Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

I have gained something, but I can't understand it, I can't understand it, and I can't sit still.

Nai traveled day and night to Nanyang and came here to seek solutions from Zhuge Xiaoyou.

The old man put the paper in his hand on the table, it was the letter written by the boy, and sighed slightly.

He came here with audacity this time.

After these few days of research, he is well aware of the importance of this principle of physics, not to mention other things, if he can get the pressure of it, it will be a great university.

Qi is everywhere, and its power is endless. If a person masters its way and uses it skillfully, he will also master a huge force in his body.

What's more, the inappropriateness in Gewu is just this force.

He can feel that this will be a road to study.It's really a bit cheeky for him to come to ask for help so much.

However, he really wanted to see the Dao.

The old man bowed to perform the salute.

"Little friend Zhuge, I still ask you to know a thing or two."

Seeing the old man salute, the young man hastily got up and stepped aside, after all, he couldn't afford such a salute from school.

With a wry smile, he stood up and said.

"Mr. Hui, there is no need to perform this ceremony, it is not appropriate for Liang to accept it."

As he spoke, he gently helped the old man up, and then he sat down and said.

"As for how I learned about this study of things, it's a long story."

There was some memory in his eyes, and the white-robed boy sat in front of the table and said slowly.

"It must have been a few months ago, there was a torrential rain in spring, and a guest came to the house at night."

"I thought it was just an ordinary guest, but who knows how much she has learned, she said that she was grateful for staying overnight and taught me what to learn."

"There are many students in it..."

The boy's narration was not fast, but he spoke clearly.

The window of the room was half open, and the wind came in through the window accompanied by the boy's voice, blowing the paintings on the wall.

It was almost dusk outside the house by the time the boy finished speaking.

"That's why the gentleman said that he would come back when the flowers and trees in the courtyard started. Before he left, he gave me a book for me to read."

"From my point of view, the only way to know is to know things, but since I can't understand, the gentleman has disappeared. After tossing and turning, I wrote a book with Mr. Hui to find out. It's Liang who troubled Mr.."

As he spoke, the boy in white bowed apologetically.

The old man in front of him was stroking his beard, his wrinkled face was stunned.

"It's like this..."

As he spoke, he let out a long sigh in disappointment, his shoulders drooped, as if he had aged a few years.

Said helplessly.

"Since it is a private grant, the granter has not given it, so I shouldn't have read it. Hey, it seems that the old master has no chance to go to the Dao."

As he spoke, he smiled dejectedly, picked up the cold tea bowl on the table, and drank the cold water.

The young man in white looked helplessly at the old man in front of him. He was well aware of the temperament of the man in front of him, and he would never do anything against the teachings.

So even if he was willing to give the book to the old man, the old man probably wouldn't read it.

Perhaps it can be said to be pedantic and stubborn, or it can be said to be a kind of persistence in respecting learning first.

After finishing his tea, the old man finally asked another question.

"Little friend Zhuge, I will ask one more question, what is the name of the book that Mr. and you wrote?"

"Qimen Dunjia." The white-robed boy's voice was not heavy.

But the old man was stunned there, the tea bowl in his hand fell on the table, made a soft sound, and spun on the table.

"Mr. Hui?"

The boy didn't know why the old man reacted like this.

The old man heard the young man calling him, moved his eyes, and looked at the young man to confirm again.

"Little friend Zhuge, what did you call that book just now?"

"Qimen Dunjia." The boy said it again, with some doubts in his eyes.

Qimen Dunjia·····

Thinking of these four words, the old man moved his mouth, as if he was caught in some memory.

When he was young, he used to travel in the countryside.

By the riverside, I saw a man in gray clothes and a bamboo hat sleeping next to a bookcase half the height of a person.

It was winter and the weather was very cold.

I walked over by myself and saw that the man was wearing thin clothes, thinking that I had finished my excursions, so I should go home.

He took off one of his clothes and her.

The man woke up, saw himself, and smiled. The bamboo hat covered his face and only saw the smiling mouth in half of his face.

She thanked her for her clothes, and then took three books out of her box, saying that she could choose one to read.

He felt that he had nothing to do, so he picked a book to read, and that book became the foundation of his future learning and laid his path.

And one of the other two of those three books is called Qimen Dunjia.

After he finished reading the book, the man collected the book and left.

Later, he heard a market rumor that there was a man in the mountain named Mr. Baijia.

He didn't know that person's name, and he didn't know if she was the real Mr. Baijia, but he always remembered her as his teacher and dared not forget.

Chapter 300: Do not water too much when growing flowers and plants

The old man remembered that the young man mentioned that those gentlemen were carrying a bookcase with many books in it, so he asked quickly.