Chapter 116 The Most Beautiful Voice in the World

There is a truth like nonsense in the world: having is having, not having is not. In the secular world, the standard for whether there is or not is simple: what can be seen is like a mountain, what can be heard is like sound, and what can be seen is like fire, but if you can't see it, you can't hear it, but if you can't hear it, If you can't reach it, you can't reach it, so naturally there is nothing.

This standard does not apply to the world of practice. Those breathing or vital energy that permeates the heaven and earth, those thought power that triggers vital energy vibration through the light sound of the Qi sea and snow mountains cannot be perceived by ordinary people, they cannot see or hear or If you cannot reach the breath of heaven and earth and the practitioner's mind power, it does not mean that such things do not exist.

The first realm is also called the first consciousness, which refers to the practitioner's thoughts release from the sea of ​​Qi and snow mountains, and understand the existence of the breath of heaven and earth. Perception means that after the practitioner first knows the breath of heaven and earth, he can still live in harmony with it, and even have some sensory communication and contact. These two initial realms are collectively called virtual realms.

Whether an ordinary person can embark on the path of cultivation can make the simplest judgment through the above discussion: If he can see or hear or touch the breath or thought of heaven and earth, then he is really standing on the road Now.

Ning Que stared at his slightly trembling fingers, the thin gap between his fingertips and the wet towel, and the steaming hot air, and knew that he was not feeling these hot air, but something else. .

This kind of feeling is not accurately described by touch, but more like a perception.

There is spirit in the human brain. Spirit produces thoughts. Thoughts are thoughts, and thought power is thoughts and thoughts are thoughts and I want to be with you... Some mysterious power produced similarly, that is, the power of thoughts .

Ning Que's serious injury was not healed at this time, exhausted and empty, and his mind was clear and clear, and there was no distractions, only one thought. He wanted to pick up the steaming wet towel and wipe his body well.

It seems that the breath that was circulating between heaven and earth finally understood his thoughts this time, felt the power of his thoughts, and permeated from the eaves, from the cracks in the windows, from the quilts, from every drop of sweat, so as to be more The "speed" in the range of speed gathered in front of his fingers and fell on the wet and hot towel.

The room was silent like a dead silence. Ning Que looked at his fingers like the famous flower-in-law girl in Yuelun Kingdom, dared not breathe or blink, and used all his strength to ensure that the trembling fingers did not tremble into the afterimage. Keep this posture with unprecedented caution, like a frozen quail.

After a long time, he raised his eyebrows extremely slowly, leaned his head slightly like slow motion, looked at his fingertips in surprise, then slowly closed his eyes, forcibly suppressing the excitement in his heart, and began to meditation.

Many years ago, I got the Supreme Induction Chapter at Kaiping Market. Since then, Ning Que meditated all the time. Before going to bed, he meditated while watching Chaoyang meditate in a daze after getting up. After betting, he won three bowls of rice wine and was happy. Meditation, after jumping into the mobi Lake, I was meditating. Although I was sadly never able to sense the vitality flowing between heaven and earth, my proficiency in entering the state of meditation is definitely the best in the world.

All thoughts are empty.

Stick to your original heart.

Run by Yi.

After sixteen years of coming to this world, Ning Que, who had been in the body of Qi, Sea, Snow Mountain, and had been destroyed countless times, finally heard or felt the long and peaceful breath for the first time, which was the breath of heaven and earth.

He dared to swear by the reputation of the general's mansion who loved his mother the most. Although this long and calm breathing sound was slight, it was definitely the most wonderful sound he had ever heard. It was more wonderful than the sound of the horse thief falling from the mount of the Sobi Lake, and it was more beautiful than Zhang Yiqi's glaring The sound of struggling and bounced with eyes is even more wonderful, even more wonderful than the sound of silver striking in the pocket.

In the long and peaceful breathing, there are green leaves stretching, beautiful flowers blooming, hundreds of birds singing, towering mountains, flowing water, oranges falling in the head of the state, hundreds of boats competing for rushing, and the thick and vast land, There is a quiet and far away heaven.

Ning Que didn't know what words to use to describe the beauty of the breathing of heaven and earth. After thinking about it, only the faint breathing sound I heard back then could be compared with - that year, I was picked up in the pile of dead bodies next to the road and was covered in purple and blue all over my body. The little Sangsang, he took off his clothes and hugged the little baby girl in his arms for the whole day and night, finally heard the faint breath.

At this moment, he finally vaguely remembered the sounds he heard when he was unconscious in the long street, and understood the meaning of those sounds - those breathing from the stone pillars of horses tied up by the street and the winery. Those who come from the ancient locust trees in the deep courtyard, those who come from the green leaves under the seat, those who come from the stone lions and wooden buildings, and the street palaces and city walls are all the living things given to them by heaven and earth.

What I heard in my ears was the breath of calmness that was coming from ancient times, and what I touched was not a real thing, but it was confirmed that it was actually there. The doors and windows of the room were closed, but there were gentle fluctuations like the wind slowly lingering around him. Around me, no, this kind of fluctuation is heavier than the wind, more gentle like the clear water of a quiet pond, but lighter and more agile than water.

Finally he was sure of what he felt. He could no longer suppress the emotions that gushed out from his heart. He woke up and looked at the books he wrote on the wall of the room, the simple patterns of beams and pillars, his eyes were full of excitement and excitement. There was an extremely complicated emotion. He felt that although the doors and windows in front of him were closed, he seemed to be able to see the gray walls and rows of green trees in the Forty-seven Alley. He knew that the world in front of him seemed to be in the same way as the world before him. There is no difference, but the world after today... will definitely be different for He Ningque.

It stretched out its still slightly trembling fingers and aimed at the bean-like candlelight on the table. Ning Que took a breath slowly, urging his thoughts to enter the Qihai Snow Mountain. Then it took a long time to slowly Release.

The candlelight on the table was shaking and uneasy. I didn't know if it was the wind, his fingers, or his heart was in chaos.

"Is this... the essence of heaven and earth?"

He looked at his fingertips and saw nothing, but could feel that there was an extremely thin layer of existence there, murmured to himself, and then he added in a deep voice: "This is the vitality of heaven and earth!"

The young and tender face was full of perseverance and affirmation, without any wavering or self-doubt.

I didn't bother to grab a single garment and put it on my body. I didn't wear shoes. Because I didn't wear shoes at all, Ning Que jumped out of the bed, his legs almost fell down when he felt weak, and forced himself to run outside the house and knocked over. The bucket beside the bed was hit hard by the corner of the table, but the boy who was about to faint was not feeling the pain at all because of the huge sense of happiness.

He pushed the room away and rushed into the small courtyard. Standing in front of Sangsang, who was chopping wood, he looked at the little maid with a hunched body. He opened his mouth to say something, but found that his voice was a little hoarse. I'm almost speechless.

Sangsang looked at him in confusion and found that the expression on his face was extremely strange, as if he was crying or laughing.

"Young Master, are you okay?"

She stood up and habitually tiptoed, wondering if Ning Que was covered with fever and was a little confused, but she found that she could touch his head as soon as she tiptoed, and couldn't help laughing happily.

Ning Que stretched out his right hand and grabbed her thin arm, hugged her small body hard into his arms, and hugged her naked chest, just like many years ago, muttering: "You are alive very well, I'm... very good now."

After the hatchet escaped from Chang'an City with blood, he had not cried for many years, and he still did not cry today, but for some reason, he felt that his eyes were a little wet and his nose was a little sour.

Sangsang raised his head with difficulty, looked at the faint wetness in Ning Que's eyes, and was startled. Then she guessed something, her little face was full of shock, and two lines of tears were waking from Liuye. His eyes flowed out.

Silent choking is definitely not enough to exaggerate the emotions of the master and servant at this moment.

Sangsang opened his thin arms and hugged Ning Que's waist hard, crying loudly: "Woooo... Young Master is a big happy event. You have to eat a few more pieces of duck meat tonight."

After the hug, the two separated a little distance. Ning Que looked down at the tears on the little maid's dark face, his lips slightly twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it.

Sangsang immediately understood what he meant, lowered his head in shame, raised his sleeves to wipe away tears, and whispered, "I... I'll order takeout from Songhelou, a table with six taels of silver."

"This is almost the same." Ning Que rubbed her head pamperedly.

Sangsang went into the house to open the box and took the silver. He hurriedly ran to the shop. Suddenly, he thought of something. He slowly stopped in front of the door, turned around and looked at him, bit his lip, and said seriously: " Young Master, go out in the future... Doing these dangerous things, remember to bring me with you. It's not a good time to wait for you in the shop."

Ning Que looked at her quietly, then nodded vigorously, and said, "Don't worry, this kind of thing will never happen again in the future. At least within this year, I won't do anything again, you don't have to worry."

The door of Lao Bizhaipu was closed early.

The small wooden sign hanging on the pavilion originally wrote that the owner had something to do, but Sangsang changed it to the owner's family in the shortest time.

Since it was a happy event, drinking was inevitable to make fun of it. The master and servant ate the table with six taels of silver in Songhelou in a luxurious manner and drank two large pots of wine. I don't know if it was because I was too happy or felt sorry for a meal. With so much money and amazing alcohol content, Sangsang, who has never been drunk before, is extremely rare today.

Ning Que looked at the little maid who was lying on the table and scratched his head in surprise, thinking to himself, why did you get drunk before I was drunk?

Carry Sangsang back to the room and build a single quilt. Ning Que sat by the bed and took a round palm fan to fan her, while driving away the annoying mosquitoes. Sangsang has been serving him for the years. I rarely do these things, but after all, I did them too many times when I was a child, so I was very proficient in the movements.

The huge sense of happiness and excitement gradually calmed down between the shaking of the round palm fan. He began to think quietly about what was going on with him, and his eyes subconsciously fell on the big black umbrella beside Sangsang's little face.

(This is the most wonderful plot that I feel when I write until now. It is really hard to write a story, but if you can earn a lot of money, you will be very happy, but you can't replace it no matter how you do it. I wrote this paragraph The huge sense of happiness when I came here is probably the true meaning of this plot. Heshi, it was sour again, but there was no way. Ning Que's nose was sour, and I was sour when I wrote it. )