It is not difficult to write, not a single stroke is difficult.
The difficult thing is that when writing new strokes, you have to use your mind to maintain the previously written part so that it does not scatter. This is actually equivalent to multitasking. Of course, it is less difficult than multitasking in the true sense.
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But even so, it was still a difficult task for Xu Guangling.
However, this kind of touching the boundaries and limits makes Xu Guangling happy. There is another project waiting for him to tackle and overcome.
Xu Guangling's first thought was when he could successfully write "one, two, three, four, five, go up the mountain to fight the tiger". First, he could write a single character, and then he could present the entire ten characters together.
Well, that seems like a tough goal.
Xu Guangling regards this goal as the first hurdle on his way forward.
"The road through Xiongguan is really like iron, but now we are crossing it from the beginning." Reciting this poem from the librarian, Xu Guangling smiled slightly at the invisible sun in the horizon.
The snow is still falling.
Fluttering, rustling, rustling.
Xu Guangling suddenly felt vaguely that the sound of falling snow reached his ears and seemed to be much clearer than last night.
Soon, Xu Guangling knew that this was not an illusion.
When he calmly stood there and felt the falling snow, the sound of numerous snowflakes falling to the ground within a radius of several meters around him could be heard clearly. His hearing could even follow one of the snowflakes from mid-air.
Landed.
Without the use of eyes or clairvoyance, he could completely rely on his hearing to describe the route and process of a snowflake from the top of his head to the time it falls at his feet!
One snowflake, another snowflake.
One snowflake, another snowflake.
Xu Guangling just closed his eyes and stood here silently. After a long time, the area more than two meters outside him gradually became "brighter".
He still didn't look.
But relying solely on hearing, we can construct the real scenes around us!
Is this, in a sense, "listening instead of seeing"?
If "seeing", "listening", "smelling", etc. are normal body sensations, at this moment, Xu Guangling found that he did have some kind of "super-sense", just like the celestial eye.
But the ability to listen instead of see at this moment is far inferior to the ability of the celestial eye. It is very weak and has just sprouted. Xu Guangling does not know whether it can truly develop and develop into a real ability.
However, Xu Guangling had no intention of pursuing such indifferent things.
In fact, even with the Sky Eye, which seems to be a very magical and remarkable ability, Xu Guangling has never pursued anything, but has completely let nature take its course. Even if this ability suddenly disappears, he will only feel a little regretful at most.
Just a pity!
Compared with these, what Xu Guangling expects and wants to see is the progress of the subject's physical and mental aspects.
Say, five-color flowers bloom.
Say, get through those three fundamental acupoints?
Xu Guangling discovered that he seemed to have the gift of a crow's mouth.
When he came back from the supersensory experience of hearing instead of seeing, he opened his eyes, thought of the Heavenly Eye, and subconsciously activated the Heavenly Eye, he suddenly discovered that his Heavenly Eye... had not disappeared, but the observation
The area was suddenly reduced from the previous radius of about fifteen kilometers to about ten kilometers.
It actually shrank by almost a third!
"Feel the world of a small grass"
"To truly and accurately influence and control the energy of the earth, mountains and rivers through the mind"
"Listening instead of seeing, super sensory experience"
"The ability of the Heavenly Eye will retreat if it does not advance"
These are all brought about by Su Nu Tongxin Jue, and they are just changes after one practice. Xu Guangling is looking forward to the follow-up of these changes.
Time passes slowly and leisurely, just like falling snow. It is said to be leisurely and leisurely, and it is said to be hasty and hasty.
Speaking of leisurely, Xueluo's posture was leisurely, and speaking of rush, it was only one day, and the ground was thousands of miles white. Then, the snow turned from heavy to light, and finally became sparse, but it continued sparsely and continuously for several days.
Time stopped completely.
But looking at the sky, there is still endless gray.
It is estimated that there will be another snowfall in ten days and a half at most!
Snow, which has become increasingly rare in the Central Plains, has unexpectedly become a common occurrence here.
In the past few days, Xu Guangling's practice of Su Nu Tongxin Jue replaced the practice of Fuxi Jue and Fundamental Techniques. However, every morning and evening, after waking up in Dingjing, he performed two boxing sessions to activate Qi and blood.
Whether it's a big orifice or a medium orifice, it will still run on its own for a period of time.
Xu Guangling experienced Xiaocao's world again and again through the Su Nu's Concentric Technique.
To be honest, it wasn't a very nice experience.
Every time "Together", Xu Guangling has to experience a variety of experiences such as darkness, depression, coldness, stagnation, hardship, etc. If these are indeed the feelings of Xiaocao, then it must be said that as a grass, it is impossible to survive.
The pressure is really great.
Every time Xu Guangling wakes up from a state of sedation, he will feel uncomfortable for a short period of time, both physically and mentally.
My heart seemed to still be immersed in the dark and oppressive environment of less than a few meters in radius, and my body seemed to be imprisoned, and the movement of Qi and blood seemed a bit sluggish.
But slowly, this physical and mental feeling will recover bit by bit.
The process of recovery is like the process of ice thawing, and more like the process of the whole world stepping from cold winter to spring. During this process, Xu Guangling felt the beauty of life.
To be more precise, I am so happy to be a human being.
Compared with that little grass.
My eyes can see, and I can see that the sky is not blue at this moment, but there is a clear view between the sky and the earth. Even if the environment in this area is monotonous, there are still sky, earth, mountains, water, vegetation, and trees.
Animals come in all shapes and all kinds of ups and downs.
In other words, no matter how monotonous it is, it can still be incorporated into hundreds of paintings.
Ears can hear.
The sound of snow falling, the howling wind, the sound of eagle wings, the sound of yaks and antelopes running, the sound of sand sliding in the desert, the sound of spring water slowly seeping and flowing in the desert...
The nose can smell.
In this land already covered by ice and snow, Xu Guangling's keen sense of smell can still distinguish the smell of many vegetation.
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But grass has none of these.
Not at all.
It is covered with ice and snow, invaded by cold, and shrouded in darkness. It cannot move, speak, see or hear, but can only rely on a thin and fuzzy perception, and then tries its best to maintain the continuation of life.
Life for it is too monotonous, forever monotonous, too heavy, forever heavy.
Xu Guangling, who actually doesn't like to think very much, can't help but think at this moment, "What is the purpose of living? What's the point of living like this?"
Well, for that little grass-like life.
This was Xu Guangling's thoughts when he was a human being after he quit practicing Su Nu Tong Xin Jue.
But when he entered a state of concentration and began to "be in the same mind" with Xiaocao, he didn't know whether it was Xiaocao or him, or maybe two and two merged into one. At that time, his whole body and mind had only one thought.