The two of them went up the mountain, alternately carrying Qingyunzi on their backs. There were no ambush along the way, and they arrived at the place where Qingyunzi buried the Blue Eagle smoothly. Looking at the clean grave, both of them felt a little sad.
Next to Lan Jiu's grave, the two of them built another tomb for Qing Yunzi. They worked all night and were finally finished at dawn. They were both tired and covered in sweat. They leaned on both sides of the tombstone, one on the left and the other on the right.
Watching the morning sun rise.
"Second brother, what should we do next?" Zhang Yujie has long been accustomed to listening to Zhou Ming.
"Find ways to improve your strength." Zhou Ming said: "The whole day's experience yesterday made my understanding of Tai Chi seem to be deeper..."
"Really?" Zhang Yujie was happy for Zhou Ming, but also felt sad for his own stagnation.[
"I used to think that Tai Chi was about overcoming strength with softness and cultivating one's character, so I tried to restrain myself from losing my temper. But after a series of things happened yesterday, my anger reached an unprecedented peak. This was originally contrary to the theory of Tai Chi, but
I also feel that things are not that simple..."
"I don't understand!" Zhang Yujie waved his hand: "Just tell me what will happen?"
"As the saying goes, I, the Tathagata, sometimes roar like a lion. How can anyone in this world completely control his temper? Therefore, blindly using softness to overcome hardness will inevitably encounter aggressive people. The best way is to combine hardness and softness.
, take the initiative, be soft with hardness, and be hard with softness..."
"Enough, enough..." Zhang Yujie covered his ears: "Second brother, not everyone in this world can greatly improve their strength by relying on theory and epiphany like you. People like us still have to
Just study hard and practice hard!”
"Oh..." Zhou Ming suddenly remembered something: "Didn't Master give you a gourd before he died?"
"Yes, I always carry it with me." Zhang Yujie took off the gourd from his waist and said, "This is what Master uses to store wine. I just don't understand why Master still wants to let me drink when he is almost dead?"
"Master must have some profound meaning, but what exactly does he want to tell you?" Zhou Ming also fell into hard thinking.
"I don't want to anymore." Zhang Yujie didn't like to do such mental things. He unscrewed the lid of the gourd and took a sip, then said, "Let's go back to Master's residence and have a look."