Chapter 293 Treatment

   Play a thousand songs and then make a sound, watch a thousand swords and then recognize a weapon.

   In Zhang Lao's words, this is "big". To play a thousand songs and watch a thousand swords is to extensively absorb all the bits and pieces of the projects or systems that you have studied and operated, so as to gather soil into mountains and water into seas.

   Then, when you look at the mountains from afar, when you swim in the sea, you can see the small mountains and the sea, and then you have crossed the threshold of "big" and got a ticket to enter the "zong".

   In theory, it’s simple.

   And how to get it?

  Someone draws from nature. As the "Book of Changes" says, "Look up at the image in the sky, look down at the law in the earth, take the body near, and take the things far away."

   Someone draws from "someone". Don't look down on the world, but learn from others.

  Some people work behind closed doors. Not from the outside world, but from oneself.

   Behind closed doors is a derogatory term conventionally, but not absolute. ——The consciousness of human body and mind is also a natural creation. It draws from itself, and in a sense, it also draws from heaven and earth. Of course, to do this, the requirements are very high, not everyone can do it.

   Regarding Da and Zong, Xu Guangling knows all about the doorway. In many gossips at night, Zhang Lao mentioned it, Chen Lao mentioned it, and he himself has thought about it.

   Just wait for it to be practiced slowly in the future.

  Xu Guangling also told Zhang Lao that he wanted to be a "pharmaceutical master".

   And the current cooking, etc., is a small test.

   This evening, after the main class on medicine and medicine, came the routine gossip time.

  Xu Guangling first talked about the phone number, and then opened the suitcase in front of three people, mainly two old people.

   The contents of the box are simple, three pieces.

   A dark pistol and a small box containing bullets; a gray and dull triangular thorn; a small book like a document.

  Chen Zhihe took a breath.

  Xu Guangling looked as usual.

   Compared with the training and knowledge of these days, this can only be said to be a gadget.

  Real gadgets.

   seems to be just as the middle-aged man said, just as a remembrance.

The eyes of the two old men crossed again. After a while, Chen Lao opened his mouth and said: "Xiao Xu, you have put away these things. In addition, about the phone number, you don't need to pay too much attention to it, just treat it as a... A...well, just be a chores agency."

   Xu Guangling nodded.

   When he left, Mr. Chen looked at his back with deep eyes.

   At night, Chen Zhihe was already asleep.

  The two old people are still in the backyard blowing the wind, watching the stars, and chatting.

   "Old guy, what do you have to say about this training of Zhuoyan?" Mr. Zhang asked.

   The mood of the old man during the day is a little complicated, and he is very clear about this.

   "Xiao Xu is over there, and another big satellite is placed." Mr. Chen said with a sigh, "And it should be a big satellite of shocking level, just like on our side."

   Mr. Zhang nodded slightly.

  The two of them are a bit special in themselves, so there are some shocks and some disbelief about this disciple's performance, but it's nothing.

   And for those ordinary people over there...

   "There is an internal talent grading system there. Level 5, DCBA, and A+. Normally, even if you are A+, you won't get this treatment." Mr. Chen explained.

   Hearing this, Mr. Zhang also felt a toothache.

   So let’s not talk about firearms and documents, the phone number is definitely not something like “don’t care too much”.

   His disciple.

Hey.

   It’s hard to say, and it’s impossible to say.

   And all the two old guys can do is pave the way.

   As for the way to go, they can't control it. - Who cares about such a disciple? At least the two old guys didn't make it.

  Xu Guangling left the small building empty-handed.

  Well, it's not right to say empty-handed, he took three books from Zhang Lao's study, which he wanted to read tonight.

   As for the suitcase and its contents, he handed it over to the old man for safekeeping.

   He now lives in a rented house. Although the security and atmosphere of the community are very good, and I have never heard of any theft or the like, fundamentally speaking, it is not safe.

   So it's better to keep things like that with the old man.

   Besides, he doesn't need this kind of thing, and secondly, there are security scanners everywhere now, not to mention the train station, even the provincial library where he will go now, there is one at the door.

   Carrying this kind of thing is not enough trouble.

  Bathing~lightnovelpub.net~Stand quietly in front of the window, while fuxiongjue, sorting out what you have learned and thought during the day.

   Then, Xu Guangling lay down on the bed and slept beautifully.

   But it was just over an hour before he woke up.

   I'm still hungry.

   In the past few days, his heartbeat has decreased again on the basis of more than a hundred times, and it has decreased by a small amount every day, but his appetite is still the same as before. In a short period of time, the fact that he is a rice bucket cannot be changed.

  After dinner.

   It is advisable to lie down, enjoy the cool air, and take a walk.

  Xu Guangling stepped out of the community and instinctively looked up at the sky.

  The sky is sparsely cloudy and there are few stars, but Xu Guangling knows that it will rain tomorrow at about ten o'clock in the morning, and it will rain for a long time, at least for a day or two, it should not clear up.

   The air at the moment is not very good.

   And when Xu Guangling entered the park, the thinner fog in the park seemed to be telling of sparseness.

   Born in spring and long in summer, harvested in autumn and stored in winter.

  In winter.

   If you gather well, when spring comes next year, your chances of life will be more prosperous. Those who do not gather well will be hard to say next year. Maybe this spring and summer will be gloomy, but next spring and summer will be withered and never return.

   This is reincarnation.

   This is also one of the greatest experiences and feelings brought to Xu Guangling by the practice of Fuxi Jue during this period of time.

   Tianming, Tianzhong.

  In the afternoon, Xu Guangling realized that there was no special training for this afternoon. In other words, he finally had a few more hours of free time during the day.

  It's not easy!

   It was raining lightly outside the window.

  The rain hitting the bananas is a common image in ancient poetry. Xu Guangling only ate plantains, but never planted a banana tree, and he never had the chance to experience what it would be like to listen to the rain hitting the plantains.

  Thinking of this, Xu Guangling knew what to do this afternoon.

   The next moment, with the umbrella he bought not long ago, Xu Guangling went to the long-lost library.

On the ground floor of the library, there is a reading room with its own books. Usually there are many people. It is not an exaggeration to say that there are no more seats during the day. The reading area at the window is generally very clean.

  Xu Guangling was in the sanctuary, reading the "Complete Tang Poems" leisurely.

   There are many Tang poems, among which the mediocre ones account for the vast majority, the bright ones do not account for one out of ten, and the excellent classics do not account for one hundred.

   But this is actually nothing, even if it is a lot of mediocre, no bright spots, read in a leisurely state, you can read a different flavor.

   It can be said that the writing slips fall with the rain, and I can steal half a day.

The meaning of    has nothing to do with books or people.

   is just a kind of vitality, a kind of serenity, a kind of hidden in the bleak, with the light wind, with the drizzle, scattered in the whole world.

   Therefore, neither wine nor tea is needed.

   And people get drunk, people get drunk.

   is the day, Xu Guangling wrote inscriptions on the blue bricks, the one hundred and seven days.

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  Thanks for the support of the recommendation ticket of "Freezing Point Wind Ling".

  Thanks to "Bing Tao" for his monthly ticket.

   (end of this chapter)