The moonlight pointed out a gray path to Yun Poyue, extending infinitely, winding and undulating, like a dead snake that had lost its vitality. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The head of the snake rushed into the distance, and the tail of the snake was thrown to the world.

However, it was cold and lifeless.

Lifeless.

Before the sun rises.

It's always conveying a dark, obscure, even aimless direction.

No one is looking for the end of the road, just as no one is looking for the beginning.

Because none of that matters.

Unnecessary.

As long as the people of Stinky Water Village plough the land, raise pigs, fish, drive boats, and have wine to drink and eat, they will close the door at night and commit adultery and theft with their wives.

They don't care even if the sky falls.

The sky fell, everyone died.

What are you afraid of?

So whims are not good characters.

The brain melon is even worse.

For a long time, the concept of Stinky Water Village has been deeply ingrained. An extremely closed circle. A mud puddle that foams at each other. A prison of mutual hatred.

Hostile to each other.

Be suspicious of each other.

Fear each other.

Fight each other.

Of course, we also unite with each other. Heckling each other. Knock each other out. Take advantage of each other. Tear each other down. That smile reveals two points of **** and eight points of hypocrisy.

Yun Poyue lived in a small village for fifteen years.

Although there is nothing to do.

But it's okay, at least no one forced him to brush him with chicken soup for the soul.

Refining life mottos.

The secret art of dealing with the world.

Avenue to Success.

Because no one will.

In addition to killing pigs, plowing pigs, matching cattle, striking iron, planting vegetables, hoop buckets, and selling shoes and socks for mothers-in-law and doing business, Stinky Water Village basically does not have the fertile soil for producing life guidance masters for hundreds of years. The villagers don't look down on this kind of person at all. Since you know 500 years before and 500 years later, you know half of the things in the sky, and you know everything about the underground, and you can pinch and calculate, dance and dance Xuanxuan, why didn't you take care of yourself in advance?

The people of the village firmly declared that such posturing, bizarre, and impractical things would probably not be liked even if they were as stupid as pigs.

Pigs love bran and wild vegetables.

Yun Poyue understands that for many years, the village has actually only pursued two maxims, teaching by word and deed, reviewing from generation to generation, awakening the mind and brain, and enlightening the mind.

It's fun to learn and apply.

Like a treasure of life:

Don't be hungry when you're full.

Beauty, everyone looks, don't look at white, don't look at it!

Thirty years ago, when Yun broke through the moon and said goodbye to his mother, he ran out of the house, facing the gray and white dirt road that zigzags forward in the moonlight and is eternal and immortal, and walked forward in a daze.

As for becoming a god or a ghost, there is no way to know.

His only capital is only youth.

But soon Yun Poyue knew that reality unmistakably told him that what you are proud of is actually worthless!

Everyone suffers from ravages in life.

Over and over.

No surprise.

There are only two endings:

The first is to compromise, commit to the thug of fame and fortune, put down the shelf, and let it be at his mercy.

is a good example, she is not ashamed, standing in front of you proudly, carrying a bag of 50,000 yuan, shaking the key of Cadillac, and on her fingers, it is a diamond ring as big as Iraq shining with charming brilliance!

The second is hard-heartedness. Cold and hard as iron, while tending to the flames, while desperately climbing up, to a certain height, a certain level, and then turn back and ravage others.

It's the law of life.

There is no one who can escape this probability.

When he understood this truth, Yun Poyue later handled everything calmly.

The only thing he had to do was fight for it.

Whether it's chicken feet or gold.

These things will never come to the door on their own.

So it must be fought for.

There are also three explanations for fighting:

First, the desire for profit.

First, unscrupulous means.

One is wishful thinking.

None of them are positive abilities.

Positive energy only exists after success, success and fame, what should come is coming, what should not be come, and what is not coming. Including beautiful flowers, including sweet coins. Including positive energy.

But before that, there is only cynicism and suppressed blows uninvited!

It's even worse than that.

If you want something, you have to give it up.

Self-explanatory.

It goes without saying.

How can there be so many advantages in the world for you to take advantage of?

If you don't experience wind and rain, how can you see a rainbow, no one can succeed casually!

Many people don't know that there are many successful people who actually want to forget about success, dodge success, and avoid success, because the price paid for success is too great to look back.

Let him talk about success, that is, to stick a knife in the heart. Sprinkle salt on the wound!

Fortunately, people are shameless and thick-skinned enough.

I will always find a reasonable explanation and a suitable reason for my shamelessness.

This is the best footnote to the flood of success studies.

However, thirty years ago, on a moonlit night, specifically the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, Yun Poyue left home and ran between the city and the countryside, and at this time, there was no hope of success in him.

Except for the writer who was interested in interviewing and doing a biography of him, no one would be interested in that journey.

In the biography written for Mr. Yun Poyue, a master of martial arts and a famous chicken claw Yue, about leaving home at the age of fifteen, the talented writer gave him an unbridled imagination and extremely full of enthusiasm. From the sky, the stars, the moonlight, to the dirt roads, to the endless fields covered with white veil. It seems that even the wind that night, in order to see off the future successful people, blew extremely ambiguously for no reason.

Of course, biographers are full of knowledge, and they say that it is the beginning of success, and they are only for the sake of writing books. Art for art's sake. You must know that Yun Poyue left home in a daze, and what he desperately hoped for in his heart was not success, success was empty and far away from him.

Yun Poyue wanted to get something concrete.

For example, the charming and sexy big white flour steamed buns, such as stir-fried vegetables, pork head meat. Noisy white rice. There is also a large and bright house. Large candles were lit and new bedding was laid. In addition to the old lady in the house, if there are more girls in floral clothes, it will naturally not be bad.

But don't be like the "big three" daughter-in-law of the Wang family next door.

The main thing is that your endless passion is to be rewarded.

Step into heaven.

And not the other way around.

Many years later, Yun Poyue was in the midst of turbulence and displacement, and heard a story:

A young eagle fell into the chicken coop and grew up with those chicks. Chickens regard chickens as beauty, and young eagles are naturally discriminated against because of their mistakes and mixed into the poultry world.

Relegated to the alternative.

One day, an eagle flew in the sky.

Fighting clouds, negative sky.

Fly against the wind.

The chickens dodged.

Only the young eagle stood in the hen's pen, looked up at the blue sky, and said enviously, "When will I be like it?"

The chickens were extremely disdainful and spit on them: "It's up to you!

On a bright night, the moonlight shines on the world. Yun Poyue wielded his chicken claws, using his flesh and blood, and the mundane iron in his hands, after creating another miracle in the world. He suddenly knew what the story was all about. Unconsciously threw away the weapon in his hand, fell to the ground, and wept loudly...... (To be continued.) )