He guarantees that with one slap, this damn little guy can be sent flying directly outside Yaowang Valley!
You little guy, do you know how annoying you are?
Gan Congshi stared at Xu Guangling for a while with bored eyes, then shook his head and sighed, "Forget it, I have a lot of people, I won't care about you, a little kid."
This sigh also directly calmed down Gan Congshi's chaotic mood.
After all, this is an old man who has experienced many things in the world, and he is a real earth-level cultivator after all, not just an ordinary old man.
Even though the impact he had suffered just now was too great, even though his entire "world view and outlook on life" had suffered an almost devastating blow, at this moment, he quickly calmed down his thoughts, or at least recovered from the confusion.
But I still seem to have a hangover headache.
"Young man Ling, I'm not afraid of your jokes." Gan Congshi started talking and complaining mode, "I always thought that being able to open seven or eight orifices would be considered a great achievement."
Your old man only opened seven orifices.
There are only seven, not eight.
So it’s not seven or eight!
Of course, you can't say this, as it would add fuel to the fire.
"Now that I think about it, haha, it's ridiculous." Gan Congshi said and shook his head again.
Ridiculous?
It's actually not funny.
Earlier, Xu Guangling's two teachers thought that there were only five apertures in the human body, the four apertures on the hands and feet plus the top and heart apertures.
Earlier, Xu Guangling didn't know anything about it.
And in this world, although this is a world where spiritual practice is widespread, judging from the current situation in Annan County, the inheritance of spiritual practice is not so widespread.
Judging from Gan Congshi's situation, he and the family behind him have a very shallow understanding of the level of spiritual practice.
This is nothing.
Being shallow and ignorant is not ridiculous. It is ridiculous to think that you know everything and can do everything even though you are obviously shallow and ignorant.
As Confucius said, "Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, this is knowing."
Just based on Gan Congshi's current self-awareness and self-described "ridiculousness", this person can be called a very good person.
Only when you know that your bucket is not full can you continue to fill it with water, or even actively and urgently look for water to fill it. On the contrary, if you are not satisfied but think you are full, you will artificially add a lid and cover it tightly.
In that case, even if you throw him into the Pacific Ocean, the bucket will still be empty, it will still float if it should, and it will still float if it should float.
Xu Guangling didn't speak, he was already ready to listen to Gan Congshi's spiritual speech.
He wasn't wrong either.
Next, with memories and emotions, Gan Congshi told him step by step about the steps he had taken in the process of spiritual practice since he was a child. He spoke slowly, frequently, and truthfully.
Perhaps we shouldn’t call this a “speech” because speeches are often not very true.
Just like most interactions in interpersonal relationships.
Communication may not be unreal, but many situations are actually just going through the motions and going through the process, and there are not many real "heart-to-heart" conversations.
Having said that, let alone talking to others, there is not much time for a person to talk to himself.
Xu Guangling was honored to hear the heart-to-heart words of an old man at this moment.
In a slow and long narration, Gan Congshi showed Xu Guangling almost all of his one hundred and several decades, talking mainly about cultivation but not only about cultivation.
About spiritual practice, about herbal medicine.
About the family, about the seniors and juniors, about his family emotions, etc.
The reason why I say these is because they are connected with practice and are inseparable, or even though they can be separated barely, they cannot be separated in a short time.
So at this time, Gan Congshi explained it to Xu Guangling, including the melons and stems, the vines and leaves.
In fact, as I talked, half of it was to Xu Guangling, and half of it was asking and narrating to myself as if talking to myself.
Gan Cong Shi has a story.
He also has wine.
His old friend who lived here for a month before had brewed a lot of wine that he hadn't even drank yet, and some of it was still fermenting and hadn't been fully brewed yet.
Xu Guangling was now considered half the master here. When Gan Cong style paused for a moment, he spontaneously went to get the wine, poured it for the two of them, and then drank it.
After that, let’s talk about it in a willing and submissive manner.
Xu Guangling occasionally added a word or two, but most of the time he just listened.
Gan Congshi was actually just a low-pitched and emotional narration, and he did not express his displeasure. He also used it to sort out his emotions and further calm down the shock and blow he had suffered before, without expecting any response from Xu Guangling.
He even felt that Xu Guangling couldn't understand many of them.
As for Xu Guangling, since he had already prepared to support this "old friend", now that he understands his past, he can more accurately strike, oh no, accurately deliver.
The height of a great master + comprehensive understanding.
There is actually no need to say more about what may happen next.
When the Gan Cong Style was finally finished, it was almost dawn, and a jar of about twenty kilograms of wine had been drunk by the two of them.
Xu Guangling drank half a catty of it, and the rest went into Gan Congshi's mouth.
In fact, there was still a little half left in the cup. Xu Guangling drank it all in one gulp, and then said to Gan Congshi: "Senior, as the saying goes, what comes around comes around. I have listened to your story, and now I will also tell you a story.
Listen."
Hearing this, Gan Congshi's spirit suddenly perked up and he even sat up straight.
Xu Guangling himself also has a story, and his story is actually much more twists and turns than Gan Cong's, but of course, his story cannot be told.
Not to mention the many secrets that cannot be told at all. The most important thing is that he is now a "white body" and is only eleven years old. Of course, there is nothing to talk about.
Therefore, Xu Guangling's story begins with "Leng Qingyun".
Leng Qingyun, the name first came out in front of Xu Tonghui in that compound, and then spread to Juxing Tower.
But it didn't spread widely.
It was a bit of an accident, but in the end it wasn't really a surprise.
At this time, the story once again spread to Gan Cong style.
Ye family.
Leng Qingyun stayed in the Ye family and entered the clan school.
God-like Mr. Ethnology.
Incredible assessment.
What’s even more incredible is that it is a “Qi Ning Powder” that is just like a legend from outside the world.
There is also the "Babel Tree" that cannot be described in any words.
Xu Guangling used both narrative and writing, often dictating orally, and occasionally supplementing it with pen and paper when necessary, such as Taoist poems, etc., which he would hand-write on paper for Gan Congshi to read.
And willing to follow the style...
It can only be said that this day is an extraordinary day for him.
What if Gan Congshi traveled to the earth, and then turned into a primary school student carrying a schoolbag to school, and then the Chinese teacher assigned a composition in class, "My Extraordinary Day".
At that time, Gan Congshi could probably write down his day:
"A certain day, a certain year, a certain month, a certain place."
"night."
"Morning."
"Oil lamp, moon, morning light."
"Someone."
"Secret news."
“Incredible.”
“Incredible!”
“Incredible!!!”
Then the teacher will give corrections the next day
"I don't know what to say!"
"There are no restrictions on genres, except poetry!"
“Not enough words!”
No matter which one of these three reasons, it is enough to give this essay a zero score.
Then, holding the zero-score essay paper, Gan Congshi smiled meaningfully and did not defend himself.
And after class, when he was carrying his schoolbag, when he left school and walked back to the bustling city with people coming and going, and walked to a certain street corner, suddenly, time seemed to have stopped, and the whole world seemed to have stopped.
Then the memory picture spins back to the previous life, to that night and that morning.
That night, he was talking.
That morning, "someone" was speaking.
The moment.
After he finished listening, his heart seemed to have stopped beating and time seemed to have stopped.
That moment.
The sky collapsed and the earth shattered, but there was no sound.
Then the brilliant, magnificent and incredible flowers bloomed on the other shore.
That moment.
Gan Congshi stood on the beach and saw the mysterious and wonderful scenery on the other side of the distant sea.
That moment.
Gan Congshi lowered his head and looked at his feet.