"Uncle Lin, I..." Faced with Lin Wanjiang's teachings, Li Wenlong did not know what to say. At this time, he found himself so ignorant that he was like a drop in the ocean in front of the circle God of Lin Wanjiang. It was so small that he could not feel his existence. He only knew that Lin Wanjiang's words were like his textbooks at school, like the ocean of knowledge. I am the pupil sitting on a small bench with a pencil head on the desk and drawing gourds. Although the characters are similar in shape, they are different in spirit, because they can not understand the real meaning...