Ning Que seriously recalled the feelings in the dream, and said: "In my dream, those continuous breaths that seem to be uninterrupted but can be heard regularly finally become some kind of materialized existence, warm drops converge together, and finally envelop my body, but no matter how I touch and hold it, I can't hold those things that seem to be smoother than water, I can only watch them slip through my fingers." ”

Lu Qingchen forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, and asked in a deep voice: "How big is the range of what you feel in your dream, no, should it be like something? A basin of water, a small stream, or a small pond?"

Ning Que raised his head and replied in a daze: "It seems to be ...... It's a sea. ”

Lu Qingchen's body stiffened slightly, and then he fell back on the cushion weakly, and after being silent for a long time, he laughed at himself, his smile looked a little tired, and muttered: "Yes, how is it possible?"

Ning Que had roughly guessed from his expression that things were not as he had imagined, but he still didn't give up and asked, "Mr. Lu, is this the first realm you are talking about? Is it the breath of heaven and earth that I feel?"

The old man Lu Qingchen patted him on the shoulder to express comfort, and said in a slightly astringent voice: "The first realm is the first acquaintance, I told you a few days ago, this refers to the cultivator's mind from the Qi Sea and Snow Mountain, and begins to realize the existence of the breath of heaven and earth, in other words, this is the first moment when the secular people open their eyes and see this new world. ”

"The world he sees at first glance determines the practitioner's future future, because what he sees and feels in his eyes is the projection of the natural vitality of heaven and earth on his mind, and the purer, purer, stronger, and tighter the mind he obtains from meditation, the greater the range of vitality he feels. ”

The old man looked at Ning Que quietly and said: "When a cultivator with poor qualifications first met, he could only feel the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in a small area around his body, and the projection on his soul was just a basin of water...... Then he will definitely become a great cultivator in the world in the future. ”

Ning Que frowned and wanted to say something, but was stopped by the old man.

The old man continued: "There are very few people at the peak of the realm of knowing fate in the world today, and among them, the Southern Jin Dynasty Sword Saint Liu Bai's qualifications are the most amazing, this Sword Saint entered the Primordial Realm when he was less than six years old, and as soon as he entered the Primordial Realm, he saw a flowing yellow river! This is a true genius! This is why he crisscrosses the south with the Yellow River Sword Intent in one hand, and is now regarded by cultivators in the world as the person most likely to break through the Five Realms!"

Seeing a Yellow River is the most powerful cultivator in the world, but what about seeing a piece of the sea? Ning Que was silent for a long time, although he hid a lot of secrets, he never thought he was a genius, let alone this kind of genius who was more perverted than the world-recognized genius, but he was still a little ...... Don't be reconciled.

Maybe it sounds a little arrogant, a little out of proportion, or ...... Narcissism. ”

He carefully chose the words, lowered his head and said slowly: "Is it possible, I am really stronger than that Southern Jin Sword Saint, not to say stronger...... It's just that because I've been meditating for years, I feel a little more when I first get acquainted?"

"What is wider than a rushing river? I don't know, but certainly it won't be the boundless sea, because these are two completely different concepts. ”

The old man Lu Qingchen looked at Ning Que who lowered his head, sighed softly, and said, "Child, do you know what the sea represents when you first met? That represents the heaven and earth vitality of the whole world. ”

"No one can see everything in that whole world the first moment they open their eyes when they enter that new world, because it is impossible, not even the legendary saints. ”

He patted the young man's slightly stiff shoulder again, smiled comfortingly, and said, "Although it's just a dream, it's also a good dream." ”

Ning Que left in silence.

He was already downset about cultivation, if it weren't for the old man Lu Qingchen's recent encounters, which made him have some superfluous thoughts, his mood at this time would probably be much better, as the so-called If there is no hope, naturally it doesn't matter if there is disappointment, if he is desperate at the beginning, then the hope at the beginning will not appear at all.

The little maid Sang Sang brought the hot water basin to him, quickly twisted the towel, and then put the slightly hot mist towel on his tired face, and asked curiously, "Young master, what did you ask tonight?"

Ning Que's voice came out from under the hot towel, as if it had become much wetter by the mist, and it hummed in a low voice: "I'm going to sue Old Man Lu, I have a little secret, so I won't tell you, but since I sued you, shouldn't you sue me, you have already seen my little secret, and then cast your body in front of me, a gifted cultivation genius?"

Sang Sang repeated this passage in his mind without interruption, and then felt a little dizzy and quickly rubbed his eyebrows. She tore off the towel on Ning Que's face and scrubbed it twice in the water, twisted her waist and splashed the water out of the car, and said, "Young Master, it looks like you have become a more idiot this time." ”

It really looks like an idiot, Ning Que turned around, looked at the stars above the field through the car window, subconsciously touched his cheeks with his palm, touched the little freckles that couldn't be touched at all, and muttered in a low voice: "Isn't it great to be able to play flying swords?"

Sang Sang couldn't help but shake his head when he heard him talking nonsense that he didn't understand.

Ning Que sat up and took out the already worn out Taishang Induction Chapter, did not open it, but stared at the cover in silence for a long time, as if to see what secrets were hidden inside.

"Bring the washbasin. His voice had calmed down a lot.

Lit the fire and folded it, and got to the corner of the book, and after a while, the old yellow book began to burn, and he easily opened his fingers, allowing this Taishang induction chapter that had accompanied him for many years to fall into the brass basin, burning faster and faster.

Sang Sang watched this scene in amazement.

Watching the pages curl and turn black in the flames, and then suddenly burst out of the flames, and finally turned into layers of ash, Ning Que's right hand beside the car window tightened slightly, and he felt that his heart became a little empty, as if a friend who had been with him for many years was gone away and never came back, and it was like a dream from his youth bursting like a bubble.

"Am I a bit of a waste?" he asked.

Sangsang shook his head.

Ning Que smiled and said: "No one is better than my archery, no one is more ruthless than my sword, and people as big as me are not as many as I have killed." I'm not a waste of firewood, I'm a firewood collector from Sobi Lake, but I can't juggle with a flying sword, and if I have the opportunity in the future, I will kill a few of him like a horse thief...... Damn, great cultivator, I'll show you. ”

Sangsang pursed his lips tightly and nodded with a smile.

This is not self-consolation after self-abandonment, but Ning Que's firm understanding, those brave guards at the Beishan Daokou almost defeated a great sword master, so why can't he? There are no truly invincible people in this world, those worldly masters are still people, so he can defeat them.

In that world, in this world, there are many people who find that their abilities are actually very poor, and when they can't complete their dreams, they will be lost, painful, inferior and even autistic, and then there are many people who will indulge in this kind of pain or success fantasy, and keep struggling in the cage of their hearts in the hope of returning to the past.

found that he couldn't write the dream of Qinglou, a new four famous novels that could be hidden in the deep mountains and passed down for thousands of years, so he locked himself up in a mountain village for 30 years, drank some porridge every day, wore his hair and used his left hand as a red sleeve, and thought that he was Cao Xueqin?

Ning Que has never been such a person, if he can't be Cao Xueqin, he will be Jin Yong, if he can't be an emperor, he will be a calligrapher, if he can't be a general, he will be a scholar, and if he can't be a cultivator, so what?

People who go to the dark and die on a road are not wrong, although the people around them will suffer, they may even succeed in the end, but those who have the will and determination to choose a new path immediately may be more worthy of respect.

Life is a good fellow, and it actually takes more courage to make him turn back than to let him keep going.

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