Nightfall

Ning Que seriously recalled the feelings in the dream and said: "In my dream, those breaths that seemed to be uninterrupted but could hear regular patterns finally became a kind of substantive existence. Together, and finally my body is included, but no matter how I touch it, I ca n’t hold things that seem to be smoother than water. I can only watch them slip through my fingers. . "

Lv Qingchen forcibly suppressed his excitement, Shen Sheng asked: "How much do you feel in the dream, no, what should it be like? A pot of water? A stream? Or a small pond?"

Ning Que raised his head, and answered blankly, "It seems ... it's a sea."

Lv Qingchen's body was slightly stiff, and then he slumped back on the cushion. After a long silence, he laughed at himself, and the smile looked tired, murmured: "Yes, how is it possible?"

Ning Que had guessed from his expression that things were not as good as he had imagined, but he still asked with indulgence: "Mr. Lu, is this your first state? Is it the breath of heaven and earth that I feel?"

The old man Lu Qingchen patted his shoulder to express his comfort, and said in a slight voice: "The first stage is the first acquaintance. I said to you a few days ago, this means that the mind of the practitioner is self-confident. The existence of the breath of world, in other words, this is the first moment when the worldly person opens his eyes and sees this new world. "

"The world seen at first sight determines the future of this practitioner, because what he sees and feels in his eyes is the projection of the natural vitality of heaven and earth on his mind, and the more pure the thoughts of this practitioner's meditation The stronger and tighter the net, the greater the range of vitality you feel. "

The old man looked at Ning Que quietly and said, "When the first-time practitioners are less qualified, they can only feel the vitality of the world within a small area of ​​their bodies. The projection on the mind is just a pot of water. The scope of the heaven and earth vitality he feels is wider, and the projection is just a small pond. If he can feel a stream or even a lake ... then he will definitely become a great practitioner in the world. "

Ning frowned and wanted to say something, but was stopped by the old man.

The old man continued: "There are very few top-notch figures in the realm of destiny in the world today, and among them the qualification of Liu Bai, the sword saint of the Southern Jin Dynasty, is the most amazing. This sword saint entered the first realm when he was less than six years old. The endless yellow river! This is the real genius! That's why he used his yellow sword to traverse the south, and now he is recommended by practitioners in the world as the most likely to break through the five realms! "

Seeing a Yellow River is the most powerful practitioner in the world. What about the sea? Ning Que has been silent for a long time. Although he hides many secrets, he never thinks that he is a genius, not to mention this kind of genius who is more perverted than the world-recognized genius, but there are still some ... not reconciled.

"Maybe this sounds a little arrogant, and some are not well-balanced or ... narcissistic."

He carefully selected the words, lowered his head and said slowly: "Is it possible, I am really stronger than the Nanjin sword saint, not to say stronger ... Just because I have been meditating for many years, so I stepped into the range of feeling when I first met Bigger? "

"What is wider than the rushing river? I don't know, but it will definitely not be an endless sea, because these are completely two concepts."

Long Qingchen old man looked at Ning Que with his head down, sighed softly, and said, "Boy, do you know what the sea represents when you first met? That represents the heaven and earth of the whole world."

"No one can see all the things in the whole world at the first moment when he opens his eyes in that new world, because this is impossible, even the legendary saints can't do it."

He patted the teenager's slightly stiff shoulder again, smiling and comfortingly said: "Although it is only a dream, it is also a good dream."

Ning Que left in silence.

He was already indifferent to spiritual practice. If it were not for the old man Lu Qingchen ’s ear-raising and fate in recent days, he had some superfluous thoughts. At this time, his mood will probably be much better. It ’s just that if there is no hope, naturally there is no disappointment. If one Despair at the beginning, the hope at the beginning will not appear at all.

The little maid Sang Sang brought the hot tub to him, twisted the towel briskly, and then covered the towel with a mist that was slightly hot to his tired face. He asked curiously: "Master, you go tonight What did you ask? "

Ning Que ’s voice came out from under the hot towel, as if it had become wet with a lot of water mist, and the buzzing was low: “I ’m going to tell Old Man Lu that I do n’t tell you if I have a secret, but since I told you, you are Should n’t you tell me that you ’ve seen my little secret and faced my five-body genius, a gifted and talented practitioner? "

Sang Sang repeated this repetition in his mind, and then felt a little dizzy and quickly rubbed his brow. She took off the towel on Ning Que's face and scrubbed it twice in the water, twisted her waist and splashed the water outside the car, and said, "Master, this time it looks like you have become more idiot."

It was indeed like an idiot. Ning Que turned around and looked at the stars above the field through the car window. He touched his cheek subconsciously to touch the small freckles that could not be touched at all, and whispered: "I will play Is Flying Sword awesome? Will Xuanyuanjian Laozi play you guys? "

Sangsang heard him talking nonsense he couldn't understand, and shook his head.

Ning Que sat up and found out the dilapidated Taishang Induction. Instead of opening it, he stared at the cover silently for a long time, as if to see what secret was hidden inside.

"Bring the washbasin." His voice has been calmed down a lot.

I ignited the fire and gathered it to the corner of the book. After a while, the old yellow book started to burn. He gently released his finger and allowed this Taishang induction article that accompanied him for many years to fall into the brass basin, burning more and more. The sooner.

Sang Sang looked at this scene in surprise.

Watching the pages curl and turn black in the flames, then suddenly flicked out the tongue and turned into layers of gray. Ning Que's right hand next to the window was slightly tight, feeling that the heart became a little empty, as if there was a kind of company My friends who have lived for many years will never come back from here, and it is like a boy's dream that burst like a bubble.

"Am I quite a waste wood?" He asked.

Sang Sang shook his head.

Ning Que smiled and said: "No one is better than my arrow, no one is more ruthless than my knife, and no one as big as me is more than I kill. I am not waste wood, I am Subbi Lake The firewood man is just not allowed to use the flying sword to juggle. If I have a chance in the future, I will kill a few of him like a horse thief ... Mom ’s overhauler will show you. "

Sang Sang pressed his lips tightly ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ smiled and nodded.

This is not self-consolation after violent self-abandonment, but rather a lack of firm cognition. The brave guards at Beishan Road almost defeated a great swordsman, so why can't he? There is no truly invincible person in this world, and those outsiders are still human, so he can defeat them.

In that world, in this world, many people find that they are actually very poor, and when they ca n’t fulfill their dreams, they will lose, suffer, inferiority or even autism, and then many people will be immersed in this pain or success In the illusion, he kept struggling in the cage of his heart and kept struggling, hoping to return to the past.

I found that I couldn't write Qingloumeng, which is a new masterpiece of the four great masterpieces that could be hidden in the mountains for thousands of years, so I locked myself in the mountain village for thirty years and drank some porridge with my hair in my hair and took my left hand as a red sleeve. I thought I was Cao Xueqin?

Ning Que was never such a person. If he couldn't be Cao Xueqin, he would do Jin Yong, if he couldn't be an emperor, he would do calligraphy everyone, if he couldn't be a general, he would be a bachelor, and what if he couldn't be a practitioner?

It is not wrong to go to black and die on a road. Although the people around them will suffer, they may even succeed in the end, but those who have the will to choose a new road immediately may be more respectable.

Life is such a good guy. It takes more courage to make him look back than to keep him going.

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(Yes, the typo is red-sleeved Tim, not Tim Xiang. I like this sentence and the last sentence. Although it's sour, it's still quite energetic.

The night is now the first of the week, and the second of the week is pushed. I am so pleased that you are willing to vote for the recommendation of the true feelings in your hands. See if there is a possibility of two pairs?

Bow to thank you for stepping down. )