He Le is such a delicate perception, and what a clever teacher, how bright his heart and eyes are, he doesn't need to look to know where Zhong Hang is confused, and naturally understands Zhong Hang's surprise and half-understood hesitation. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's good to go back to the Tao without tricks, but how to cultivate the golden fingers of the pincers? Isn't it in vain for many generations? If there is no trick, He Le will really interfere with Zhong Han's Dao heart in vain.

Although the stick is round, each stick line is the same as the essence of the edge of the sword, and the line can be sharp; although the stick head is not sharp, the edge of the stick head is all different protruding points, and the point can be sharp; the points and lines of the finger stick are endless, the points and lines become surfaces, and it is not difficult to turn into a shield, and the two fingers of the clamp are gold, and at least two three-section sticks, once the cultivation is true, why can't it be impossible!"

He Le continued to explain, using his talent and heart, and turned these words into the most sincere part of this dusk.

The words, though a little mixed, were like concrete without honeycomb eyes, and when they reached the atrium, they became solid, and he assured that the bell would be able to hear them, and that he would remember them.

This is a wonderful truth that Zhong Xuan has never heard of and will never understand.

He Le also reached the point three months ago. When he was able to extract the lines, he also left a poem as proof, including the sentence "Let any fiber of you be extracted, make a ...... of the zither" is this realm.

This is also a new trick on cultivating the two types of Dafa, form and spirit, breaking through the habitual thinking in ancient and modern methods, breaking the shackles, and becoming a brand-new means of guidance.

In a few sentences, several strict barriers have been broken through the ages, and the value is immeasurable.

A stick is also a knife, and what is not a knife? This is the most crucial step in which everything is a knife.

Not only a knife, but also a gun, a sword, a sword, and a shield? This is also the first step in the transformation of all things.

Is this the incredible realm of Ho Le?

The skill is extremely skillful, and the skill is almost the way!

Although these are still only a possibility for Zhong Xuan, what kind of premise of ability is not hidden in the possibility? Isn't cultivation the act of extracting 'ability' from the possibility?

Serendipity, great chance.

When the bell was hanging, he was immediately full of confidence.

That step was suddenly taken down, and it was extremely solid.

He didn't use the mana that he saw as ten, but he suddenly saw that the sky in front of him was wide, and he and Brother Yan could gallop across the country.

The stick has no blade, and it has confused generations of cultivators and martial arts practitioners. But He Le said that this is still just a appearance, and the essence of the blade is a line, with straight lines, arcs and curves, and these lines are not lacking in sticks.

The "five-point plum blossom stick" can focus on the point of the stick, and there is a way to focus on the "line" on the stick.

As long as the skill is on the way, you can turn everything into a skill, and the stick is also a good knife.

"You mean that the pincer golden finger can also go to the Tao?" Zhong Hang did not look back, but it did not affect their verbal communication.

"The five elements of gold are the head, and they really come up from the fingers. The pincer gold finger is not simple, the avenue can lead to the sky! In my speculation, the pincer gold finger is only the beginning of a fingering, and there should be a big fa exhibition. ”

With his ability to learn literature for many years and be good at capturing inspiration, He Le did not make such a judgment lightly.

Pointing the clock is to use intelligence power. The power of combining affection and retribution is the great ability to emotionally and mentally move the goal.

What you see with your own eyes is not necessarily the truth, maybe it is just the appearance, and only by grasping it with your own hands can it be the most real. This is one of Ho Le's thoughts.

What is the cultivation of truth? What is cultivated is just the word "truth."

Intelligence power and cultivation power are also for the sake of seeking a true word, which can promote each other, which is an important experience of He Le after entering Wang Pin Company.

Realizing this, he has already set out to refine his intelligence power.

For a long time, Hua Ming and Zhong Xuan always thought that the pincer golden finger was a very small kind of cultivation method, and their cultivation to the peak was limited. But cultivating the true ancient method is extremely rare, the true scriptures are hard to find, and without the golden fingers, they can't practice, and they have to treat it as a treasure.

I never thought that this Chef He would greatly change the status of the pincer golden finger in just a few words.

"Please also give me a lot of advice, and we will comply with any conditions. ”

"We'll talk about it next time. He Le didn't want to say too much. poison, there is no need to overdose.

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The bell strode away.

When I came, I was nervous, and I hung a heart. It's very different when you go.

His stride has changed, his stride is bigger, his cadence is faster, he has broken through, as long as he consolidates, he is a master of the late sixth dan.

Sending the bell away, He Le didn't immediately pay attention and continued to read.

Instead, he let his mind go.

He felt something.

When it comes to his cultivation, the reason why Xuan is Xuan is Xuan is incomprehensible to outsiders, but he can visualize the Xuan in it.

This evening, before the bell was hung, He Le "saw" the strange stone lake five miles away and stirred up the rhapsody of Lan Se, and heard the sound of freedom on the highway thousands of miles away.

The atmosphere of this dusk was as pure as the morning dew, and the heavenly voices were all like lilies singing freely out of the dustless mind, and the setting sun shone with a warm but not scorching soft light. But wherever the perception goes, the vitality inside and outside is fresh.

It was the clearest twilight.

As soon as Zhong Hang stepped out of sight, He Le walked to a huge open field, the double shark mouth originally named Shagong Ao.

The mouth of the double shark was originally a large col sandwiched between two large mountains, and it was only two or three miles away from the place where it rose.

After the excavation was leveled, nearly half of the area of Wang Pin Company, about 10 square kilometers, was renamed Shuangshaping, which is a plot to be sold to the public.

Shuangshaping is in the idle period of sedimentation, and the factory cannot be built in a short time. The leveling is not yet complete, and there are still seven or eight mud bucket trucks and two large excavators in front of us.

There are still sparse large stones in the site that have not been blasted and cleared, and there are occasional puddles of water. But the whole is flat, dotted with weeds everywhere, and there is a small scenery.

Every rainy evening, there are some people who come to swim and play.

The double shark's mouth meets a large drainage ditch that is four or five zhang wide and five or six zhang deep, the thatch is several people deep, and it has not yet been repaired, and the danger is everywhere, and ordinary people will not wander around here.

He Le just wants to go here for a walk, and then look at the mystery in this deep ditch.

As soon as Zhong Hanhang's back disappeared, the atmosphere here suddenly changed, changed! His inner world was full and wonderful, and he rarely felt his loneliness.

It's not that he's not lonely, his loneliness isn't in his heart, his loneliness is on his face -- like in a time-wasting meeting.

He suddenly felt that the loneliness was squeezing towards him like a burst, like a dream, not a few or ten, but dozens!

Looking for a good dream, when is it? That's not his loneliness.

His peaceful state of mind was being squeezed into a weak place, like a drop running away from him.

It's inexplicable, and he's going to start to be lonely in his lively interior.

It's not your own loneliness, but it will fill your body and mind like a haze, which is an unspeakable hardship, but it comes unexpectedly.

He Lexin has a feeling, and the mood is invaded!

The state of mind cultivates the truth and the mystery, and the literature, aesthetics, philosophy, and art are just the soil of the state of mind.

It is not difficult to improve personal quality with the state of mind, and it is almost impossible to communicate or even fight, not to mention that it is difficult to go to the sky, and the chance of meeting such an opponent in a lifetime is one in ten million.

I didn't expect that there was such a person now, and he took the initiative to face him.

When you meet this rare and capable person who can be cited as a bosom friend, why not do it.

His gaze brought his own state of mind, and he did not make any big moves, and from the loneliness that came from the scroll, he opened up a channel of mind that could face south and north, invisibly separating the pedestrians who were chaotic to the east and west.

His eyes traversed the passages, easily through the boundless loneliness, and he accurately saw the source of the lonely state of mind.

He had a crush on her at a glance.

Half a mile away, on the sidewalk behind two rows of large banyan trees, opposite a large malu tree, the woman who was walking towards the three-way lukou, her head was darker than the thickest night se, and her side was facing here, and the lumen of the four centimeters of the downward slope raised her five inches higher than the malu.

Her posture is out of the water blue lotus, her gait is the wind passing through the new lotus, her temperament is lotus root and water quiet, but her whole person is completely unable to blend into the scenery of this dusk.

She's so different from the rest of the world. She walked alone, and the crowds with her were constantly in and out, but no one seemed to be able to walk her way.

There are not many people who can tug at Ho Le's heartstrings.

It was not the first time He Le had seen her, and every time he could make his heart pound, it was not ordinary excitement, but his heart was twisting. Every time he unconsciously shrugged off, every time he wanted to do something for her, but he always did nothing.

Unexpectedly, she took the initiative and used loneliness as a weapon. He Le was about to meet her.

She also stopped, turned her delicate body forty-five degrees, and faced He Le. With the turn, her deep beauty became smart, and no one could have a delicate jade face that no one could have.

Furong is in front of her, and sure enough, it's her! sister-in-law, the sister-in-law of Hua Ming, a rare master of the seventh section of the pincer golden finger!

He Le smiled at her slightly, fa out of his own state of mind, sincere and gentle mood appeared accurately on her left and right, and did not cut off the original before and after her, this is a nuanced and considerate state of mind control.

Hua Shan's perception is so delicate, and she feels that He Le does not have a little male Xing's strength and the suppression of masters, so that she may be left and right, but she does not necessarily like it, and does not try to infect her with her personal state of mind.

This is something that she can accept, who is usually almost closed-minded.

She immediately let go of her usual guard against the man, at least she had no resistance to this man, and she didn't have to exclude him.

Hua Shan's mood is immediately enlarged!

Although she was still standing there, ostensibly looking out towards the Double Shark Flat, there was nothing out of the ordinary. But in the eyes of He Le's heart, she has been elevated and expanded.

Hua Shan is as tall as the Strange Stone Mountain, larger than the entire Strange Stone Town, one eyebrow is as thick as an old banyan tree, and her pair of crystal eyes are like two clear strange stone lakes, reflecting the scenery of this large area of dusk, and at the same time, it also vaguely reflects some of her inner scenery.