Guan Kuo wanted to continue writing until he finished writing the contents on the bamboo slip, but the old man waved his hand and motioned for him not to go any further.

"It's like listening to a piano, you have to focus on sorting out the first paragraph, not thinking about what comes after, so that nothing can be accomplished." The old man said.

"Tonight, you think for yourself first, I'll send you back, tomorrow night, still in this place."

Without allowing Guan Kuo to say more, the old man picked up the guqin, stood up, and motioned for Guan Kuo to follow him and go.

Guan Kuo nodded and agreed, now, after the old man's tempering for so long, he has become very suitable for the word "concentration", so the old man's words made him understand in an instant.

Inside the tent, he felt something unusual, especially the useless look at him.

Of course, there will be no kindness, but there will be no ferocious hatred in the past.

"Very conscious, count yourself as acquaintances." But Ray glanced at him sarcastically and said.

It was useless and didn't speak, but it could be seen that he was relatively satisfied with Guan Kuo's final "compromise".

Only Tie Shan Wu still seems to be smiling, and he makes people want to hit people the most.

Guan Kuo didn't bother to explain that the old man took the initiative to ask to go elsewhere, it was like a defeated rooster taking advantage of his tongue, and it would only make people laugh, he said hello to Tie Shanwu, lay down, and began to recall the words that the old man read to himself today, and tried to interpret them.

He thought about it for half an hour, but he was never allowed to enter, but he knew that everything could only be done gradually, and when it was a process, don't be too anxious about the result, which is the so-called concentration.

Tomorrow, maybe the Sudden Ones will attack, or even tonight, or the next, now is not the time to think about that thing.

Nothing happened overnight.

It's okay during the day.

The war between the Tuwu and the Northern Tang Dynasty has not broken out recently, but the intensity of Guan Kuo's training is increasing, in addition to feeling that he is becoming more and more like a professional soldier and becoming a little stronger, Guan Kuo is beginning to feel tired.

However, when the old man came again in the evening, he still dragged his tired body and left.

He saw that there were many good people standing on the other side of the tent, pointing at this side, and among them Ke Lei was the most powerful. I don't know why, he didn't feel angry, but a little funny.

It should be that his heart is also a little stronger, let others point out, I laugh at it, let the ridicule come to me, I laugh at it.

Looking at the indifferent back of the old man, he thought that he still had to work hard, compared to this one, his strength was too small.

At the heights again, the sound of the piano started, and it was Yangguan three stacks.

This is not Yangguan, but Guan Kuo thought of Yanmen Pass.

Out of Chang'an, farewell to Yanmen, north out of Yanmen without a reason.

His emotion did not last, and soon, at the end of the song, he was about to write a few more words on the ground, but the old man waved his hand, solemnly placed the guqin in a slightly flat place, stood in place, and suddenly put on a posture.

The cool breeze blew, and after that action, it stood still.

It's like time freezes.

Guan Kuo's eyes widened, and he didn't understand what the old man meant for a while.

However, the old man did not look at him, ignored him, and let him open his mind.

After being stunned for a moment more than ordinary people, Guan Kuo finally understood, he looked in all directions with some embarrassment, hoping that no one noticed here, and then followed the old man's example, and also made this action.

The old man was like this, he didn't move, and Guan Kuo didn't know what to do next, so he had to stay motionless.

The old man's movements are very natural, but they have their own charm, but when Guan Kuo does this action by himself, he feels ...... I don't feel anything.

Time passed slowly, and the old man and the uplifted high ground seemed to merge into one, turning into a still painting.

A stick of incense passed.

Guan Kuo's face was a little red, he had always thought that he was young and energetic, and he could easily do a lot of things, but within the time of this incense, he soon felt that he was exhausted, his body shook nonstop, and he was always worried about whether he would be blown down from here by the strong wind.

At this time, the old man slowly changed his posture, and finally froze on another picture, still standing still.

Guan Kuo was already very tired from training during the day today, but he thought that he couldn't be hacked to death by the abrupt people, so he still drew a scoop from the gourd, but he deviated from countless trajectories and followed the old man's movements, and then his limbs froze with soreness.

The old man made three movements today, and Guan Kuo felt that his effect was a mess.

When he stopped, the focus slowly faded, and Guan Kuo thought of everything that happened today, and his heart was full of mixed feelings.

The hunchbacked old Jin said to himself that the bamboo slip was very important, and he couldn't be obtained by others, but he actually believed in this old man who didn't know the details, is this appropriate?

"Are those gestures from the first few paragraphs of that bamboo slip?" After a moment of silence, he asked the old man who was carrying the guqin on his back.

The old man did not answer him, but turned slowly.

It's just that there is a sigh that slowly dissipates in the autumn wind, and there are some inexplicable sighs:

"Old rival, you made the right bet, you finally found it in this way, it seems that this is the fate of the two of us......"

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Guan Kuo's time with the old man was actually not long, but in retrospect, he felt that that time was very dreamy and unforgettable.

It was out of his normal life, but it was forced into it.

was not what Guan Kuo expected, in the rare days to come, the old man's teaching to him began to speed up, and there was no longer the previous good advice.

Guan Kuo carved out the words on the entire bamboo slip, and then the old man read it in Wu, and after a brief explanation, he began to teach the strange moves in it, and Guan Kuo felt that it did not seem to be useful.

In the meantime, he always faintly felt that the old man's expression on the words on the bamboo slips became more and more inexplicable, as if there was some deep secret hidden in his heart.

Of course, he couldn't ask, but he didn't know why there was a faint sadness in his heart.

When one night, when the old man poured all the moves into his head, he said: "We will not see each other again, at least not again in a short time, even if we meet, it will not be the way it is now, I hope you and you have everything in those days, I hope you will remember, put it in your heart, and slowly experience it yourself." On the road of life, there will always be encounters, after the encounter, there will always be differences, look farther, the world is big, there are more encounters waiting for you, just hope, you can remember some of the past, this is my advice to you. ”