When the old farmer heard this, he knew that Marshal Zeng had a task for him and said quickly, "Since the ancestors of the Forbidden City died, there are only a few people who can stop me!"
"If Xiang Shaolong takes action, he can stop me, but he can't win easily! The Eagle under the Ninth Commander is one, but he can only detect my whereabouts, and he is no match for me..."
"As for the guardians of the Forbidden City... after much thought, there is no one who can deal with me!"
"Oh? Do you have such a high opinion of the King of the Far East?" Zeng Guofan asked in surprise. "I remember you once said that Xiang Shaolong's kung fu is on par with that of the Eagle, but what you said just now seemed to make Master Long better than the Eagle. Much taller?"
"That's right! Although Zeng Shuai doesn't practice martial arts, you know the principles of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism better than I do!"
"In fact, if you want to succeed in any career in the world, you must first cultivate your mind! Calligraphy, painting, sculpture, and even the study of government affairs all require you to hone your mind first!"
"People who practice martial arts also see it the same way. In fact, the limits of muscles and bones are not very different from person to person. Internal strength varies with heat, but it is impossible to become a god by practicing internal strength!"
"Training together in martial arts is all about fighting for one's character! How to explain this character... Let's put it this way, even if the two of them are equally good at martial arts, they choose a rope hanging from a cliff over a thousand feet for the competition!"
"If we fight on this rope, there is an abyss under our feet. The battle at this time is the character of the mind. Who is more determined! It means that you can draw your mental attention from the environment back to the martial arts itself, forgetting the danger of heights and forgetting the environment!"
"A person like this will definitely win! Why do I admire my dead ancestor? Although this person has a different stance from ours, his martial arts skills really don't matter!"
"There are no masters in the martial arts who can dodge bullets anymore. He is the last one... Xiao Letian once saw his ancestors dodge bullets, and even the new Chinese army suffered a big loss!"
"Did the ancestor really dodge bullets? In fact, no, he was able to completely forget about the danger of bullets and focus all his attention on the shooter's heart!"
"Through various subtle movements such as the opponent's breathing, heartbeat, eyes, etc., he can predict the direction of the bullet in advance. He is hiding from the shooter's heart, not the bullet!"
"This kind of terrifying concentration is beyond my reach!"
"On the night when the Chinese embassy was attacked, I took your orders to protect the head of state. That night I stayed on the roof with the King of the Far East!"
"I was observing him, and he was observing me... This night I found that he was much more powerful, with an indescribable aura, very domineering, completely different from the Xiang Shaolong I knew before!"
"He has indeed improved, mainly in his character. Does he have any special cultivation methods?"
Zeng Guofan understood the old farmer's words, and the scholar understood it in a flash: "Hahaha...Old farmer! Fortunately, you told me this question. It would be very difficult for you to understand it yourself!"
"Xiang Shaolong is lucky to have Xiao Letian as a whetstone. His character training has been greatly benefited from Xiao Letian!"
"The difference between you and Mr. Long is that you have never been abroad. To be honest, this is a disadvantage. Even I feel regretful about this in my life!"
"Traveling thousands of miles and meeting thousands of people! Doesn't this temper one's mind? Traveling across Europe, Asia, and the world's oceans has a subtle influence on a person's spiritual shaping!"
"What's more important is that the King of the Far East is now a prince in charge of a country. Although the Far East country has a population of only one million, it is still a country after all!"
"When Xiang Shaolong was in power, he had to be kingly and domineering, and he had to be more thoughtful when considering problems. He even had to practice the kind of disregard for human life in war..."
"Oh! What is Xiao Letian talking about... God's perspective! It's interesting. When a person sees an ant war, he will never feel the same. He can't understand the horror and blood in the ant war, as well as the death of relatives and comrades. That kind of sadness and anger!”
"The same goes for God. He is watching millions of people fighting together from a distance in the clouds. I'm afraid it's hard for him to feel the pain of blood collapsing, relatives dying tragically, and comrades leaving..."
"What a true general wants when commanding the army of a country is this feeling. He cannot let himself be weak... He must let himself become the person who commands ants in battle, or the god who commands mortals in battle!"
"This is a kind of training that is completely contrary to human nature. You are missing this link! Although you have been training in the battlefield for many years, you are still trapped in the crowd fighting, or fighting in the ant pile... "
"You didn't jump out, you didn't fly to the sky to feel this power... It's very idle, the King of the Far East has just seen the door for the first time, so you think he has a domineering air!"
"If things continue like this, Xiang Shaolong's kung fu will be far superior to yours in the future!"
The old farmer was shocked and looked at Zeng Shuai in disbelief: "This...is this a bit too mysterious?"
"Haha...Old farmer! That's why I've been saying that after I die, you should follow Xiao Letian! If you hang out with that person, you will really have a big picture!"
The old farmer lowered his head and thought for a while, "Commander... The King of Far East told me that night that he plans to set up a Chinese Jingwu Guild Hall in the Northern Industrial Zone at the end of this year!"
"He invited me to be the first director of the museum... He provided money and people, and I came to contact friends in the mountains and mountains. And he also said..."
"During his lifetime, the head of state will write a book called "Musashi" to collect the great achievements of Chinese martial arts and hide them in this book!"
"I...I want to try..."
Zeng Guofan closed his eyes and waved his hand, "Well! It's up to you... My life is long gone. Everything from now on is up to you."
"I left you a lot of land and wealth, which is enough for you and your family to live a prosperous life. If I arrange for you to be with Xiao Letian, I will feel relieved!"
"This Xiao Letian, he is willing to compile the "Musashi Sutra" for you martial arts people, and he also built a big museum and library himself!"
"It shows that this person is not a narrow-minded person who burns books and entraps scholars! The big picture... I can rest assured that the world is in his hands, I really am..."
Listening to Marshal Zeng's last words, the old farmer couldn't help but feel sad and kowtow to the ground, "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaw... Marshal..."
Zeng Guofan did not open his eyes, but just waved his hand, "Go... to Prince Gong's Mansion, to Xishan... to spy on the military situation! As a dying person, I have a very strong premonition!"
"Guiziliu and his group of conservatives will not give up! Your Majesty's secret agreement will definitely anger them!"
"I smell the smell of dead people! These people may be desperate!"
The old farmer was shaken and raised his head to ask, "Are they still not giving up? Didn't they learn a lesson from the night of the airship suppression?"
"Haha... Who would be willing to throw away their own interests in vain? They are all a bunch of lunatics!"
