Nightfall

The first volume of the early morning Empire Chapter 101 message about the flute of heaven and earth

Ning Que didn't know that she had passed another great opportunity again, naturally she didn't know that she tore a book and cursive book in the blue building, and then saw it by a certain magician, which made her famous in the future. The two famous postages of Jī Tangtie and Yan's woodcut rubbings are still produced today. He is still the unnamed young boss in Lin 47 Lane, the ordinary student who is studying hard in the college.

After waking up early in the morning on the second day, he frowned and finished the bowl of jī soup with some difficulty, and then shouted Sang Sang who was going to clean up the pot stove, looking at the black face of shìnv, very serious Said: "Drinking too much last night was because I was so happy, but I just got drunk and didn't have time to tell you."

Sang Sang raised his face, raised his thin eyebrows, opened his bright eyes, looked at him curiously and asked, "Master, what makes you happy that way? I really don't see you drinking so much."

"In the old book building of the Academy, I seem to have a way to read those books."

Ning Que smiled and stretched out a finger, swaying in front of her nose, said: "Although it may be only a silver lining, but after all hope, I think if it is possible, I must grasp it."

The so-called hope is just an occasional denial of despair. Because it is only occasional, it is always difficult to last for a long time. As a guy who has been played by fate for more than ten years, Ning Que is clearer than anyone. The last hope is often disappointment and despair. The greater the hope, the deeper the last regrets and regrets.

Whether it was the practitioner in Yanjing Mountain or the military appraisal officer, the gentle old Lu Qingchen on the journey, until the recent selection of the surgical department when the college was admitted to the hospital, he had tolerated the painful process of hope of disillusionment again and again, and the more he became The more calm and numbness comes, but even so, he does not seem to care much about stepping into that magical world of practice, but he has never given up hope in the depths of his heart.

Because he knew to live in this world, live well, to complete his revenge, to write his capitalized name on the féi wo black soil of Datang, then he must walk into that world, if Once you have given up all hope, the ending will no longer be disappointment, but despair.

In order to seize the faint hope of existence, Ning Que reconciled his jīng **** status to the most generous and sunny state, and took a car out of Chang'an City every morning when the sun was not bright. I only drove back to Lane 47. In the morning, I was sleepy during the study of the six subjects. After the third bell sounded, the whole person seemed to be choked by the tobacco of Nanning Island. The **** jumped a hundred times and rushed out of the book. She rushed into the kitchen hall, chewed slowly for two lunches, walked around the lake for a few more laps, and then climbed up and down again, holding the book constantly.

He was basking in the sun under the west window to read the ink characters, using the Yongzi eight method to dismantle all the words in the thin book into individual strokes, and then carefully appreciate the trend of those strokes, and deliberately forget their meaning.

The nv professor still quietly traced the hairpin by the east window. I do n’t know when she had untied her bun, and the softness of her ears would be reflected in the increasingly dense net light outside the window, warm to the extreme, and silent. At the extreme, no matter how sincere Ning Que's attitude is, she would never give any advice.

After an afternoon in the past few days, the book "Inquiry into Qihai Snow Mountain" was finally turned to the middle part by him, and the ink characters that hit his eyes were disassembled into thousands of strokes, and then reassembled into Thousands of different shapes, meaning inexplicable Yong characters, almost completely exhausted his jīng divine physical strength.

Ning Que had awkward eyes and silently turned to look at the thick green leaves outside the window, knowing that it would be meaningless to look at it like this, even if he continued to squeeze his final jīng perseverance, it was no more. Many experience of the intent of some scribes who copied the book can't provide any help for them to enter the initial situation.

What disappointed him most was that there was no note left by the mysterious teaching on the piece of paper sandwiched in the thin book, and there was not even a word, as if the man had disappeared.

The students of the Academy annoyed the cicadas for thousands of years. At this moment in the afternoon, they began the reincarnation of the twelve years of Apocalypse without warning. Ning Que quietly listened to the noisy cicadas outside the window. After listening for a long time, he suddenly turned Over head, close the thin book on the knee, then close your eyes and start meditation.

The written strokes on the book were decomposed into the strokes of the mind by using the eight-character method of Yongzi, and then he forcibly used the distracting thread to forget the meaning of the words, so although there are a large number of them, they can barely park in a corner of the jīng **** world, But once you start to meditate on these strokes, the complex strokes will become dangerous.

On the first day, when I was forgetting my words and feeling that there was no way forward in my mind, Ning Que knew that it would be very dangerous to force meditation to remind me, so he never tried these days, but he hoped to be in the world If you watched it exist like this, but gradually slipped away to the underworld, to the horizon, this is something he absolutely cannot accept, so at this moment, he must try again.

He sat with his eyes closed and sat by the window, staying still for a long time like a statue, a scorching net wind blowing from the west window, blowing on his thin blue school robe, showing a burst of patterns, those traces are in On the surface of the green shirt outside the belly, it slowly protruded and then calmed, and once again protruded and calmed again, as if having some kind of spirit xng, and as if some kind of wonderful life came to life, but unfortunately those traces flicked up and down, after all Unable to communicate with each other, isolated in Fangyu, unable to touch, spiritually unreachable, life without foundation, gradually declining.

Somewhere in the pond of the academy, the lake water was disturbed by the wind, and Weilan pushed several round duckweeds on the surface to sway around, but no matter how the duckweed swayed in any direction, it would eventually touch the wall of the pool. .

Somewhere in the world, a celebrity walked through the dense forest to visit the famous temple. After knocking on the temple wood mén, he learned that the Dade monk had already traveled all over the world. The celebrity had to shake the steps and retreat.

In the jīng **** world at this moment of Ning Que, those complicated and extreme strokes, those deconstructed into side parts with no specific meaning, those dotted lines and dots, as he tried to contemplate, suddenly Becomes vivid. There were more sharp metal edges in the Dao Dao ink, which turned into a dreaded knife array of the barbarian golden account tribe on the grassland, and the little bit of the brush became infinitely wet, and turned into a cold rain outside the net wind pavilion, and began to fall. There are countless human heads, and the fall is the endless rainstorm, and there is only endless conflict without end.

Suddenly the whole world's sword stopped raining, and Huo Ran opened his eyes, detached from the state of sitting meditation, feeling a violent anxiety and pain between ng's mouth. Splitting the tranquility of the second floor of the old book building, he hurriedly raised his sleeves to cover the net, but now he was stained with red blood spots on the green sleeves.

"The Confucius once said that being strong is a very boring thing. Your body is not suitable for spiritual practice. Although you have amazing perseverance and even found some very interesting method, but ... If you can't do it, don't insist."

I don't know when Professor nv has walked to Ning Que's body and said softly, looking at him gently.

Ning Que looked up and saw that the professor nv was extremely ingenious, his eyes narrowed and he could not see how old he was. He knew that the previous dangerous moment should be that she used some method to force him out of meditation. When he came out, he could not help laughing, stood up and wiped the blood stains from the corner of the net, and sincerely saluted.

Professor nv smiled and shook his head, indicating that he did not care so seriously. After nodding his head slightly, he sandwiched the hairpin script and walked deep into the shelf without knowing where to get out of the old library.

Unconsciously, Ning Que meditated for a lot of time. Outside the building was already twilight, and when the night was about to come, he did not rush to leave, but stood quietly under the west window and listened to a cicada. The children seemed to have some intermittent tweets because they were unfamiliar, and then walked to the book case, and Mo Morun wrote a paragraph on the paper.

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In the middle of the night, the tattoos on the bookshelf deep in the second floor of the old book building were bright again, and then they slid away silently on both sides, accompanied by a heavy breathing, and Chen Pipi squeezed out extremely hard, and the fat face of the u was very funny. .

After leaving those words that night, he had been concerned about the progress of the other party, but because Ning lacked sick leave, he did not wait for an echo for a few days, and was curious when he was angry, but unfortunately, these days The second brother who made him the most terrified, I didn't know what was wrong with his brain. Suddenly, the classmates who stayed behind moved to study the ancient ceremony of sacrificial rituals collectively, and after a lot of fatigue and bombardment, there was no time to come.

Today, finally having leisure time, Chen Pipi couldn't take a bath and rest, and hurried to the old bookstore, just to see if the poor and hateful guy echoed.

When I walked to the bookshelf, I published the thin "Qi Hai Xue Shan Preliminary". Chen Pipi raised his eyebrows and gave a soft chuckle. After watching it for a moment, he couldn't help shaking his head and exclaimed: "This guy still It ’s really bold and ambitious, he was so stupidly devised by him that this stupid method, and it really can be understood? "

This is naturally the first reply of Ning Que, and then he saw Ning Que ’s latest message today. The thick mouth net skin could n’t help but louder, and frowned frowned and said: “Lian I do n’t even understand it. I still want to practice spiritual practice? I really do n’t know if you guy is a genius or an idiot! "

For a moment of silence ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Chen Pipi sat by the table case beside the west window, and Mo Morun began to reply. In his second study flow with Ning Que, this genius student from Xiling was like this Written: "Are you a child? You don't even understand such basic truths? Since you don't know anything, it's impossible. Naturally, you can't resonate with the breath of heaven and earth. There is no other way to go. If you want to ask specific truths, I can only make an analogy for you. Our body is like a musical instrument, for example, Xiao, the mind is to return the breath of the flu in the flu. There is a flu and a breath does not necessarily play a beautiful music, because The voice came out of the flute hole. "

"If you don't even have a perforation on this flute, how do you blow it? How can you feel it when the world can't hear your music? You don't know so much in the snow and gas, how do you want to toss?"

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(The computer network in the Austrian hotel is as weak as the computer network in the German hotel. It was hard to write it out last night, but fortunately at this time ... Another: Dear friends, it is a long-distance horror to return to China If you can fly on the plane, you wo n’t change it tomorrow. If you ca n’t code on the plane, it will be terrible. I will confirm if there is an update before 8 o’clock on the night of the 19th, and report it to everyone. )