The six branches of mind moved forward in the void, intertwined and entangled from time to time, and various strange shapes were woven into shape. After being combined and nested with each other, the entire structure became larger and more complex.
There are three branches of intention moving forward in parallel. The two branches on the left and right suddenly wind around each other to form a spiral. The middle one penetrates into another small structure. Its direction is slightly deviated and extends forward. After extending for a period of time, it suddenly swings and swings.
The branch leaned to the side, and then the small structure suddenly collapsed, causing nearby structures to collapse, and the cycle continued layer by layer. In an instant, the entire artistic conception disappeared.
This is already my fifth attempt, and it still failed.
There are only six weaving routes planned this time, five of them have been confirmed to have failed, and only the last one is left.
During the previous five experiments, Wu Maxi was always on tenterhooks, fearing that he would go crazy, but God bless, this did not happen.
Wuma Xi took a sip of water, calmed down her mind, and re-read the plan she had made to make sure it was absolutely perfect before she finally started weaving.
The front knitting was very smooth and everything went as planned. Although there were a few pulls that could not be solved, it did not affect the overall artistic conception.
The Yi Zhi entered the weaving area, deflected at an angle of thirty-two degrees, drew an arc in the air, and moved forward quickly. After advancing for a certain distance, the Yi Zhi vibrated, suddenly swinging into a straight line, and returned to the predetermined position.
Success, perfect weaving, no deviation at all.
Wu Maxi forced himself to calm down and devoted himself to weaving the structures one by one.
After a while, the entire artistic conception had been woven, and the familiar void of consciousness appeared in front of him again. Seeing the spiritual energy spots in front of him begin to flash, Wu Maxi felt an unprecedented joy and relaxation, and then with a thought, the entire cultivation artistic conception was dispersed.
Already.
This time the plan was perfect, there were no surprises, and the weaving was completed flawlessly.
Wu Maxi sat down, rested for a while, re-read the drawings several times, then took the Qing Dan and Yu Lu Dan and began to practice formally.
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Mr. Ma stood in front of the silver mirror, arranging his clothes in front of it.
He was seriously injured that night, but thanks to the skill of the old doctor and the use of a lot of good medicine, his health quickly improved. Today, he is almost healed, but he is still a little weak. However,
After recuperating for so many days, the restless soul in the body really walked towards the small building where Luqiu was raised with a face full of wind.
What a coincidence, isn't this Mr. Huangfu You?
There is an unwritten rule in Xiqu City that you cannot gamble money in its own casino. Ma Erye chose the Fanfan Tower under the Ross Emperor, while Huangfu You chose the Jubao Tower under the Red Zun, so the two never met in the casino.
Chance.
But these two people are born with a destiny that cannot be stopped. They can always meet each other when walking on the street.
At this time, the two of them were on their own side, looking at each other coldly, with a mocking smile on their lips. The two of them were a little wary of each other, so they took a detour and left. After a while, they were back to back. Mr. Ma leisurely chanted: "Nancheng Gambling
The customer slapped the table angrily, and it turned out he was an old farmer." Poetry is Ma Erye's strength and cannot be used without it.
However, Huangfu had been fighting with Mr. Ma for many years and had already developed a wealth of coping methods. He raised his voice and said: "I'm so sore. I'm just like a bad scholar. No wonder I'll get vomited blood and be seriously injured just playing with a girl."
Second Master Ma's breath was stuck in his throat and he couldn't get up for a long time. When he came to his senses and looked back, Huangfu had already walked away. Second Master Ma's breath was stuck in his heart, and he was really depressed.
The news that he was seriously injured on his wedding night has become the laughing stock of Xiqu City. It has spread beyond recognition through word of mouth. There are all kinds of outrageous theories. But does anyone know that the reason why his second master Ma was injured was because he was injured by his master?
The high-level spirit beast Rune Leopard was attacked by surprise.
And these bastards...
Second Master Ma looked at the followers in front of him and became extremely angry.
These bastards actually told him that the body of the rune-patterned leopard ran away on its own. Cao, do you think I am a fool? It was obvious that these bastards did not do their job well and allowed the rune-patterned leopard to escape, and then they made up such a ridiculous story
Lie to deceive yourself.
Mr. Ma Er was angry and walked quickly with his head down. He always felt that the people around him were pointing fingers at him. Mr. Ma was unscrupulous in doing things and had always been the target of criticism, but this time, he was truly embarrassed.
ah.
Not long after, they arrived at Yang Luqiu's yard. She went upstairs with a dark face and said nothing. The maid came up to take off his shoes, but he kicked her aside and sat down at the table angrily.
Yang Luqiu was sitting alone in front of the window, with a hint of sadness between her eyebrows. She was startled when she saw Mr. Ma coming up in a hurry. Although he had known that Mr. Ma was a rude person at heart, his rudeness rarely showed up in his eyes.
Revealed in front of oneself.
She sighed inaudibly, and Pingping walked over, holding the pot in her bare hands, and gently poured a cup of tea for Mr. Ma.
Ma Erye fucked her off in one go, damn, it was so hot.
The fire and heat made him feel that his chest was extremely hot. He opened his collar a little and caught a glimpse of the folding fan on the table. He picked it up casually, opened the fan and fanned it a few times. Suddenly he found something.
Why don't men bring Wu hooks and fuck fifty girls on the bed?
——Second Master Ma Xingfeng
With such domineering verses and such arrogant calligraphy, whose work could it be other than Mr. Ma Erye?
Mr. Ma has been good at remembering things since he was a child. Looking at this folding fan now, the past events are vivid in his mind.
Three months ago, Mr. Ma Erye read the two sentences "Why don't men take Wu hooks and collect the fifty states in Guanshan"? He felt that although there was more than enough heroism, there was not enough tenderness, so he decided to revise it.
The five words "Fifty girls in bed" were quickly determined, but the first two words were still undecided.
Mr. Ma wanted to find a flower name, but it should be nice, colorful but not vulgar, soft but not weak. It would be best if it was a little boring. After thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't decide and was very distressed.
Yu Chengdu next to him recommended: "Why don't you use 'she dry'?"
Mr. Ma shook his head and said: "No, although it tastes good, it is too rude and straightforward."
Yu Cheng said alone: "Second Master, in fact, this 'she-stem' is a kind of flower." Then he held out a "Compendium of Materia Medica" and pointed it to Mr. Ma, "Look, how beautiful it is. It is not only a kind of flower, but also a medicine.
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When Ma Erye saw that it was indeed the case, he said: "Good!" He immediately wrote this fan with a splash of ink and gave it to Yu Chengdu.
As he was writing, Mr. Ma asked: "Does this 'she dry' nourish the kidneys?"
Yu Cheng said alone: "Build, big!"
Mr. Ma Erye has always been very resourceful. When he saw this folding fan appearing here, he immediately guessed the story behind it. He was originally waiting for Yu Cheng to find a "she Gan" to make up for him. Unexpectedly,
What was waiting for him was such a cuckold. No wonder he didn't come to greet me very often these days.
Mr. Ma Er kept staring at the folding fan, with a look on his face. Yang Luqiu saw that he was motionless and didn't bother to pay attention to him. She walked to the window alone and stared at the ridge in the distance. The curve was vague, even though
The heroic ups and downs were also hidden by the haziness.
"You and him really look alike." She sighed slightly.
Second Master Ma looked at it for a long time, then came to his senses, with a ferocious face, he suddenly stood up, rushed to the window, grabbed Yang Luqiu's hair, pulled her over, slapped her across the face several times, and slapped her all over the face.
While scolding: "Bitch, bitch, you really came from a brothel..." Each word became more vicious than the last.
Yang Luqiu was a little panicked at first and covered it with her hands. After a few blows, she suddenly started to sneer and stopped covering her eyes. She stared straight at Mr. Ma with some tears in her eyes, but refused to shed them.
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Being stared at by her, Mr. Ma Er gradually felt weak in his heart and his hands began to weaken. He became less and less powerful in beating him. He gritted his teeth and kicked Yang Luqiu out. His forehead hit the corner of the desk, and blood suddenly flowed out.
Note.
Yang Luqiu sat leaning on the desk, with blood all over her face. She didn't wipe it away, letting it flow downwards. She just looked at Mr. Ma coldly, with a sneer on her lips. She had never looked down on him.
Lord, I never expected that I would be beaten like this when I was newly married.
Originally, he was neither a famous lady nor a small jade. He just bought it from a kiln. Even if he was beaten to death, what would happen?
Ma Erye felt a little guilty when she saw him, and suddenly he felt angry. He looked at her as if it was his fault. He pointed at her and cursed: "Bitch..., I will send you back tomorrow."
Go to the brothel and make the lowest seji." Mr. Ma's fingers trembled and his voice trembled as well. He picked up the folding fan, turned around and went downstairs.
As soon as the door was closed, Yang Luqiu's tears immediately fell down, but she quickly wiped them away with her hands, raised her head, gritted her teeth, and her cheekbones looked so stubborn. The maid came over to treat her wounds.
, her eyes were unblinking.
She didn't know how long she sat there, but she took the maid out of the door, and she just sat there alone.
A piece of white silk hung down from the beam. She looked at it quietly, her eyes becoming calmer and calmer. She stood up and walked towards the white silk, stroking it gently with her hand.
The light outside the window has begun to dim, evening has arrived, and what will follow is endless night.
A faint sound of flute came from an unknown place.
What a familiar voice, for so many years, it always sounds outside my window at this dusk time.
Yang Luqiu couldn't help but her shoulders trembled as she chewed the sound, and burst into tears.
…
Ma Erye took seven or eight people and went straight to Yu Chengdu's small building.
Yu Cheng's day and night of gambling had just ended. Less than ten minutes after he lay down, he was woken up by the banging of the door. He gritted his teeth and went to open the door. As soon as the door opened, he saw Mr. Ma's posture and fell asleep instantly.
Gone.
Ma Erye kicked Yu Cheng in the chest and directly kicked Yu Cheng into the house. Seven or eight followers behind him immediately rushed to him and restrained Yu Cheng in an instant.
Yu Chengdu didn't understand the situation at first and didn't dare to resist. When he wanted to resist, a seal had already been put around his neck, so he had to call out to Qu Lai and said: "Second Master, what's wrong with you? I'm totally confused."
What mistake did you make?"
Ma Erye flashed his folding fan in front of Yu Chengdu and said, "Do you know this?"
Yu Chengdu nodded and said: "We know each other, but how come..."
Second Master Ma kicked him down again, "Why the hell do you ask even though I know you?"
Yu Cheng rolled around on the ground twice, then knelt down again and continued to cry out, "But, I really don't know what's going on!"
The entourage brought over a chair, and Mr. Ma sat down, pointed at Yu Cheng and cursed: "You are fucking insulting my IQ." Then he turned to the person next to him and said, "Ge Fang,
kill."
Ge Fang was stunned for a moment and looked at his colleagues. They all looked ignorant.
When Yu Cheng heard the word "kill", his voice suddenly raised an octave, and he shouted: "Second Master, spare your life, I really don't know!"
Second Master Ma repeated: "Kill."
Ge Fang obeyed the order and moved forward. Yu Chengdu was so frightened that he suddenly doubled his speech speed and said: "In ancient times, there was a poem written in seven steps. You can't kill me like this, Second Master."
Mr. Ma was stunned for a moment and made eye contact with his followers.
Yu Cheng continued quickly and said: "The ancients would not kill anyone who composed a poem within seven steps. You have to give me a chance, Second Master."
This is his last resort. Based on his understanding of Mr. Ma, this man is really stunned to a certain extent. I am afraid that begging for mercy will not work. Only by bringing up ancient people and poems can he have a chance of winning.
Second Master Ma snorted coldly and said: "A poem can be written in seven steps. That's what the ancients did. I'm sorry you don't have the ability. Second Master, I'll give you a little more grace. It's six steps. If you can't do it, you'll die."
What the hell is this grace called?
But Yu Chengdu did not dare to defend himself and quickly kowtowed and thanked him.
Mr. Ma Er said: "Start."
Yu Chengdu opened his mouth and came over, saying: "The white sun is close to the mountains, and the ends of the world are as close as the neighboring ones. The solitary smoke in the desert kills the sun god." (Note 1)
It was a very strange poem. Ma Erye didn't know how to judge it. He turned to a celestial figure next to him and asked: "How is it?"
The Tianxiang said: "I haven't seen the first three sentences before, so they should be his original works, but the last sentence is clearly a famous poet's inseparable work, and he plagiarized it."
Ma Erye said: "Fool me, kill me!"
Note 1: This poem is a hodgepodge. The first line is from Wang Zhihuan's "Ascend the Stork Tower", the second line is from Wang Bo's "Send Off Du Shaofu to Shuzhou", the third line is from Wang Wei's "Envoy to the Fortress", Chapter 1
Four sentences from "Selected Poems of Lai Bu Shi".dd