Chapter 24 Good guy

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 cushions 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. Enlightenment of the existence of the breath of heaven and earth, in other words, 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: "Practitioners with lower qualifications can only feel the vitality of heaven and earth in a small area around them when they first meet , and the projection on their souls is just a basin of water. Those with better qualifications, The range of the energy of heaven and earth that he can feel is wider, and the projection is just a small pond. If he can feel a stream or even a lake... then he will 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 knowing fate, 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 ever-flowing yellow river! This is the true genius! This is why he travels across the south with his Yellow River Sword Intent, and is now recognized 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. But what if you see a sea? Ning Que was silent for a long time. Although he hid many secrets, he never considered himself a genius, let alone a genius who was more perverted than the world-recognized genius. However, he was still a little... unwilling to accept it.

"Maybe this sounds a bit arrogant, some are not seminaled or ... narcissistic."

He chose the words carefully and said with a low head and said, "Is there any possible, I am really stronger than that Southern Sword Sheng, not to say that it is stronger ... but because I meditated for many years, so I stepped into the range of feelings when I first met. More? "

"What is wider than the Benyong River? I don't know, but it will definitely not be boundless sea, because these are completely two concepts."

The elderly Lu Qingchen looked at Ning Que, who looked down, and sighed gently, saying, "Child, do you know what the sea at the first time you know the sea? That represents the vitality of the world's world."

"No one can see everything in the whole world when he opens his eyes when he enters that new world, because this is impossible, even the legendary saint can't do it."

He patted his young man's slightly stiff shoulder again, smiling and comforting, "Although it is just a dream, it is also a good dream."

Ning Que left silently.

He had already been weaker about the practice. If it wasn't for the old people of Lu Qingchen's recent days, it made him have some extra thoughts. At this time, the mood would probably be much better. It is desperate at the beginning, and the hope at the beginning will not appear at all.

The little maid Sang Sang brought the hot water basin in front of him, twisted the towel, and then covered the towel with a fog towards the fog towards his tired face. He asked curiously: "Master, you go tonight What do you ask? "

Ning Que's voice came out of the hot towel, as if it was wet by the water mist, buzzing: "I will tell the old man I have a little secret, but since I told you that you are that you are Shouldn't you tell me that you have seen my little secret and then facing my talent, a talented talent? "

Sang Sang repeated this passage in his head, and then felt a little dizzy and quickly rubbed his eyebrows. She pulled off Ning's lack of towels and washed the water twice, twisted her waist and poured the water outside the car, and said, "Master, this time it seems that you have become more idiot."

It really looks like an idiot. Ning Que turned around, looking at the stars above the field across the window, subconsciously touched the cheeks under the palm, and touched the little freckles that could not be touched at all. Is the flying sword very amazing?

Sang Sang listened to his nonsense he couldn't understand, and couldn't help shaking his head.

Ning Que sat up and found out the dilapidated too much sensing chapter. He didn't open it, but stared silently at the black leather for a long time, as if to see what secrets were hidden inside.

"Take the washbasin." The voice he spoke was a lot calm.

Live the fire and get to the corner of the book. After a moment, this old yellow book began to burn. He opened his fingers easily and let this book accompany himself for many years. The faster.

Sang Sang looked at the scene in surprise.

Watching the book page curled black in the flame, and then made the fire tongue suddenly becoming a layered ash. Ning Queu's right hand beside the window was slightly tight, feeling that the heart became a bit empty, as if there was a kind of companionship accompany His friends for many years have no longer come back, and the dream as a teenager is like a bubble.

"Am I quite waste firewood?" He asked.

Sang Sang shook her head.

Ning Que said with a smile: "No one is better than my arrow method, no one is more fierce than my knife, and there are more people who do not kill me with me. I am not a waste wood. The firewood man, but you can't play juggling with a flying sword. If you have the opportunity to kill a few of him like a horse thief in the future, I will show you up. "

Sang Sang pursed his lips tightly and nodded with a smile.

This is not the self -consolation after self -violence, but Ning Que's firm cognition. The brave guards of Beishan Road almost defeated a big sword master, so why not? There are no real invincible people in this world, and those who are abroad are still people, so he can defeat them.

In that world, many people found that their ability is actually very poor. When they cannot fulfill their dreams, they will lose their pain and inferiority, and then many people will immerse themselves in this pain or success. Among the fantasies, kept yourself in the prisoner of the soul and constantly struggled to reply to the past.

I found that I couldn't write that I could not write the new four masterpieces that can be circulated by the mountains, and I put myself in the mountain village into the mountain village for thirty years to drink porridge every day.

Ning Que has never been such a person. If he can't be Cao Xueqin, he will be Jin Yong. He can't be the emperor and goes to call the calligraphy. He can't be a general as a college.

Those who walk to death on the road are not wrong. Although the people around them will suffer, they may even succeed in the end, but the people who are determined to immediately choose a new road may be more respectable.

The good guy of life makes him turn back than letting him go. In fact, he needs courage.