At the moment of life and death, you can look at Sangsang, but you cannot look at Sangsang.
Ning Que sat by the window with his jaw propped up and looked at the little girl in a daze, wondering if he really had to go to the front shop to get close to the pen, ink, paper and inkstone one by one before he could decide on his destiny? But the pen he used to use was a brush, not a judge pen, and the ink was pine ink.
It’s not a stone mill, but the inkstone is clay inkstone and paper is bud paper. How can it be used as a weapon? Furthermore, these are the affairs of scholars. It always feels a little inappropriate to let pens, ink, paper and inkstones fly all over the sky to fight with practitioners.
While thinking about these difficult questions, he was holding something in his hand and kept fiddling with it - there is too much money in Laobi Zhai now, and Sangsang has done this before, and now most of it has been exchanged for silver notes.
Of course, silver notes don’t have the same feel as silver ingots, so he kept a brand-new snowflake silver and played with it every day - snowflake silver is slightly cool and smooth, and has an excellent hand feel. For a poor young man who suddenly got rich, it is better than those peach stones.
Stone balls are countless times more comfortable.
In the following time, Ning Que continued to maintain his clear and kind heart, constantly trying to find the natal object that matched his telepathy. During this period, he successfully made the candle flicker and extinguish, and also made the picture on the wardrobe go out.
The paper flew up, but I still couldn't find the right partner. This situation lasted until late at night.
The chirping of cicadas evokes the feeling of summer, and the candle as dim as a bean on the table is constantly releasing endless heat. The master and servant, wearing thin singlets, sit at the table and stare at each other.
No words were spoken for a long time.
Sangsang put her head on her arms and leaned on the edge of the table with her willow-leaf eyes open, staring at the slowly moving silver ingot on the table that reflected the candlelight uneasily. She said in a firm and unquestionable tone: "Young Master, although this piece of silver is indeed right.
Your telepathic reaction is very strong, but I still firmly oppose it. What if you throw it out during a fight and can't get it back? One ingot of silver is twenty taels, and after a few years of fighting, all our family property will be lost."
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The next day, Ning Que went to the academy and stayed there until late at night. He waited for the bookshelf to move slightly and Chen Pipi came out. He jumped up from the ground and wrote about his feelings in Lin 47 Lane
He talked about the experience, and then asked a question that seemed very important to him: "Why can't I still remember the content of these books?"
"Didn't Senior Sister Yu tell you? All the texts in the old and Chinese cultivation books were written in ink by the great practitioners of the previous generation. Every ink character on the book is the supreme quality of the Talisman Master. Only by entering the Cave Xuan
Only when you are in a high-level realm can you see through the true meaning hidden in it. You are still far, far away from that realm now."
Ning Que remembered the reminder that the female professor had given him and Xie Chengyun that day, scratched his head and sighed. Suddenly he thought of something, looked at Chen Pipi and asked in surprise: "Then you... are the upper level of Dongxuan?"
"No." Chen Pipi's answer was very calm, and there was no look of shame on his face.
Ning Que now understood the temperament of this peer very well. Precisely because of his calm expression, he guessed that his true realm should still be above the top level of Dongxuan. He couldn't help being shocked, thinking that Mr. Lu Qingchen would not be able to survive until he was old and frail.
At that time, he only stepped into the realm of Dongxuan. The fat young man in front of him had already surpassed Dongxuan and entered Zhiming!
"So young...you...are really a genius." He looked at Chen Pipi's big round face and sighed with emotion: "Although no matter how I look at it, you don't look like a genius, let alone a great practitioner who knows his destiny.
By."
Chen Pipi didn't know how to respond, thinking to herself, are you worshiping or mocking yourself?
Knowing that this guy was actually a great cultivator in the realm of knowing destiny, Ning Que was in awe. He always felt that he was talking to an old man with an immortal spirit and a white beard. He said with a respectful attitude: "I said...Brother Genius,
Since you are such a genius, you must be able to solve my dyslexia, so please give me more advice."
His voice is gentle and sweet, and his flattery is strong but not hidden. It seems that Chen Pipi really likes this. After smiling proudly, he said: "A word needs to be viewed as a whole, because a word is a world and has its own soul."
, using Yong Zi Ba method to deconstruct it like you can avoid being hurt by the meaning of the pen, but you can only see some fragments of this world, and naturally cannot be stored in the spiritual world. If it is an ordinary person, he has not reached the high-level realm of Dongxuan.
You can’t even hope to understand these books, but according to this genius, it is really possible for you to find some side roads, and this road will still fall into your set of eternal eight-character methods.”
Ning Que moved towards him, pretending to be listening attentively.
"You are good at calligraphy and use the eight methods of Yongzi to deconstruct these words into strokes. You can try to remember the order and number of strokes unintentionally, and then leave behind the old ones and recombine them in your consciousness using the method of writing. In this way, the words will still be the same words.
, but it has been stripped of the thoughts given to the structure by the Talisman Master who copied the books."
Ning Que was thoughtful.
Chen Pipi reminded: "I am just proposing a possibility. Whether it can succeed or not requires you to make countless attempts. The final result may or may not work."
"There is a way to try, it is better than no way at all." Ning Que suddenly thought of the attempt he made last night according to the method taught by Chen Pipi. He stood up excitedly, took out the flint and lit a prepared candle, and then put
He put the candle on the table by the west window and then moved it back to its original place, saying, "Look at the results of my practice."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two index fingers of his right hand were combined into a sword, and he swung his arm gracefully to stab the candle on the table. His mind power seeped out of his body and controlled the vitality of heaven and earth to disappear invisibly with his fingertips.
There was no thunderous sound, and there was no great movement of heaven and earth. The dim candle on the table swayed gently for a few times and then quickly returned to calm, as if it was only blown by a few strands of summer wind leaking in through the cracks in the west window.
Click.
Chen Pipi frowned, remained silent for a moment, shook his head and said, "Weak."
After a night of hard training and sensing everything in the courtyard, I finally developed this ability, but in exchange I only got a weak word from my companion. Although I knew that the other party was a genius in spiritual practice, my current state was like a table in the eyes of the other party.
It was as dim as a candle and he didn't bother to look at it, but Ning Que was still a little unhappy. He took out a piece of snowflake silver, slapped it on the floor in front of the two of them, and said with great annoyance: "You should take a look at this first before you make an evaluation."
After a while, Chen Pipi stared at the slowly trembling silver ingot on the floor with his eyes wide open, and said in disbelief: "This feels good... How greedy are you for money? How much do you like silver?"
Ning Que forcibly suppressed his pride, rubbed his eyebrows that were dull due to the excessive output of his telekinesis, and said in a calm and nonchalant tone as much as possible: "I'm not greedy for money. Brother Yinzi knows that I pity them."
"In other words, these money know that you are stingy and reluctant to spend it, so they respond happily to your perception? You are not only weak, you are simply weak!"
Chen Pipi looked at him mockingly and said: "If you want to cultivate the silver ingot into your own destiny, that's up to you. Although I haven't seen any cultivator do this before, I must remind you that you have already taken care of yourself.
I have exerted all my strength, but this silver ingot can only struggle twice like the white maggot did before it died, so of what use can it be?"
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It was another wasted time in the middle of the night. Chen Pipi returned from Jiu to the back mountain and stepped on the stone path shrouded in mist. Thinking that he had wasted precious practice time on that guy, he couldn't help but sigh.
The night fog suddenly dispersed in front of the stone path, and a tall figure suddenly appeared. Although the night was deep and the vision was extremely dark, you could still clearly see that the man's black hair was combed extremely neatly, and the gold-woven satin around his waist was
The belt is not even an inch up, and the rather ancient hat on her head is as motionless as the eaves of a palace.
"Why have you been going to the library every night these past few days? Which book in that building can't you remember and you had to miss the night to read it? Don't tell me, what ancient Zhou ritual books are you looking for?"
Chen Pipi looked at his second senior brother, whom he respected the most, bowed with a grimace, and reported truthfully: "Senior brother, I went there because I met a friend in the front yard, so I went to talk to him."
"Well..." The second senior brother chuckled lightly and said with appreciation: "Gentlemen's friendship depends on sincerity, regardless of status, rich or poor. Although we are classmates in the front yard, we are still classmates. You can overcome the habit of sleeping and eating delicious food to accompany you. You deserve a reward.
It’s just that you should remember the rules of the academy. It’s best not to say nonsense if there are some things you shouldn’t say.”
"How can that be possible!" Chen Pipi raised her neck and shouted Bao Tianqu, "You don't know how brave I am, Junior Second Senior Brother? How could I dare to tell the truth to my classmates in the front yard, that is, just talk about some math subjects.
"
Listening to the four-character mathematics question, the second senior brother with a serious face suddenly remembered the question that Chen Pipi brought back to the back mountain one day, and thought about the pain of meditating and calculating in the room day and night without telling the junior brothers and sisters.
As time went by, his eyebrows trembled for a few rare moments, and he said in a hoarse voice: "It turns out to be that guy."
Because he didn't want to recall that painful time, let alone the number of answers that he couldn't write down even though he had piled up papers all over the room, the second senior brother's face darkened and he turned around and went to Shiping.
However, Chen Pipi thought of something and quickened his pace to catch up. Pidianpidian followed the second senior brother's heels and said breathlessly: "Second senior brother, there is something I want to ask you."
"What's up?"
"There is a guy with extremely poor cultivation potential. Only ten of the seven orifices in Qihai Snow Mountain have been opened. Fourteen days ago he was barely able to sense the breath of heaven and earth and enter the realm of first awareness. But now he is inexplicably able to sense foreign objects.
, and even one foot has stepped into Buhuo, is this... considered a genius?"
The second senior brother suddenly stopped and turned around to look at Chen Pipi coldly. Guessing that he was talking about the young classmate in the front yard, he frowned for a moment and replied with a very firm tone: "This... of course is not a genius."
"Why?"
"It takes fourteen days to go from first acquaintance to perception and then to non-confusion... It is impossible for such a genius to exist in the world. This kind of person can only be a monster, because it took this genius fifteen days to complete these processes."
When the second senior brother said these words, there was no pride or pride on his face, but the hidden meaning in his words was that he was extremely proud and confident. It took him fifteen days to break through three levels in a row, so it would be impossible in this world.
Someone accomplished the same thing in less than fifteen days.
Chen Pipi looked at his second senior brother's undisturbed black hair, and the reverence and admiration in his heart could not be greater. He thought that after taking the Tongtian Pill, it would take him seventeen days to break through the three levels in a row. The second senior brother was in Linquan back then.
It only took fifteen days to achieve enlightenment in a rural place like Zhen, where there was neither a master nor a Taoist school. It was indeed more vigorous than a peerless spiritual genius like myself. He admired and asked curiously: "What about Senior Brother?"
"Senior brother... that's also a monster." The second senior brother didn't know what the old pain was. He stretched his hands to his head and straightened the slightly crooked ancient hat. He said solemnly: "Senior brother, I was thirteen back then.
He became enlightened at the age of 18, and then spent seventeen years in a daze at the back of the academy before he understood the meaning of not being confused."
"Do you have to be thirty years old to enter Buhuo?" Chen Pipi said in disbelief: "Elder brother, this is too..."
The second senior brother looked back at him and said with ridicule and disdain: "Too what? Too stupid? Senior brother, he was not confused in his thirties, but it only took him three months to realize Dongxuan. Of course, by that time, I was already a top grade Dongxuan.
Already."
After saying these words, he was silent for a long time, then he raised his head and looked at the night fog between the mountain paths and sighed longly, saying: "That day, senior brother, he realized the secrets of the cave in the early morning, and in the evening he watched the dusk clouds and knew his fate.
"I have surpassed the most exquisite two realms in one night. Master praised it at that time. He heard the Tao in the morning and entered the Tao in the evening. I can't do it."
In the mist at night on the mountain path, the words faded away. The second senior brother of the academy and Chen Pipi, who claimed to be geniuses and were indeed geniuses themselves, recalled the scene of the scholar showing his face under the dusk clouds, and were silent for a long time.
The road to spiritual practice in the world is long and long, and the higher you climb, the more difficult it becomes. Many practitioners who were regarded as geniuses when they were young can first understand and perceive when they are five or six years old, and have entered the realm of non-confusion and even cave mysticism at the age of sixteen or seventeen.
However, once entering the cave, it is like falling into a quagmire, and it will be difficult to make any progress for decades.
But for someone like the senior brother of the academy, he has only been able to advance without confusion after thirty years. His cultivation aptitude is really not that of a genius, and he even seems a bit dull. However, he can understand the cave in three months. The most terrifying thing is that he can enter the cave in one day.
But knowing the destiny, this kind of encounter is really unbelievable. Looking at the entire world of cultivation, I'm afraid I won't be able to find anyone else like him.
After a long time, the second senior brother looked at Chen Pipi and said calmly: "Senior brother is gentle and kind, and he is a true gentleman. He has accumulated a lot, and once he has enlightened him, his accumulation is beyond the reach of you and me."
Chen Pipi nodded repeatedly. He was in awe of the second senior brother's strictness and solemnity, but they were both very proud and had the same temperament, so they knew some stories about the second senior brother back then. Tonight was the first time he knew that the gentle and generous person he usually treated
, I was treating my husband respectfully, wearing an old robe and holding a water ladle from an old book series. He looked more like the senior brother who was a handyman in the academy. He turned out to be such a strange person. I couldn't help but nervously began to recall and reflect on myself. What happened to the senior brother before he traveled to China with his husband.
During those two years, had I ever shamelessly shivered in front of my senior brother?