Xu Guangling has always gone with the flow of things like practicing Tai Chi and opening the five fingers of the five fingers of the Tai Chi Movement, but now, he has inexplicably more expectations. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In fact, it is not inexplicable, seeing that the progress has been accelerated, and it is a fast-forward acceleration of many times, the nine nodes connecting the red flowers in the five-color flowers have been rushed away by two, which makes Xu Guangling can't help but want to rush away the remaining seven nodes in one go.

It's not even about what happens after the rush.

Well, it can also be said to be some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder, "imperfect discomfort".

So in the days that followed, his mind was more immersed in this aspect. After two experiments between going and not going, it was concluded that the fog was indeed a thruster for practicing Fuxi Jue and a powerful thruster, every night, Xu Guangling must go to the park.

And then he confirmed another thing again.

That is, as he absorbed, the fog in the park was indeed decreasing day by day.

Seeing that the vast mist that was simply endless was absorbed by him day after day to thin and thin, Xu Guangling was simply a little frightened, and was frightened by his whale-swallowing absorption. Before that, he never thought that his body could absorb the mist of this entire small world.

Although the fog is vague and not a physical object, it is still too exaggerated.

In contrast, the mist that he poured into the wood and jade and was absorbed by the two old men was not worth mentioning at all, and the two were about analogous, how could it be more than 10,000, or even more outrageous.

It is this pitiful absorption, which makes the spirit of the two old people indeed visible day by day, this result, so that Xu Guangling is dumbfounded, but also vaguely understands, why in the last dream, he will accept the sentence "The yang gate is easy to break, and the yin lock is difficult to open".

If there was no such thing as a mist that he accidentally touched, it would probably be a long, long, long time before he could open that node, and each node would probably take him a lot of time.

Just thinking about it, Xu Guangling's scalp was numb.

In fact, the difference between these two different results is too outrageous, one is measured in "days", and the other is at least measured in "years"? And it is very likely that it is not one year, two years, or three years, but ten years, twenty or Chinese New Year's Eve years......

"The water in here is really too deep!"

Even if it was extremely coincidental or quite lucky to step into the light-speed channel of practice, Xu Guangling still couldn't sigh like this by himself, and it was from this day that he had the idea of keeping a diary.

"There are too many coincidences in life. Sometimes, it does not come from necessity, but from chance. An inadvertent accident can turn the world upside down and be completely different. This makes me sigh, that thing that has been called 'destiny' by countless beings throughout the ages. ”

"If you say that it doesn't, I don't know how many people can empathize. ”

"If it does, who's in control?"

"At this moment, a balance appeared in my mind, and at one end of it, there was diligence, hard work, hard work, struggle, accumulation, and development...... , at the other end of it, is called fate. ”

In the first diary, Xu Guangling recorded so.

sighed in the diary, sighed outside the diary, thinking about the present, thinking about the past, although Xu Guangling was not once again gloomy, he still did not belong to his thoughts.

In the face of this kind of turbulent emotions, Xu Guangling can only repeat the old tricks.

So, about half an hour later, a new piece of music was born, which Xu Guangling named "Destiny".

This is another song of flying immortals, there is no fixed melody, or rather, the melody is very weird, and it is not continuous, and there is no so-called echo before and after, beginning and end.

The music, starting from a gentle beginning, a clear and shallow stream, slowly overflowing from the outlet, flowing through the plains, flowing through the mountain streams, flowing through the green meadows, and also flowing through the barren, the next moment, it seemed to be just a very normal loop, but then it was a rapid flow of three thousand feet.

The shallow stream, suddenly converging with thousands of streams, the torrent goes straight down the mountains and rivers, flying beads splashing jade, resounding through the sky.

The scattered flying beads and pieces of splashed jade turned into a continuous and stirring note, such as light, electricity, thunder, and meteors......

And at this point, it's only about a tenth of the music, so to speak, it's just the beginning.

Since the creation of the last song "Creation", Xu Guangling's music creation has indeed broken a certain shackle, and there is no fixed music or melody that can restrict him.

It is like a fish in the sea, and like a bird in the heavens.

It is only the fish and the birds themselves that can cause limitations, and the outside world, the heaven and earth for the body and mind to roam, is neither boundless nor boundless.

After the creation of "Destiny" was completed, Xu Guangling's body and mind were peaceful.

Fate can be felt but not grasped, you can fear it, you can ignore it, alienate it, but you can't get close to it. As far as people are concerned, what they can get close to and grasp are those who are diligent, hardworking, fighting, struggling, accumulating, and developing......

In such a state of mind, Xu Guangling worked day and night.

The years are like water, very dull and fulfilling.

During the day, boxing, sleeping, reading, thinking, making vermicelli, well, playing chess. Of course, the main class and idle talk in Zhang's hometown every night are the absolute focus.

The boxing in the morning, from the beginning of the effective to ineffective, once became a little boring, but since absorbing the fog, Xu Guangling's body and mind seem to have some kind of transmutation, in this case, even the beginning of Taijiquan, Xu Guangling hit again, but also became like years of aging, both mellow and thick, endless taste.

Correspondingly, Mr. Zhang and Mr. Chen are even more energetic and actively engaged, and their immersion level can be described as "addicted", just like children are addicted to their favorite games and can't extricate themselves.

After boxing, Xu Guangling almost had no dreams at this stage, and as soon as he fell asleep, he was hearty, and his body and mind stretched until the afternoon, ushering in the sunshine.

And on a sunny afternoon, Xu Guangling has a lot to do.

Reading, as well as thinking, or building a "memory bank" in his mind, is a very interesting thing for Xu Guangling now, and the two old people are addicted to practice, Xu Guangling feels that at this stage he is also a little addicted to reading, thinking and remembering.

I feel that the "self-library" in my mind is enriched and expanded little by little, and the taste is indescribable, I can only say, very good, very good!

If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools.

What Xu Guangling feels now is that after having a sharp axe, chopping wood has become a pleasure, which makes people unable to extricate themselves. -- After becoming memorable and able to make books "realistically presented" in his mind, Xu Guangling now feels as if he is itching when he doesn't read for a day.

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