Zhang Xin was surprised, and the poor three walked in, and when he saw the thing floating in front of Zhang Xin, he exuded his strength without thinking about it, and rolled it up and held it in his hand.

"What are you guys playing with?" he looked at the intact pine needles in front of him, touched the back of his head, and looked at Zhang Xin and Zhao Fan in confusion.

"You can actually do it," Zhang Xin's heart was shocked again.

Poor San crushed the pine needles, walked to Zhao Fan and patted him on the shoulder: "What about you?"

Zhao Fan spread his hands and smiled wryly: "Ask your second brother"

Zhang Xin didn't explain, and suddenly spoke again: "Do you know how to write?"

Zhao Fan and Poor were stunned for three days, and the surprised expression on their faces seemed to tell Zhang Xin that he had asked a very idiotic question.

Zhang Xin got up, took out two withered pine needles from his arms, handed them to Zhao Fan and Poor Sanri respectively, and continued: "Use your strength to control this and write on the floor." ”

Zhao Fan and Poor Three Days were full of question marks, took the things in Zhang Xin's hands, and quickly wrapped them with energy. The pine needles slowly flew up and moved to the ground.

Without exception, the moment they were about to start writing on the floor with pine needles, the pine needles shattered instantly.

"It's not fun. "Poor San is a little impatient.

"This can't be done, right?" Zhao Fan looked up at Zhang Xin.

"Someone can" Zhang Xin sat down on the chair in frustration.

"Then can you?" Zhao Fan continued to ask.

"Hehe, I'm not as good as you, as soon as my strength touches the pine needles, this ghost thing will shatter into powder," Zhang Xin sighed.

Zhao Fan knew that the person who could do it in Zhang Xin's mouth was naturally Tang Yun, but seeing Zhang Xin's depressed look, he didn't want to ask carefully, so he squatted down, picked up the broken pine needles in his hand, and pinched them casually.

After a while, the poor three days saw that the two of them did not speak, and walked back to the inner room bored.

After another half an hour, Zhao Fan said thoughtfully: "I may know why my brother can't do it." ”

"Why?"

"Maybe you're in too much of a hurry and your mind is unstable. Zhao Fan casually raised his hand and rolled up the broken pine needles again.

"Eager for quick success, anxious for success, impatient, anxious for justice and righteousness are all negative words related to the word 'urgent', it can be seen that unstable mood will have a great impact on people, so that your energy can not be retracted freely. Zhao Fan explained.

Gradually, Zhang Xin understood a little, he recalled the situation when the evening breeze blew up the sawdust, nodded and agreed: "The breeze can blow up fragile things without hurting, if the wind hits, these things will be torn apart in an instant." ”

"What the brother said is very true, the breeze and the wind represent people's emotions, if you can control your emotions, this first step is not difficult, as for the second step" Zhao Fan shook it lightly, and rolled the pine needle with strength to press it into powder: "The marshal is really a master, he actually came up with such a method, I can't do this second step, and I can't think of anything." Sorry, can't help you. ”

Zhang Xin smiled: "You have already helped me, brother, don't be so polite." ”

Zhao Fan smiled: "It's still early, it's better like this, you give me a few more pine needles, and you and I will feel together." ”

"It's not good that my brother has to preside over the training, and he has to worry about the formation, so he should pay more attention to rest. ”

Zhao Fan waved his hand: "Why do you have to sleep for a long time before you die? Come, you and I will understand together." ”

Zhang Xin no longer stopped, took a few withered pine needles and handed them to Zhao Fan, Zhao Fan took them in his hand, walked to Zhang Xin and sat down, staring at the pine needles in a daze.

Zhang Xin thought for a while and said: "The marshal also said that there are three kinds of martial arts cultivation, and the first one is to cultivate the mind, but he didn't say much about this, just said that I will understand in the future, but there are problems related to this cultivation of the mind at the moment."

Zhao Fan shook his head and said: "What the marshal said is very correct, martial arts people cultivate their minds is particularly important, and others can't help them at this point, only after encountering people can they slowly comprehend." ”

When night fell, Zhang Xin stared at the pine needles and thought for a long time, during which a trace of irritability appeared, Zhang Xin immediately stopped, he took a deep breath and got up to fetch the fire, and lit up the torches in the captain's tent one by one.

Zhao Fan seemed to stare at the pine needles motionlessly, and gradually sweat appeared on his forehead, Zhang walked over with a hard smile and interrupted Zhao Fan: "Brother can't be in a hurry, otherwise the consequences will be the same as mine, and tomorrow's training will be delayed."

Zhao Fan sighed: "Fortunately, my brother reminded me, it's only been a moment, and I have a feeling of weakness, this cultivation method is really extraordinary." ”

Zhao Fan put a few yellowed pine needles into his arms, hugged his fists and said: "I'll still think about that formation to see if there is anything that can be improved, so I won't accompany you to practice, brother, please do your own." ”

Zhang Xin returned the salute and saw Zhao Fan pick up the candlestick and spread out the formation drawings and began to study it carefully. There was still a period of time before he cultivated, and it was inconvenient for him to disturb Zhao Fan here, so he had to tidy up his clothes and leave the captain's tent.

Today's training ended early, and after a few days, the soldiers' bodies gradually adapted to the intensity of the training, and they no longer fell asleep as they did at the beginning, but had spirits, so there were many sounds of conversation coming from the soldiers' tents.

Zhang Xin had no intention of disturbing them, just walked around the camp at will.

The voices in my ears are hearty laughter, sighs, muttering, different moods, different words.

"Alas, isn't it just the intersection of complex emotions? How can you achieve complete restraint, if you can be completely restrained, put aside the seven emotions and six desires, can this still be regarded as a human being?" Zhang Xin sighed heavily.

Zhang Xin silently took out two booklets from his arms, one was Ren Yushi's palm, and the other was the collection of herbs handed over to him by Ren Ghost.

Zhang Xin flipped through casually, closed it with a sigh and put it back in his arms, slowly raised his head, looked at the moonlight that had risen and said to himself: "Senior Ren, I haven't fulfilled your dying promise, and I haven't avenged your revenge, master." ”

"Cheng Ao!!" Thinking of the enemy, nameless anger rose in his heart: "Whether the marshal's method is suitable or not, I can't forget this hatred! I can't forget it! I want to keep this person firmly in my heart, even if I lose my memory one day, even if I am no longer me, I must not forget!"

Zhang Xin clenched his fists, he suddenly felt that after a long time, Cheng Ao's appearance was actually blurred in his mind, so he immediately felt that it was not good, so he randomly found a gun stick and drew on the ground, trying to recall Cheng Ao's appearance.

But Zhang Xin was very bad at portraits, and the more he painted, the more he didn't look like it, and he was a little angry at the moment and threw away the gun in his hand.

At this time, a soldier on night duty passed by, and he immediately stopped the man: "You!

This person recognized Zhang Xin as the deputy lieutenant, and hurriedly bowed down and saluted: "What do you command?"

"Is there anyone in the camp who can paint portraits?" Zhang Xin asked.

The man was a little puzzled, but immediately replied: "I heard that Wang Erhu's father is a painter, and he sometimes writes and paints. ”

"Go! Call Erhu to come to the captain's tent to see me!" Zhang Xin hated himself a little, hating himself for not realizing that the hatred had begun to fade.

Zhang Xin walked back to the lieutenant's tent, picked up a few rolls of paper and some pen and ink at random and walked out.

Wang Erhu was called, and his heart went up and down, and he saw that Deputy Lieutenant Zhang, who had always been kind, suddenly frowned, and his face was clouded, so he cried out again and again in his heart: "The big man summons the small one?"

"I said, you draw!" Zhang Xin handed Wang Erhu a few rolls of paper and pen and ink.

Wang Erhu took it with a blank face, looked left and right, and looked at Zhang Xin with a bitter face, not daring to speak.

"Just draw me on the ground!" Zhang Xin pointed sharply to the ground.

Wang Erhu dared to disobey, knelt on the ground with a puff, and spread out the paper with hairy hands.

Zhang Xin touched his chin and thought for a long time: "This person should be like this"

Wang Erhu began to paint according to Zhang Xin's description, but he was torn to pieces by him just after the painting was handed to Zhang Xin.

"No!

"That's not right!"

"That's not right!!"

A few hours later, the last roll of paper was used up, Zhang Xin looked at the person in the portrait, and finally did not speak again, but the anger in his eyes was stronger.

Wang Erhu was exhausted at this time, and looked up at Zhang Xin, for fear that the word "no" would come out of his mouth again.

"Old thief!" Zhang Xin held the portrait, his nails deeply embedded in his palm.

"Big man" Wang Erhu looked at Zhang Xin pitifully.

Zhang Xinli ignored him and looked at the portrait alone.

After a while, the anger in Zhang Xin's eyes became more and more obvious, and a wave of energy inadvertently enveloped his whole body. At this time, Wang Erhu had collapsed to the ground, and Zhang Xin in front of him was already full of murderous aura, making him feel the fear of death.

Wang Erhu's fear became stronger and stronger, and finally he couldn't help but shout miserably: "Big, spare your life!"

"What's the matter?" Zhao Fan heard the screams and walked out of the camp tent quickly, and many soldiers in the camp heard it, and lifted the tent probe to look over.

Zhao Fan was puzzled, helped Wang Erhu up and waved him to go, and saw that the soldiers in the camp were secretly looking, and then frowned and roared: "What's there to see? Go back and rest!"

Wang Erhu walked back in despair, looked back at Zhang Xin in horror, accidentally fell to the ground, and the soldiers were scolded by Zhao Fan, and they all shrank their heads back in a trembling manner.

Zhao Fan also felt the murderous intent in Zhang Xin's whole body, and couldn't help but look at the portrait in Zhang Xin's hand curiously.

"This is Cheng Ao?!" Zhao Fan immediately recognized the portrait when he saw it.

Seeing that Zhang Xi was still not moving, Zhao Fan was a little worried, and slapped Zhang Xin on the shoulder with one hand: "Brother!!"

was slapped by Zhao Fan, Zhang Xin finally came back to his senses: "I, I"

Zhao Fan was a little puzzled, and said: "This is the first time I have seen you kill so much, and Shicai also told you to meditate and meditate, why is this?"

Zhang Xin retracted his gaze and stopped looking at the portrait, and sighed: "I don't know why I seem to be blindfolded by hatred." ”

Zhao Fan said earnestly: "I know that you and Cheng Ao have a deep blood feud, but you can't force yourself like this, if you can't do it, we will give up the method of training." ”

Zhang Xin thought for a while and replied: "No! I am a little out of control, and I won't be in the future, so let my brother bother." ”

Zhao Fan looked at Zhang Xin and shook his head: "I'm going to inspect, it's okay for you to be alone, right?"

Zhang smiled bitterly: "I'm fine, my brother will go by himself"

Zhao Fan sighed and walked to inspect, looking back at Zhang Xin with concern from time to time.

"I can't even pass this level, how can I take revenge? Be calm, be calm!" Zhang Xin muttered to himself with the portrait and walked back to the camp.

Zhang Xin sat on the chair and tried to restrain his feelings: "I can't forget the hatred, the time is only one month, hatred, anxiety, anxiety, hatred!

"I can't be still!!" Zhang Xin yelled angrily, grabbing the hand of the portrait and slamming it against the wall of the barracks.

"Bang!" He smashed a hole in the wooden wall of the barracks, and the portrait of Cheng Ao had been stuck on the wooden fork on the wall, and then looked at Cheng Ao in the portrait, his face became extremely distorted.

Zhang Xin found that he was out of control again, looked at the portrait in a daze, and took several steps back.

Zhang Xin looked at Cheng Ao's portrait at a loss, and suddenly a thought popped up in his heart: "What if I look at this portrait and still be able to stay awake, my heart is angry but my mind is not angry?"

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