Naturally, his injuries are not good, and it will take a long time to recover, but he will no longer go to war, because the Northern Tang people will not really blatantly send people to death, even if those people are particularly vulnerable in the face of war.

Every day during the day, he would go to do some allotted labor for the army, sweat profusely, and at night, he would come to that place at regular intervals and wait for the arrival of the old man.

It seems to have become a law of nature.

On the sixth day, he began to listen to the piano while carving, because he no longer cared about the extra person around him, the sound of the piano, the sound of the piano, the person, or the two people, only the distance was different, and the others were actually the same.

Tie Shanwu's smile every day was very inexplicable, making him almost creepy.

However, he didn't want to pay attention to this guy, because just like useless them, he didn't do anything wrong, so why should he always care about other people's opinions?

It was already the eighth day since I met the old man.

The starry sky was covered by heavy clouds, and the moonlight disappeared without a trace.

This is a sign that tomorrow will not be a sunny day.

Moreover, the Tuurs will attack.

The more unfavorable it is, the more annoying it is, the more irritable the army, and the more everyone feels that they don't want to fight, the more abrupt people will suddenly appear, expecting to be caught off guard by the Northern Tang Dynasty. This is something that Guan Kuo only understood some time ago.

The wind was getting colder and colder, Guan Kuo looked up at the dark sky, and tightened his clothes.

He saw that next to him, the mysterious old man's coarse cloth clothes were flying, but he didn't care, his fingers flicked like flying, and the sound of the piano overflowed from his fingers, competing with the huge autumn wind.

I don't know why, but Guan Kuo saw a strange feeling of a fairy wind bone from between the inconspicuous coarse cloth clothes.

Moreover, in the old body of this gale, there seems to be a very majestic power hidden.

It's not just about seeing, it's about feeling.

He frowned, as if he doubted his own feeling, after all, the human body is the human body, how can there be a majestic power hidden in such a small body?

He seemed to think for a while, and then, when he came back, he saw that the old man who was playing the harp did not leave silently as usual, but sat there cross-legged, looking at the three words he had just engraved on the ground and forgot to erase, and was silent for a long time.

He was suddenly a little flustered.

He didn't know if he was careless, panicked when someone else saw that font, or panicked because of something else.

At this time, he saw that the old man's slightly dry lips squirmed and opened, and then, speaking the first words he heard, the first word to be exact.

His face instantly became extremely shocked.

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……

Perhaps he will never forget this scene today, and the accent of the old man.

He carved three fonts on the ground, and the old man pronounced them word by word, pronouncing three sounds.

He didn't recognize those fonts, but he recognized the three sounds made by the old man.

In addition to learning the language of the Northern Tang Dynasty since he was a child, his father Guan Qinghe also taught him another language that he didn't know where he belonged at all, as well as the shape of his mouth.

He had only spoken that language to his father, and he knew his mother would, but he never talked about it.

Today, he met a third person.

After all this, he could not even remember the event, until today, the enigmatic old man once again sounded such a syllable in his ear.

He was a little excited, a little confused, and a little flustered at the same time. He didn't know where that dialect was, why his father taught him to learn the dialect of that place, and why this old man knew the words and was able to pronounce them in that dialect.

He felt that the old man was looking at him.

Only one eye.

He had the feeling that his whole body had been seen through, and he couldn't help but feel cold.

The old man seems to have seen a lot.

He stood up, carried the guqin, and turned away.

Knowing that the old man was leaving, Guan Kuo also stood up and showed his respect, but his heart was very chaotic, and his face was unpredictable.

The old man turned around and said lightly in Northern Tang dialect: "This is Wu Nong's soft language." ”

His back is gone.

In place, Guan Kuo looked at the sky and the ground, but he didn't know what he should do in a trance, but he really didn't know what Wu Nong's soft language was, he grew up in Chang'an since he was a child, if it wasn't for this time, he wouldn't have seen the scenery outside the gate, as for the dialect of what and where, he really didn't know much.

But, it was still that, he didn't know what was going on.

The next night, the old man came again with the guqin on his back, as if nothing had happened.

Guan Kuo knew that everything had happened, and the curiosity and depression in his heart were very strong, just a little better than last night.

The old man set the strings, but it was still a flat sand and a wild goose.

The sound of the piano tonight is beautiful, and it has dried up after a rain during the day, and the sky is also beautiful.

But Guan Kuo was a little absent-minded for the first time.

On the ground, he carefully drew out six big characters in the order of the bamboo slips, hoping that the old man would be able to read them all so that he could know what was written on them.

However, after three songs, the old man frowned, did not look at the words he carved on the ground, and said, "When listening to the qin, you should think about the sound of the qin, not anything else." ”

He didn't pronounce those six words as Guan Kuo hoped, but picked up the guqin and left.

Guan Kuo was instantly confused by this completely unexpected plot development, and was stunned, not knowing what to do.

He thought about it for a long time, not knowing how to completely get the things on the bamboo slip from the strange old man, tossing and turning.

When the old man came again, he did not engrave the words in the middle of the way, but waited until the old man finished playing the piano before carving the words.

However, the old man still didn't even look at it, and left, before leaving, it was still the same sentence: "People can't be half-hearted, listening to the piano is listening to the piano, you are not serious now." ”

The old man was gone again.

Guan Kuo felt that his head was a little big, and he thought about it again before going to sleep, so he ushered in another night.

This time, he didn't engrave halfway, and after the old man finished playing the piano, he didn't engrave, but the old man didn't give him any chance, and left after playing. ”