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A weapon.

Weapons only.

Such a simple and clear truth is clear at a glance, and it took a long time for Yun Poyue to figure it out. After figuring out this truth, the body and mind are consciously harmonized. No worries.

On the one hand, he resented his stupidity, but on the other hand, he cursed the cold world as frost.

Everything happens, of course, after success.

After becoming a god.

The publication began to use a lot of space, exquisite pictures, and exquisite and skillful words to repeatedly promote the strange and strange-looking, sharp, sharp-angled, sharp, and even ugly Qimen blade.

Trace back to the source, human flesh search.

As a result, even the founder of this weapon, the Kanto hero, Bai Nianqing, was excavated, greased, and powdered, and placed in the form of a dried corpse in a glass cabinet in the exhibition hall of the capital for an endless stream of enthusiastic people to see.

However, the image of this famous figure is unsightly.

Less than three feet tall.

With Chiyou's face.

He has Guan Gong's beard.

A head full of gray hair is like a brilliant silver crown!

According to Chen Yanghan, a reporter from the "Dig into the Roots" column and the "Life Problems Daily", this white youth was born with a vision, and the mother was pregnant for three years and six months (author's note, there is a mistake here, in fact, it is also ten months. Fortunately, the moral degradation, extortion, fueling and shame of Ming reporters are well known, and it is not appropriate to explain too much. If they need to, they can sneak into the morgue, take photos of dead female celebrities, hype up the scum students of the Guozijian Music Department who wielded a knife and killed people after a car accident, and even can talk about it, arbitrarily interpret the human pregnancy cycle as a cat three dogs and four ), and then suddenly give birth to a meat ball.

(It seems that reporter Chen has read "The Romance of the Gods".) ）

Then when his father Bai Nao used a kitchen knife to cut open the meat ball, he found that there was a white and chubby little boy lying inside.

Next, there is no Chaotian Aya and Qiankun circle.

There is no Taiyi real person.

Otherwise it's too much like a story.

Thirty sons, inheriting incense, should have been happy in vain, but when he picked up the fat boy and cheered, through the warm and holy rays of sunlight that came in between the window lattices, he suddenly found that the child's brain had a sparse golden hair.

And there is a faint yellow beard around his mouth.

For a moment, like a bucket of snow poured down in the past three or nine days, it was cold from head to foot, and Bai Chao didn't feel that he turned his head, and cast his hateful and resentful gaze on the Virgin Mary who was preparing to be a mother in a joyful mood on the bed.

His poor wife.

(For the description here, please refer to the commentary of the column "Digging into the Roots" and the relevant report of reporter Chen Yanghan)

The calm that had not been restored long ago was broken.

Yun Poyue has been with the master for three years, but she only practiced qi, meditated, took horse steps, and practiced chicken feet, but she didn't know his life experience. His past.

Because Bai Nianqing never said.

No one is allowed to ask.

A person's life story is actually the most difficult unsolved mystery in the world.

Obscure, blurred, broken.

Filled with a lot of forgeries and artificiality.

It's like the human body. The soul of man. The heart of man.

Authenticity is wrapped in layers.

deliberately dressed up, and did everything to be beautiful.

And the splendor of the sky when everyone looked up, but it was empty in an instant.

Master Bai Nianqing often wandered between the bedroom and the corridor like a ghost, muttering and chanting loudly, as if reminiscing about the good old days, and as if venting anger and dissatisfaction.

He's always on the lookout.

Never allow others to come near casually.

At that time, Yun Poyue had no choice but to hide in her room, pulled off two balls of cotton paper to cover her ears, and let the crazy old man sway at will.

This kind of seizure is timeless and uncaused.

So sometimes the clouds break the moon and look forward to the dark, and sometimes they resent the slow sun, so why not jump out of the mountain all at once?

This pain and suffering means nothing to a living person.

The difference is.

Every day it was dark and dawning.

The sun and the moon alternate.

Results are often seen.

It doesn't matter if you like it or you get tired of it.

Or one morning, a man dies in his bed or in the hallway.

What's the difference?

Born without joy, he is already out of control, spending his years empty, consuming rice millet, and doing the most boring thing in a person's life, so what is there to fear of death?

Yun Poyue finally forgot about the existence of the master.

Immerse yourself in your personal emotions.

For a while, he seemed to have forgotten the moves of the chicken claw, no moves, no style, with the heart to prove the reason, with the reason into Zen. At most, Yun Poyue didn't eat for five days.

Drink only a little water.

Later, even water was gone.

Dry body.

The fingers are rough, and then the skin cracks like an oiled mille-feuille.

He fantasized that he had entered the chicken feet.

Or be invaded by that blade little by little.

Crush your body completely.

The body is incomplete, and the flesh and blood are blurred.

and then reorganized.

An extremely painful and hopeless metamorphosis.

The body and breath emit a stench similar to that of animal fur.

A voice shouted:

There is no self and no other, and I forget both things.

It's easy to come by, it's invincible.

Cloud Breaking Moon begins to enter an illusory state.

Years later, he understood that everything has its accident and its inevitable side.

Nothing is absolute.

For example, chicken feet.

It is just the iron of the world.

After smelting, you can also make hoes, sickles, and forge a sharp sword. Some things depend on chance, and some things depend on creation.

Persistence will only blind the eyes of Mount Tai.

So be calm about everything and measure it objectively.

The slightest mistake is a thousand miles.

The use of wonder, in one mind.

Effort is one thing, opportunity is one thing.

One is one, two is two, and one is divided into two. There must be no confusion. This is a famous exposition on the way to success for those students who were invited to Guozijian after Yun Poyue's success.

The speech has been reprinted by many newspapers and periodicals such as "Daming Daily", "Six Dynasties Gold Powder Evening News", "Guozi Jian Taixue Journal" and so on.

And was highly praised by Chen Shimei, the most famous success master of contemporary times.

Immediately afterwards, Yun Poyue attended the National Heroes Conference in the Forbidden City's Dezheng Palace, and was cordially received by senior leaders such as Zhu Yuanzhang and Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, and was awarded the "Ming Ability Medal".

Attend the party together, watch the fireworks, and taste the state banquet.

The rise of fame is unparalleled for a while.

And it was at this time that he learned about the early reports of Master Bai Nianqing.

Yun Poyue used to be in the martial arts, and I heard a great man at that time say: It is not difficult for a person to do a shameful thing in his life, but it is rare to only do bad things and not do good things in his life.

This was his first impression after seeing the "Dig to the Bottom" program and reporter Chen's report.

Thirty sons, should have been happy.

Then why did Master Bai Nianqing, the father of the first hero in Kanto, Bai Nao, angry on the spot?

The reason is simple.

Because the newborn baby's snow-white skin and golden and brilliant hair gave the husband every reason to believe that during her work as a cleaner in a five-star hotel in Beijing, his wife had contact with foreigners from four major continents, five hu and sixteen countries, because of a series of continuous, continuous and unified changes in the form of internal and external movements, thus causing a qualitative leap!

Does quantitative change lead to qualitative change?

Quantitative change is a necessary preparation for qualitative change, and qualitative change is the inevitable result of quantitative change.

Although Bai Haohao is only a peasant who has lived in the countryside for a long time, he is practical and willing to study, so he has a very good grasp of the philosophical evolution between the sexes.

It can't help but be breathtaking. (To be continued.) )