Xu Guangling had always let nature take its course when it came to practicing Tai Chi's Sanshou Kaitianbu Five-Finger Fuxi Jue, but now, he had inexplicably more expectations.
In fact, it was not inexplicable. Seeing that the progress was accelerated, and it was accelerated by an unknown number of times, two of the nine nodes connecting the red flowers among the five-color flowers had been opened. This made Xu Guangling couldn't help but want to use the remaining ones.
The seven nodes below were rushed away in one breath.
It doesn't even have anything to do with the result after the break.
Well, it can also be said to be some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder, "Imperfection Uncomfortability Syndrome".
So in the following days, his mind became more immersed in this aspect. After two trials of going and not going, he concluded that the mist was indeed a propeller for practicing Fuxi Jue, and it was a powerful propeller.
, Xu Guangling must go to the park every night.
Then he confirmed another thing again.
That is, as he absorbs it, the fog in the park is indeed decreasing day by day.
Seeing the boundless mist being absorbed by him day after day until it became thinner and thinner, Xu Guangling was a little frightened, frightened by his swallowing-like absorption. Before that, he had never seen anything.
Thinking that his body could absorb the mist of this entire small world.
Although the mist is vague and not real, it is still too exaggerated.
In comparison, the mist that he poured into the wood and jade and was absorbed by the two old men was not worth mentioning at all. The two were roughly analogous, but the ratio was more than one to ten thousand, or even more outrageous.
Even this pitifully small amount of absorption made it obvious that the spirits of the two old men were getting stronger day by day. This result made Xu Guangling dumbfounded, but he also vaguely understood why he would accept it in the last dream.
Come to the sentence "Yang gates are easy to break, but Yin locks are difficult to open."
If there was no such thing as the mist that he accidentally touched, it would probably take a long, long, long time before he could open that node, and each node would probably cost him a lot of time.
Just thinking about it briefly made Xu Guangling's scalp numb.
In fact, the difference between these two different results is too outrageous. One is measured in "days", while the other is at least measured in "years", right? And it is most likely not one year, two years, or three years.
But ten years, twenty years, thirty years...
"The water here is really too deep!"
Even if he was extremely lucky or lucky enough to step into the light speed channel of practice, Xu Guangling still couldn't help but sigh like this. It was also from this day that he had the idea of keeping a diary.
"In life, there are too many coincidences. They will have a significant impact on reality. Sometimes, they are not caused by necessity, but by chance. An inadvertent accident may turn everything upside down and completely different. This
I have to sigh, that thing that has been called 'destiny' by countless living beings throughout the ages."
"If you say it's nothing, I don't know how many people would feel the same way."
"If it does, who is controlling it?"
"At this moment, a scale appears in my mind. On one end of it is diligence, hard work, hard work, struggle, accumulation, development... and on the other end is destiny."
In the first diary, Xu Guangling recorded this.
He sighed in the diary and sighed outside the diary, thinking about the present and the past. Although Xu Guangling did not feel sad again, he was still in a state of confusion.
Faced with such turbulent emotions, Xu Guangling could only repeat his old tricks.
So, about half an hour later, another new piece of music was born, which Xu Guangling named "Destiny".
This is another fairy-like piece of music with no fixed melody, or in other words, the melody is weird and discontinuous, and there is no so-called echo from beginning to end.
The music starts gently, with a clear and shallow stream slowly flowing outward from the water outlet, flowing through plains, mountain streams, green grassland, and desolation. The next moment, it seems like just
It was a very normal loop, but what followed immediately was a plume of water flying down three thousand feet.
The clear and shallow stream suddenly merged with thousands of streams, and the torrent went straight down the mountains and rivers, flying beads and splashing jade, and the sound was heard throughout the sky and the earth.
The scattered flying beads and jade splashes turned into a continuous wave of musical notes, like light, like electricity, like thunder, like shooting stars...
And up to this point, it is only about one-tenth of the music. It can also be said that it is just the beginning.
Since the creation of the last song "Chen Xing", Xu Guangling's music creation has indeed broken some constraints. There is no fixed musical idea or melody, etc., that can limit him.
Just like a fish entering the sea, and like a bird in the sky.
The only things that can cause limitations are the fish and birds themselves, and the outside world, the world for body and mind to roam, is neither boundless nor boundless.
After the creation of "Destiny" was completed, Xu Guangling felt peaceful both physically and mentally.
Destiny can be felt but cannot be grasped. You can fear it, or you can ignore it, or stay away from it, but you cannot get close to it. For people, those who can get close and grasp it are those who are diligent, hardworking, and hardworking.
, struggle, accumulation, development...
In this state of mind, Xu Guangling worked day and night.
The years are like water, very dull yet very fulfilling.
During the day, I boxed, slept soundly, read, thought, made vermicelli, and, um, played chess. Of course, the main classes and casual conversations in Zhang’s home every night were the absolute focus.
The morning boxing, which was effective at first, became ineffective, and became a bit boring. However, since inhaling the mist, Xu Guangling's body and mind seemed to have undergone some transformation. Under such circumstances, even the initial Tai Chi,
Xu Guangling called again, and it became like old wine, mellow and thick, with endless flavor.
Correspondingly, Zhang Lao and Chen Lao were even more enthusiastic and actively engaged. Their level of immersion could be described as "addicted", just like children addicted to their favorite play and unable to extricate themselves.
Xu Guangling slept soundly after boxing. At this stage, Xu Guangling was almost dreamless. As soon as he fell asleep, he felt soundly, physically and mentally relaxed until the afternoon, when the sun was shining brightly.
On a sunny afternoon, Xu Guangling had a lot to do.
Reading, thinking, or building a "memory bank" in his mind is a very interesting thing for Xu Guangling now. Just like the two old people are addicted to practicing, Xu Guangling feels that at this stage
He is also a little obsessed with reading, thinking and memorizing.
Feeling that the "self-library" in my mind is being enriched and expanded bit by bit, the feeling is difficult to describe. I can only say that it is very good, very good!
If a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools.
What Xu Guangling feels now is that after having a sharp axe, chopping firewood has become a joy that makes people unable to extricate themselves. - After becoming able to have a photographic memory and be able to "really present" books in his mind
,Xu Guangling now feels itchy even if he doesn't study for a day.
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