Play a thousand tunes and then the sound will dawn; watch a thousand swords and then recognize the weapon.
In Zhang Lao's words, this is "big". To practice a thousand songs and watch a thousand swords is to absorb all the bits and pieces extensively in the projects or systems that you study and operate, so as to gather the soil to form a mountain and the water to form a sea.
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Then, when you look far away from the mountains, when you swim in the sea, you can see all the small mountains at a glance, and you can jump into the vast ocean with fish, then you have crossed the threshold of "bigness" and obtained the ticket to enter the "zong".
In theory, this is simple.
As for how to absorb it?
Some people draw from the nature of heaven and earth. As it is said in the "Book of Changes", "Look up and observe the images in the sky, look down at the laws on the earth, take in the bodies near, and take in the things in the distance."
Some people learn from "someone". They don't look up to heaven and earth, but learn from others.
Some people work behind closed doors. They do not draw from the outside world, but draw from themselves.
Working behind closed doors is conventionally a derogatory term, but it is not absolute. Human body and mind are originally natural creations. They absorb themselves and, in a sense, absorb the world. Of course, to achieve this, the requirements are very high.
, not everyone can do it.
Xu Guangling knew everything about Da and Zong. In many evening chats, Mr. Zhang mentioned it, Mr. Chen mentioned it, and he himself also thought about it.
Just wait and practice slowly in the future.
Xu Guangling also told Mr. Zhang that he wanted to be a "master of medicine".
And the current cooking and so on can be regarded as a small test.
This evening, after the main lecture on medicine and its preparation, came the usual chat time.
Xu Guangling first told about the phone number, and then opened the suitcase in front of three people, mainly two old people.
The things in the box are very simple, three pieces.
A dark pistol and a small box containing bullets; a gray and dull triangular thorn; a small book that looks like a document.
Chen Zhihe took a breath of air.
Xu Guangling looked as usual.
Compared with the training and knowledge gained these days, this can only be said to be a gadget.
Real gadgets.
It seems that it is just as the middle-aged man said, just as a souvenir.
The two old men's eyes met again, and for a moment, Mr. Chen said: "Xiao Xu, you put these things away. In addition, you don't have to pay too much attention to the phone number, just treat it as...
Just...well, just use it as an agency for miscellaneous tasks."
Xu Guangling nodded.
When he left, Mr. Chen looked at his background with deep eyes.
At night, Chen Zhihe had fallen asleep.
But the two old men were still blowing in the wind, stargazing, and chatting in the backyard.
"Old guy, what do you have to say about Zhuo Yan's training?" Mr. Zhang asked.
The old man's mood was a little complicated during the day, and he knew this very well.
"Xiao Xu has put another big satellite over there." Mr. Chen said with a sigh, "And it should be a shocking big satellite, just like here."
Mr. Zhang nodded slightly.
The two of them are a bit special in themselves, so they are shocked and unbelievable at this disciple's performance, but it is nothing.
And for those ordinary people over there...
"There is an internal talent grading system there, level five, 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 guns and IDs aside, the phone number is by no means a "don't worry too much" thing.
This disciple of his.
Why.
It's hard to say, and there's no way to say it.
And what these two old guys can do is pave the way.
As for how the road goes, they can't control it. Who can control such disciples? At least they two old guys can't do it.
Xu Guangling left the small building empty-handed.
Well, it's not wrong to say that he was empty-handed. He took three books from Mr. Zhang's study, which he wanted to read tonight.
As for the suitcase and its contents, he gave it to the old man for safekeeping.
He is currently renting a house. Although the security and atmosphere of the community are very good, and he has never heard of any theft or the like happening, fundamentally speaking, there is no safety at all.
So it's better to leave such things with the elderly.
And firstly, he doesn't need such a thing, and secondly, there are security scans everywhere now, not to mention train stations and other places, even the provincial library where he goes now has one at the door.
Carrying this kind of thing is not troublesome enough.
Take a bath.
Read a book.
Stand quietly in front of the window, Fu Xi Jue, and organize what you have learned and thought during the day.
Then, Xu Guangling lay on the bed and had a good sleep.
But it took just over an hour for him to wake up.
Still very hungry.
In the past few days, his heartbeat has decreased again after more than a hundred beats, a little less every day, but his appetite is still the same as before. In a short period of time, the fact that he is a foodie cannot be changed.
After meal.
It is advisable to lie down, enjoy the cool air, and take a walk.
Xu Guangling walked out of the community and instinctively looked up at the sky.
The clouds in the sky were scattered and there were a few stars, but Xu Guangling knew that it would start raining around ten o'clock tomorrow morning, and it would rain for a long time at a time, and it should not clear up for at least a day or two.
The air is not very good at the moment.
And when Xu Guangling entered the park, the thinner fog in the park seemed to be telling the story of loneliness.
They grow in spring and grow in summer, and they harvest in autumn and store in winter.
Hiding in winter.
Those that are gathered well will have more vitality when spring comes next year, while those that are not gathered well will have a hard time predicting next year. Maybe this spring and summer will be lush and green, but next spring and summer will have withered away.
This is reincarnation.
This is also one of the greatest experiences and feelings that Xu Guangling has gained from practicing Fuxi Jue during this period of time.
Dawn, in the sky.
In the afternoon, after a sudden realization, Xu Guangling realized that there would be no special training this afternoon. In other words, he finally had a few more hours to spare during the day.
Not easy!
It's raining outside the window.
Rain hitting banana trees is a common image in ancient poetry. Xu Guangling has only eaten banana trees, but has never planted banana trees. He has never experienced what it is like to listen to the rain hitting banana trees.
Thinking of this, Xu Guangling knew what he could do this afternoon.
The next moment, holding the umbrella he bought not long ago, Xu Guangling went to the library he had not seen for a long time.
On the ground floor of the library, there is a reading room for your own books. There are usually a lot of people. It is not an exaggeration to say that there are no seats available during the whole day. The borrowing rooms on the second and third floors are set up next to the bookshelves and separated by an aisle and against the wall.
The reading area by the window is generally very clean.
Xu Guangling was in peace, leisurely reading "The Complete Poems of the Tang Dynasty".
There are many Tang poems, among which the majority are mediocre, less than one out of ten has bright spots, and less than one out of ten is excellent and classic.
But this is actually nothing. Even if they are mediocre and have no highlights, if you read them in a leisurely state, you can still get a different flavor.
It can be said that the occasional rain falls on the writing paper, which steals half a day's leisure.
This idea has nothing to do with books or people.
It's just a breath of vitality, a kind of ghostliness, a kind of hiddenness in the desolation, spreading with the breeze and drizzle, spreading throughout the whole world.
So, there is no need for wine or tea.
And people are drunk and drunk.
On this day, Xu Guangling inscribed on the green brick, the 107th day.
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