Although Gu Wen was very persistent, three days had passed, and the little gray ash of the grass mud horse king had grown to more than a foot long, and Gu Wen still hadn't practiced a single ink particle.

Little Gray is also a little helpless for this mother who is cross-legged all day and does not move.

It tried the Tianpan style and found that this kind of action was too rebellious for the grass mud horse.

Let's learn to run with my father. Little Gray jumped out of the carriage and began to run after the green donkey.

The green donkey still takes good care of the little gray gray, and the arrogant head is slightly tilted, and the little gray runs with the corner of his eye.

Because the nurse mare behind the carriage is not fast, and the little gray gray is worthy of being the king of grass and mud, and the talent of galloping quickly has long been integrated into the blood of the whole body. Within a short distance, he actually followed the carriage.

When he was tired of running, Little Gray jumped into the carriage again and asked his mother Gu Wen to drink milk.

Gu Wen had no choice but to end another unsuccessful cultivation, stop the carriage, get out of the car to milk the cow, and get in the car to feed the baby. After the little gray ash had eaten and drunk enough and slept to sleep, Gu Wencai sat down again.

This time, he did not immediately enter the state of practice, but sorted out the thousands of failures in the past few days.

After so many attempts, Gu Wen has found that his practice line, formula, body and mind methods are all accurate. But why can't I cultivate ink grains? Could it be that my qualifications are really so bad that I am shocking and crying ghosts and gods?

As the saying goes, "When God closes a door, He opens a window." Hasn't the God of the Green Cloud Road learned this sentence?

Gu Wen once again took out the secret book that was about to be turned over and studied it from beginning to end. Finally, in the cover of the last page, Gu Wen found a corner of paper that was slightly lighter than the title page of the secret note.

Carefully cutting the pages on the back with a cutter, Gu Wen took out a piece of paper from it. When I opened the paper, the handwriting inside was the same as the notes in the secret note, which were written by the good man Xian Yu.

I saw that the paper read:

"Yu's family background is ordinary, his qualifications are average, although he has studied hard since childhood, he belongs to the middle level of students in Huaiyang City No. 1 Middle School. ”

"Later, I accidentally obtained this 'conformism' secret book, thinking that I had encountered an adventure, so I began to work hard to cultivate the 'conformism' true qi. ”

"Unexpectedly, I have been practicing hard for five years, but I still can't enter the door, and my level has been stuck at the elite level, from which I have not slipped away and become the tail of the crane. ”

"Fortunately, my family was smart and transferred me to Xinjiang Altay No. 2 Middle School. Relying on regional policies, I was admitted to Kyoto University with an excellent score of 210 points in the college entrance examination with a 31-level elite fighter. ”

"But when I entered Kyoto University, I found that this was actually a mistake, a junior elite warrior of the 31st level, in the elite top and heroic level of the school, it was simply a strange existence. ”

"When I was on the verge of despair, I was helped by a teacher named Bu Zhenwan, to whom I am grateful for the rest of my life. ”

"Teacher Bu's teaching is extremely rigorous, and he treats students equally, and the course of "Medieval Martial Arts Studies" taught by him has not changed a word for 40 years, and even the punctuation marks are not allowed to be adjusted. ”

"One day, while listening to his lecture, I suddenly realized the true meaning of 'conformism', and it turned out that 'conformism' is not only a kind of exercise, but also a state of mind. ”

"Then it came to fruition, and my 'Confucianism' cultivation was a thousand miles away, and soon my level was promoted to the elite level. ”

"If it weren't for the scarcity and high cost of the Alien Medium, I would have been able to rush forward. ”

"Eventually, I graduated from Kyoto University (out of a class of 50 people) at 25th place in my class and became a senior staff member. ”

"This story tells us that the exercises are not important. ”

"School, you must pick the best. Altay No. 2 Middle School, I thank you all my life. ”

Well, the second half of this is made up.

After reading this text, Gu Wen suddenly realized that special exercises like 'conformism', in addition to the mantra and body method, must also have a suitable state of mind to practice. ”

However, Gu Wen is a little embarrassed: "As a consultant, the most important trait is to break the rules and think flexibly. How can I achieve this 'conformist' state of mind? Do I also need to find a teacher like Bu Zhenwan?"

Rubbing his forehead and thinking for a long time, Gu Wen suddenly became enlightened:

"You can use an immersive customer experience. Find a conformist person, center everything on him, pay attention to his experience, pay attention to his emotional value, surround him, feel his feelings and feelings. ”

"Well, it's not that complicated, it's just a heart-to-heart, cosplay-role-playing. ”

"So who should you play?"

Gu Wen thought for a while, and suddenly found a good template - Wang Erlie, president of the Luoyang Musical Instrument Association, the famous Mr. "Wang Xinggui".

This president of Wang Xinggui must speak of rules in everything, and all actions are based on rules of conduct. It is the representative of conformism.

In fact, Wang Xinggui is not rigid, but he is good at abiding by the rules and using the rules, which is enough for the beginner 'conformist' exercises.

Gu Wen hadn't seen Wang Erlie, but through Lin Yuan, he learned about what the president had done. But this did not affect Gu Wen to give Wang Erlie a customer portrait according to his own ideas.

In Gu Wen's conception, Wang Xinggui is no longer an image of a fat body, short legs, small eyes and a round head. Gu Wen imagined him as a middle-aged man dressed as a scribe, square and majestic, and behaved well.

In fact, this should be the image of Zhu Wengong, a famous Confucian master in ancient Lanxing, and it is really overkill to use it to set Wang Erlie. However, Zhu Wengong is also a "confitist" fellow practitioner, and everyone has a face-to-face friendship, so it doesn't hurt to borrow and use it.

After the image in his mind was constructed, Gu Wen put it on himself, imagining how he would act in words if he was Wang Erlie, and then entered the state of luck.

The mind is one, the mind is moving, swallowing the qi, the positive and negative nine rotations, and finally set at one point.

Gu Wen looked inward again, and in the middle of the empty space of the lower dantian, a black ink particle the size of a sesame seed finally appeared.

"Success!" Gu Wen almost jumped up with excitement, after countless failed attempts, Gu Wen finally succeeded in exercising his skills.

"Ecstatic, this is not in line with Zhu Wengong's behavior, not in line with the spirit of 'conformism', and must be resolutely suppressed. ”

Suppressing his excitement, Gu Wen calmed down and began to carry the 'conformism' exercises over and over again in this strange state.

One grain of ink, two grains of ink...... With the continuous increase of ink grains, Gu Wen's martial arts realm quickly improved from bone refining to blood refining.

"This kind of practice method can be called the 'immersion practice method', which can be regarded as my Gu Wen's first creation, right?"

"Whoever wants to learn, recommendations, likes, and red envelopes are all indispensable. ”

"No, there were no ink particles just now. Asking for a recommendation or something, it really doesn't conform to the spirit of 'conformism'. ”

Gu Wen finally found a path to practice, although it was only a branch, it was enough to make Gu Wen overjoyed.

After finishing his cultivation at dinner time, Gu Wen was in a happy mood, and he got out of the car to find ingredients and cooked a meal with half meat and half vegetarian by himself.

Reward Lao Fang, Little Gray Gray, Little Green and the Nurse Mare.

Gu Wen also pulled out Xiang Thirty-seven, who was playing a pair of acacia trees, and Nan Guobei, a special guard musician from the headquarters, and invited them into the banquet.

After a feast, the guests and hosts rejoiced.

Nan Guobei's swollen face was swollen by Xiang Thirty-seven, and it was a lot more rosy. Little Gray Ash held his small wooden bowl with his front hooves and licked it happily in the bowl:

"Although my mother looks a little weird, her cooking skills are really good. Sure enough, she deserves to be the mother of Little Gray Ash!"

Full of food and food, Xiang Thirty-seven wore a stake suit with acacia leaves, saluted Gu Wen, and dragged Nan Guobei, who was in a shirt, to leave.

The instructions he received were 'secret' surveillance and protection, although he was always discovered by Gu Wen, and he lost face.

But a 'secret' is a 'secret'. Xiang Thirty-seven is still very persistent.

Gu Wen looked at the pair of strangely dressed guards of the Inner Mansion who left, and suddenly thought: "It seems that Xiang Thirty-Seven is also a benchmark for conformism, well, I will immerse myself in playing him next time." ”

Not to mention that Gu Wen happily learns 'conformism'.

Nan Guobei was dragged into a hidden place in the dense forest by Xiang Thirty-seven, and began the inhumane special intensified hellish training of the royal guards.

Because of Nan Guobei's delay that day, Xiang Thirty-seven almost made a big mistake.

After going back, Xiang Thirty-seven immediately rushed into the Golden Wind Drizzle Building, pulled out Nan Guobei, who was sleeping soundly, and beat him into a pig's head on the spot.

If it weren't for the fact that Nan Guobei was still a little useful, Xiang Thirty-seven almost slaughtered him with one sword.

Then Nan Guobei's painful days came. was caught by Xiang Thirty-seven every day, kept putting on makeup, hurrying, and had to conduct special training late at night.

On the road, the duo often matches:

Xiang Thirty-seven plays the grandfather, and Nan Guobei plays the grandson;

Xiang Thirty-seven pretends to be a rich man, and Nan Guobei pretends to be a groom;

Xiang Thirty-seven pretended to be a scholar riding a donkey, and Nan Guobei pretended to be a donkey ridden......

What's even more unfortunate is that since Gu Wen began to practice the 'conformist' exercise, he doesn't chant poetry, lyrics, sing, or play the piano.

Every day, Deng Huai, the deputy commander of the Inner Guard's guard, received the report of Xiang Nanguo and the others, and his face became darker:

"Today, Gu Wen woke up, brushed his teeth, washed his face, ate breakfast, practiced in the car, ate lunch, went to the toilet, practiced in the car, ate dinner, went to the toilet, practiced in the car, and slept. Didn't say anything all day, over. ”

was pestered by a group of dissatisfied dignitaries and young masters all day long to take care of the new work, Deng Huaixian was about to collapse.

So Xiang Thirty-seven's life was even more difficult, and Nan Guobei's life was even worse.