"Master, use my name?" Xu Tonghui said a little strangely.
"Of course, I'm still underage and haven't started to practice, so naturally I don't know much about practice. And you are a master of the Tongmai Realm. Isn't it normal to write something like this?" Xu Guangling said.
"..."
Xu Tonghui said nothing more, but moved the top piece of paper to the bottom and started reading.
And when you look at it, the sky is spinning, the sun and the moon are dim, the sand and rocks are flying, the sea is changing, the east is in the west, the south is in the north, there are seven vertical and horizontal directions, there are three directions and four twilight events...
Well, all of the above descriptions are missing the one "messy" one.
Seriously speaking, for Xu Tonghui, he suddenly stumbled into a whole new world without any preparation.
This is not surprising.
The "Xu Tonghui" who wrote this book originally came from another world.
Then.
That's the great master.
It is also a large number in many fields.
Taken together, this book is destined to be bizarre, but at the same time, there is a kind of terrifying "authenticity" in the bizarreness.
It looks just like the real thing.
And if there are practitioners in this world who really try to do what is said in the book, some practitioners will find that it is not true.
That's true!
The reason why I am a "partial cultivator" is that this book is just a story after all, and its truth is hidden under the luxuriant branches and leaves as roots and seeds.
Someone will see its branches and leaves.
Some people will see the roots and see the seeds.
And this latter, a small part of it...
Xu Guangling has not yet decided which level the highest level contained in this storybook will be. This requires constant exploration.
Let’s start with the condensation of Qi.
It won't be too late to write the second volume of "Tongmai" after Xu Tonghui has advanced to Tongmai again and has achieved great success in Tongmai.
This will generally be the case in the future. Wherever Xu Tonghui joins the ranks, the stories will be written there.
It will be Xu Tonghui's "summary".
I just hope that your Excellency will not be asked about the rest of the story.
In the meantime, perhaps some more interesting things will happen, and Xu Guangling is looking forward to it.
"The journey along the great road is like the sun and the moon."
On the first day Leng Qingyun entered the clan school, the teacher who taught them used a small stick as thick as a snow-white little finger to write these eight characters on a flat black board that occupied a small part of the wall.
"Do any of you know these words?" the gentleman asked.
A child who was five or six years younger than Leng Qingyun raised his hand, "I know you sir, the first word is 'big'."
He read it aloud.
"Not bad, just 'big'."
The gentleman nodded in approval, and then said to everyone: "Does any of you know what this 'big' means?"
"I know, grow up, adults!" another child shouted.
This is Jiuqu City.
This is the Ye family in Jiuqu City.
This is the genealogy of the Ye family, and most of the children in the genealogy, from two or three years old to teenagers, have the surname Ye. They are all children of the family.
Leng Qingyun's surname is Leng.
The Lengye family was family friends, but for hundreds of years, the Ye family has flourished, like a big tree, constantly branching out and extending its roots deeper and farther.
But the Leng family is like a pot of boiling water. It used to be so hot that it boiled, but with each generation, the children became more and more unworthy. The once hot and boiling water slowly cooled down. It was so cold that this generation only had
Leng Qingyun is now alone.
Fortunately, the Ye family still remembers Leng Ye's family connections.
Therefore, Leng Qingyun was able to enter the Ye family clan school with a foreign surname.
Naturally, he is not as lively as the children of the Ye family. Not only is he older and dependent on others, but he is just grateful and grateful at the same time, silently cherishing this hard-won opportunity.
He listened more carefully than any other child present!
The husband called the child who was shouting that he had grown up in front of him and asked the child to stand side by side with him.
He stretched out his hand and placed it flat on the child's head, and then placed his hand flat on the top of his own head.
"You are a child and I am an adult." The husband said, "I am 'taller' than you, which is a kind of bigness."
After the children came back happily, the teacher took out two bowls from the corner, a large bowl and a small bowl. He took a spoon and poured water into the two bowls respectively.
A bowl was filled with only half a spoonful.
After pouring three or four spoons into another bowl, the bowl was only half full.
"Small ones hold less, big ones hold more, 'more', this is also a kind of bigness."
The children listened with half-understanding, and some even laughed. It was so simple, and they were so smart.
The teacher paid no attention to them, neither reprimanding nor praising them.
The teacher used the small white stick to circle the word "big", and then he circled the word "行" behind it. "After saying "big", let's talk about the word "big"."
"Sir, sir, where are the two in front?" a child shouted.
"For the first two of you, you only need to be able to read and write. Now let's look at this word." The gentleman said.
…
Xu Tonghui read the stack of paper very slowly, and by the time he finished reading it, the sun had already set.
He just stood here like this for most of the day!
His eyes were slightly red, and there was sadness, nostalgia, confusion, and shock in his eyes, as well as a lot of ignorance and ignorance.
All in all, his expression was extremely complicated.
Found Xu Guangling in several familiar places, Xu Tonghui came closer and said, "Master."
"What's wrong?" Xu Guangling asked.
"Master, what is written here..."
"You have to remember everything written in it." Xu Guangling didn't wait for him to finish his words, "Because someone may come to you to discuss this storybook in the future. Of course you have to remember what you wrote yourself, and you can't let others talk about it.
Mention it, but you don’t know.”
"Ah? Ah?"
"Okay, that's it. You can send the storybooks I borrowed before and this one I wrote. I don't know if they will accept it." Xu Guangling said.
In the evening, Xu Tonghui left and returned.
"Master, they left the script behind and said they wanted to read it," Xu Tonghui said.
Xu Guangling nodded slightly.
"Master..."
Xu Tonghui was about to speak but stopped.
"What do you want to say?" Xu Guangling turned around.
Xu Tonghui muttered for a long time without saying anything. It was not that he had nothing to say, but that he wanted to say too much.
But now he was very confused.
Very chaotic.
It's like a bunch of threads tangled into a ball.
There were many threads, but for a moment, he didn't know which one to draw.
dinner.
Exercise late.
swim.
Basically, after all the schedule for the day was over, Xu Guangling asked Xu Tonghui: "Uncle Xu, do you have anything else to ask?"
Xu Tonghui thought for a while and decided not to ask for the time being.
He had better think about what he said tonight. He would have to think about it for many days and a long time. He would ask again when he had thought about it.
So at this moment, he just shook his head and said to Xu Guangling: "Master, no."