Ning Que carefully recalled the feelings in the dream and said: "In my dream, those continuous but regular breathings finally turned into some kind of substantial existence, and the warm drops gathered in
Together, it finally encompassed my body, but no matter how I touched or held it, I couldn't hold onto those things that seemed to be smoother than water. I could only watch them slipping away from my fingers.
.”
Lu Qingchen forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked in a deep voice: "How big was the range of your feelings in the dream? No, what should it be like? A basin of water? A stream? Or a small pond?"
Ning Que raised his head and replied in a daze: "It seems... like a sea."
Lu Qingchen's body froze slightly, and then he fell back on the soft cushion slumped. After a long silence, he laughed to himself. His smile looked a little tired, and he murmured: "Yeah, how is that possible?"
Ning Que had roughly guessed from his expression that things were not as he imagined, but he still refused to give up and asked: "Mr. Lu, is this the first state you mentioned? Is what I feel the breath of heaven and earth?"
Old man Lu Qingchen patted him on the shoulder to express comfort, and said with a slight voice: "The first state is the first acquaintance. I told you a few days ago that this means that the practitioner's thoughts are released from the sea of qi and the snow mountains, and he begins to understand.
To realize the existence of the breath of heaven and earth, in other words, this is the first moment when ordinary people open their eyes and see this new world."
"The world he sees at first sight determines the future future of this practitioner, because what he sees and feels in his heart is the projection of the vitality of heaven, earth, nature and all things on his mind, and the purer the thoughts this practitioner obtains from meditation, the better
The stronger and tighter the net, the greater the range of vitality felt.”
The old man looked at Ning Que quietly and said: "When practitioners with lower qualifications first meet, they can only feel the vitality of heaven and earth in a small area around them, and the projection on their souls is just a basin of water. Those with better qualifications can only feel the vitality of heaven and earth in a small area around them.
The range of the energy of heaven and earth he feels is wider, and the projection is just a small pond. If he can feel a stream or even a lake... then he will definitely become a great practitioner respected in the world in the future."
Ning Que frowned and wanted to say something, but was stopped by the old man.
The old man continued: "There are very few people in the world who are at the top of the realm of destiny knowledge, and among them, the qualifications of the sword master Liu Bai of the Southern Jin Dynasty are the most amazing. This sword master entered the first realm when he was less than six years old. As soon as he entered the first realm, he saw a
The endless flowing yellow river! This is the real genius! This is why he traverses the south with his Yellow River Sword Intention, and is now recommended by practitioners in the world as the person most likely to break through the Five Realms!"
If you see a Yellow River, you are the most powerful practitioner in the world. What about seeing a sea? Ning Que was silent for a long time. Although he hid many secrets, he never thought that he was a genius, let alone such a
A genius who is more perverted than the geniuses recognized by the world, but he is still a bit...unwilling.
"Maybe this sounds a little arrogant, a little unmeasured or... narcissistic."
He chose the words carefully, lowered his head and said slowly: "Is it possible that I am really stronger than the Southern Jin Sword Master? It's not that I am stronger... It's just because I have meditated for many years, so I have stepped into the range of feelings when I first met.
Bigger?”
"What is wider than a surging river? I don't know, but it certainly won't be the boundless sea, because these are two completely different concepts."
The old man Lu Qingchen looked at Ning Que who had his head lowered, sighed softly, and said, "My child, do you know what the sea represents when we first met? It represents the vitality of the world."
"No one can see everything in the whole world the first moment they open their eyes when entering that new world, because this is impossible, not even the legendary saints can do it."
He patted the boy's slightly stiff shoulder again, smiled and comforted him and said, "Although it's just a dream, it's also a good dream."
Ning Que left silently.
He was already indifferent to the practice. If it weren't for the reminders given by the old man Lu Qingchen in recent days, which gave him some unnecessary thoughts, he would probably be in a much better mood at this time. As the saying goes, if there is no hope, there is no need to be disappointed. If one
If you despair from the beginning, the hope you had at the beginning will never appear.
The little maid Sang Sang brought the hot water basin in front of him, quickly twisted up the towel, then covered his tired face with the slightly hot and misty towel, and asked curiously: "Master, are you going tonight?"
What did you ask?"
Ning Que's voice came out from under the hot towel, as if it had become much moistened by the water mist, and it was humming low: "I'm going to tell Old Man Lu that I have a little secret that I won't tell you, but since I have told you, then you
Shouldn't you tell me that you have figured out my little secret and then throw yourself at me, a talented spiritual genius?"
Sang Sang repeated these words in her mind without stopping, and then she felt a little dizzy and quickly rubbed her eyebrows. She took off the towel on Ning Que's face and washed it twice in the water, twisted her waist and poured the water on him.
Outside the car, he said: "Master, it seems that you have become more of an idiot this time."
He really looked like an idiot. Ning Que turned around and looked at the stars above the fields through the car window. He subconsciously touched his cheeks with his palms to touch those little freckles that couldn't be touched at all. He muttered in a low voice: "I know how to play."
Is the flying sword amazing? I know how to play Xuanyuan Sword. Can you guys do it?"
Sangsang couldn't help but shook her head when she heard him talking nonsense again that she didn't understand.
Ning Que sat up and took out the shabby book of Taishang Sensing Chapter. He did not open it, but just stared at the cover in silence for a long time, as if he wanted to see what secrets were hidden inside.
"Bring over the washbasin." His voice had become much calmer.
He lit the fire and brought it to a corner of the book. After a while, the yellow old book began to burn. He gently released his fingers and let the Taishang Induction Chapter, which had been with him for many years, fall into the brass basin, burning more and more.
The faster.
Sangsang watched this scene in surprise.
Seeing the pages of the book curling and turning black in the flames, then suddenly flicking out tongues of flame, and finally turning into layers of ashes, Ning Que's right hand holding on to the car window tightened slightly, and he felt that his heart became a little empty, as if he had a kind of companionship.
My long-time friend just left and never came back, and it was like a boy's dream bursting like a bubble without a trace.
"Am I a loser?" he asked.
Sangsang shook his head.
Ning Que smiled and said: "No one can shoot better than me, no one can kill more people than me, and no one can kill more people than me. I am not a loser, I am Shu Bihu."
I'm a woodcutter, but he can't juggle with flying swords. If I have a chance in the future, I'll kill a few of them like a horse thief... I'll show you what a great cultivator he is."
Sangsang pursed her lips tightly, smiled and nodded.
This is not self-consolation after giving up, but Ning Que's firm understanding. Those brave guards at Beishan Pass almost defeated a great swordsman, so why can't he? There is no truly invincible person in this world.
Waigao Ren is still a human being, so he can defeat them.
In that world, in this world, there are many people who find that their abilities are actually very poor and they are unable to fulfill their dreams. They will feel lost, suffer, have low self-esteem and even become autistic. Then many people will be immersed in this pain or success.
In the fantasy, he locked himself in the prison of his soul and kept struggling in the hope of returning to the past.
When he found that he could not write the Four New Classics, Dream of the Brothel, which could be hidden in the mountains and passed down through the ages, he imprisoned himself in a mountain village for thirty years. He drank some porridge every day, wore his hair down and used his left hand as a red sleeve. When he thought about it, he thought he was Cao Xueqin?
Ning Que has never been such a person. If he can't be Cao Xueqin, he will be Jin Yong. If he can't be emperor, he will be a calligrapher. If he can't be a general, he will be a great scholar. If he can't be a practitioner, so what?
People who go all the way to death on one road are not wrong. Although the people around them will suffer, they may even succeed in the end, but people who have the will and determination to choose a new road immediately may be more worthy of respect.
Life is such a good guy, it actually takes more courage to turn around than to keep walking.