MMP！

Gan Congshi wants to beat people.

He promised that with a slap down, he would be able to slap this damn little guy directly outside the Medicine King Valley!

You little one, do you know how annoying you are?

Gan Congshi stared at Xu Guangling with disgusted and godless eyes for a long time, before he shook his head and sighed, forget it, the old man has a lot, don't worry about you little hairy child.

This sigh also directly calmed down Gan Congshi's messy mood.

In the final analysis, this is an old man who has experienced the world after all, and he is also a real earth-level cultivator after all, not an ordinary old man.

Even if the impact he suffered just now was too great, even if the entire "worldview and outlook on life" had been hit almost devastatingly, at this time, he still quickly sorted out his thoughts, at least, recovered from that blank state.

Still, there seems to be a post-hangover headache.

"Boy Ling, speaking of which, I'm not afraid of your jokes. "Gan Congshi opened the mode of talking and complaining," the old man always thought that it was already great to be able to open seven or eight tricks. ”

Your old man has only seven tricks.

There are only seven, no eight.

So it's not seven or eight!

Of course, this is definitely not to be said, it is too much fuel to the fire.

"Now that I think about it, hehe, ridiculous. Gan Congshi shook his head as he spoke.

Is it ridiculous?

It's not funny.

Earlier, Xu Guangling's two division commanders thought that there were a total of five tricks in the human body, four tricks in the hands and feet, plus the top of the head.

Earlier, Xu Guangling didn't know anything.

And this world, although this is a world where cultivation is very popular, but at present, judging from the situation in the entire Annam County, the inheritance of cultivation is not so popular.

Judging from the situation of Gan Cong, he and the family behind him have a fairly shallow understanding of the level of cultivation.

It's nothing.

Shallow ignorance is not ridiculous, it is obviously shallow and ignorant, but you still think that you know everything and can do anything, that is called ridiculous.

As Confucius said, "Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, and knowing is knowing." ”

With Gan Cong's current self-perception and self-described "ridiculousness", this person can be called very good.

Knowing that he is not satisfied with this bucket, it is possible to continue to fill it with water, and even take the initiative and be more urgent to find water to recharge. On the contrary, those who are dissatisfied but self-satisfied are artificially covered and covered to death.

In that case, even if he is thrown into the Pacific Ocean, the empty barrel will still be an empty barrel, it should float or float, it should float or float.

Xu Guangling didn't speak, he was already ready to listen to Gan Cong's style to give a spiritual speech.

He wasn't mistaken.

Next, with memories and emotion, Gan Congshi talked about the pace of progress in the process of cultivation step by step from the time he was a child, slowly, much, and truthfully.

Perhaps it shouldn't be called a "speech", because a lot of the time it's not very real.

It's like in relationships, most of the time.

Interaction may not be true, but many situations are actually going through the motions, going through the process, and there are not many times when you really "have a heart-to-heart".

Having said that, don't talk about having a heart to heart with others, there are not many times when a person has a heart to heart with himself.

Xu Guangling was honored to hear the heart-to-heart words of an old man at this moment.

In the slow and long narrative, Gan Congshi showed Xu Guangling almost all his 100 years and decades, talking mainly about cultivation but not only cultivation.

About the practice, about the herbs.

About the family, about the seniors and juniors, but also about his family feelings, etc.

The reason why I say these things is because they are inseparable from the spiritual practice, or although they can barely be separated, they are not separated for a while.

So at this time, Gan Congshi told Xu Guangling about the melon with the stem, the vine with the leaf.

In fact, while talking, half of it was for Xu Guangling, and half of it was about asking and talking to himself.

There is a story to be followed.

He also had wine.

His old friend, who had lived here for a month, had not yet drunk a lot of wine, and some of it was still fermenting, and it was not yet fully brewed.

Xu Guangling is now half a master here, and when he paused slightly, he automatically and spontaneously went to get the wine, poured it for the two of them, and then drank it.

Then, it's still a matter of being obedient.

Xu Guangling occasionally interjected a sentence or two, but most of the time he just listened.

In this retelling, Gan Congshi was actually just low and emotional, and then he didn't vomit or feel unhappy, and by the way, he also took this opportunity to sort out his mood and further calm down the impact and blow he had received before, and he didn't want to get any response from Xu Guangling.

Even many of them, he felt that Xu Guangling should not understand.

As for Xu Guangling, since he has long been ready to promote this "New Year's friend", now that he understands his past, he can achieve precise strikes, oh no, precise delivery.

The height of the Grand Master + comprehensive understanding.

What may happen later, in fact, there is no need to say more.

When Gan Congshi finally finished speaking, the sky was almost bright, and a jar of about 20 catties of wine was almost drunk by the two of them.

Xu Guangling drank a small half catty of it, and the rest went into the mouth of Gan Cong.

In fact, there is still a small half left in the cup, Xu Guangling drank it all at the moment, and then said to Gan Congshi: "Senior, as the saying goes, there are comings and goings, I listened to your story, and now, I will also tell you a story." ”

Hearing this, Gan Congshi's spirit was lifted, and he even sat up straight.

Xu Guangling himself also has a story, and his story is actually much more tortuous than the Gan Cong style, but of course, his story cannot be told.

I don't mention a lot of secrets that can't be said at all, the most important thing is that he is now a "white body", only at the age of eleven, of course, there is nothing to talk about.

So, Xu Guangling's story started with "Leng Qingyun".

Leng Qingyun, the first time this name came out, it was in that compound, in front of Xu Tonghui's eyes, and then, it spread to Juxing Tower.

But it didn't spread widely.

It was a little accident, but it wasn't a surprise.

At this time, the story once again spread to the Gan Shun style.

Ye family.

Leng Qingyun lived in the Ye family and entered the family study.

Mr. Ethnology like a god.

Incredible assessment.

What's even more incredible is simply like a legend outside the sky.

And the "Babel Tree" that cannot be described in any words.

Xu Guangling wrote and wrote, many times it was dictated, and occasionally when needed, it was supplemented by pen and paper, such as Taoist poems and the like, and he wrote it on paper for Gan Congshi to read.

And willingly......

It can only be said that this day was an extraordinary day for him.

If you are willing to travel to the earth, and then become a primary school student carrying a schoolbag to school, and then the Chinese teacher assigns an essay in class, "My extraordinary day".

At that time, Gan Congshi could probably write down his day:

"A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, a certain place. ”

"Night. ”

"Morning. ”

"Oil lamps, moon, morning light. ”

"Someone. ”

"Secrets. ”

"Incredible. ”

"Incredible!"

"Incredible!!

Then the next day, the teacher corrected -

"I don't know what to say!"

"There is no limit to the genre, except for poetry!"

"Not enough words!"

Whichever of these three reasons is enough to give this essay a score of zero.

Then he took the zero-score essay test paper, and smiled meaningfully and did not defend himself.

And after class, when he was carrying his school bag, when he left the school and walked to the busy city again, and walked to a certain street corner, suddenly, time seemed to stop, and the whole world seemed to stop.

Then the memory spins back to the past, to that night and that morning.

That night, he was talking.

That morning, "someone" was talking.

It's time.

After he listened, his heart seemed to stop beating, and time seemed to stand still.

That moment.

The sky is cracking, but there is no sound.

Then the brilliant magnificence, the incredible, the other side, the flowers bloom.

That moment.

Standing on the seashore in a reluctant manner, he saw the mysterious and wonderful scenery on the other side of the sea.

That moment.

Gan Congshi lowered his head and looked at his feet.

He said to himself –

"I want to cross the sea. ”