When the old farmer heard this, he knew that Marshal Zeng had a task to hand him over and said quickly, "Since the ancestor of the Forbidden City died, there are only a few who can stop me!"

"If Xiang Shaolong takes action, he can stop me, but he can't win easily! The Eagle under Jiushuai is one, but he can only detect my whereabouts, and he is not an opponent when he fights..."

"As for those guardians of the Forbidden City... I have thought about it and there is no one who can deal with me anymore!"

"Oh? You have such a high opinion of the King of Far East?" Zeng Guofan asked in surprise. "I remember you once said that Xiang Shaolong's kung fu is on par with the eagle, but just now your words seemed to be much taller than the eagle?"

"That's right! Although Zeng Shuai doesn't practice martial arts, you know more about your knowledge and the principles of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism than me!"

"In fact, if you want to achieve all careers in the world, you must first cultivate your mind! Calligraphy, painting, carving, and even studying the government affairs carefully, you must first hone your mind!"

"The same is true for those who practice martial arts. In fact, there is not much difference between people and people. Internal strength varies from heat, but it is impossible to become a god by practicing internal strength!"

"At the end of the martial arts, one can be a way to compete for one's mind! How to explain this mind... Let's put it this way, even if the two of them are average in martial arts, they choose a rope hanging from a cliff in the place of competition!"

"Just fight on this rope, there is an abyss under your feet. At this time, what you are fighting for is the mind and nature. Whose mind is more stable! It means that you can pull your mental attention from the environment to the martial arts itself, forget the dangers of the environment!"

"This kind of person will definitely win! Why do I recommend the dead ancestor? Although this person has a different position from ours, he really doesn't say anything about martial arts!"

"There are no masters in the martial arts world who can dodge bullets now. He is the last one... Xiao Letian once saw his ancestors dodge bullets with his own eyes, and even the new Chinese army suffered a great loss!"

"Is the man who was hiding from the old ancestor really a bullet? Actually, it's not. He can completely forget the danger of bullets, and focus all his attention on the shooter's heart!"

"Through the opponent's breathing, heartbeat, eyes, etc., all kinds of subtle actions, you can predict the direction of the bullet in advance. He is avoiding the shooter's heart, not the bullet!"

"I can't get to this kind of terrible concentration!"

"On the night when the Chinese embassy was attacked, I took your life to protect the head of state. That night I guarded the roof with the King of Far East all night!"

"I was observing him, and he was observing me too... That night I found that he was much more powerful, an indescribable aura, very domineering, completely different from the Xiang Shaolong I knew before!"

"He has indeed made progress, mainly because of his mind and nature. Does he have any special methods of cultivation?"

Zeng Guofan understood the old farmer's words, and this great scholar who was a scholar of heaven and man understood with a change of mind, "Hahaha... Old farmer! Fortunately, you told me this question. If you understand it yourself, it would be very difficult!"

"Xiang Shaolong is a loss for Xiao Letian's whetstone. His character training has received too much favor from Xiao Letian!"

"The difference between you and Master Long is that you have never been abroad. To be honest, this is a very disadvantageous point. Even I feel regretful about this life!"

"Walking thousands of miles, seeing thousands of people! Isn't this training of mind and nature? Europe, Asia, and the oceans are broken through. This is a subtle influence on the spiritual shaping of people!"

"What's more important is that the King of Far East is now a prince in charge. Although the Far East country has a population of only one million, it is still a country after all!"

"In the process of governing, Xiang Shaolong must practice the kingly way and domineering, and consider issues more and more. He even has to practice the kind of person who ignores human life in war..."

"Oh! Xiao Letian said that kind of name... God's perspective! It's interesting. When people see ants fighting, they will never feel empathy. They cannot feel the terrifying blood in the ant war and the grief and anger of dead relatives and comrades!"

"The same is true for God. He watched millions of people fighting from afar from the clouds, and it is probably difficult to empathize with it. The pain of plasma rupture, the tragic death of relatives, and the departure of comrades..."

"A true commander, commanding the army of a country, actually needs this feeling. He cannot make himself weak... He must turn himself into the person who commands ants to fight, or the god who commands mortals to fight!"

"This is a kind of tempering that completely violates human nature. You lack this link! Although you have been tempering in the battlefield for many years, you are still trapped in the crowd, or the one who fights in the pile of ants..."

"You didn't jump out, didn't fly to the sky to realize this power... It's very idle. The King of Far East is the first to see the path, so you think he has a domineering spirit!"

"If this continues, Xiang Shaolong's kung fu will be far ahead of you in the future!"

The old farmer was shocked and looked at Zeng Shuai incredibly, "This... this is a bit too mysterious, right?"

"Haha...Old farmer! So I kept saying, after I die, you should follow Xiao Letian! It's really a big picture to be with that person!"

The old farmer lowered his head and thought for a while, "Master General... The King of Far East told me that night. He was planning to establish a Chinese Jingwu Association in the Northern Industrial Zone at the end of this year!"

"He invited me to be the first director... He paid for the money and I came to contact my friends from Sanshan and Wuyue, and he also said..."

"When the head of state has lived, he will compile a book called "Mushashi" to concentrate on the great achievements of Chinese martial arts and hide it in this book!"

"I...I want to try..."

Zeng Guofan closed his eyes and waved his hand, "Well! It's up to you... My life is not long, everything in the future will be up to your own wishes..."

"I have left you a lot of land and wealth, enough for you and your family to live a prosperous life. If you arrange it to Xiao Letian, I will feel relieved!"

"This Xiao Letian, he is willing to practice the "Mussashi Sutra" for you martial arts people and he has also built a large museum and a large library!"

"It means that this person is not a narrow-minded heart who burns books and burys scholars! The big picture... I don't worry about the world when I hand it over to him, really don't worry..."

The old farmer heard the tone of Mr. Zeng, who seemed to be his last words at the end of his life, couldn't help but feel sad and knocked on the ground, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Zeng Guofan didn't open his eyes either, but just waved his hand, "Go... Go to Prince Gong's Mansion, go to the West Mountain... Go to spy on military information! I, a dying person, have a strong premonition!"

"The conservative faction of the Japanese Sixth is not going to give up! Your Majesty's secret agreement will definitely anger them!"

"I smelled the dead! These people are probably going to fight to the death!"

The old farmer shook his body and looked up and asked, "Don't they give up? Didn't they teach a lesson that night when the airship suppressed him?"
Chapter completed!