can't say it.

And what the two old guys can do is pave the way.

As for how to go on the road, they can't control it. - Who can take care of such a disciple? At least the two old fellows are not going to be.

Xu Guangling left the small building empty-handed.

Well, it's not right to say empty-handed, he took three books from Zhang Lao's study, which he was going to read tonight.

As for the suitcase and its contents, he handed it over to the old man for safekeeping.

He is now a rented house, although the security and atmosphere of the community are very good, and he has never heard of any thefts and other incidents, but fundamentally speaking, there is no security.

So it's better to leave things like that with the elderly.

And one is that he doesn't need this kind of thing, and the other is that there are security scans everywhere now, not to mention the train station or something, and even the provincial library he will go to now has one at the door.

It's not enough trouble to carry this kind of thing.

Bath.

Reading.

Stand quietly in front of the window, while calming down what you have learned and thought during the day.

Then, Xu Guangling lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

But it was just over an hour before he woke up.

I'm still hungry.

In the past few days, his heartbeat has decreased again on the basis of more than a hundred times, and every day it has decreased by a small point, but the amount of food is still the same as before, and in a short period of time, the fact that he is a rice bucket cannot be changed.

Meal.

It is advisable to lie down, enjoy the coolness, and take a walk.

Xu Guangling stepped out of the community, and then instinctively looked up at the sky.

The idle clouds in the sky are faint, and there are few stars, but Xu Guangling knows that around ten o'clock tomorrow morning, it will rain, and it will rain for a long time, at least for a day or two, it should not be clear.

The air at the moment is not very good.

And when Xu Guangling entered the park, the thinner fog in the park seemed to tell the sparseness.

It grows in spring and grows in summer, and is harvested in autumn and stored in winter.

In the winter.

If the accumulation is good, when the spring of next year comes, the opportunity to live will be more vigorous, and those who are not well accumulated, it will be difficult to say next year, maybe this year's spring and summer will be gloomy, but next year's spring and summer will have withered.

This is reincarnation.

This is also one of the biggest experiences and feelings that the practice of Fuxi Jue has brought to Xu Guangling during this period of time.

Tianming, Tianzhong.

In the afternoon, after a sudden moment, Xu Guangling realized that there was no special training this afternoon, in other words, he finally had a few more hours of time in the day.

It's not easy!

There was a light rain outside the window.

Rain hitting plantain is a common image in ancient poetry, Xu Guangling has only eaten plantain, but has never planted plantain trees, let alone experienced what kind of experience it is to listen to the rain hitting plantains.

Thinking of this, Xu Guangling knew what he could do this afternoon.

The next moment, holding the umbrella he bought not long ago, Xu Guangling went to the long-lost library.

On the ground floor of the library, there is a reading room with its own books, usually there are a lot of people, and it is not an exaggeration to say that there are no seats during the whole day, and the borrowing room on the second and third floors is set up on the side of the bookshelf and the reading place next to the wall and window in the aisle, which is generally very clean.

Xu Guangling was in the purity, leisurely flipping through the "All Tang Poems".

There are many Tang poems, of which the vast majority are mediocre, not one in ten are highlights, and one in 10 is excellent classics.

But this is actually nothing, even if there are many mediocre and unbright ones, you can read them in a leisurely state, and you can read a different flavor.

It can be said that the bookhead occasionally moves and the rain falls, stealing half a day of leisure.

This is not about books, and it is not about people.

It's just a breath of vitality, a kind of ghostly feeling, a kind of latent in the gloom, with the breeze, with the drizzle, diffuse in the whole world.

So, there is no need for wine, and there is no need for tea.

And people are drunk, people are drunk.

On that day, Xu Guangling blue brick lettering, the one hundred and seventh day.

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