Chapter 45 For professional matters, find professional people - "Traveling through 60 and working as a security guard in space"

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After listening to Wang Ye's words, Grandpa Zhao stood up and said to Wang Ye: "Go and say hello to your mother. Let's go to Ping Laosan's house. We may not come back tonight."

Wang Ye knew that his problems could be big or small.He didn't hesitate to say hello to Qin Wan and walked to Ping Sanzhuo's house with Grandpa Zhao.

The two came to Ping Sanzhuo's house, and the old man was chatting at the door.When he saw Grandpa Zhao coming with Wang Ye, he asked, "Old Zhao, why did you come here with Xiao Ye?"

Grandpa Zhao said with a smile: "Hey, you old boy, why can't I come to your house?"

Ping Sanzhuo: "Who can stop you, Lao Zhao, wherever you want to go in these 49 cities?"

Grandpa Zhao snorted proudly and said, "Stop hanging here to dry. I'll see you if I have anything to do when I come in."

Seeing Grandpa Zhao speaking seriously, Ping Sanzhuo knew that something was serious.He got up and took the two of them into the yard. In the yard, the master's wife was cleaning up the house. She quickly stepped forward and said, "Xiaoye is here. Have you eaten? If not, the master's wife will make you something."

Wang Ye quickly said: "Master, please stop working, I've eaten."

Ping Sanzhuo said: "Old lady, Lao Zhao and I have something to do. Please make two cups of tea and come to the study."

Ping Sanzhuo took Grandpa Zhao and Wang Ye directly to the study.As soon as she sat down, the mistress came into the study with a teapot and three cups.He put down the cup and left the study.Wang Ye quickly poured tea into each cup.

Grandpa Zhao took a sip of tea and explained Wang Ye's situation to Ping Sanzhuo in one breath.Ping Sanzhuo frowned slightly and looked at Grandpa Zhao and said: "Old Zhao, Xiaoye is only 16, why did you let him get a life on his hands? Isn't it a little early?"

After hearing this, Wang Ye felt something was wrong and thought to himself: "What do you mean it's too early? How could these two old men arrange to get some lives on their hands after a few years? These two old men are good people. They should be good people, but would good people arrange for their disciples to get some lives on their hands?" Wang Ye looked at the two old men doubtfully.

Grandpa Zhao rolled his eyes at Wang Ye and said angrily: "What the hell, that martial arts practitioner doesn't have two lives on his hands. Even if we don't go to Anguo, in two years I will arrange for you to go to the execution ground and see the blood."

Ping Sanzhuo said: "Reach out your hands and use your breathing techniques."

Wang Ye stretched out his hand and put it on the table. Ping Sanzhuo's three fingers lightly touched Wang Ye's pulse.His eyes were slightly closed, and for a moment, his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he had caught the hidden abnormal fluctuation in his pulse.

Ping Sanzhuo retracted his fingers and opened his eyes and said: "There is a problem. Don't use your breathing method recently. You are too violent, so use my method first. From now on, Xiaoye will learn something about self-cultivation."

Wang Ye asked doubtfully: "What about cultivating one's moral character?"

Ping Sanzhuo said: "Play chess, calligraphy and painting, grow flowers and fish, whatever you want."

Wang Ye thought: "Forget the piano, this thing requires talent. Wang Ye was tone-deaf both in his previous life and now when he sang. In his previous life, Wang Ye heard that some people were born with insufficient musical perception and expression."

"Not good at chess, Wang Ye's brain is not good at cultivating his character. He's not good at painting either. Most of these things are traditional Chinese paintings now. If Wang Ye can learn sketching, he can't do it. He's not good at growing flowers. Conditions don't allow him to grow them. It's useless if he grows them in space. Fishing, let alone fishing by himself, is too violent. The only thing left is calligraphy."

Wang Ye said: "Let's learn calligraphy."

Ping Sanzhuo said: "Calligraphy is also good. I will take you to find a teacher to teach you tomorrow."

Wang Ye said dejectedly: "Find me another master?"

Ping Sanzhuo said angrily: "What are you thinking? I am not as grand as Old Zhao. If I can divide the disciples equally, I am just a teacher." Wang Ye felt that this meant that only the state officials were allowed to set fires and the people were not allowed to light lamps.

Grandpa Zhao asked: "Who do you want to introduce? Do I know him?"

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