Chapter 463, Forced by Life [Second Update]
Since coming here in the afternoon, Qin Kun has been meditating. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
In my mind, there are the words of the "Infinite Sutra".
This kind of thing exists in the brain, just like the 'array scroll', it is memory, and you can only use it if you learn the content in it. It is not limited by the system, but it cannot be used in an instant like other Taoist techniques.
In the afternoon, Qin Kun was dizzy when he looked at those words.
Ever since he got the 'Array Scroll', his progress has been slow, because he doesn't like to read. Now that he had another Taoist scripture in his head, Qin Kun felt that his brain cells were running out of ideas.
"What the hell is this for?"
The survival task is to obtain an exclusive physique, and it stands to reason that the "Infinite Sutra" should have something to do with his physique 'Kunlun Bone', but no matter how you look at it, this is like a manual for exercising the body, and there are a lot of terms about acupuncture points written in it, and Qin Kun can hardly recognize a few.
After several hours of reading, Qin Kun found nothing and finally gave up.
It seems that the awakening of the physique is not enough with this thing alone.
It's just that when will the second phase task come?
When he opened his eyes, Qin Kun found that it was already dark, he was slightly stunned, he closed his eyes and looked at the scriptures, he only felt that it was just a while, but he didn't expect it to be dark?
In the room, there was a woman sitting.
Seeing Qin Kun wake up, the woman said, "Awake?" We're going to leave in a moment. ā
The woman was holding Qin Kun's backpack, and on the table, many magic weapons were lined up.
The karmic sword, the chisel life cone, the four elephant plates, the flowing cloud shirt, and the tortoise shell that Tianqi Du did not give him in the Ten Dead Cities - 'Xuanwu Hexagram'.
Many yellow papers, coins, incense candles and other miscellaneous items are neatly stacked.
Qin Kun saw the woman staring at her motionlessly and asked, "Do you have anything to say?" ā
The woman looked at Qin Kun: "What did you call me at noon?" ā
The woman's clothes were simple and plain, and her expression was a little cold, but she couldn't hide the curiosity in her eyes.
Qin Kun took a cigarette in his mouth and paused word by word: "Du Qinghan, is there a problem?" ā
The woman was slightly stunned, and then smiled slightly: "Why is it called this?" ā
Why is it called this?
Qin Kun had a funny expression on his face: "Then what should I call you?" ā
The woman thought for a while and said seriously: "Actually, I don't have a name, they all call me 'Du Ye', so you should also call me Du Ye." ā
"But...... I smiled at your name, and I will be called Du Qinghan in the future! ā
The cigarette in Qin Kun's mouth fell to the ground......
The woman's aura was very sufficient, and when she saw Qin Kun's gaffe, she shook her head and smiled.
"Are these your magic weapons? Our ancestors of the Du family are mountain movers, but unfortunately some unique skills have not been handed down. Why don't you join the gang and join me in the pot? ā
Qin Kun jumped up.
"Stop! Stop me! I'm a serious person, and I'm not short of money! ā
Qin Kun is trembling a little now, Du Qinghan's name turned out to be his own?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
It's an endless loop, the beginning and the end, it shouldn't all be yourself!
If you don't join the house, you won't join the house, why is the reaction so big?
Du Qinghan left inexplicably, and outside the house, Feng Qiang walked in.
"Awake? As soon as I woke up and saw that you were still meditating, I didn't call you. Feng Qiang took an egg in his mouth, took two pickles and buns and walked in.
"Eat something? I heard that I set off in a while. ā
Qin Kun didn't reply, Feng Qiang found that Qin Kun's expression was not normal, and he was puzzled. To be reasonable, this kind of rough blank surnamed Qin should not have this kind of emotion, Feng Qiang has often seen this kind of expression in the bureau, it is melancholy of excessive thinking, young people should have the vitality of young people, this person is young, and he has a lot of ability, what are you worried about?
"What's the matter, it's the same as the ruined girl? Tell me about you, Brother Feng? ā
Qin Kun smoked a cigarette and saw the neatly stacked magic weapons on the table, his eyes glazed.
"It's nothing, it's just a matter of thinking about ...... problem"
Feng Qiang pouted: "How old are you, you look like you're pretending to be profound, it's not me who blows, we've seen a lot since we were young, I can definitely answer your questions!" ā
Although Feng Qiang is subordinate to the General Bureau of Spiritual Investigation, he has excellent character and learning since he was a child, his family background is good, and he went to the army for training, and he is not comparable to ordinary people in all aspects, besides, his knowledge is extraordinary.
I didn't know Qin Kun before, and the two had a conflict, but if they didn't fight, they couldn't make a deal, Feng Qiang had a kind of arrogance, even if he was humiliated by someone stronger than himself, he didn't disdain to be friends with someone weaker than him.
He was born like that. So now, it can be said that he treats Qin Kun as a friend and is ready to enlighten him.
Qin Kun could feel Feng Qiang's kindness, two smoke spewed out of his nose, Qin Kun smiled bitterly: "Feng Qiang, are you so confident?" Then tell me, in this world, there is a chicken or an egg? ā
Feng Qiang's kindness, Qin Kun understood it, but he didn't believe that Feng Qiang could solve this kind of philosophical problem. This kind of life is mixed with a sense of fate, which makes people very powerless, and when you think about it, it is terrifying.
After Qin Kun asked, he found that Feng Qiang did not squeak, and after a while, Feng Qiang opened his mouth word by word.
"It's not easy, there are chickens first!"
Chickens first?
So sure?
"Why?" Qin Kun stared at Feng Qiang, very curious.
Feng Qiang licked his lips, lit a cigarette, his eyes were embarrassed, and his expression was serious: "Of course it is forced by life......"
Fuck you, uncle, Feng Qiang, did I ask you to come over and tell jokes?
I really believe in your evil, and I am serious and waiting for you to enlighten me, and after a long time, you give me this kind of answer? Is it appropriate?!
"Why don't you die?"
At this moment, Feng Qiang spit out smoke and pointed at his brain: "Think about it carefully, isn't what I said wrong?" ā
Feng Qiang left an inexplicable sentence, patted his ass and left.
Qin Kun blinked his eyes, angry and laughing in his heart, and began to think about Feng Qiang's words.
Forced by life?
After going through so much, if Qin Kun translates these four words into words that he understands, it will probably be two words - 'accept fate'.
A nonsensical answer made Qin Kun a little surprised, this answer is quite surprising if you think about it carefully.
Resigned to fate? Hehe......
It seems that these four words are this guy's philosophy of life.
Qin Kun snuffed out the cigarette butt and stretched.
That's right, who is not forced by life?
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At half past eight o'clock in the evening, it was already dark.
Qin Kun was packing his backpack, and suddenly, Feng Qiang's angry shouts came from outside.
The cheers were chaotic, as if there was a conflict.
Qin Kun picked up his backpack and quickly rushed out.
Outside the courtyard, there was a group of people, Feng Qiang was holding an elegant old man's collar, and was in the middle of a burly man, but he didn't let go. The moment he saw the old man, Qin Kun's eyes focused and froze in place.
"It's you! You almost killed Ge Zhan when you killed me, do you know!! ā
Feng Qiang's voice was loud and very angry.
The elegant old man stood indifferent: "Really? Ge Zhan is such a fool, what if he kills him? ā
After the elegant old man finished speaking, he found that someone was staring at him.
In the darkness of the night, he couldn't see the man's appearance clearly, but he could feel that the eyes were exceptionally bright.
The elegant old man looked over and suddenly smiled.
"I remember you, Qin Kun." He said into the darkness.
In the darkness, a voice came out: "Well, I remember you too, Zuo Jinchen." ā