Chapter 80 Listening to the song

It was gray, and there was silence in the sky. Yang Yanzhao opened the door of the study, went to the river to wash a little, picked up some steel gun, and danced in the yard.

Guns and flowers are flying, the figure is soaring, and the wind is gusty.

Half an hour later, Yang Yanzhao frowned and stopped the long gun in his hand. Somehow, there were more and more difficulties in his mind about this shooting skills.

Most of the moves in the front are fierce attacks, while the back is mainly based on defense. There is a lack of attack as defense, and there is less momentum to turn defense into merit.

I used to be busy with the affairs of the Northern Han Dynasty, and I had time to ask for this martial arts doubt in the future. If it hadn't been said by Zhe Yuqing, I didn't even know the spirit.

Putting the long gun aside, Yang Yanzhao sat on the steps and tried to feel the so-called momentum.

What he is good at now is shooting, but many times it is not appropriate to carry a steel gun, so the spirit mentioned by Zhe Yuqing is particularly important to him.

Mastering the spirit may be like a rookie who gets strong internal power in martial arts novels. He can't move, and can also hurt his opponent with internal strength.

Yang Yanzhao doesn't know the difference between strength and internal strength, but he can definitely have strength and save his life with more capital.

Closing his eyes, there was silence in his ears. Several small insects in the yard shouted the breath of early summer and felt the slightly gentle breeze blowing in the morning. Yang Yanzhao concentrated his mind and tried to explore the angry Dantian he had heard before.

But no matter what, my eyes are all dark, and I can't feel any energy, just like the peak that can't see the top in front of me. I don't know where to climb up, and I don't know where the top of the mountain is.

I feel a little confused, but more aggrieved.

Well, take time to ask Yuqing for advice. He sighed. Yang Yanzhao opened his eyes, but saw one big and two small faces.

"You son, what's wrong with you? Sitting here without saying a word, I was scared to death.

The little girl saw Yang Yanzhao open her eyes and hurried forward to help him up.

"It's okay. I had some experience, so I sat and was fascinated."

Yang Yanzhao answered with a smile and looked up at the sky. The sun was already bright. He suddenly lost his voice and exclaimed, "Exhaust the wind, what time is it now?"

"It's already time to go back to the prince. Mr. Zhang originally wanted to call the prince to go to the college, but when he saw the prince closed his eyes and sitting on the steps, he didn't make a sound. He also told Pai Feng not to wake up the prince, saying that you are not bound by the time of the college now."

Hearing this, Yang Yanzhao was a little surprised. He didn't expect that a meditation would take more than an hour. Although he now worshipped the dean as his teacher, he had asked for a day off yesterday. It was not appropriate to be late again today. He was busy letting the exhaust wind pack up his bag.

"Brother..."

On the other side, He Yu said softly. Yang Yanzhao, who was rushing out to go out, looked back and saw the bitterness on his face. He couldn't help stopping. "Today, didn't you say you were going to the inn to see the opening? Do you have any trouble with such a bad face?

He Yu did not answer and took out an invitation from his arms. Yang Yanzhao took a look at it. It was very common. When he saw the signature He Yong, it was a little clear.

Handing back the invitation, Yang Yanzhao sighed, "Today, what are you going to do?"

He Yu opened his mouth and hesitated for a long time. "Brother, I want to go back and make it clear to my father. After all, paper can't wrap the fire. Sooner or later, I have to let him know. It's better to say it frankly and avoid acting secretly."

"Okay," Yang Yanzhao patted He Yu's shoulder, "There are some things that have to face and solve, and I'm still waiting for the money you earn to be soft!"

A joke made He Yu's sad face smile, and he nodded heavily with Yang Yanzhao.

He carried the cloth bag on his body and took a cooking cake from the exhaust wind. Yang Yanzhao left quickly, leaving the exhaust wind dry and called anxiously, "Son, your lunch!"

He Yu didn't go to the college. Yang Yanzhao didn't have anyone to eat, and he didn't want to beg for food with Geng Yuanfu, so he always asked the exhaust wind to prepare some cakes.

"Don't worry, exhaust the wind. I asked Jiqing Tower to send delicious things to him and Brother Qiu Bai." With that, He Yu took the invitation in his arms, took a deep breath, and stepped out of the yard in the thanks of exhaust.

On the riverside path, Yang Yanzhao ignored the surprised eyes of the people who came and went, ate the cake in his hand, and rushed to the college.

It's too late. Anyway, to fill my stomach, I don't care about the guidance of passers-by. Fortunately, Yang Yanzhao came out early and came back late. After walking for a short time, no one knew him.

When he was in a hurry, his chest was a little warm, but at this moment, he didn't have time to pay attention to it. He just regarded it as the result of warm-up, but he completely forgot that there was a transparent jade bottle hidden in his arms. At this moment, the red color of the ears of the jade bottle seemed to be melting and drilling into the jade bottle.

This strange scene has lasted for a long time. After that, the strange red slowly faded away, but there seemed to be a wisp of red in the bottle, flowing quietly in the jasper.

"Today, you are late."

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he heard the voice of Geng Yuanfu. He looked up. He was sitting under the gardenia flowers by the courtyard wall, standing with dewy white gardenia and a white shirt. The scattered hair made Yang Yanzhao's eyes full of white scenes.

He hurried forward and saluted, "Yan Zhao is late. Don't blame your teacher."

Smelling the strong aroma of gardenia in his nose, Geng Yuanfu shook his head with a smile. "This flower is elegant but fragrant, but it is much better than Shaoyang's incense burner."

"Yan Zhao remembers the teachings of his teacher."

Hearing this, Geng Yuanfu smiled even more. He opened his eyes and stared at Yang Yanzhao, "I just praise the flower in front of me. What have I taught you?"

"The teacher uses flowers as a metaphor for people. The shape of flowers is light and elegant, but fragrant and far away. Therefore, people are the same. They do nothing on the outside and cultivate the inside."

"Ha ha, it's a good sentence that you can do nothing outside, and you can cultivate it in your heart!" Geng Yuanfu laughed and said, "Yan Zhao, with this sentence, you have something that Shaoyang can't compare with.

Yang Yanzhao, who lowered his head, blushed slightly. Of course, he understood what Geng Yuanfu pointed out. Xu Shi was indifferent. How could he beat the horse? Of course, this was not as good as himself. Thinking of this, his face was even hotter, and he couldn't help lowering his head a little more, "Let the teacher laugh."

Such embarrassment made Geng Yuanfu laugh a few times, and then said softly, "Chicken Ming urges people to know. Yan Zhao, your diligent old man understands, did something happen today?"

When asked, after thinking about it, Yang Yanzhao answered truthfully, "Master, Yan Zhao was a member of the army before entering the college, so he was also very interested in martial arts. Today, he forgot the time when he sat down and felt the energy."

Yang Yanzhao was concealed by his family's expulsion. After all, this was a disgraceful thing. After saying that, he waited for Geng Yuanfu to speak without saying anything.

Unexpectedly, there was no sound of surprise or consteration. Geng Yuanfu's voice was still leisurely, "So how many layers of your energy have you practiced?"

Hearing this sentence, Yang Yanzhao was a little surprised. Is it possible that Geng Yuanfu is also armed with martial arts, and even a martial arts master? At present, he asked in a loss, "Does the teacher also know about the spirit?"

Geng Yuanfu frowned slightly, and then loosened it again. He brushed his sleeves and walked to one side. "I'm just a scholar. How can I understand this? It's not early. It's time to start today's homework."

He was a little disappointed, but Yang Yanzhao still followed him to the room, sat in front of the bookcase specially prepared for him, took out the pen and ink, opened the book, and listened to Geng Yuanfu's lecture meticulously.

The pen quickly recorded on the rice paper. Although this was only a lecture hall for him, and Geng Yuanfu also ordered that there was no need for such restraint, Yang Yanzhao was still very dedicated to learning everything he heard.

It's nothing else, just because what Geng Yuanfu said will always make him feel enlightened. Even some truths that he once knew make Yang Yanzhao have a deeper different experience.

This is everyone's charm.

Sometimes, Yang Yanzhao will stop and ask questions. Whenever he encounters this situation, Geng Yuanfu's smiles more, because although Yang Yanzhao's point of view is also inconsistent, he thinks about it carefully and has a deep meaning. Sometimes even he has never thought of such a statement and interpretation.

The teaching time is always a little short for the master and apprentice. Soon, at noon, Xu Shi returned to the courtyard after class and took Zhang Qian to the courtyard.

When Xu Shi saluted Geng Yuanfu, Zhang Qian also saluted. Then, the latter would solemnly salute Yang Yanzhao and call his uncle. If he hadn't adapted to it for a few days, Yang Yanzhao would have been a little uncomfortable.

"Brother, what kind of music are you playing today?"

Seeing the gift, Yang Yanzhao took out the piano in the room and put it in front of Xu Shi very attentively. The latter also sat happily on the low stool set up by Zhang Qian and gently rolled up his wide sleeves. "Little brother, you can like the rhythm I play. I am really happy. Today, I will play a song for you. After listening to the song I just came up with, I have to correct it.

As soon as this was said, Yang Yanzhao, who was sending tea to Geng Yuanfu, shook his hand inexplicably and almost dropped the tea cup in his hand. Xu Shi's piano skills were superb, but he was as blind to music as in his previous life.

You can feel happy when you listen to a good song, but if you want to say something good or bad, he can't really watch it. The reason why he let Xu Shi play a song so enthusiastically is just to relax.

More importantly, the dishes of He Yujiqinglou are about to arrive, and Xu Shi will not move the chopsticks without playing, so that he can eat delicious food and listen to the pleasant silk bamboo, which is also a big white life.

"The little uncle's pen and ink are excellent, and the poetry is just a novice. With him, the teacher's music will definitely be more intoxicating."

Zhang Qian, who was beside him, said softly. Xu Shi, who touched the strings, nodded with approval, making Yang Yanzhao suddenly feel like a cocoon. He secretly stared at Zhang Qian, who was the first to enter the intoxicated state.

"Ding-dong..."

Like a stream across the stone, the wind wrapped in white flowers, sounded in his heart. Geng Yuanfu and Zhang Qian quickly waved their heads infected, and even Yang Yanzhao, who did not know the rhythm, slowly closed his eyes.

The gardenia is fragrant, and the strings are flowing into the water, jumping elegantly and briskly in the small courtyard.