After the two provincial reporters left, Zhu Yan pondered alone in the room for a long time. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info just wrote those eight big characters, he just did it out of a sudden inspiration, and he didn't want to have such an effect. He didn't know that after this mistake, he had already found the frame of the door of the rune.

To say that this person's cognition of external things, the scientific community mostly believes that it is the result of the neural activity of the brain, that is, once the brain stops moving, then all human consciousness will not exist.

But later, scientists discovered many unexplained phenomena. For example, there is a congenital anencephaly baby in the United States, but he can also watch TV, laugh, and have various consciousnesses; Also, there have been near-death experiences around the world in which doctors have clearly determined that a patient is brain dead, but the patient eventually comes back to life and tells others what they saw at the moment of their "death." This means that the human mind is not only the result of the neural activity of the brain, as is traditionally believed, but has another operating mechanism.

Zhu Yan is convinced that this other operating system must be the soul, which is actually a kind of energy wave, which can respond to the energy waves excited by external things, and memorize and process them.

The Buddha said: The five aggregates are empty, and they are all moved by the heart. In other words, the existence of external things has nothing to do with you, but when you sense them with your mind (soul), you have the five senses. On the other hand, whether or not a person has the five senses does not even matter whether the external thing really exists, as long as the human soul can sense it. Just like the illusions in legends, things don't exist, but people can sense their existence directly.

The same is true of the eight characters in Zhu Yan's book, although he has no picture or sound, but it is instilled with a certain frequency of spiritual energy, and the signal of grief and indignation it represents can be truly sensed by the reader's soul, and a sense of grief and indignation is generated.

Comprehending this truth, Zhu Yan immediately wanted to try it again, human nature!

He first formed the image of a mountain in his mind, endowed the mountain with consciousness and emotion, and then mobilized the aura to slowly inject the pen and ink, and wrote the word "mountain" on rice paper.

After he finished writing, he stared at the word "mountain" again, and it was indeed a majestic and severe trend, which made people sigh at the high mountains.

It turns out that calligraphy can be written like this! Zhu Yanzhen didn't know that this kind of meaning into the word and the gas infusion charm was still a compulsory course for the introduction of the rune. In the future, if you can let a little aura on the rune trigger the resonance of similar aura between heaven and earth, it may not be impossible to move heaven and earth and shake mountains.

That night, Zhu Yanqiang suppressed the excitement in his heart, and practiced according to the law for a long time before going to bed to meditate and rest.

Chen Lan and Jingjing also entered the room early, they had just understood the beauty of cultivation, and they wished they could stay in the room all day to meditate and cultivate. Especially Jingjing, listening to Zhu Yan say that if she cultivates well, she can see her father and mother as soon as possible, and she has worked hard to the point of forgetting to sleep and eat.

The weather on the 29th of the lunar month was not very good at the beginning, and there was a light snow outside, and there was a bitter cold wind, which made the people on the streets seem extremely scarce.

Zhu Yan got up quite early this day, and he read a book in his room for a while. Mr. Chen and his wife also got up early, after all, it was the Chinese New Year, and there were still many things to do. Only Chen Lan and Jingjing, two little girls, were still lying in bed to catch up on sleep, and they were really too late last night. This is not a bad thing for Jingjing, since she has the hope of seeing her father and mother again, her mood is obviously much better, and her attitude towards life has also become positive.

"Bang, bang, bang......" The light snow in the early morning was still blowing, but the clear knock at the gate rang out unrelentingly.

"Who? Came to the door so early. Mrs. Fang muttered slightly, and then went out to open the door.

I saw two people standing outside the door, a man and a woman, the older man was about forty years old, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses; The women were all in their twenties, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, looking like intellectuals, and holding something in their hands.

"Excuse me, is this the home of Zhu Yan's children?" The man asked politely.

"Hmm...... Who are you? Mrs. Fang looked confused, Zhu Yan had only lived here for a few days, why did someone come to the door? Don't......

"Oh, don't get me wrong! We are from Luoyan Newspaper, my surname is Wang, I am the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, and she is my colleague, reporter Xiao Li. We are here to ask for words from Zhu Yan's children! The man with the eyes saw the confusion on Mrs. Fang's face, so he quickly explained.

"The two reporters who came last night were our friends, we went to the hotel to visit the two of them last night, and we didn't want to see Mr. Zhu Xiao's masterpiece, so I took the lead today, and I implore Mr. Xiao to leave us a few words." The female reporter sharpened her teeth and suddenly made her intentions clear.

Editor-in-chief Wang, who had eyes, then added: "In addition, we have a request, hoping that Mr. Zhu Yan will agree to the newspaper to make a special issue for him. ”

The two spoke more and more politely, and Zhu Yan's title was upgraded from a child to Mr. Little first, and then directly to Mr. Zhu Yan.

"This ...... I want to ask Xiao Yan about this matter first, and you guys come in and sit down for a while. Mrs. Fang invited guests into the room and arranged for them to sit in the living room, Teacher Chen came over to chat with them, and Mrs. Fang hurriedly knocked on Zhu Yan's door.

Zhu Yan had long known the intentions of the two guests, and now his spiritual energy was more abundant than before, and he could sense the wind and grass within two hundred meters of the surroundings one by one.

So, Zhu Yan followed Mrs. Fang to the living room, and the two guests quickly got up to shake hands with him, and then praised him vigorously, making him a little embarrassed.

After the praise, the two guests said their intentions again.

"You're going to give me an interview, that's fine!" Zhu Yan didn't think about it, so he agreed directly.

He knows the benefits of this fame, so the price of his Spring Festival couplets will not be two yuan, but at least ten or dozens of times.

And Zhu Yan is short of money now! Since Chen Lan and Jingjing started practicing, he planned to go to the pharmacy to buy some precious medicinal herbs and directly replenish them for them; Teacher Chen and his wife have been running around for Jingjing's parents for the past two days, going to the provincial capital to hire a lawyer to find a reporter, which one doesn't need to make money? I didn't even have any money left for the New Year, and I didn't buy a new dress for everyone. Also, after Jingjing......

"Oh, thank you so much! Thank you! In order not to disturb your work, we will report the materials directly to the two provincial friends. In addition, can you give us a ...... too" Editor-in-chief Wang After a series of thanks, they re-mentioned the next request.

"You know, I'm just a word seller...... Poor students! I'm not afraid of your jokes, I don't even have ready-made calligraphy rice paper at home. Zhu Yan hesitated slightly, and said with a slight blushing face.

"It's okay, it's okay! I've already brought the paper, and we'll pay for your pencil as well. According to the level of your word, you have to pay one or two hundred yuan a little, and you give us a discount, one hundred yuan per word, how about it? When Editor-in-Chief Wang heard this, he hurriedly said, his eyes unconsciously revealing eagerness.