If the person who sees the river is considered the most powerful cultivator, then how powerful is he when he sees the sea? Ning Que was silent for a long time. Although he had a lot of secrets, he never considered himself a genius, let alone a genius who was even more gifted than the world's famous cultivators. But what if this is true?

It may sound overconfident, disrespectful or ...... Narcissism.

He tried to find the right words and lowered his head. "Could it be that I am more powerful than the Sword Saint of the Southern Jin Kingdom? No... I mean, because I've been meditating for many years, when I got into the initial state of consciousness, I felt a much broader realm than he felt.

"What could be wider than a raging torrent? I do not know. But I know it's not an endless sea, because that's not what we're talking about.

Looking at Ning Que with his head down, the old man sighed. "Child, do you know what it means for the sea to be in the state of first knowledge? It is the breath of heaven and earth that is reflected from the sky.

"No one gets to see everything about that whole new world for the first time. It's impossible, not even the legendary sages.

He patted the young man's stiff shoulder and smiled to comfort him. "It's just a dream, but it's still a sweet dream.

Ning Que left silently.

He didn't think much about cultivation at first. If Lu Qingchen hadn't mentioned it these days and encouraged him, he would feel much better now. If there was no hope from the beginning, there will be no disappointment now.

The maid Sangsang placed a basin with hot water next to him. She sank a face towel into the hot water, twisted it, and placed it on his face. She asked curiously, "Young Master, what did you ask tonight?"

"I went to the old man and said to him, 'I have a secret, but I won't tell you, but since I tell you that I know a secret, shouldn't you tell me if you can guess it, and then show your admiration for me as a gifted cultivator?' ”

Sangsang repeated his words silently, still confused by them. She took off the face towel on Ning Que's face, washed it in water, and then turned around and poured water outside the carriage. "Young master, you are a fool this time."

He did feel like an idiot. Ning Que turned around and looked at the stars above the field outside the window. His hand caressed his face as he tried to find the little freckles. He muttered, "You think it's amazing to fly with a sword?" I can wield the Xuanyuan Sword, can I?

Sang Sang shook his head when he heard his strange words.

Ning Que sat up and found his old book, "The Response of the Dao". Instead of turning the page, he stared at the cover for a long time, as if trying to figure out what was hidden inside.

He said in a deep voice, "Bring the basin."

He lit the lighter and put it on the book. Soon, the book began to burn. He let go of his fingers and let the book fall into the basin and burn.

Sangsang watched all this in amazement.

Seeing the book curled, blackened by the fire, and turned to ashes, Ning Que clenched his hand on the windowsill. It felt like an old friend was gone forever and his dreams burst like a bubble.

"I'm useless, right?"

Sangsang shook his head.

Ning Que said with a smile on his face: "No one is better at archery than me, and no one can kill people as ruthlessly as I do. My peers have never killed as many people as I did. I'm not useless. I'm a woodcutter in Shubi Lake. I can't juggle like flying on a sword. But in the future, if there is a chance, I will kill the Great Cultivator like I killed the Horse Gang.

Sang Sang pursed the corners of his lips and smiled. Then she nodded.

This is not self-consolation after encountering failure, but rather a belief in Ningque. At the entrance of Beishan Road, even those bodyguards almost defeated a Great Sword Saint, so why couldn't he? In this world, no one is invincible. No matter how powerful those otherworldly creatures are, they are still human beings that can be defeated.

In this world, in that world of cultivators, many people find themselves without talent and wisdom. Unable to achieve their dreams, they feel disappointed and sad, and even refuse to admit it. Many of them are immersed in the illusion of success, confined themselves to their inner cages, where they are constantly struggling, hoping to go back in time.

Some find themselves lacking the talent needed to write a new masterpiece, Dream of the Green Chamber. They hid in a small village for thirty years, worked very hard to write something, and lived a miserable life. However, this does not mean that they are as talented as Cao Xueqin, the author of "Dream of Red Mansions".

Ning Que has never been such a person. If he can't become a talented person like Cao Xueqin, he will strive to become a person as good as the famous swordsman story writer Jin Yong. If he couldn't become emperor, he would try to be a great calligrapher. If not a general, then a scholar. Therefore, even if he can't become a cultivator, it's not the end of the world.

There's nothing wrong with continuing on a path. While the people who accompany them can be hard and hard, they can also lead to success. But, perhaps, those who are determined to give up and turn to a new path are more honorable.

Life is a stubborn person – it takes more courage to convince him to give up than to persuade him to persevere.

In the past few days, Ning Que has been torn between hope and disappointment, which made him a little unhappy. Then he decided not to think about them anymore. Whether they are happy or unfortunate events, they are a good reason for him to drink until he falls. Just right, Sangsang's old illness returned, and her calves were as cold as cold branches. So, both of them opened a pot of liquor and drank it to their heart's content.

The little maid drank more than half of the wine in the big jar, but Ning Que was the first to fall. Sangsang moved him to the cushion with difficulty, and spread out the blanket to cover him. Then she crawled under the blanket and, as usual, squeezed her calves into his arms.

The air was filled with the smell of wine, and Ning Que had a dream.

In the dream, he felt that he was next to the warm sea. This time, however, he didn't try to stretch out his arms and try to fish as he did in the past. Maybe it was because of Lu Qingchen's advice, reminding him that he was just dreaming. Therefore, he stands in the warm sea and gazes calmly at the sea, like a complete stranger or a passerby, not too much about what happens on the unexpected side.

He smiled in his dream and recalled: "Everything was just an illusion. Nothing scares me.

Maybe it was because Ning Que had never felt extremely calm in his heart, this time, he could clearly remember what the sea looked like. The endless sea is not blue, but green, extremely dark but translucent. It looks like a beautifully carved piece of sparkling jade.

Standing in the green sea, he did not bend down to fish for the slowly flowing green water, but quietly watched them, wondering where they would flow next moment and what shape they would form.

Suddenly, two white flowers appeared in the green sea. Their petals are as white and pure as snow. Other common colors are not visible from the flowers, they are just dull and drab whites.

Sea water smashes into the roots of the white flowers. If they do have roots, combined with the moisture of the green sea, these two white flowers will indeed grow so fast that the naked eye can see the difference. The petals fall off one by one, and each petal blooms a new white flower the moment it falls on the surface of the sea. With such a fast pace, the white flowers quickly spread to the surface of the sea, and soon, the entire sea in front of him was covered with white flowers, stretching all the way to the horizon.

Ning Que looked at the magnificent scenery in front of him. Feeling excited, he lifted his leg to step on the flower and walked towards the horizon. He could feel the tenderness of the white petals touching his bare feet, and they bounced up and down as he walked on them. The feeling of softness, gentleness, gentleness is amazing.

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In the carriage next to the field, Ning Que was lying on the mat on his side. Half of the blanket on his body had been thrown away. His forehead was covered with sweat, and he held those calves in his arms. The skin on the little maid's legs was prettier and fairer than the rest of her body, and it looked like two delicate white flowers.

He frowned, pursing his lips from time to time. I don't know what he's dreaming about, but the leg under the blanket has already kicked subconsciously. He felt a sense of comfort when his legs touched somewhere, and he stopped fidgeting when a satisfied look appeared on his face.

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Dazed and absent-minded, Ning Que had long forgotten that he was in a dream. Although his heart and mind were confused, he managed to walk calmly on the surface of the sea. Walking on the white flowers floating on the surface of the sea, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and his body began to float away from the flowers and fly quickly into the sky.