The scenery before my eyes flew by.
Soon, Xingnong landed on an open space halfway up the mountain.
A young man in white clothes stretched out his hand to Xing Nong: "Give me candy!"
Xing Nong:
The boy said: "Just now I brought you up here, you have to give me a piece of candy in your mouth."
The candy she ate smelled nice and seemed delicious.
Worried that Xing Nong would not give it to him, he added, "Master said that brothers and sisters should know how to share. I am your brother Ziwu. If you have candy, please share it with me~"
Xing Nong took out a candy from his pocket and placed it in his palm.
The boy got the candy and instantly disappeared using his lightness skills!
Master Tang waved happily to Xing Nong under the pavilion: "My dear disciple, that's your brother Ziwu. He has a childlike temper. Don't blame him. Come over here quickly!"
Ziwu was a child that Elder Tang picked up. The child had a different brain than normal people and was abandoned by his family. He raised him by his side.
Xing Nong walked over and greeted them: "Master Tang, Master Kong."
Master Tang smiled and said to Xing Nong, "My dear disciple, tell me how you got out of the mist just now!"
Xing Nong: "Based on intuition."
Hearing this, Elder Tang proudly picked up a small wooden comb and combed his beard, then looked at Elder Kong: "Listen, intuition, this is called talent!"
Mr. Kong snorted coldly.
When someone was angry, Master Tang was happy. He pointed to the seat across the round table with a small wooden comb and said, "My dear disciple, sit down."
There is a round stone table under the pavilion, on which are placed the four treasures of the study.
There are three chessboards on the stone benches surrounding the pavilion.
One is a chess board, one is a Go board, and the last one is different from the common one.
What is drawn above is not the Chu River and Han River boundary, nor is it a 19-way chessboard, but a chessboard similar to the Bagua image, which is somewhat complicated.
Xing Nong sat down as he was told.
Elder Tang handed her a brush and said, "My dear disciple, try to draw the formation of the peach forest."
Xing Nong subconsciously stretched out his left hand, paused, then switched to his right hand and took the pen: "I don't know how to draw."
Elder Tang thought of her background and said, "It's very simple. Just put a black dot on the peach tree you saw along the route you just walked. Try not to miss any. Even if you saw one but didn't walk there, mark it."
Xing Nong recalled for a while before putting pen to paper.
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Chu Tiankuo walked down the stairs from the top of the mountain and saw Ziwu sitting on the stone steps holding a white rectangular candy, sniffing it left and right, looking reluctant to eat it.
"What is this and who gave it to you?"
When Ziwu saw him, he immediately stood up and said, "Brother Tiankuo! This is candy, given to me by my precious junior sister."
Then he showed a look of reluctance and hesitation, and finally broke off half of it with a fearless attitude, and handed half of the milky white candy to Chu Tiankuo: "Give it to Brother Tiankuo, it's delicious!"
Chu Tiankuo's cold and handsome face smiled rarely and patted his shoulder: "I don't like sweets, you eat it yourself."
"Okay!" Ziwu immediately showed an innocent smile when he heard that, and then put the candy into his mouth.
Chu Tiankuo walked down the stone steps and walked towards the three people under the pavilion.
Xing Nong had already pointed out the route she had taken, "Okay."
Chu Tiankuo came behind her and took a look.
The rice paper is covered with small dots.
It is clear and obvious at a glance. Although the size and shape of each point are different, the distance between them is exactly the same.
His gaze fell on her slightly dark skinned, delicate face, and his eyes were dark and unclear.
Is it a gift from nature, or is he simply a person who is good at composition
He thinks it's the latter.
There are so many mysteries about her.
Old Tang was combing his beard with a small comb, and his cloudy eyes were bright and shining.
Mr. Kong’s eyes are also very bright!
I was able to remember it exactly.
This memory is amazing!
genius!
Absolute genius!
Elder Tang suppressed his excitement and nodded with a hint of satisfaction, "Well, not bad. You have 50% of my talent back then."
The corner of Kong Lao's mouth twitched: This bald donkey knows how to brag! He deserves to be called a bald donkey for bragging about himself!
Mr. Tang's comb landed between two points. "Why didn't you go this way just now? Wouldn't it be faster to go straight through the peach forest?"
He has an ingenious design here. Everyone who passes by will be aware that this is the right place to go.
Xing Nong: "You can't go by your intuition."
Mr. Tang pointed out some important key points and asked Xingnong.
Xing Nong would either reply, "My intuition tells me this is the better way" or "My intuition tells me this is not the way to go."
The corner of Mr. Tang's mouth twitched. He took back the comb and didn't ask any more questions. He just had to go with his intuition anyway!
He looked at Master Kong and said, "Did you hear that? This is talent! Extraordinary talent! Don't waste the talent of my precious disciple!"
Mr. Kong was fed up with this bald donkey. He looked at Xing Nong and said, "My beloved disciple, did you also solve those math problems based on intuition?"
Xing Nong's mouth twitched. How could she rely on intuition? Mathematics, physics and chemistry were all subjects she had studied for a long time and were her areas of expertise.
"no."
Mr. Tang combed his beard proudly.
Mr. Kong was unwilling to give up and continued to ask: "Then how did you solve those arithmetic problems?"
Xing Nong shook his head: "Based on calculations."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Kong laughed happily: "Haha... That's right, calculation, how can this be done by intuition! You have to calculate! This is the real talent! What's intuition?!"
Mr. Tang was unhappy. He waved his small wooden comb and said, "Go away, go away, go away! Don't disturb me while I'm teaching my apprentice."
This time, Confucius ignored him. He stood up and walked away. He had to prepare some questions for his beloved disciple to calculate and see how much he could calculate so that he would know where to start teaching.
Well, he also wrote down the difficult problems he had not solved recently, to see how far she could figure it out.
Next, Old General Tang completed the diagram of the formation and gave Xingnong a detailed analysis.
Xingnong listened carefully, and the more he listened, the more magical it seemed to him.
Elder Tang said carefully: "This formation is more complicated because it has to achieve the effect of fog, but it is a very classic formation. The formations are ever-changing, but the key to each formation is the same, and they all follow the most basic rules. Now I will teach you the rules."
Xing Nong listened carefully and nodded.
"I will read, you write, and write down the formula I read." At this point, Master Tang thought of something and said, "My dear disciple, can you read?"
Xing Nong nodded: "I learned calligraphy from my grandmother and mother, but I'm not very good at it."
The original owner knew a lot of words. Shen Zhongshan had taught Gu before, and Gu had taught them, the siblings.
It’s just because the family was poor and there was no pen, ink, paper or inkstone. The original owner had never practiced calligraphy, so his writing was not good.
But that was no problem, she could just write with her right hand.
Mr. Tang took a look at her pen-holding posture, which was fairly accurate, and nodded: "Then I'll read and you write. Qian three consecutive, Kun six consecutive..."
Xingnong wrote down six crooked words.
She didn't know what the handwriting of someone who couldn't write looked like, so she made it a little ugly on purpose.
Old Tang looked down and his mouth twitched: What is this? Is it a heavenly book? It's so ugly!
Elder Tang couldn't bear to watch, so he looked at Chu Tiankuo who had been silent and waved, "My beloved disciple, write down the formula!"
Elder Tang said to Xing Nong, "My dear disciple, after your senior brother writes it down, you should memorize it. Remember, the ancestors stipulated that this formula can only be passed down orally and cannot be leaked or passed down in writing. After you memorize it, you should burn the paper."
Chu Tiankuo sat down next to Xingnong and stretched out his hand to her: "Give me the pen."
Xing Nong originally wanted to ask Elder Tang to just say it once, and she would remember it, but when she saw the artist's hand reaching out to her and thought of the three words "Golden Cure Medicine", she immediately stuffed the pen into his palm and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother."
The cold fingertips accidentally touched the warm palm, which made him feel itchy, like a feather gently scratching his heartstrings.
Chu Tiankuo felt a strange throbbing in his heart and was stunned for a moment.