The strange old man appreciated the scrivener very much, and said something vaguely, probably appreciating his adaptability, so many days of suffering were not in vain. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info This was the first time he heard the old man speak, but due to the language barrier, he couldn't understand a word. However, this did not hinder the communication between the two, and the old man rehearsed various movements for the scrivener, and from time to time he came to him.

Dodge left and right in the scrivener box, avoiding the opponent's various weird moves. He gradually understood that he had been laying the foundation for the past 20 days, and he only started to move seriously today. The exchange time is not long, but the scrivener has gained a lot, and it turns out that the use of yoga in actual combat is so powerful. The old man suddenly knocked down the scrivener with a movement similar to sweeping his legs, braided his limbs, neck, and torso together like weaving a basket of flowers, and continued to "roll meat balls".

This time, the scrivener box is very cooperative, and you don't have to bother the old man, you just roll on the ground. Whoever makes himself have a bad bone can only make up for it in this way.

Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye. This half month is the most tiring and bitter period of the scrivener. During the day, it is divided into two stages: "rolling meat balls" and practicing yoga, and at night, I have to work overtime to continue rolling meat balls, and even fold my body when I sleep.

The scrivener pinched his fingers and calculated, there were still four days before the confinement expired, and he was afraid that he would have to go back to the training base. It will not be easy to blame the old man in the future. He took out a silver dollar and gave it to the cook in the canteen, asked them to cook a few good dishes, and carried them up the mountain to the old man, which was a thank you for so many days. The old man is Indian, and I don't know if India has the habit of drinking, so the old man specially made a bottle of wine, hoping to drink with the old man. For this bottle of wine, he paid another silver dollar. The silver dollars were all earned by Lu Shuting by playing black boxing, so he could only use them first, and then find a way to make up for them later.

The soldiers on the top of the mountain saw that the scrivener had brought a large bag of good food and a bottle of wine, and their eyes were green, so they almost pounced on it and grabbed it directly.

The scrivener hurriedly protected the things, "A few brothers, I'm really sorry, today's wine and food are for the strange old man, and another day my brother will prepare the best wine and food to entertain the big guy." ”

The soldiers didn't want to say anything, and watched as good wine and food slipped away from their eyes. These people can't figure it out anyway, a madman is just guilty of offering like a grandfather.

Of course, the scrivener will not explain to them, his relationship with the strange old man is purely a kind of fate, and this kind of fate is not something that everyone can encounter.

An old man and a young man sat cross-legged on the grass, the curtain swept the ground, and the sunset sprinkled golden brilliance, setting off this very sloppy strange old man very holy, his messy hair shining in the sunset, and his dry and wrinkled face was also covered with a layer of gold. The whole person is like a god.

The scrivener respectfully kowtowed to the old man three times. The old man realized that the scrivener was leaving, and looked at the sunset with cloudy eyes, as if there was a kind of melancholy of parting. The thin white fingers picked up the wine glass, and drank the wine in the glass.

It turns out that Indians also drink alcohol, and the scrivener box fills the wine again. Only then did it become clear that the old man was wearing a layer of gloves with a very special texture on his hands, almost no different from the color of the flesh, no wonder his hands turned white.

The two drank to each other until midnight, and the old man seemed to be overwhelmed by the wine, and fell to the ground and snored like thunder. The scrivener took off his coat and covered it with the old man, and the night dew was slightly cool, for fear of freezing people. I stumbled down the hill by myself.

The next day, when the scrivener went up the mountain again, the soldiers stationed at the top of the mountain told him the news that the strange old man was gone, and that he had gone down the mountain alone at dawn, and had taken with him a military uniform.

The scrivener looked at the field below the mountain as if it was lost, and the parting always came so quickly and so suddenly. I wanted to get along with the old man for a few days, but the parting came so suddenly. There are no tears in his eyes, just a determination and persistence, he must drive the little devil out of Myanmar, so that all the old people can spend their old age in peace, and the tragedy of white hair and black hair will never be staged.

Yoga, a fortune left by the strange old man to the scrivener. Only by truly entering the world of yoga can you appreciate her charm. The scrivener does not dare to slack off, and works day and night to boil up the muscles and bones, which is the foundation of yoga and cannot be wasted. As for some of the enemy's moves, they are completely extended from this foundation. The old man has been conveying the idea that yoga itself is not for fighting, this is the essence of practicing yoga. However, if you force yourself to fight, it is not impossible, it depends on the practitioner's own mentality and circumstances.

Naturally, the scrivener will not regard yoga as gymnastics to strengthen the body, and actual combat is what he wants. Forming combat effectiveness cannot be achieved overnight, and requires sustained perseverance and endurance.

When Tang Zhongcheng pushed the door in, he was startled by the situation in front of him. The scrivener is rolling on the bed like a ball of meat, and the limbs are entwined with the neck and lumbar vertebrae, and it doesn't look like a normal person.

When the scrivener saw someone coming, he quickly let go of his body, "Guard Tang, is there something wrong with me?" ”

"Yes...... Something. Old generation, are you alright? Tang Zhongcheng was stupid.

The scrivener activity moves the muscles and bones, indicating that they are good and normal.

Tang Zhongcheng relieved his heart and said, "When the confinement period expires tomorrow, you go back to the company first." Then there will be surprises. ”

"Yes." The scrivener gave a standard military salute. He didn't know what the surprise was, but it was definitely a joy to be able to return to the company and be with his brothers. During this time, how are the little monkeys and Gong Daniu, and are there still people playing black boxing...... Thoughts flew to the training camp at once.

Tang Zhongcheng could see that he was thinking about his heart, and at the same time, he always felt that something was wrong, the old generation just now was very terrifying......

The next day, a military vehicle sent the scrivener box to the Lambgar training camp, and the confinement required a car to pick up the car, which was undoubtedly a legend in a period when cars were rare.

The scrivener returned after the expiration of the confinement, and as soon as the news came out, it immediately caused a lot of sensation for the 113 regiment 3. After all, the "confinement" of the scrivener box has spread too widely, and everyone in the group knows about it. His return to nature is also a focal point.

"I can't imagine that I can come back intact after two months of confinement!" Some soldiers secretly sighed.

"Yes, after being confined for so long, people are not only fine, but on the contrary, they are fat. It's weird. Another soldier chimed in.

"It is said that confinement can make people peel off their skin, this person has been locked up for two months, why is there nothing at all?" Many other soldiers were puzzled.

They don't know that the way the scrivener is closed and confined is very special, and if they knew, I'm afraid there would be no such exclamation.

Little Monkey and Gong Daniu were overjoyed, and it was beyond their expectations that the scrivener box could come back so intact. Many soldiers sent blessings and greetings to the scrivener, after all, he took all the responsibilities alone, and he was definitely a pure man, and this kind of performance conquered many people.