The person that the villagers of Liuhua didn't notice was the old man Lu, a person who had to find someone who had nothing to do and no one wanted to see him. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 At this time, Old Man Lu came to a small valley with a baby in his arms.

The valley is surrounded by mountains on all sides, and ancient trees are towering, forming a natural barrier, making this place a blessed place that is difficult to find. It is said to be small because the east, north and west sides are all shrouded in trees, spreading from the mountainside to the valley, but the south side is a steep peak, a clear spring pours down from the halfway up the mountain, forming a cold pool at the root of the mountain, occupying most of the valley, the pool water flows eastward, submerged in the forest, and is lost. As a result, only about 1,000 square meters of land is actually exposed to the sun. Even if there are birds looking down from the sky, if you don't look closely, you will ignore the existence of the valley.

To the north of the valley, next to the woods, there is a small overhanging cabin, four or five meters above the ground. This chalet is interesting in that four large trees at equal distances are slightly inclined inwards to support the four corners of the hut, and only the south-facing side has a wooden door for entry and exit. The whole wooden house is completely arranged with wooden sticks of uniform thickness, but it is impermeable. If you look closely, you will see that all the sticks are tightly squeezed together and become a whole. The canopy of the four trees is large, with staggered branches and foliage, forming a natural protection.

There is a few meters of open space in front of the house, and the rest of the place is planted with various medicinal herbs. This valley is like a medicine garden. The herb grows vigorously and is full of floral fragrance, and there is clearly no lack of management.

As soon as the figure of the old man Lu shook, he rose to the foothold that extended in front of the wooden house, entered the wooden house with a familiar car, and put the baby on the wooden bed that only allowed one person to lie down.

"Son, this is your home." Old man Lu looked at the sleeping baby and muttered to himself.

This baby is naturally an abandoned baby who was ruthlessly abandoned by Nie Fuhou and his wife. It's strange to say, when he was in Liuhua Village, in addition to feeding and sleeping, he was crying the rest of the time, since he was picked up by Old Man Lu, he didn't cry anymore, and looked at Old Man Lu with bright eyes, very curious. Old man Lu pursed his lips and teased, and he giggled a few times. The sound is tender and crisp, like a hollow valley.

Since then, the old and the young have lived in the small valley. Old man Lu brought some food, boiled paste for the baby every day, put some grass juice and medicinal leaves in it, boiled it until it was fragrant, and the child drank it sizzlingly, very happy.

There is one more thing that Old Man Lu must do every day. Every day at noon, Old Man Lu has to give the child a medicinal bath. The herbs are ready-made, the liquid is boiled on time and poured into a wooden barrel. By noon, when the temperature is just right, put the child in a wooden bucket and soak it. Because of the cartilage, the old man always held the child, and his hands kept kneading and kneading. The child does not cry or make a fuss, and laughs twice from time to time. Soak for two hours before the medicated bath is complete. The old man soaked the child in the pool of water, really washed his body, kneaded and kneaded his hands in the same way, and after about a pillar of incense, the child returned to the wooden bed.

After more than a year, the child grew a little taller, to be exact, because he still couldn't sit and lie down. The child is young and ignorant, and the old man is not in a hurry. Happily, the child will call "grandpa". Old man Lu shouted countless "grandpa", and finally replaced a childish and vague "grandpa". Just such a sentence also made the old man feel very relieved, and his face turned into a flower.

The child can speak, which means that his mind has grown to understand people's speech, and the old man Lu then remembered to name him. The old man looked at the child and muttered, "Although the name is just a code name, it also implies heavenly opportunities and indicates future achievements. Your surname is Nie, and you are born with double eyes, and you can see a lot of things that ordinary people can't see, so your grandfather named you 'Nie Tong', I hope you will listen and see more in the future, be deaf and bright, and achieve your own good fortune. ”

Nie Tong's eyes lit up, he chuckled twice, and his soft little hands turned up slightly, as if celebrating that he had a name. Seeing Nie Tong's reaction, the old man nodded secretly, knowing that his daily efforts were not in vain.

The stable life continued, and Old Man Lu had one more task - to teach Nie Tong to speak every day. To say that this old man Lu is really a big "weirdo"! When others teach children to speak, they all point to things and say what this is and what is that, but Old Man Lu is different. He actually taught Nie Tong the "Tao Sutra" sentence by sentence, and said that this is a good thing that has been passed down for a long time. Fortunately, each sentence is not long, and the old man follows the principle of step-by-step, at the beginning, he didn't teach much, and he taught one or two sentences a day.

Whatever grandpa taught, Nie Tong learned. I don't understand, and I don't ask. In the small valley, in addition to the mountain wind and waterfalls, there is another sound - the sound of chanting. The sound went from muffled to clear, tossing and turning.

"It's a good way, it's a very good way. The name is famous, and the name is not very famous. The Beginning of the Nameless Heaven and Earth......"

There is no time in the mountains, and the cold does not know the year. In the blink of an eye, it was another year, Nie Tong was finally able to sit and lie down, and his little hands could also hold the pen, and Old Man Lu began to teach him to write.

Nie Tong's writing posture is different from ordinary people. The old man first moved him to the wall, sat down with his back against the wall, and then folded his legs around him, just like an old monk sitting in meditation. Nie Tong was born with cartilage, and this posture was easy to do, without the slightest awkward feeling. Put a thin wooden board on the leg, and put ink and paper on the wooden board, and you can write.

In order to avoid the drawbacks of Nie Tong's inability to sit for a long time, the old man also has a trick. He passed the rope under the armpits of Nie Tong's arms, tied it to the back into a slippery buckle, fixed the other end of the rope to the wooden wall, and then tied Nie Tong's hair with a thin rope, which was also fixed on it. This is good, before the words are practiced, Nie Tong is already hanging his head. (Later, Nie Tong's muscles and bones became more and more flexible and powerful, and sitting and lying down could last for a long time, and the rope was naturally no longer needed.) ）

The content of the practice is still the "Tao Jing", but the font is exquisite. The old man asked Nie Tong to look at his own handwritten book, a line of large characters and a line of small characters, the content is the same, but the font is different. The big characters are the ancient big seals, and the small characters are the common block letters now. The old man only taught Nie Tong to practice writing big seals, but the block letters were just for reading, not for writing.

Nie Tong's great cause of practicing calligraphy began. The old man taught him by hand, first teaching strokes, then talking about the font structure, and then practicing the whole character. When I first started practicing calligraphy, it was basically graffiti. The size of the words written by Nie Tong is different, but the weight of each word is not light, and it costs more than half a catty on the scale. The old man was not in a hurry or impatient, and patiently instructed. After practicing a lot, the thickness of the strokes will be controlled, the more Nie Tong writes, the more comfortable it becomes, the font is standardized, the size is moderate, and the old man smiles.

The Tao Sutra has 5,000 words, and Nie Tong has long remembered it well, and now he writes it in order, so he knows the pronunciation of each word. The old man was not at ease, he personally took Nie Tong's little finger to read the book, and then taught every word that was not repeated, and then let Nie Tong practice writing step by step. However, whether it was the previous recitation or the current practice, the old man only disciplined and did not explain in the slightest. That's a big oddity!

The benefits of practicing calligraphy are self-evident, but only those who have practiced for a long time will feel it. Nie Tong stroked the scroll with one hand, carried the pen with the other, and wrote one stroke at a time, where the eyes looked, the heart and hand were one, and the god walked at will, with the intention of the pen first. The big seal has many pictograms, and it contains the most primitive natural true meaning. After practicing for a long time, Nie Tong unconsciously entered a state: everything was quiet and forgot his body, and his mood was peaceful and calm. Strands of true qi naturally arise from the limbs and bones, wandering between the muscles, bones and blood, and finally converge in the dantian, condensing but not dispersing.

Nie Tong was unconscious, but Old Man Lu saw it clearly. He was secretly happy in his heart, and said to himself: "The Fa has not been preached but God has arrived, God is unconscious and angry, and the heart is unhindered and cultivates self-truth." Because of the form of anger, because of the shape of the form. Things and I forget them, and the Tao is natural. This son has just built a foundation, and it is really good and beautiful, and it is not in vain for the old man's hard work! ”

The medicinal bath continued, but the temperature of the medicinal liquid was getting higher and higher, and Nie Tong was soaking in the wooden barrel for longer and longer, and the old man occasionally added new herbs to it. However, the number of times is less. Sometimes once every two or three days, sometimes once every four or five days. The old man no longer kneaded his body for him, but just let him soak in it.

Taking a bath has long been accustomed to it, and Nie Tong also knows that it is good for his body, as for the filth that is often discharged from his body, because of the mixture of medicinal fragrances, he does not smell too unpleasant odors. The only pain was that he had to endure the heat from which the liquid began. No matter how high the temperature was, he gritted his teeth and insisted, even if he couldn't stand it and screamed, he never tried to struggle out. For this alone, the old man couldn't stop nodding.

Practicing calligraphy is a compulsory course for Nie Tong every day. He has no distractions, and treats his daily practice as eating and sleeping. When the little handwriting is tired, he rests. With your palms up, close your eyes and rest. Dust-free, unthinkable. After practicing "5,000 words", the old man took out the "Nanhua Sutra" again. The same two-font manuscript is usually taught to read first, and then to write. As for the meaning, there is still no explanation. Whatever grandpa asks him to do, Nie Tong will follow the gourd. Although he didn't know what to do, Grandpa didn't say it, and he didn't ask.

Life in the valley is pure and orderly, two years have passed in a snap of a finger, and Nie Tong is five years old. The "Nanhua Sutra" has also been practiced by him to write silently. Old man Lu didn't take out any new books to teach him, so Nie Tong practiced writing two scriptures repeatedly, focusing on writing the characters more neatly and beautifully.

Not long after, Nie Tong himself had an idea - learn to walk. He didn't know if other children were like him, but the old man's ability to move around had already been seen by him, and he gradually longed in his heart that he could walk around like his grandfather. I have to say that the effect of the medicinal bath and the benefits of practicing calligraphy have made his muscles and bones more tenacious, and the strength of his hands and feet has increased a lot, so he wants to try it secretly.

Once, when the old man was not in the house, he slowly climbed down from the wooden bed, and tried to move two steps on the wooden bed, but he did it, and he was immediately excited, and his emotions rose. Stand firm first, then raise your legs and take steps, and see that grandpa walks very casually, I should be able to do it. Thinking to himself, he propped his hands away from the wooden bed and kept his body as straight as he could. Unfortunately, before he could turn around, his legs began to tremble. Hold on, hold on...... He wanted to grit his teeth and insist, but he couldn't hold it for even half a minute, so he fell headlong.