No matter which dusk, it can be earth-shatteringly beautiful. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info since his eyesight can penetrate the appearance, he has taken a fancy to the beauty of dusk.

This is the second dusk, the day after Zhong Xuan and Hua Yan are surprised by a carrot.

Dusk enters the painting, and the painting is full of the prosperous scenery of Qishi Town in the 90s. Dusk is not far away, he sits in front of dusk, a book is placed on dusk to read, a small notebook is pillow on dusk, and his pen is writing and drawing on dusk.

This passage is difficult to understand, because dusk is omnipresent. It's like I don't understand how modern cultivators ignore distance and time, just because no matter how far or near, it's distance, and time is ever-present. The masters of modern cultivation are all talented people who can turn the most ordinary truth into a magnificent situation.

Masters, not necessarily hands. It's like he was shocked by Zhong Hang and Hua Yang as a ninth-level swordsman, but he didn't know his level. He is a terrifying knife hand, but he is not used to knives.

A seventh-level master judged that he had used three hundred and sixty-five knives, but he himself only waved his hand once. After a wave, he fell into deep thought.

As he pondered, he did use his thumb to gently run the pages of the new, thick paperback book, which glided over his fingers and folded in unison, with the faint sound that the bell could hear. It's just that he only slice it for a second. If he wanted to be fast, he could cut it to a tenth of a second. Many incredible things are very simple in the hands of some people.

It was a simple book printed in-house on high-quality A4 paper, with two binding clips punched and stacked, exactly 365 sheets, which was the most appropriate number of sheets that He Le had tried many times, the most suitable for his own feel and binding quality, and could also compress most of his favorite long-form content into this space to print the book.

After a wave, the rest of the time was spent thinking, thinking about the good sentences on page 203, and also feeling the inner meaning of dusk.

Everything hanging from the clock outside was clear to him in his spiritual sense.

He didn't have to care, he just had to use the "one hundred and second knife" cut out on pages 203 and 204 to get the news out and get their attention.

He pondered deeply, his fingers ran over the pages, and the dusk divided into three hundred and sixty-five levels on the pages, and he suddenly realized that he grasped the dusk.

Dusk is not the embers of the day in the eyes of mortals, not so silent and powerless, but the blowout of the night!

Dusk is the day is reaping the fruits of the day's hard work, it is the night is not moving, and the grain and grass of the night are going first-dusk is the most abundant hour in heaven and earth.

Dusk is also the easiest stall for people to stir up their thoughts after they are warm.

The black-and-white clash was blood-red and brilliant, and the invisible power of nature bloomed violently at this time, and the endless nourishment between heaven and earth was most active at dusk.

Only by realizing this truth can we establish a connection with the texture of dusk because of the connection between reason and reason, and let the inner and outer connections be connected, and receive the cosmic energy at this time.

This is the characteristic of modern Xiuzhen.

Everyone's perception is different, and the focus of practice is rarely two very similar, the true meaning of the way of heaven is that the sky is falling, and people who are destined to hold one flower and bear different fruits.

Countless cultivators could not understand the mystery and missed the truly gorgeous beauty of dusk.

He Le entered Wang Pin Company as a chef, and after the dinner was cleaned, he swiped his card to get off work at exactly six o'clock every day. I started cooking a late-night snack at midnight, and there were six hours left to myself.

From eighteen to twenty o'clock, it is the two half hours when dusk is at its most vigorous, and he has cherished this time very much since he was a young boy. As much as possible, he wanted to go outside every evening.

Walk. He reads a book while walking, looking at the world in the book, and at the same time uses himself as a pen to write himself into the twilight of the real world.

There is a true meaning in this, but only you can truly understand it. Even if it's a sand car, even if it's a simple bud, it's impossible to know much.

Although he is Shu Chu, and he is also the cook in the Twin Literature Society, this time, he is called He Le. The employees of Wang Pin Company call him Master He.

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Sunset: It has a tail. Many, many people hung behind its tail.

He Le knew that he also had it, that is, the bell hanging.

Since he was a child, he loves to read books while walking, he doesn't have to look at the road or pay special attention to the front and back of his body, but there will be no mistakes, let alone mistakes, this is talent.

Neither Sunset nor He Le deliberately wanted to get rid of their tails.

When the sun sets, the tail will naturally be gone.

When He Le and the bell were close at hand, He Le's tail was gone.

Sensing that the bell was hanging in front, He Le almost stopped with the bell hanging.

"Master He, what are you looking at?" Zhong Hang cautiously stood three feet away.

The distance between monks is not exactly the same as the mathematical meaning, it is a kind of sensory distance, that is, the safe distance of the "three regards" between each other, beyond this distance, it may exceed the bottom line of the sense of security.

There is also a so-called three-foot god area, which is a measure of security, which varies from person to person, and it is not necessarily the same.

Although the layman sees nothing, between them, it is like a big river stretching across, and the Chu River and the Han border are clearly distinguished.

"Dusk. "He reads books, but he reads reality.

"Dusk?" Zhong Hang was even more puzzled, "Dusk is the sky, how can it be in the book?"

He Le didn't say much, he casually turned the pages back and over, there were dozens of pages, and hung the pages in front of the bell: "This is yesterday's dusk!" He means that the book can not only see today, but also the past.

But this is not the case in the eyes of Zhong Han.

He summoned up a great deal of courage to heroically stop this almost identified nine-stage swordsman, and in the face of his irresistible 'great enemy', he had already entered a state of divine vigilance, using the snow-bright 'eyes of the masses'.

He Le lit up the book to him, and he naturally triggered the vision of 'seeing is ten', magnifying the target tenfold, and he could see it clearly, the page number was page 203! If it was a knife, it was the 102nd knife that could control him and Hua Ming to death!

Zhong Xuan didn't believe that this was an unintentional coincidence! His pupils contracted, blooming with a clear golden light, and he looked at He Le: "Who are you! What kind of realm are you!" He was also too anxious, and asked two questions in a row, as if he had performed two moves in a row.

What he asked was naturally not He Le's name in reality, but his name on the road. He Le is not very good at the Tao, and it can be said that he is not familiar with the Tao. So he replied with only two words:

"Ten paragraphs. ”

"Is it intermittent or moving, or is it a stone of stone?"

Why is it so coincidental? He Le thought to himself, this person has a misunderstanding, but there is no need for it to be more serious. He also used Shi Duan and Shi Xu as pen names, so he said, "Although I prefer the time of time, it is still the stone of the stone." ”

"And what about your number?" Listening to He Le's questions and answers, Zhong Han's tone also softened.

"No?" He Le hesitated.

"What? Is there any evasion? Or is it inconvenient to disclose?"

"You can call me Shi Xuan, or you can call me He Le. ”

"Stone Broken Stone Continue?" Zhong Hang thought for a while, "Why is it not on the master list, nor is it in the Who's Who?

"There's nothing to hide from this, I didn't know martial arts or practice, since my brother died suddenly, I suddenly would, this age is not long, and I haven't been on the list so quickly. This number was chosen by myself and has never been circulated in the world. ”

"Does your number have any special meaning?"

"Actually, I am a stone at night, and a stone at night, and day and night are very different. ”

Zhong Hang had a big headache with this person's information, and it was difficult to discern and even more difficult to grasp.

He has been a section leader for many years, and he has somewhat developed an official tone, which sounds like he is censoring a newcomer, but in fact he is secretly worried: "Okay, let's believe what you say." What are you deliberately trying to lure me and me and Brother Yan out like this?"

"I have no ill will. ”

"No one wants to be disturbed by modern cultivators, and no matter how high your realm is, it is rude to disturb for no reason. ”

"Of course, it's also for your own good, in the same company, I can't watch you always be ignorant of the danger that is about to come, if you don't remind you again, you will be in vain. ”

"Dangerous?"

"Let's not talk about that for now. Don't you want to try me?

"Okay, even if your art is higher than the sky, I will make a move. ”

The sunset was thick, but the clouds were light and the wind was light. The two of them happened to meet under the old banyan tree, Zhong Hang raised his hand, He Le flicked his nails, and there were people passing by.

Their conversation did not attract the attention of passers-by, and the passers-by did not feel at all about their hand-to-hand competition, as if nothing had happened, but they had already tried.

With sharp eyes, I saw Zhong Hang take off a beard of an old banyan tree, about the thickness of a little finger, a section more than three feet long, and handed it to He Le, He Le took it, put it in the palm of his hand, and grasped it.

That's it, there's nothing wrong with it.

In fact, as soon as Zhong Hang raised his hand, he used the two fingers of his right hand to cut off this section of banyan whiskers.

The banyan tree is soft and soft, and it is difficult to break, even the scissors are not easy to use, but the bell hanging can be cut with a finger.

While cutting, he held the banyan whisker with his left hand and handed it to He Le, who was three feet away, and he handed it a little slowly, the process was six seconds.

It's just that when he handed it out, the banyan whiskers passed through the two fingers of the right hand, and the whiskers were three feet long and had seven, and the bell hung in these six seconds, and the golden fingers of the tongs were cut thirty-six times, just cutting the banyan whiskers into thirty-seven sections, each of which was exactly one inch.

Cut six times per second, the strength of the six-stage master is undoubtedly demonstrated.

And what He Le showed, "The knife is a vegetable, and the hands are silk!" Zhong Hang was shocked and screamed.