Chapter 277: The Seventh Sense

Qingyu glanced at Yi Hui and said, "If you can be with me on the Magpie Bridge, do you think you should say something?" ”

"Oh! You are so beautiful, if the Cowherd sees such a beautiful Weaver Girl, it must be a blessing from the previous life. ”

"Are you a cowherd?" Qingyu looked at the Tianhe River and said leisurely.

"Whether I'm a cowherd or not depends on you?"

Qingyu smiled, turned to look at Yi Hui and said, "Since I got on the Queqiao, do you think you can still be a weaver girl?" You see that your costume has also become a farmer, and I have put on a gorgeous fairy dress, who do you think we two can be now? ”

Yi Hui smiled and touched the back of his head, "I thought what you said before was to refuse this kind of game of random mandarin ducks, it turns out that you dug a hole for me." ”

"Look at the classmates behind you, do their eyes envy us now?"

Yi Hui really glanced at the three classmates under the bridge, and it was indeed the case.

"We've known each other for almost a year, haven't we? I'm sorry, because I offended Wang Hanmang, you and your dad saved me twice, I can see that you like me, I like you too, of course my like is not that like, do you understand? ”

That was the first time Qingyu confessed to Yi Hui, and she was excited and apprehensive in her heart, worried that Qingyu still had the second half of the sentence waiting for her, that is, she rejected her love.

"What's wrong with you? Why is your face so bad? Are you sick? Qingyu did see that Yi Hui's face and emotions didn't seem quite right.

"It's not! Maybe I'm too excited. So, you don't hate me, you like me a little, but not to the point of that love, am I right! ”

Qingyu snorted, then continued to look at Tianhe and said, "Who do you say is harder, the Cowherd or the Weaver Girl?" ”

Yi Hui didn't understand the meaning of sunny rain! So he opened his mouth and said, "It's all hard!" ”

Qingyu shook her head and said: "The Weaver Girl lives in the sky, the Cowherd lives on the earth, one day in the sky, the Cowherd is a year." That is to say, the Cowherd climbs the Magpie Bridge every Qixi Festival, and can only see the Weaver Girl. In other words, the Weaver Girl came to visit the Cowherd every day, and it was two months of heavenly time. Two months is a fraction of time on the ground. Who do you say is harder? ”

"Cowherd!"

"The Weaver Girl will go to Queqiao in two months, the Cowherd is no longer alive, who do you say is suffering?"

"Weaver Girl!"

"That's right, you said that I'm a weaver girl, will I be very sad?"

Yi Hui nodded, he didn't understand why Yi Hui said that.

Now, I think of the spiritual journey again, full of youth, and even more ignorant and ambiguous.

Yi Hui found that he always liked to remember, whether he was going to die. It is said that only after death, before the soul enters the door of rebirth, it must have an instantaneous experience of this life---- an instant experience, an instant is eternal, this feeling is beautiful, and good things are always fleeting, but the time is too short. However, Yi Hui faintly had his own understanding. It's as if the rain is telling yourself a truth: don't think that time is short, even if it is short, a moment is the passage of thousands of years. On the other hand, it's a different story, you feel that the experience of suffering is long, but in fact it is only for a moment. Time is illusory, and so is space. In people's eyes, the same time, everyone's perception of time is different, some people feel that an hour flies quickly, and some people feel that an hour has a feeling of spending days like years.

Why is it that in the same time, everyone has a different sense of how fast or slow time is? Such a problem is the problem of the consciousness and soul of man. Yi Hui pondered the relationship carefully.

Spiritual power is said to be the control of the speed and slowness of time, while spirit power is the control of the emptiness of space. When a person's memory is good, his soul power is full, and when he feels that time can be controlled by himself, it is when his spiritual power is relatively full. A person's sense of time, can be flexibly controlled, and when time passes slowly, after adjusting one's own mentality, one finds that happy times always pass quickly. If you feel that time is passing quickly, you may want to adjust yourself to make it pass more slowly.

It's just that Yi Hui suddenly remembered a question, these feelings are all subjective feelings. On the earth, a day is about 24 hours, and there is a clock to keep time, and this kind of life of watching the time all day long is not something that everyone will have. Often after getting busy, they ignore the passage of time.

When listening to his parents talk about various topics, Yi Hui can always hear such words: After the age of forty, there are old and young, and many confusing things need to be solved. This is the original meaning of not being confused. And after going to bed late and waking up late, I feel that time has become shorter, and the length of each day is obviously much shorter than before the age of 20. It feels like time flies, and a lot of it is consumed unconsciously.

The sense of time can also be called the sense of time. People in the world think it's the seventh sense. People with a strong sense of time feel that time passes very slowly, and people with a poor sense of time will feel that time passes quickly.

The feeling of time is slow and fast, there are front and back, up and down, movement and stillness. Whatever it is? It's just a sense of self all the time. With a clock timer, you will hear the tick-tock, is this the sound of time? When you walk through the cafeteria, you smell the aroma of rice and vegetables, this is the time to eat, is this the taste of time?

What does the time look like? It's not like a box in the house that can hold a lot of miscellaneous items. It is not like the flowers in the garden, which are so bright and beautiful. It is not like the appearance of a girl, which allows different men to judge each other.

Time is all around us, and we revolve around time. Time is not around us, as if a god, through the beautiful crystal ball, see the puppet's every move in the crystal ball.

Time is playing with the people, appearing at the wrong point in time, and then disappearing at the right point in time.

Time is always on the move, and change is the only characteristic of time. Without change, there will be no time.

Yi Hui didn't know what kind of vortex he fell into, the more he thought about time, the more he felt that time passed quickly.

If you really have a seventh sense, Yi Hui feels that he has fallen into self-denial and has a process of self-repair. Is it the mystery of time, or is it the change?

There is no end, and it is easy to return to a kind of transcendent technique that is comprehended from the mystery of the space-time slash of the soul.

This is also called the beginning. At the beginning, there was none, not really not, but the speed from the beginning to the end of the path was very fast, the speed of light was not fast, it was not enough, and it was said that the fastest consciousness could not achieve the effect of transcending time and space. That's the peculiarity of over-distance.

The end is also called the end. At the end, there was a sense of presence. Why is it possible to travel through time and space? This is the miracle created by the combination of a sense of time and space.

There is nothing to do, Yi Hui once again with the help of skills, found that the change in front of him is a little strange, from the hundred gardens after all the things experienced, just like the scene in reverse order, Yi Hui did not find the rain. But at the moment when the two of them were tracking Mills, Yi Hui stopped the output of soul power. It's strange to say that Yi Hui actually saw a black shadow shining lightning on himself and Qingyu Zhou.

What exactly is that dark shadow? Yi Hui missed that scene, but he couldn't turn back time again. The doubts in my heart were even greater. Time has been moving forward, back to the present again.