After a moment of silence, Hua Xie took out a pen and paper, and then on the roof, he and Bai Gu confirmed the content of the technique word by word.
Although Hua Xie knows a lot more characters than Bai Gu, his handwriting is really difficult to describe in one sentence, and he can be said to be on par with Bai Gu, a beginner.
Under the starry night sky, two heads came together, studying each other's... quite scrawled words.
The white paper was littered with ideas, and one page after another became dirty.
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A man in a green shirt slowly came to a simple mud house and sat on a stone chair in front of the house.
The mud house is surrounded by sandy and petrified land, and there are no traces of dead trees. There are only a few luxuriant grasses, swaying in the wind, and looking even more desolate in the sunset.
"It turns out that the sun is ignorant and makes the wind and sand break and kill people."
The man in green shirt looked at the setting sun from afar, with emotion on his face, "Countless seniors have worked hard to achieve this beautiful moment."
The wooden door of the mud house creaked open, and a thin old monk walked out of it. He couldn't hide the exhaustion and tiredness on his face, but he still tried his best to show a kind expression, "This donor, you have gone through all the trouble to come here." Now, I don’t have anything to entertain you in this humble house, so please forgive me.”
Upon hearing this, the man in green shirt quickly stood up and clasped his hands together, "Junior Yu Du, I have met the senior."
The old monk took another look at the handsome and high-spirited man in green shirt in front of him, and couldn't help but appreciate it more, "It turns out that whoever wakes up first wakes up from a big dream. It's rare for a hundred years for Mr. Yu to be so confused. I just heard it before, today. See, what a terrible future life it is.”
The man in green shirt, also known as Yu Du, immediately looked flattered when he heard the old monk's words, and said in a humble and sincere tone: "It's just a false reputation. It's really a great honor for this junior to bother me with my seniors."
The old monk laughed and said: "Every little guy who has the hope of touching the zenith is a good boy. It would be better if he can reach the end."
"Senior is so complimentary."
The more the old monk looked at Yu Du, the more he liked him. His eyes were filled with the pampering of the elders towards the younger ones. "Don't act like seniors and juniors. Just call me old monk like everyone else."
"How is that possible?" Yu Du remembered a certain secret, "I'd better call you Guan Lao, what do you think?"
The old monk was a little surprised and nodded, "I didn't expect that after so many years, someone would still remember such a small thing."
"Guan Lao regards the big things in the world as small things, so the younger generation can only treat the small things in the world as big things."
"Haha, scholars speak well." The old monk came to the stone table and sat down. He pressed his hand twice and motioned for Yu Du to sit down as well. "You have traveled thousands of miles to come here. Why are you here, Ayu?"
Yu Du was a little confused by the old monk's cry of "Ayu". He was stunned on the spot for a moment and did not reply.
The old monk laughed, "You don't mind if I call you that, right? Someone already takes the title of Xiao Yu, so I can only aggrieve you."
"It's okay, Mr. Guan can call me junior any way he wants. It's just that this call is a bit sudden, and junior can't react." Yu Du's usual smile appeared on his face again.
The old monk clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, "Just don't mind."
Although the old monk is far away from the world, he still knows some things.
Taboo for the venerable.
Yu Du shook his head slightly and looked in a certain direction, "The Xiao Yu that Mr. Guan just mentioned, is...?"
The old monk nodded and said: "It's the sword immortal from your hometown. Speaking of which, he is a fellow villager with you. Your mountain is really full of talents."
"If you really want to count, that person should be considered the uncle of the younger generation."
A rare smile that truly came from the heart appeared on the old monk's wrinkled face, "That's a coincidence, the word fate is really wonderful."
"This junior is here to help Mr. Guan."
"You?" Something strange appeared in the old monk's eyes, "I accept it with good intentions, but if this matter spreads, it will not be good for you."
"Juniors are not afraid of being gossiped about. Moreover, all living beings in the world have a responsibility to solve problems in their hometown and share the worries of senior pioneers. Who can't do it? No one can do it." Yu Du sat upright, with his body upright, "If you are afraid of those gossips, this junior will not Now that I'm here, I won't have to ask for help from the old man."
"As a scholar, you should know the power of words." The old monk sighed softly.
"Juniors know that trivial words in the world are as light as feathers, but three people can become tigers, and the combined power is as heavy as Mount Tai." Yu Du's eyes sparkled, "But juniors must act with a clear conscience. As for other people's words, those are theirs. The younger generation cannot take away their freedom, so just let them go and treat it as a training of Taoist heart one after another."
The old monk really fell in love with this young scholar whom he had just met for the first time. He couldn't help but say: "If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't leave here, I would really like to make an exception and become a protector."
It is true that Yu Du's mind is as calm as a clear spring in an old well, with few ripples. Hearing these words, he couldn't help but trembled, and quickly stopped him: "Thank you, Mr. Guan, for your love, but please don't tell Mr. Guan any more jokes."
The old monk shook his head and said, "Monks don't lie. This is what they say from their hearts."
Yu Du took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Guan."
The old monk raised his head slightly, and his old face, which had finally relaxed, wrinkled up again, "I have been here for so many years, and when I meet a young man who is happy with my eyes, I still don't allow me to say what's in my heart? It's so majestic. .”
Yu Du looked at his nose and nose, and he didn't dare to talk about this hot potato at all.
The old monk narrowed his eyes slightly, but his tone softened, "It's okay, I'm here to protect you, don't be afraid."
The old monk had a tough attitude, but he was extremely kind to Yu Du, like an old hen protecting her young.
Yu Du looked at the thin old man in front of him and couldn't help but feel a sore nose.
Once upon a time, there was an old man who stood in front of him just like now, taking all the suffering and danger into his own hands just to find a way for him to survive.
The past can be recalled, but old friends cannot be chased.
The old monk felt the subtle change in Yu Du's mood and sighed: "Back then, those guys who couldn't distinguish between right and wrong stood on the moral high ground and forced you to death. It was really..."
Yu Du hurriedly said: "Please don't mention it again, Mr. Guan. There is no need to break the precepts for those people. It's not worth it."
"You kid..." The old monk was full of emotions in his heart. Finally, he silently sang the Buddha's name and stood up. "Let's take a walk with me to relax. The scenery here may not be as good as other places, but it's still okay. look."
Yu Du stood up immediately, "It's an honor."
The old monk walked up to Yu Du, raised his hand and stood on tiptoe slightly to touch the latter's shoulder, "Don't be so reserved around me, relax."
Yu Du was about to lower his body a little so that the old monk wouldn't have to tiptoe, but the old monk held his shoulders and stopped his body.
"No need to be like this, feel more comfortable." The old monk patted Yu Du on the shoulder, "Tsk, being young is good. Being tall and strong is quite good."
The old monk said and walked out slowly.
Yu Du was silent for a moment, smiled, and raised his legs to follow him, "It is said that Mr. Guan was also a handsome man who fascinated countless fairies and goddesses back then. When I see him today, he is indeed as charming as he was then."
"Haha, it's just superficial appearance, I don't care about that."
"Guan Lao has several outstanding descendants from his clan. They have made great achievements in various academies and palaces, on the mountaintops of the rivers and lakes, and in the Immortal Sect's divine court."
"Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. Moreover, I have already become a monk and don't care much about the affairs of the clan."
"Mr. Guan, with his own power, has been holding on here for countless years, forcing back countless enemies. It really fits the saying that one man can guard the barrier, and ten thousand people can't open it."
"No, no, if I have a choice, I would rather go to the mountains to meditate. There is the sound of sea water hitting the walls here every day. I was not used to it at first, and the noise kept me awake all night. It's getting better now."
"Mr. Guan can actually put the smile on his face away."
"No, I've always been called a bitter person."
"That means this junior has made a mistake. Mr. Guan said it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."
"Ayu."
"What's up?"
"No, I just wanted to call you."
"Okay, junior is always here."
"Okay, everything is fine."
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"Huh, I finally figured it out."
On the roof of the inn, Hua Xie rolled his stiff neck, crossed his hands again, rubbed his sore wrists, and then let out a sigh of relief.
It took him and Bai Gu more than two hours to identify the technique, which was only about a hundred words long, in their messy handwriting.
Bai Gu traced the rough shape of the characters, and Hua Xie guessed which character it was.
Then Hua Xie wrote all the possible words, and then Bai Gu identified which words were more similar to each other from Hua Xie's random handwriting.
With such a set of procedures, the "translation" was completed in more than two hours, and the two of them were very satisfied.
Pretty fast.
While Hua Xie pinched his neck with his hands, he picked up the "translated" technique and looked at it again and again.
But soon, Hua Xie's expression became strange.
"Xiao Bai, are you sure your technique is only Ding's technique?"
Bai Gu stretched his body and smacked his lips twice, "Well, what else? I've seen Ding and other techniques before, but they're not this short."
"Most of the techniques can indeed be distinguished by their length, but some special techniques have to be discussed separately."
Bai Gu nodded, "Are the words on the technique in white?"
The corner of Hua Xie's mouth twitched, "That's Ding's technique. But your technique... doesn't look like the power that Ding's technique can have."
"What's wrong?"
"Whose Ding class martial arts and body skills are integrated with physical skills, and one skill can be used for both purposes!" Hua Xie gritted his teeth, "It is also related to the stars. Even if it is said to be a third class, I think it is low."
"One technique has two uses? Doesn't it mean that it can be used at the same time? Is there a difference between the two?"
"Xiangjian only has a little bit of the power of other veins, just like eating green onions with dipping sauce. It just borrows the taste and is the icing on the cake. But one skill has two uses, it is a river bed with two kinds of water. The two merged veins complement each other, so It’s like the cannabis flower from Old Man Du’s house in Guimian City, with a hint of cream and a hint of sesame!”
Bai Gu really couldn't imagine the taste of this double combination of cannabis flowers, so he had to change his metaphor, "It's like a mandarin duck pot in a hot pot?"
Bai Gu has never eaten Yuanyang Hotpot, but he has heard and seen it.
It is similar to a regular hot pot, but it is larger than a normal pot, and there is a baffle in the middle of the pot to prevent the different soups on both sides from mixing.
Many mandarin duck pots have half white soup and half red soup. White soup is mushroom soup, bone soup, or just plain water at the bottom of the pot. There is only one kind of red soup, and that is the red, fragrant and spicy butter pot bottom.
There is a hot pot restaurant in Yunshui City that specializes in butter hot pot base, and its business is good. Bai Gu passed by there once and was choked with tears and runny nose due to the smell of chili peppers. Since then, he has not dared to pass there again.
Hua Xie shook his head, "If this was Yuanyang Guo, I wouldn't be so surprised. After all, I seem to have heard of the art of coexisting body and body skills. But this... is not so much a double hemp flower. It might as well be called stir-fried liver and waist, all mixed together. I have only glanced at it a few times, but I have a feeling that this technique is definitely not simple."
Hua Xie looked at Bai Gu, "Xiao Bai, where did you get this technique? Please show me the way."
Bai Gu chuckled and said, "When I left Yunshui City, my master took out a pile of stones and asked me to choose. He said that it depends on my luck. In the end, I picked this one."
"It's great to have a swordsman master!" Hua Xie's tone was filled with envy.
Bai Gu smiled, noncommittal.
Of course, Bai Gu did not tell the truth completely, but in fact, Bai Gu was not wrong.
This technique was indeed invented by him himself.
It's just that it's not just about opening rocks.
And the drunkard is a good teacher?
That's what the hell.
