Appreciation of treasures

Chapter 490 Pure Heart Technique
He knew that even if it passed, there would still be no fish to eat.

Going back to the room very depressed, Zhao Gang locked himself up. At this moment, he couldn't understand what the old man meant. He said he wanted to give him advice, but he took him fishing every day.

Not to mention fishing, but also give him a Guducao.What's even more strange is that the old man can catch it with grass, but he threw down the fishing rod with grass and it didn't improve.

Just like that, Zhao Gang lay quietly on the bed.When the bright moon rose again, Zhao Gang came to the door again to let the moonlight shine on him.

During this period of time, Zhao Gang meditated at the door every day, letting the breeze blow his face and the moonlight shining on him.His biggest feeling is that his body seems to be sharpened and strengthened obviously.

When I opened my eyes again, it was another bright day.Taking a deep breath, Zhao Gang got up as usual, tidied up and came to the old man again.

Sure enough, the old man was already waiting for him, and brought Zhao Gang and the two to the pond again.

Another day passed, and Zhao Gang still got nothing, so he dragged his tired body back.

For the next few days, Zhao Gang repeated one thing.Fishing, going home, meditating, fishing...

After fishing for half a month, the old man brought back a fish every day, but Zhao Gang still caught nothing!
Finally on this day, Zhao Gang couldn't bear it anymore.He smashed the fishing rod on the ground directly, with a hint of anger.

"Old Feng, what do you mean? You promised to teach me, but tomorrow you will only bring me fishing. And you only give me a handful of grass. How can I fish? If you don't want to teach me, just tell me." Now, what's the point of fooling me every day like this."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Gang still did not forget to glance at the old man, he had gradually lost patience with this matter.

But in the face of Zhao Gang's words, the old man still looked calm and calm. While talking, the old man picked up the fishing rod and caught more than two catties of fish a day. The old man slowly put the fish into the fish pot.

Only then did Yoyo stop her hands, and looked at Zhao Gang kindly.

With a slight smile, the old man said: "Back then, Jiang Taigong still used straight hooks when fishing. It would be good to give you a handful of grass. If you can't catch fish, why don't you think about your own problems?"

Zhao Gang naturally wouldn't listen to the old man's words. Zhao Gang couldn't help but rolled his eyes and complained inwardly, "If I have the skills of Mr. Jiang, I still need to go fishing here."

But murmurs belong to murmurs, Zhao Gang naturally did not dare to say these words.

At this time, the old man suddenly grabbed another handful of grass and threw it to Zhao Gang.

"A pure heart is like water, and clear water is the heart. There is no breeze, and the waves are calm. Remember that you are not the second Jiang Taigong, you are the first yourself."

After leaving a word to Zhao Gang, the old man ignored Zhao Gang and started fishing as usual.

On the other hand, Zhao Gang just froze in place.

"A pure heart is like water, and clear water is the heart. There is no breeze, and the waves are calm..."

Zhao Gang kept silently chanting what the old man said just now, and for a moment, a ray of light seemed to flash in Zhao Gang's mind.

Zhao Gang wanted to catch this ray of light, but it disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.

Zhao Gang is sure that if he can grasp the realm of this light, he will definitely go to a higher level.

Zhao Gang kept chanting silently, wanting to catch the light in a hurry, but the more anxious the light seemed to be, the farther away it was from him.

Shaking his head, Zhao Gang picked up the fishing rod he had thrown away just now, hung up a handful of grass and threw it into the calm lake.

"A pure heart is like water, and clear water is the heart. There is no breeze, and the waves are calm..."

Looking at the calm lake, Zhao Gang continued to mutter, gradually, Zhao Gang's impetuous heart seemed to calm down with the clear water and the breeze.

Zhao Gang suddenly realized that the old man brought him here every day to fish not just for the sake of fishing, but more as if he wanted him to understand something.

At the end of another day, Zhao Gang still didn't catch a single fish.After the two came back, Zhao Gang locked himself in the room again.

But today is different from usual. Zhao Gang's mood is not so impetuous and unhappy. Instead, he vaguely feels something.

In the evening, Zhao Gang sat at the door to meditate again. With a breeze blowing, the moonlight came as promised.

Zhao Gang closed his eyes to feel the tranquility of the night, and gradually Zhao Gang seemed to have fallen into another realm.

Zhao Gang saw a large lake. The lake was extremely calm, with no waves on the surface.

And Zhao Gang's heart seemed to follow the surface of the lake, without the slightest ripple, extremely calm.

But after the whole person calmed down, Zhao Gang felt indescribably relaxed all over his body, whether it was from the soul, the spirit, or the body.

Zhao Gang had a feeling that he was about to float up. Zhao Gang stepped on the calm lake, but his feet could not touch the water.

It was already the next morning when I opened my eyes again, and my meditation today was longer than before.

Zhao Gang took a deep breath, stood up and came to the old man again.

The old man was still waiting for Zhao Gang, and he didn't seem surprised at all that Zhao Gang was late.

It's just that what Zhao Gang didn't notice was that when the old man looked at him, there was a flash of the same light in his eyes.

I'm afraid even Zhao Gang himself didn't realize that his aura had changed.

The two came to the lake again, this time without waiting for the old man to start.Zhao Gang took the lead in picking up the fishing rod, hanging a handful of grass and throwing it into the lake, staring at the lake quietly.

The old man Xuanhe smiled, picked up the fishing rod and threw it into the lake.

Neither of them spoke, they just sat there quietly.In just a few seconds, there was probably a sudden commotion.

Looking around, another fish was hooked.But what is surprising is that the fish caught today is not the old man's, but Zhao Gang's.

This was the first fish that Zhao Gang caught in the past half a month, and he even caught it before the old man.

But Zhao Gang wasn't too excited about the first fish, it seemed that it was no novelty for him to catch a fish.

After putting the fish into the fish pot, Zhao Gang threw the fishing rod into the lake again.

After a while, the fishing rod moved again, and one after another the fish began to take the bait.

Seeing that Zhao Gang had finally improved, the old man at the side couldn't help showing a knowing smile at the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Gang had already caught dozens of fish by ten o'clock in the afternoon, but Zhao Gang didn't keep them all day, and finally put all the fish back.

Fishing is not an important thing to him. What is important is that he understands the meaning of it and understands the purpose of the old man doing it.

"A pure heart is like water, and clear water is the heart. There is no breeze, and the waves are calm."

The old man's words seemed to have magical powers, and they kept lingering in Zhao Gang's heart.

The meaning of it is also self-evident, it is undoubtedly to let him calm down, like a still lake.

Back at the house, Zhao Gang locked himself in the house again and didn't go out all afternoon.

(End of this chapter)