"What is body refining?" Although his tone was as calm as possible, there was still a slight hint of tension mixed in.

This was the first time Yun Zhao had asked this question, and it must have been difficult to count, and before this question appeared, the last question he asked the most was about how to practice.

It's also strange to say that teenagers who don't play cards according to universal logic at all rarely regard their life experience or family affection as a problem in their hearts, and they don't even have the desire to try to solve it.

A person who lives very pure is very good at erasing unrealistic confusion, and what he pays attention to is not the mentality, but the powerful control that can suppress the psychological feelings, the human heart is flesh and blood, and Yun Zhao hides all the superfluous emotions that may hinder the progress.

Because he knew that if he didn't have the matching strength, then he wouldn't be eligible to get the corresponding secret, and before that, all he needed was strength, the power to unlock the secret.

As he sat here, waiting for the secret of refining his body, this qualification was not because he was cute and likable, but because of the strength he showed in the martial arts review.

Of course, it was a nice feeling to be able to unlock secrets, and he loved it.

...

Since the moment Yun Zhao stepped into the house, the old man with his hands flat on his lap had always maintained a warm smile, and only after seeing the young man give him a Tang military salute did the old man inadvertently show some appreciation in his eyes.

This old man, who has always been known for his irascible temperament in the military department, may not have noticed a single thing himself, and his image of thinking that he is kind and kind at the moment is more like a weasel greeting the New Year of chickens, and the two white eyebrows that are constantly shaking always give people an extremely uneasy feeling.

However, Yun Zhao is extremely good at dealing with this kind of person, after all, most of his life experience is from Chengping, the place where he only needs to speak for three points, and the rest is all made up by his eyes.

After a seemingly respectful and unobtrusive greeting, Yun Zhao quickly showed his lazy and restless side, slapped the table and stomped his feet to complain to the old man, tearfully condemning the invigilator for dragging him here, and not even giving him time to take a look at the list.

The lieutenant, who was walking in the cold wind, suddenly shook his spirit, rubbed his palms, and thought to himself that he didn't know who was worried about him.

Obviously, Yun Zhao's series of perfect performances are just to create an image, the image of a wronged border soldier, it is very easy to make people feel that it is not easy for a teenager At the same time, he can even make up for the miserable experience of a teenager who struggled out of the ice and snow, and suffered countless cold eyes and contempt for no reason before he felt the warmth of the world.

This kind of image fits the environment perfectly, and the old man, who was originally a little immersed in that tragic picture, suddenly noticed that something was wrong, and looked at the young man in front of him who was talking endlessly, and listened carefully to the words of complaining about being treated differently.

The long eyebrows raised slightly, and there was a bit of banter in his eyes, if he hadn't looked through the military files of this kid in advance, as well as what he had done in Kyoto during this time, I am afraid that he would really have to be enlightened.

Yun Zhao swept his eyes, and secretly said that it was not good, this was the opponent, and his face gradually showed embarrassment, but his mouth still did not stop, and he threw out the question at the beginning.

"What is body refining?"

The sound of silk and bamboo in the bead curtain stopped at some point, and the venue seemed very quiet.

The wind came from outside the house, the bead curtains were rattling, and the candle shadows were low, flickering and dimming.

The autumn wind in the middle of the night became cold, and the wrinkles on the face of the cross-kneeled old man were as deep as countless ravines, and suddenly they were blown away by the cold wind, and the old fox showed its tail.

"Your name is not on the list of martial arts reviews. The answer is not the question, and the following is naturally followed.

Yun Zhao kept smiling and looked at the old man quietly.

The old man was a little surprised, took a sip of tea, and continued: "The eight veins are not obvious, and I don't know anything." ”

After speaking, he looked at the young man expressionlessly, all the kind images he had created before were gone, the messy and fluffy white hair no longer looked funny, and a strong sense of oppression poured out, as if there were people from the military department present, and he would not be surprised, this is the momentum that the old man should have on weekdays.

However, Yun Zhao, who has always been in the remote border fortress, naturally does not know where the old man in front of him is in the military headquarters, but this will not affect the situation he suffers at the moment, like a flat boat churning in the river tide, all kinds of powerless emotions suddenly jump into his heart.

Still, he kept smiling.

...

A wooden table, two bowls of millet porridge, and three side dishes.

Yun Zhao chewed the sauerkraut root with relish, dipped some salted egg yolk with the tip of chopsticks from time to time, smiled at the old man who was sitting, and kept picking up vegetables for him, constantly boasting that these were carefully pickled in his spare time.

With the sound of gurgling and swallowing, a bowl of porridge quickly bottomed out.

The old man put down his chopsticks, his eyes couldn't stop appreciating, and he said slowly: "It's naturally not difficult to refine the body, you have already got a glimpse of the door, and you can be regarded as on the right track, tomorrow I will order someone to send you the detailed outline that has been organized by the military department." ”

Everything that came before, whether it was pretending to be kind or showing grandeur, was an inner game, about the measurement of chips and attitudes.

Yun Zhao tried to win more benefits by creating an atmosphere, and the old man tried to speculate on the psychology of the young people, obviously the progress of the two was not successful, but they got an equal exchange, or a frank meeting.

"If you join the military department, you will break through the border within three years. The content of the exchange quickly got to the point.

"I've heard that the Royal House is better. Yun Zhao gathered the broken shell of the salted duck egg into one place, and looked down for the broom.

"The Eastern Army King's Tent will be your place of instruction. The old man stood up and began to clean up the dishes on the table.

"It's a deal. Yun Zhao suddenly crushed all the broken shells into powder, his eyes blazing.

...

The old man looked at the back of the young man who disappeared at the end of the stone path, and couldn't help but let out a few laughs, his eyes were full of joy and relief, after thinking about it for so many years, he finally took a fat lamb from the hands of the royal court.

His right hand gently tapped on the corner of the ebony tea table, and his mind began to imagine what kind of virtue the old faces in the royal courtyard would hold back when they learned the truth.

The old man, immersed in the sea of happiness, turned around and was about to make another pot of tea to treat himself.

The voice stopped abruptly, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

A gray-shirted man sat on a bamboo stool, with a warm and delicate teapot and teacup resting on the table, and a vermilion charcoal stove beside the table, and hot mist slowly oozing from the spout.

The old man forcibly suppressed the uneasiness and weakness in his heart, coughed lightly twice, tried his best to make his voice appear more comfortable, and said, "Boss, what are you doing sneaking to the old man in the middle of the night?"

It's weird that a gray-haired old man calls a middle-aged man the boss, but the second half of the sentence vaguely reveals that "boss" may just be a title.

It was the gray-shirted man who was holding the iron pillar at the gate of the military headquarters and said indifferently: "Chang Ying, you are so bold. ”

...

Yun Zhao looked at the man on the other side of the rain corridor with some humility, feeling aggrieved.

With his hair scattered, his white clothes stained with grass clippings looked a little embarrassed, and Qianqin roared angrily: "Where are you dead, could it be that you still have a meal at the military headquarters?"

Yun Zhao touched his stomach when he heard this, thinking to himself, could it be that I can tell you about it after I ate?

At this moment, there is an interesting story in the wine shop of the Kyoto night market, the eldest grandson of the Qian's grandson turned the general headquarters upside down today, I heard that it was for a candidate who failed to make the list, and the Kyoto branch of dozens of clans in Luoyang almost fought with the people of the military department on Zhaohua Road.

A drunken man slapped a bowl of wine on the table, and the person who showed interest hurriedly poured it up.

A group of diners who listened to the first half of the meal and were in the mood hurriedly took out the silver and called the servant, and the drunk man looked at the wine that kept flowing out, and then proudly patted the wooden case.

"Don't mention that movement!"