The old man yawned, and gave him the lamp in his palm: "Remember every move and move here, and engrave all these moves into your mind. These two books can also be used as firewood, and they are useless."
Qin Wuyan sat cross-legged on the ground: "Old man, these two books..."
"It's what the old man has learned all his life, and he planned to pass it on to his students at the beginning, but unfortunately he..." The wizard smiled sadly: "Forget it, this is fate, so I will treat it as an advantage to you, you can't let it The old man is disappointed."
Qin Wuyan nodded firmly: "I will definitely live up to your expectations."
The wizard stared at Qin Wuyan, and after a while, he slowly opened his mouth: "Ah Yan, when a man does things, he has to be informal and use all means to achieve his goals. Otherwise, if he is too modest, he might die in the hands of a villain. You understand What does the old man mean?"
Qin Wuyan: "..."
The sorcerer turned his face away, his eyes wandering: "If you pay too much attention to etiquette and benevolence, you may fall into the trap of the despicable. Remember that when the water is clear, there will be no fish. A gentleman who is too open-minded may not be a good thing for himself.
Everything in this world is not black and white, and there are many gray areas, and the same is true for people, only by keeping your life can you have infinite possibilities..."
"I understand." Qin Wuyan stood up and made a big gift to the wizard: "Student will remember your words."
The wizard waved his hand: "Go and see, it's best to memorize all the boxing and sword techniques above before you can rest."
After finishing speaking, he rolled the wheelchair, went to his own low couch, lay down and closed his eyes.
It was getting dark and the lamp oil was exhausted.
The morning light shines in through the glazed windows, adding a touch of light to the gloomy library.
Before the old man opened his eyes, he heard the sound of fists dancing in the air. He closed his eyes and listened for a while, then heard the sharp sound of a long sword cutting through the air.
When the old man opened his eyes, he saw Qin Wuyan was sweating profusely, holding a bamboo flute in his hand, his movements were flowing like clouds and flowing water, he used the bamboo flute in his hand as a long sword, and danced vigorously.
The young man seemed to be tireless. The dust on the ground was driven away by the wind of his feet, forming a beautiful circular arc on the periphery. He stood in the middle of the center of the circle, matching the movements of his feet with every move. , the bamboo flute in his hand was so fast that only a phantom was left.
The old man squinted his eyes in satisfaction, and there was a long-lost smile on his skinny face: As expected of the closed disciple he had set his sights on, the talent and energy were really beyond the reach of others.
He thought it would be good if he could memorize the moves in the two books all night, but he didn't expect that Qin Wuyan not only memorized the moves in it, but also practiced so proficiently.
Qin Wuyan finished playing boxing and swordsmanship, put away the bamboo flute, turned around, saw that the old man had woken up, and ran over excitedly: "Old man, I have learned all the moves and are proficient in them."
The wizard stared at his eyes and sniffed his nose: "What's the smell on you?"
Qin Wuyan raised his wrist in embarrassment and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said in embarrassment: "Last night, I came back from the training ground and came straight to your place. I didn't have time to take a shower. It's probably because the smell of sweat on my body made you grow old. .”
The wizard shook his head: "It's not the smell of sweat, come over here."
Qin Wuyan approached, as if remembering something, touched his chest, and stammered: "I put a piece of fragrant wood on my chest, it probably smells like fragrant wood."
The wizard continued to shake his head: "It's not the smell of fragrant wood, but the smell of an extremely rare medicinal material."