The child wiped his face and moved without moving. Looking up at the old man, I don’t know if he wanted to escape or something.

But in the end, he didn’t leave the squatting ground, and pushed the piece of wood to the old man’s stall with his hands.
"Is that all?" Childish voice with heavy breathing, the child said nervously, "Then I’ll go."
The old man held the wood carving of the winged tiger in his hand and said, "Push it back to its original position. This is you."
Children don’t care "huh?"
"Pushing is punishment, pushing is work, and this is your reward." The old man threw a woodcarving. "Don’t you want it?"
"yes!"
The child hurriedly squatted down and struggled to push the piece of wood to its original position.
Then behind the old man came a long and vicissitudes sound.
"A good friend is just a doll. Why are you so serious with him?"
"Dolls are human beings who have no reason to make mistakes, so they don’t have to be punished." Carving the old man wasn’t surprised that there was an extra person behind him. He turned and looked around and said, "But how did you come to me when you went around stirring the wind and burying the wires?"
"Didn’t you say that you helped me travel all the time?"
Chu Nangong stepped forward to carve the old man and immediately looked at the woodcarving stalls and praised, "Your carving skill is really getting more and more amazing."
Huang Shigong, the stall owner of the sculpture, sneered, "Don’t change the subject. Are you helping me or stopping me? You don’t know for yourself?"
"Alas, the old man is just a friendship for many years. Please change the order."
Chu Nangong’s tone is misunderstood. "You have left enough foreshadowing before looking for the East Emperor. It is definitely two different developments to go directly to the East Emperor with you."
"Can you get better results without changing the order exchange plan as a whole?"
Huang Shigong shook his head. "You still don’t understand after all these years."
The child had pushed the wood back to its original position, and the conversation between the two old men came to an end with excitement.
Huang Shigong handed him the woodcarving and said, "Don’t do such a thing after you remember it. You can get things through regular channels, and if you want to go astray, you will pay more in the end."
"Oh, oh," the boy didn’t listen. He got the tiger woodcarving and left happily
Chu Nangong looked at his old friend with a funny expression and said, "What’s the point of telling these truths to your child? He can’t understand you. Since you are soft-hearted, just give it to him directly."
"It’s his business not to understand, it’s my business to reason."
Huang Shigong’s tone softened a lot when the child went away, especially when he was with old friends, and his usual tone was also his.
"When people are young, they are like a mass of screened and mixed soft mud. As time goes by, people’s feelings are like fire, joys and sorrows, and they are like pens. Painting various patterns becomes a method to change ceramics."
"It’s a pity that you can’t break it into a second intact shape if you don’t note it when you are young."
Huang Shigong bent down to tidy up his stall and said, "We should pay more attention to all children’s physical mistakes."
As he spoke, he tied the four corners of the coarse cloth into a knot, and the woodcarving inside was folded, and the carving tools inside were grabbed and stuffed into the bag.
"Let’s go"
Huang Shigong recited his baggage and said, "It’s about time. Let’s talk while walking."
Chu Nangong walked with him to the outside of the mountain village and said, "Aren’t you curious why the old man came to see you?"
Huang Shigong glanced at him and said, "Don’t tell me if I don’t ask you?"
"The old man must say" Chu Nangong shook his head tone a grave way "sang Haicheng there a lot of things happened recently …"
He told Chunyang and Xiyuejun in detail according to the news he knew, focusing on the news of Zhao Gao’s death.
"The strength of the pure Yang looks unfathomable, and that Xiyuejun can kill all the six swordsmen alone, hit the Yin and Yang family and slay Zhao Gao. I’m afraid it’s not the realm of refining gods, can it?"
Chu Nangong paused for a crutch. "What’s more strange is that these two people are not from the same place. Xi Yuejun wears a mask on his face and may be pretending to be some well-known masters, but the pure body is absolutely easy to trace. He looks like he is about twenty years old."
There is no change in the frequency of Huang Shigong’s non-stop stepping.
Chu Nangong wondered, "Don’t you have anything to say about this?"
"Say what to explore the origin?"
Huang Shigong casually asked, "heaven and earth are so big, can you find out everyone’s origin?" This discussion is meaningless. "
"Anyway, if they really want to do something big, they will always know when they meet."
Chu Nangong sighed repeatedly after listening to it. "I really can’t figure out that I can write such a high art of war, but it’s wrong by some insiders, but you are always so straightforward at ordinary times."
Soldiers are also cunning
From the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, those generals who really went down in history have different personalities, but there is absolutely no one like Huang Shigong who wants to think in the simplest way when facing any problems.
The real brain is simple and straightforward, and people can become brave pioneers at most, but not masters of art of war.
Huang Shigong walked steadily and confidently, saying, "The so-called heaven is a mythical wonder and a treasure once held by Xuanyuan Huangdi Jiang Taigong. It is said that it contains the mystery of the whole world. Where can my art of war be compared?"
"Besides, who stipulates that people who know the art of war must take the art of war to their side?"
The two old men didn’t seem to walk fast, but in a moment they had already left the village for several miles to climb a mountain at the foot of a hill along a gentle slope.
"Even if I see through the truth of the art of war, it doesn’t mean that I am willing to live like that."
When Huang Shigong reached the top of the mountain, the pear tree stopped to look back at an old friend.
"Nan Gong, I always hope that you can live a simpler life. If you hadn’t had too many thoughts in your mind, you might not have been so easily charmed by the Eastern Emperor in those days."
Chu Nangong was silent.
There are not many unknown vegetation in pear trees in this mountain.
However, pure white pear blossoms are particularly eye-catching and fresh in a piece of green.
The wind blew white flowers and Chu Nangong’s thick eyebrows. The coolness of the wind urged him to spit out a long sigh.
"You once said that people’s moods should be in harmony. If I put aside some extra thoughts, I can step into that realm quickly."
"But for the old man, that line may be heaven and earth."
Chu Nangong said with a smile, "You don’t have to worry too much, my friend. Even if the situation has changed little, there will still be ten years of good work."
"And with the two of you working on your own, sometimes I can be alive and kicking without eating or drinking some water for a month, but it’s comfortable enough."
The stout old man smoothed his beard when he spoke.
His beard is pure white and very supple. Usually, it is obvious that he has taken care of himself. Even his eyebrows are too thick to be entangled in one place, and he will comb them carefully every morning.
After going through the Seven Kingdoms and that era, an old man can still live so finely in Daqin.