"Do you still want to go back to the lair......

The old man listened to Yu Qingcheng's words, but did not refute, but just held the bird's nest in his hand and sighed slightly. Yu Qingcheng said quietly: "Senior, I still have a little spare money, and I want to give you a little bit so that you can spend your old age in peace, settle down at home, and don't wander outside." Zi said, the great and holy is said to be holy, in the era when the avenue is getting farther away, it is better to choose to sink for the time being. Because now, this is an era of no way. ”

"This is an era of no way, a country without a way, and a king without a way......" The old man listened to Yu Chengcheng's words and muttered carefully for a while. "You may be right, even if the mind can be detached, our physical body has already been polluted, so why cling to it for a while? Let's get along with each other now, and after we are detached, it's not too late to look at each other in the rivers and lakes. ”

The old man did not refuse, but agreed very naturally.

Yu Qingcheng did not make any comments on the old man's words. Although she is practicing traditional martial arts, she is a modern person after all, and people must adapt to this era. This point, Yu Tingcheng and this old man are different.

"It's getting late, let's go back to the village first?" You're right, our bodies are still mortal, we need to eat, we need to live. There's no way around it. Girl, I won't say thank you, I sat with you all afternoon today, and the old man is very happy. ”

"I'm really glad to have met you. ”

As the old man spoke, Yu Qingcheng put him back into the wheelchair, and then slowly returned to the small village under the sunset that was gradually setting in the west.

As the sun sank in the west, the sky finally slowly darkened. Yu Qingcheng pushed the old man back to the village and asked, and learned that the army's "home visit" was in full swing.

In fact, in the world, there is still happiness at all, and Yu Chengcheng is a person who is willing to find happiness, which is very similar to her mother.

At this time, in the open space in the small village, several 100-watt blaching lamps were lit, and Zhang Yonghou and several of them were drinking with the village chief and villagers to do "home visits". Although the People's Liberation Army can't take a stitch from the masses, the villagers are too enthusiastic, and they are serving wine and smoking, so people can't refuse. Zhang Yonghou and the others obviously drank too much, and they were talking nonsense with everyone, Yu Qingcheng pushed the old man to the open space just now, and the old and dignified Wang Officer shouted.

"Instructor...... Allure, come over and have a drink together! Happy ...... today."

"......" Yu Qingcheng glanced at the officers who were flushed with alcohol, and then at the villagers who were accompanying him to drink, and smiled a little embarrassedly. "No, I'm sitting on the side, you talk, you talk. "Yu Qingcheng really saw the scene of the military and civilian family this time, although it was not as beautiful as he imagined. Fortunately, she's a girl now, and there's plenty of reason not to mingle with these people.

The platoon commander and sergeant major next to him were blushing and writing down the names of some young people who had met the requirements for enlistment. This is also a corner of people's lives, there are soldiers, there are people, and there is also joy, and the old man sitting with Yu Qingcheng is also watching quietly on the side, occasionally drinking wine. I have to say that after Yu Chengcheng's enlightenment, the old man's spirit is much better, but Yu Tingcheng doesn't know if there will be young people to enlighten him when he is old.

Yu Qingcheng is a young man, naturally optimistic and cheerful, not that her thoughts are nobler than the elderly.

"Nong is burying flowers and laughing idiots, who does he know when he buries Nong? Maybe in a hundred and ten years, there will be no virtue of the five constants in the world, right......" Yu Qingcheng suddenly found that she actually acted as an emotional trash can today. The old man was in a good mood, but he made himself dizzy, and he felt a little ridiculous for a while. However, as a soldier of the people, a party member and cadre, it is also necessary to go to the countryside to send warmth to the lonely and widowed elderly.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that the home visit ended. Yu Chengcheng and they found a guest house, opened a few rooms, and lived in it.

"Kid, everyone had a great time today. Thank you, old man!" "In the evening, Zhang Yonghou and the others were already drunk and went to rest early. Yu Qingcheng sat with the old man in the room of the guest house to make tea and chat, which was very interesting. The old man said well, Zhang Yonghou and the villagers did have fun today, and Yu Chengcheng and the old man were also very happy, and they were in a very happy mood at this time.

The village guest house at night is very quiet and far-reaching, but it is not as far away from the humanistic atmosphere as the old forest in the mountains, giving people a sense of stability and peace.

"Senior, I am a martial artist who practices boxing, and my mind is not as delicate as that of literati, so don't say thank you. It's just that my cultivation is also very hard, but I can't reach the realm of sincerity like you, I don't know if you have any experience in cultivation?" Yu Qingcheng looked at the old man in front of him, feeling that he seemed to have a precipitated aura of the old era. It is safe to say that this old man should be a person from the Republic of China era, which was also the heyday of Chinese literature and martial arts.

In modern times, whether it is talking about literature or martial arts, it has fallen into disarray, and this is also a trend that cannot be reversed by the tide of the times.

Therefore, Yu Chengcheng's boxing is still only in the stage of self-cultivation, just like academics can also cultivate self-cultivation. However, such a realm is still a long way from those grandmasters of the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, so seeing that the old man can really reach the point of meditation makes everyone like Yu Tingcheng amazed. She naturally wanted to understand what kind of realm she was in after self-cultivation and what kind of path she wanted to take.

"The way of sincerity can be foreseen. I have devoted myself to academic study and silent cultivation, and I have lived for almost 100 years, even if it is a return to the country and a cultural movement, I have persevered with my mind. But being able to perceive one's own body and prolong one's life is only the second-class sincerity, and the true sincerity is to be able to taste one's own blessings and woes, and even the arrival of the limit......!

The old man took a sip of tea and glanced at Yu Qingcheng, with a look of self-deprecation on his face. Yu Qingcheng didn't say anything more, but watched the old man spread out a piece of paper on the table in front of him, and then slowly grinded it. The old man's movements are very simple, calm, and without the slightest sense of disobedience, which is essentially different from the modern outburst household who uses the four treasures of the study in order to learn taste.

Finally, the old man lifted the brush and wrote down five neat characters:

Benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom, faith.

This is the virtue of the five constants, Yu Tingcheng learned to write these five words when he followed his master to learn boxing. However, this old man's literary attainments are obviously much more profound, and the five words he wrote are very standardized, neat, and without the slightest exaggerated penmanship, which is completely attributed to the meaning of the words themselves. Yu Qingcheng looked at these five words, as if he had seen five of the most standard fist frames, and they jumped on the paper like a pile.

And the old man's pen is like a small gun, and it is indescribably chic and calm in a flash.

"Good words, good penmanship!"

"Haha, I'm smiling. After the old man gave these five words, he rested slightly, and even picked up a piece of paper again, and also wrote the virtue of the five constants again. But this time, he wrote in traditional Chinese, and when Yu Chengcheng looked at it, it seemed to have a little more artistic conception than just now, as if martial arts had stepped from bright energy to dark energy, and it was more like the era had retreated from modern times to before the founding of the People's Republic of China. Words are not only the language of communication, but also can reflect the precipitation of an era.

After that, the old man still wrote these five words, from the traditional Chinese to write the small seal, the big seal! Yu Qingcheng seemed to follow the old man's thoughts, and his heart flew into a more distant era. On the last piece of paper, the old man put down the pen in his hand, held his right hand weakly, and quietly gestured to the white paper in front of him. But Yu Qingcheng could feel that the old man began to consume a lot of physical strength.

At this time, what the old man depicted was Zhong Dingwen, and it was also the text before the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

"The road is feasible, and the country is a gentleman and Zen is given to a gentleman. And the state of no way, it is the villain who seizes power from the villain......" Yu Qingcheng looked at the old man motionlessly, only until he finally leaned on the wheelchair tiredly. The old man was sweating like rain, panting quietly, revealing a sad look. "Only by losing morality can we regain morality...... My life's research is on these few pieces of paper! Girl, if you can read it, you can read it, if you can't understand it, you don't force it. ”

"I don't have any other wishes, I just hope that you can pass on this bit of academic fur that I have studied all my life, find the right descendants in the future, and then pass it on. After doing this, the old man seemed to let go of his heavy burden, and the whole person was much more relaxed.

For those who study academics, what they are most afraid of is not death, but the fear of losing their bloodline. It's the same with boxing, it's true with all arts.

"Thank you, senior, I will slowly understand. Yu Qingcheng slowly took the pieces of paper, looked at the powerful font on them, and suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart. Although the old man was holding a pen and Yu Tingcheng was holding a gun, when the old man was writing, Yu Tingcheng had a feeling that the gun and the pen were blended! However, this feeling passed by for a while, and she didn't catch it, but only sensed it slightly.

The way of sincerity is not so easy to grasp. Sometimes, it's not about spiritual practice, it's about chance.

Yu Qingcheng carefully folded the pieces of paper, put them in his bag, and then took out a bank card, put it in the old man's hand, and told him the password. "Senior, there are about more than one million in the card, you can take a home, or go out on a trip casually, so as not to sleep outside and be bullied by the little people. Yu Qingcheng said, shook the old man's hand slightly, and the old man nodded heartily.

"Thank you, girl. In the future, you will definitely become a generation of grandmasters, I can't be mistaken. It's a pity, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for that day......"

Yu Qingcheng didn't say much, but arranged for the old man to go to bed early. I returned to my room, thinking about this time in the army and home visits, there was really an indescribable and unclear meaning.

The next day, it was almost noon, when everyone woke up. Yu Qingcheng also woke up the old man, picked him up and got into the car with him, and traveled together as if he were an elder relative.

In this way, Yu Chengcheng also took this old man with him during the days when he visited Zhang Yonghou's home. Although her education level is not high, the two have a common language, and the old man also teaches Yu Chengcheng to relearn to write calligraphy every day, from simplified to traditional, and then from small to large. Although Yu Chengcheng has not really reached the point of comprehending the way of sincerity, he has made great progress in the calligraphy of tracing these five characters.

Even, she was able to gradually appreciate the intangible-like relationship between the small gun of the brush and the big gun of martial arts, and took another step away from the level of strength in boxing.

"Maybe I can really understand the artistic conception of self-cultivation, and the boxing is really fulfilled in the body of this senior. ”

It wasn't until a few weeks later that Yu Tingcheng and Zhang Yonghou and their entourage also visited more than a dozen surrounding villages, and seeing that the home visit work had been almost done, Yu Tingcheng sent the old man away and drove home with Zhang Yonghou and his party.

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