"Young Master, use my name?" Xu Tonghui said a little strangely.

"Of course, I'm still underage, and I haven't started to practice, so naturally I don't know much about cultivation, and you're a great master of the Tongmai Realm, isn't it normal to write this kind of thing?" Xu Guangling said.

“......”

Xu Tonghui didn't say anything, but moved the top paper to the bottom and began to look at it.

And this look, the sky is spinning, the sun and the moon are without light, the sand is flying and the stones are gone, the vicissitudes of the sea, the east becomes the west, the south is far from the north, the horizontal seven is vertical and eight, and the morning is three and the evening is four......

Well, all these descriptions above, there is still a "mess".

Seriously speaking, for Xu Tonghui, he was so unprepared that he suddenly stumbled into a new world.

And this is not surprising.

"Xu Tonghui", who wrote this book, came from another world.

And then.

That's the Grand Master.

It is also a major part of many fields.

Together, these are destined to be bizarre, but at the same time, there will be a terrifying "authenticity" in those bizarre.

It seems, just like the real thing.

And if there are cultivators in this world who really try to do what the book says, some cultivators will find that it is not like the real thing.

That's true!

The reason why it is a "partial cultivator" is because this book is only a book of words after all, and its truth is hidden under those lush branches and leaves as a root and a seed.

Someone will see its branches and leaves.

Someone will see the roots, see the seeds.

And this latter, a small part of it......

Xu Guangling has not yet decided which level the highest level contained in this book is set at, which needs to be constantly explored.

The beginning naturally starts with condensation.

When Xu Tonghui re-enters the Tongmai, and Tongmai Dacheng has entered the enlightenment, it is not too late to write the second volume of "Tongmai".

It will be roughly like this in the future, where Xu Tonghui enters, the script will be written.

It will be Xu Tonghui's "summary".

I just hope that this Excellency will not be asked about the rest of the story.

In the meantime, there may be some more interesting things happening, Xu Guangling is looking forward to it.

"The journey of the avenue is like the sun and the moon. ”

On the first day Leng Qingyun entered the family studies, the husband who taught them used a small stick as thick as a snow-white little finger to write these eight big characters on a black flat board that occupied half of the wall.

"Do any of you know these words?" asked the gentleman.

A child who was five or six years younger than Leng Qingyun raised his hand, "Sir, I know, the first word is 'big'." ”

He read it aloud.

"Yes, yes, it's 'big'. ”

The gentleman nodded in approval, and then said to everyone, "Do any of you know what this 'big' means?"

"I know, grown up, sir!" cried another child.

This is Jiuqu City.

This is the Ye family of Jiuqu City.

This is the ethnology of the Ye family, and the children in the ethnology, from two or three years old to their teens, are also surnamed Ye, and they are all children of the family.

Leng Qingyun's surname is Leng.

The two families of cold leaves were originally world friends, but for hundreds of years, the Ye family has been thriving, like a big tree, constantly branching and sprouting, and extending the root system to deeper and farther places.

And the Leng family is like a pot of boiling water, once, it was also hot to boiling, but generation after generation, there are many children, and the once hot and boiling has slowly cooled down, so cold that this generation, Leng Qingyun is the only one left.

Fortunately, the Ye family still remembers Leng Ye's former world relationship.

Because of this, Leng Qingyun was able to enter the Ye family's ethnology as a foreign surname.

He is naturally not as lively as these children of the Ye family, not only is he older, but he is just grateful and nostalgic at the same time, silently cherishing this hard-won opportunity.

He listened more than any other child in the room!

The gentleman called the child, who had grown up, to him and made him stand side by side with him.

He stretched out his hand and placed it flat on top of the child's head, then placed his hand flat on top of his own.

"You're a child, I'm an adult. The gentleman said, "I'm 'taller' than you, it's a big one." ”

When the child had walked back in high spirits, the gentleman took out two more bowls from the corner, one large and one small, and he took a spoon and poured water into each of them.

A bowl, with only a small half spoon poured, is full.

Another bowl, after pouring three or four spoonfuls, the bowl was only half full.

"The small ones are less, the big ones are more, and the 'many' is also a kind of big. ”

The children listened as if they didn't understand, and some of them laughed, it was so simple, and they were so smart.

The gentleman did not care about them, neither rebuke nor praise.

The gentleman circled the "big" with the small white stick, and then circled the "line" behind him, "After saying the word 'big', let's talk about the word." ”

"Sir, what about the first two?" a child shouted.

"The first two only need to be able to read and write for the time being, and we will look at this word now. The gentleman said.

......

Xu Tonghui looked at it very slowly, and the stack of paper was not thick, and the sun had already set when he finished reading it.

He stood here like this for most of the day!

His eyes were slightly red, and his eyes were full of sadness, nostalgia, confusion, and shock, and there were many uncertainties and uncertainties.

In short, the expression is extremely complicated.

Found Xu Guangling in several familiar locations, Xu Tonghui came closer, "Young master." ”

"What's wrong?" said Xu Guangling.

"Young master, what is written here ......"

"You have to remember what is written in it. Xu Guangling didn't wait for him to finish speaking, "Because in the future, someone may come to you to discuss this script, of course you have to remember what you wrote, and you can't mention it, you don't know." ”

"Huh?"

"Okay, that's it, you can send the notebooks you borrowed before with this one I wrote, and I don't know if they will accept it. Xu Guangling said.

In the evening, Xu Tonghui went and returned.

"Young master, they left the script and said they wanted to see it. Xu Tonghui said.

Xu Guangling nodded slightly.

"Young Master......"

Xu Tonghui wanted to speak and stopped.

"What do you want to say?" Xu Guangling turned his head.

Xu Tonghui muttered for a long time, but he didn't say anything, not because he didn't have anything to say, but because he wanted to say too much.

But now his mind is in turmoil.

It's very chaotic, it's very chaotic.

It's like a bunch of threads wrapped up in a ball of thread.

There were many, many threads, but for a while, he didn't know which one to draw.

Dinner.

Exercise late.

Swim.

Basically, after all the schedules for the day were over, Xu Guangling asked Xu Tonghui: "Uncle Xu, is there anything else you want to ask?"

Xu Tonghui thought about it and decided not to ask for the time being.

Tonight, he still had to think about it again, and he had to think about it for many days, a long time, and then ask when he thought about it.

So at this moment, he just shook his head and said to Xu Guangling: "Young Master, no." ”

A quiet night.