Chapter 482: 482
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Old man Zhu's words and deeds have greatly changed Li Luoyang's view of the old man. He always thought that old man Zhu was a strange old man. Now he understands that time can really polish a person's mind and turn hard stones into crystal jade. As for the appearance of old age, it is not important at a certain age. What is inner beauty?
You can't get it out by reading newspapers and shouting slogans all day. It's all superficial Kung Fu. There's no time to precipitate, there's no inner, not even inner. Where does beauty take root? Therefore, whether a person has inner or not, the key is to have inner first.
Rich interior, time precipitation and their own polishing can emit crystal luster. At this point, Li Luoyang feels that old man Zhu has reached a certain level, which many people can't understand until they step into the coffin.
Looking at mountains is not mountains, looking at water is not water. Going back to looking at mountains and looking at water is not a simple process, just like between three-dimensional and four-dimensional, if you can cross the past, you can cross the past. If you can't cross the past, you can never cross the past.
Looking at the handsome figure of old man Zhu, Li Luoyang felt that his heart seemed to have flown. He didn't know where to fly. In the eyes of outsiders, he was like a sculpture standing in the small yard.
"Old man, what's that boy doing?"
"What are you doing?"
The old man glanced at Mo Jiao, "don't disturb him now."
"Oh? Is he practicing kung fu?"
"Well, sort of."
"But I haven't seen him. He seems to have stopped breathing."
Practicing martial arts is either external movement, internal movement, or internal and external movement. However, in Mo Jiao's eyes, Li Luoyang's heart is still beating at this time, and nothing else is moving.
"It's not easy."
"Old man, what are you talking about? It's not easy?"
"I said that boy." I wish the old man looked at Mo Jiao for a while. "I thought you were very talented, but I didn't expect that there were more talented people in the world than you."
"Impossible? Old man, you can't be mistaken? That boy's talent is better than me? I can beat him down with one hand!"
"I don't believe it." I wish the old man shook his head slowly.
"Don't you believe it? Then I'll go up and beat him now!" Mo Jiao's character is like this. She's hot and dry and crisp.
"If you want him to die, hit him. Anyway, he's not my apprentice!"
"Old man, do you want to take him as an apprentice?" Mo Jiao was stunned when she heard what old man Zhu said. She knew that she was a martial uncle. She had a strange character and her words and deeds were different from ordinary people. Even his martial arts skills were said to be ancient and strange.
I'm afraid even Mo Yuntian doesn't know his martial uncle very well, let alone Mo Jiao.
It is said that a man with excellent martial arts like old man Zhu is so old that he should have found a successor for himself. However, he has never heard of old man Zhu's apprenticeship. If he really likes Li Luoyang, there seems to be nothing wrong. After all, Li Luoyang is suitable for his age and has a good foundation in martial arts. He should learn quickly.
"I'm not qualified to teach him. He can create his own martial arts."
"Ah?"
Mo Jiao thought there was something wrong with her ears. Li Luoyang can create his own martial arts. It's impossible. How can he create his own martial arts with his lazy temperament? In Mo Jiao's mind, those who can create their own martial arts are not good. At least her father's people have not reached that level.
"So."
I wish the old man reached out and pointed to Li Luoyang, who was a sculpture in the yard. "People can suddenly realize that your father has never had such a chance in his life. As for you, practice for another 20 years to see if it is possible."
"That's too much!"
Mo Jiao stamped her foot heavily, then felt it was wrong, and whispered, "will I wake him up?"
"Wake up? As long as you don't touch his body, only God's thunder can wake him up. Go and do what you should do. I'll just watch here. Really, I didn't expect a child to have an epiphany. I want to see what kind of monster can come out."
Xiao Si'er heard that his master had entered a "terrible" state. The whole man walked up and looked up as if he was having an epiphany.
As for those monks of the Wu family, most of them don't know what "Epiphany" is. When they know that this kind of thing can't eat or be hungry, they are not interested. They should sleep when they should sleep and patrol when they should patrol.
Divide into two groups to patrol the city. That's the order given by Li Luoyang to them. Although Li Luoyang is not from the Wu family, he has Wu Xinyi's keepsake, let alone food with Li Luoyang. At this juncture, whoever can take out food is the uncle.
Li Luoyang is not an uncle, but in the hearts of Wu San and others, it is more than an uncle. Therefore, they respect Li Luoyang's orders very much and will never be lazy when they should go on patrol.
After being closed for several days, the anger in the city gradually dissipated, and there were no lights at night. In order to save money, families that hang lanterns usually put out oil lamps one by one.
Watchmen go home earlier. It's not that they want to be lazy. They really don't have enough to eat. In the past, they could eat some snacks. Now they eat and eat a hair.
There was no light and no voice. Taiyuan mansion in the second half of the night was like a dead city. If there were not sparse lights on the city gate, I'm afraid people passing outside the city didn't know there was a city here.
But is the city really dead?
Everyone knows the answer.
The greatest use of darkness is not to sleep, but to make some actions that can't see the light easier. For example, those yamen guards who are responsible for guarding the city wall and preventing people from entering and leaving are very excited. In a corner, several figures are gathering together and whispering.
"Here are five kilograms of white flour. Look. If the number is right, put the ladder."
"Wait, I'll check it first."
The Yamen in soap quickly opened the grain bag, looked at it, and then shook hard. He made sure that there was no sand and loess in it. Only then did he tie the grain bag to his belt with satisfaction, and then shook a torch at his accomplice.
"Go up. Don't say we didn't remind you. If you go out of the city, whether you live or die, if you become a ghost at that time, don't come to find the brothers. The brothers are not vegetarian. You can die as many as you come."
"How could it be? How could it be? Our family just went out of town to visit relatives. We couldn't miss the time we promised."
A family of three who wanted to leave the city, only a man said this to the Yamen. The daughter-in-law wrapped her head in thick cloth and carried the child behind her.
"If you say this family goes out of the city and is found by refugees outside, it's not."
"Mind our shit, take the white flour and share it tomorrow."
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Old man Zhu's words and deeds have greatly changed Li Luoyang's view of the old man. He always thought that old man Zhu was a strange old man. Now he understands that time can really polish a person's mind and turn hard stones into crystal jade. As for the appearance of old age, it is not important at a certain age. What is inner beauty?
You can't get it out by reading newspapers and shouting slogans all day. It's all superficial Kung Fu. There's no time to precipitate, there's no inner, not even inner. Where does beauty take root? Therefore, whether a person has inner or not, the key is to have inner first.
Rich interior, time precipitation and their own polishing can emit crystal luster. At this point, Li Luoyang feels that old man Zhu has reached a certain level, which many people can't understand until they step into the coffin.
Looking at mountains is not mountains, looking at water is not water. Going back to looking at mountains and looking at water is not a simple process, just like between three-dimensional and four-dimensional, if you can cross the past, you can cross the past. If you can't cross the past, you can never cross the past.
Looking at the handsome figure of old man Zhu, Li Luoyang felt that his heart seemed to have flown. He didn't know where to fly. In the eyes of outsiders, he was like a sculpture standing in the small yard.
"Old man, what's that boy doing?"
"What are you doing?"
The old man glanced at Mo Jiao, "don't disturb him now."
"Oh? Is he practicing kung fu?"
"Well, sort of."
"But I haven't seen him. He seems to have stopped breathing."
Practicing martial arts is either external movement, internal movement, or internal and external movement. However, in Mo Jiao's eyes, Li Luoyang's heart is still beating at this time, and nothing else is moving.
"It's not easy."
"Old man, what are you talking about? It's not easy?"
"I said that boy." I wish the old man looked at Mo Jiao for a while. "I thought you were very talented, but I didn't expect that there were more talented people in the world than you."
"Impossible? Old man, you can't be mistaken? That boy's talent is better than me? I can beat him down with one hand!"
"I don't believe it." I wish the old man shook his head slowly.
"Don't you believe it? Then I'll go up and beat him now!" Mo Jiao's character is like this. She's hot and dry and crisp.
"If you want him to die, hit him. Anyway, he's not my apprentice!"
"Old man, do you want to take him as an apprentice?" Mo Jiao was stunned when she heard what old man Zhu said. She knew that she was a martial uncle. She had a strange character and her words and deeds were different from ordinary people. Even his martial arts skills were said to be ancient and strange.
I'm afraid even Mo Yuntian doesn't know his martial uncle very well, let alone Mo Jiao.
It is said that a man with excellent martial arts like old man Zhu is so old that he should have found a successor for himself. However, he has never heard of old man Zhu's apprenticeship. If he really likes Li Luoyang, there seems to be nothing wrong. After all, Li Luoyang is suitable for his age and has a good foundation in martial arts. He should learn quickly.
"I'm not qualified to teach him. He can create his own martial arts."
"Ah?"
Mo Jiao thought there was something wrong with her ears. Li Luoyang can create his own martial arts. It's impossible. How can he create his own martial arts with his lazy temperament? In Mo Jiao's mind, those who can create their own martial arts are not good. At least her father's people have not reached that level.
"So."
I wish the old man reached out and pointed to Li Luoyang, who was a sculpture in the yard. "People can suddenly realize that your father has never had such a chance in his life. As for you, practice for another 20 years to see if it is possible."
"That's too much!"
Mo Jiao stamped her foot heavily, then felt it was wrong, and whispered, "will I wake him up?"
"Wake up? As long as you don't touch his body, only God's thunder can wake him up. Go and do what you should do. I'll just watch here. Really, I didn't expect a child to have an epiphany. I want to see what kind of monster can come out."
Xiao Si'er heard that his master had entered a "terrible" state. The whole man walked up and looked up as if he was having an epiphany.
As for those monks of the Wu family, most of them don't know what "Epiphany" is. When they know that this kind of thing can't eat or be hungry, they are not interested. They should sleep when they should sleep and patrol when they should patrol.
Divide into two groups to patrol the city. That's the order given by Li Luoyang to them. Although Li Luoyang is not from the Wu family, he has Wu Xinyi's keepsake, let alone food with Li Luoyang. At this juncture, whoever can take out food is the uncle.
Li Luoyang is not an uncle, but in the hearts of Wu San and others, it is more than an uncle. Therefore, they respect Li Luoyang's orders very much and will never be lazy when they should go on patrol.
After being closed for several days, the anger in the city gradually dissipated, and there were no lights at night. In order to save money, families that hang lanterns usually put out oil lamps one by one.
Watchmen go home earlier. It's not that they want to be lazy. They really don't have enough to eat. In the past, they could eat some snacks. Now they eat and eat a hair.
There was no light and no voice. Taiyuan mansion in the second half of the night was like a dead city. If there were not sparse lights on the city gate, I'm afraid people passing outside the city didn't know there was a city here.
But is the city really dead?
Everyone knows the answer.
The greatest use of darkness is not to sleep, but to make some actions that can't see the light easier. For example, those yamen guards who are responsible for guarding the city wall and preventing people from entering and leaving are very excited. In a corner, several figures are gathering together and whispering.
"Here are five kilograms of white flour. Look. If the number is right, put the ladder."
"Wait, I'll check it first."
The Yamen in soap quickly opened the grain bag, looked at it, and then shook hard. He made sure that there was no sand and loess in it. Only then did he tie the grain bag to his belt with satisfaction, and then shook a torch at his accomplice.
"Go up. Don't say we didn't remind you. If you go out of the city, whether you live or die, if you become a ghost at that time, don't come to find the brothers. The brothers are not vegetarian. You can die as many as you come."
"How could it be? How could it be? Our family just went out of town to visit relatives. We couldn't miss the time we promised."
A family of three who wanted to leave the city, only a man said this to the Yamen. The daughter-in-law wrapped her head in thick cloth and carried the child behind her.
"If you say this family goes out of the city and is found by refugees outside, it's not."
"Mind our shit, take the white flour and share it tomorrow."
Old man Zhu's words and deeds have greatly changed Li Luoyang's view of the old man. He always thought that old man Zhu was a strange old man. Now he understands that time can really polish a person's mind and turn hard stones into crystal jade. As for the appearance of old age, it is not important at a certain age. What is inner beauty?You can't get it out by reading newspapers and shouting slogans all day. It's all superficial Kung Fu. There's no time to precipitate, there's no inner, not even inner. Where does beauty take root? Therefore, whether a person has inner or not, the key is to have inner first.Rich interior, time precipitation and their own polishing can emit crystal luster. At this point, Li Luoyang feels that old man Zhu has reached a certain level, which many people can't understand until they step into the coffin.Looking at mountains is not mountains, looking at water is not water. Going back to looking at mountains and looking at water is not a simple process, just like between three-dimensional and four-dimensional, if you can cross the past, you can cross the past. If you can't cross the past, you can never cross the past.Looking at the handsome figure of old man Zhu, Li Luoyang felt that his heart seemed to have flown. He didn't know where to fly. In the eyes of outsiders, he was like a sculpture standing in the small yard."Old man, what's that boy doing?""What are you doing?"The old man glanced at Mo Jiao, "don't disturb him now.""Oh? Is he practicing kung fu?""Well, sort of.""But I haven't seen him. He seems to have stopped breathing."Practicing martial arts is either external movement, internal movement, or internal and external movement. However, in Mo Jiao's eyes, Li Luoyang's heart is still beating at this time, and nothing else is moving."It's not easy.""Old man, what are you talking about? It's not easy?""I said that boy." I wish the old man looked at Mo Jiao for a while. "I thought you were very talented, but I didn't expect that there were more talented people in the world than you.""Impossible? Old man, you can't be mistaken? That boy's talent is better than me? I can beat him down with one hand!""I don't believe it." I wish the old man shook his head slowly."Don't you believe it? Then I'll go up and beat him now!" Mo Jiao's character is like this. She's hot and dry and crisp."If you want him to die, hit him. Anyway, he's not my apprentice!""Old man, do you want to take him as an apprentice?" Mo Jiao was stunned when she heard what old man Zhu said. She knew that she was a martial uncle. She had a strange character and her words and deeds were different from ordinary people. Even his martial arts skills were said to be ancient and strange.I'm afraid even Mo Yuntian doesn't know his martial uncle very well, let alone Mo Jiao.It is said that a man with excellent martial arts like old man Zhu is so old that he should have found a successor for himself. However, he has never heard of old man Zhu's apprenticeship. If he really likes Li Luoyang, there seems to be nothing wrong. After all, Li Luoyang is suitable for his age and has a good foundation in martial arts. He should learn quickly."I'm not qualified to teach him. He can create his own martial arts.""Ah?"Mo Jiao thought there was something wrong with her ears. Li Luoyang can create his own martial arts. It's impossible. How can he create his own martial arts with his lazy temperament? In Mo Jiao's mind, those who can create their own martial arts are not good. At least her father's people have not reached that level."So."I wish the old man reached out and pointed to Li Luoyang, who was a sculpture in the yard. "People can suddenly realize that your father has never had such a chance in his life. As for you, practice for another 20 years to see if it is possible.""That's too much!"Mo Jiao stamped her foot heavily, then felt it was wrong, and whispered, "will I wake him up?""Wake up? As long as you don't touch his body, only God's thunder can wake him up. Go and do what you should do. I'll just watch here. Really, I didn't expect a child to have an epiphany. I want to see what kind of monster can come out."Xiao Si'er heard that his master had entered a "terrible" state. The whole man walked up and looked up as if he was having an epiphany.As for those monks of the Wu family, most of them don't know what "Epiphany" is. When they know that this kind of thing can't eat or be hungry, they are not interested. They should sleep when they should sleep and patrol when they should patrol.Divide into two groups to patrol the city. That's the order given by Li Luoyang to them. Although Li Luoyang is not from the Wu family, he has Wu Xinyi's keepsake, let alone food with Li Luoyang. At this juncture, whoever can take out food is the uncle.Li Luoyang is not an uncle, but in the hearts of Wu San and others, it is more than an uncle. Therefore, they respect Li Luoyang's orders very much and will never be lazy when they should go on patrol.After being closed for several days, the anger in the city gradually dissipated, and there were no lights at night. In order to save money, families that hang lanterns usually put out oil lamps one by one.Watchmen go home earlier. It's not that they want to be lazy. They really don't have enough to eat. In the past, they could eat some snacks. Now they eat and eat a hair.There was no light and no voice. Taiyuan mansion in the second half of the night was like a dead city. If there were not sparse lights on the city gate, I'm afraid people passing outside the city didn't know there was a city here.But is the city really dead?Everyone knows the answer.The greatest use of darkness is not to sleep, but to make some actions that can't see the light easier. For example, those yamen guards who are responsible for guarding the city wall and preventing people from entering and leaving are very excited. In a corner, several figures are gathering together and whispering."Here are five kilograms of white flour. Look. If the number is right, put the ladder.""Wait, I'll check it first."The Yamen in soap quickly opened the grain bag, looked at it, and then shook hard. He made sure that there was no sand and loess in it. Only then did he tie the grain bag to his belt with satisfaction, and then shook a torch at his accomplice."Go up. Don't say we didn't remind you. If you go out of the city, whether you live or die, if you become a ghost at that time, don't come to find the brothers. The brothers are not vegetarian. You can die as many as you come.""How could it be? How could it be? Our family just went out of town to visit relatives. We couldn't miss the time we promised."A family of three who wanted to leave the city, only a man said this to the Yamen. The daughter-in-law wrapped her head in thick cloth and carried the child behind her."If you say this family goes out of the city and is found by refugees outside, it's not.""Mind our shit, take the white flour and share it tomorrow."
