"Why did you write that script? Uncle Xu, have you heard of the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty?" Xu Guangling asked.
"What?"
Of course Xu Tonghui has never heard of it!
"Forget it if you haven't heard of it. Anyway, you are a small Qi Condensation Realm cultivator, so it doesn't make any sense to know this."
"..."
"Young master, I can actually be considered as having access to the meridians!" Xu Tonghui retorted weakly.
"Then tell me, which channel do you have access to?"
"..."
"Go, get some paper and a pen, I said, you write." Xu Guangling said.
Xu Tonghui was stunned for a moment, and then he went to get a pen and paper at a flying speed.
"There is a fish in the North Ming Dynasty, and its name is Kun. Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it has. It turns into a bird, and its name is Peng. With the back of a Peng, I don't know how many thousands of miles it has. When it flies in anger, its wings are as big as
Clouds hanging from the sky.”
Xu Guangling was talking and Xu Tonghui was remembering.
Xu Tonghui couldn't write the two words with weird pronunciation, so he temporarily used two circles instead.
"And if the water is not thick enough, it will not be able to carry a large boat. If you pour a cup of water on the col hall, the boat will be made of mustard."
"If you place a cup, it will be glued. The water is shallow and the boat is big."
Having said this, Xu Guangling paused and asked, "Do you understand?"
"Understood! Master, I understand!" Xu Tonghui nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
He really understands!
He had understood everything before, but now, he fully understood what it meant when the young master taught him the new open-frame physical training and asked him to start practicing Qi Condensation again.
"As long as you understand, then I don't need to say anything else, and you don't need to write it down," Xu Guangling said.
"..."
"Master!"
Xu Tonghui almost grabbed the ground with his head.
Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
Replace "sorrow" in this sentence with "resentment" and "accusation", and it is almost the current portrayal of Xu Tonghui.
He has been tortured by the previous script for a long time, okay!
The young master is here again!
"A guest is coming, Uncle Xu, you go and pick up the guest. Don't bring them to my side." Xu Guangling said lazily, still rocking the recliner from time to time.
Xu Tonghui was stunned.
Someone is coming?
He didn't hear anything!
But he didn't doubt the young master's words at all, and immediately stood up and headed towards the front yard.
On the way, Xu Tonghui's mind was still spinning these sentences.
The young master has obviously just started.
He really wanted to know what was behind!
However, no matter how he imagined it, he could not imagine how gorgeous it would be behind.
It is not the magnificence of words, but the magnificence of thoughts.
That is the real "God flying out of the sky".
That is also a major cultivator's perception of the pinnacle of life. Regardless of the level of the "body", just talking about the realm of the "mind", there is only one sentence that can describe such a cultivator at the level of Tonghui.
Just fell to the ground!
As for cultivators like Xu Tonghui, at the moment, they are just the "Xuejiu" in that article.
When Xu Tonghui walked through the long courtyard and came to the front door, a visitor knocked on the door.
On weekdays, the door is closed.
"Boom, boom, boom."
Three dull but slow sounds.
Knocking on the door, the intensity of the force, the speed of the rhythm, are enough to convey a lot of information to the person inside the door.
And after these three slow knocks on the door, the voice of the person outside the door also sounded: "Is it Tonghui?"
Xu Tonghui opened the door.
There were two old men standing outside the door, and one of them was Mr. Miao from Juxing Tower.
"Miao Miao!" Xu Tonghui cupped his hands and bowed slightly, "These past few days, I have been thinking about when to go to Juxing Tower to ask for help from seniors. Miao Lao, this senior is..."
"Tong Hui, I'm here to visit today, and I want to introduce you again." The old man surnamed Miao said with a smile, "Miao Xinghe, this old man, my surname is Chang, and my first name is Zhenhe. Like Lao Chen, he is also the deputy gate of Sihaimen.
host."
"Miao Lao, Chang Lao, please, please come in!"
"Tonghui, what are you holding in your hand?" Miao Xinghe asked with a smile while walking in the courtyard.
"Oh, this..." Xu Tonghui realized that he still had the paper and pen in his hand.
Normally he would never be in such a trance!
It’s all the young master’s fault!
Xu Tonghui was muttering and slandering in his heart. He couldn't hide it at this time, so he threw up the paper and said, "I have nothing to do at home, so I just wrote a few sentences."
The distance is very close, and more importantly, the two old men are both of the same rank, and their eyesight is extremely sharp. It is naturally extremely normal to see the words on the paper clearly at such a close distance. It is strange to not be able to see clearly.
After seeing clearly what was written on the paper, one of the two old men clenched their fists unconsciously, and the other paused unconsciously.
No matter whether he moves his hands or feet, he is always confused.
Very chaotic!
"If the water is not thick enough, it will not be able to carry a large boat."
Isn’t this what is applicable to them and cultivators like them?
When condensing Qi goes smoothly with the wind and water, it feels like a heavy burden is on the body when it comes to unblocking the meridians, but when it comes to enlightenment, it is difficult to walk.
I finally broke through, took that step, and came to the ground level, only to find that I was already stuck in the mud, and most of my body was stuck in it.
Seriously, you can't retreat, you can't advance, you can't even struggle.
You don't sink in when you reach the ground level.
But it started to sink in as early as the time of condensation.
The Qi condensation sinks a little, the meridians open a little, the orifices open a lot, and then it reaches the ground level...
This is what they, the cultivators, are like.
This is their Kung Fu inheritance!
In the blink of an eye, the hearts of the two old men felt as if they had been beaten hard, and then fell apart into thousands of messes.
Miao Xinghe stopped laughing. His smile was so stiff that he looked like he was crying.
He had already been greatly shocked when he saw the storybook in the morning. But when he saw such words, he realized that the shock before... maybe, was nothing.
What kind of people can describe their situation so accurately in such a short sentence?
It's so good that it makes you sad and makes you want to cry.
The person is actually right in front of you.
But both Miao Xinghe and Chang Zhenhe found that they couldn’t understand it, they really couldn’t understand it!
I can’t understand it at all!
Xu Tonghui is a cultivator of the Tongmai Realm, and he has not been in the Tongmai Realm for a long time. This is extremely obvious.
It was impossible for the two old men to mistake this.
But how can a cultivator who has just entered the Tongmai realm have such an understanding?
It also includes many contents in the previous storybook.
"Brother Tonghui, are you the author who delivered the storybook to me in Juxing Tower?" Chang Zhenhe asked.
Not me!
It has nothing to do with me at all!
"Yes, it's me, that's me." Xu Tonghui nodded slightly and responded, "I have nothing to do, just write this for fun."
I have nothing to do, writing... just for fun?
Hearing this, Chang Zhenhe became so stiff that he almost tripped over.
And Miao Xinghe was not much better.
He seemed to want to speak before, but then he choked on his own saliva.
Fortunately, it was on the ground floor, so he didn't choke so much that his face turned red and his neck was thick, and he didn't choke so much that he felt like he was about to cough out his heart and lungs. He just coughed a few times in embarrassment to digest the discomfort, and then said, "Just out of curiosity."
” asked in a mocking manner:
"Tong Hui, what you are writing on the paper now...could it be the content at the back of the storybook?"