Chapter 230 Scales

   Xu Guangling had always let the flow take its course before practicing Taijiquan, Sanshou, Kaitianbu and Fuxijue, but now, he has inexplicably more expectations.

In fact, it is not inexplicable. Seeing that the progress has been accelerated, and it is an unknown number of times of fast-forward acceleration, the nine nodes connecting the red flowers in the five-color flowers have already been washed away by two, which makes Xu Guangling can't help but want to leave the rest. The next seven nodes were blown away in one go.

   has nothing to do with the result after flushing.

   Well, it can also be said to be some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder, "imperfection discomfort".

   So in the following days, his mind will be more immersed in this aspect. After two trials of going and not going, it was concluded that the mist was indeed a propeller for practicing Fuxi Jue and it was a powerful propeller. Every night, Xu Guangling must go to the park.

   Then he confirmed another thing again.

   That is, with his absorption, the fog in the park is indeed decreasing day by day.

   Seeing that the boundless mist was absorbed into thinness and thinness by him day by day, Xu Guangling was a little terrified, frightened by his swallowing absorption. Before that, he never thought that his body could absorb the mist of this whole small world.

  Although the mist was vague and not real, it was still too exaggerated.

   In comparison, the mist that he poured into the wood and jade and absorbed by the two old men was not worth mentioning at all. The two were roughly analogous, and it was even more than 10,000, even more outrageous.

Even this pitiful absorption made the spirits of the two old men become more and more exuberant day by day. As a result, Xu Guangling was stunned, but also vaguely understood why in the last dream, he would accept it. To the sentence "Yang Guan is easy to break, Yin lock is difficult to open".

  If there is no such thing as the fog that is accidentally touched, it is estimated that he will be able to open the node after a long, long, long time, and it is estimated that each node will cost him a lot of time.

   Just thinking about it for a moment, Xu Guangling's scalp was numb.

   There are really two different results, the difference is too outrageous, one is based on "days", and the other is at least based on "years", right? And most likely not one year, two years or three years, but ten years, twenty years and thirty years...

   "The water in here is really too deep!"

  Even if he was lucky enough to step into the light-speed tunnel of practice, Xu Guangling still had difficulty sighing like this. It was from this day that he started to keep a diary.

"In life, there are too many coincidences. What will have an impact on reality and have a major impact, sometimes, not from necessity, but from accident. An inadvertent accident may turn the world upside down and be completely different. This I have to sigh, that thing that has been called 'destiny' by countless people throughout the ages."

   "If you say it doesn't exist, I don't know how many people feel the same way."

   "If it has, who is controlling it?"

   "At this moment, a scale appears in my mind. At one end of it, there are diligence, hard work, hard work, struggle, accumulation, and development... At the other end, it is called destiny."

   In the first diary, Xu Guangling recorded this.

   Sighing in the diary, sighing outside the diary, thinking about the present, thinking about the past, although Xu Guangling was not depressed again, but still he was not in his thoughts.

   In the face of this turbulent emotion, Xu Guangling could only repeat his old tricks.

  So, about half an hour later, another new piece of music was born, and Xu Guangling named it "Fate".

   This is another piece of melody that has no fixed melody. In other words, the melody is very weird and not continuous, and there is no so-called echoing or connecting end to end.

The music, starting from a gentle, clear and shallow stream, slowly overflows from the water outlet, flowing over the plain, over the mountain stream, over the green grass, and over the barren, the next moment, it seems to be just A very normal loop, but what followed was a flying stream that went down three thousand feet.

  The clear and shallow stream suddenly merged with thousands of streams, and the torrent went straight down the mountains and rivers, flying pearls and splashing jade, resounding through the sky.

   The scattered flying beads and pieces of jade are here transformed into a continuous and turbulent musical note, like light, like electricity, like thunder, like shooting stars...

   And here, it is only about one-tenth of the music, and it can be said that it is just the beginning.

   Since the creation of the last piece "Creation", Xu Guangling's music creation has indeed broken a certain bondage, and there is no fixed music or melody that can limit him.

   is like a fish in the sea, and like a bird in the sky.

  It is only the fish and birds themselves that can cause limitations, and the outside world, the heaven and earth for the body and mind to swim, is both boundless and boundless.

After the creation of    "Fate", Xu Guangling was at peace in body and mind.

   Destiny can be felt but cannot be grasped. You can fear it, ignore it, alienate it, but you cannot get close to it. As far as people are concerned, the things that can be approached and grasped are those who are diligent, hardworking, hardworking, struggling, accumulating, and developing...

   In such a state of mind, Xu Guangling worked day and night.

  The years are like the flow of water, very flat and very fulfilling.

   During the day, boxing, sleeping, reading, thinking, and making vermicelli, um, and playing chess. Of course, the main class and small talk in Zhang's hometown every night is the absolute focus.

Boxing in the morning, from effective to ineffective at the beginning, used to be a bit boring, but since absorbing the mist, Xu Guangling's body and mind seemed to have undergone some kind of transformation. Under such circumstances, even the very beginning of Tai Chi, Xu Guangling called again, and it also became like an old wine, mellow and thick, with endless taste.

   Correspondingly, Zhang Lao and Chen Lao are even more enthusiastic and actively engaged. Their immersion level can be described as "addiction", just like children who are addicted to their favorite play and cannot extricate themselves.

   In the sound sleep after boxing, Xu Guangling almost never dreamed at this stage. Once he fell asleep, he was sound, and his body and mind stretched until the afternoon, when the sun was shining.

   And on a sunny afternoon, Xu Guangling has a lot to do.

Reading, thinking, or building a "memory bank" in his mind is a great and interesting thing for Xu Guangling now. Just like the two old people are addicted to practice, Xu Guangling feels that this stage He is also a little addicted to reading, thinking and memory.

   I felt the "self-library" in my mind being enriched and expanded little by little. The taste of it is indescribable. I can only say that it is very good, very good!

  If a worker wants to do a good job, he must first sharpen his tools.

   What Xu Guangling feels now is that with a sharp axe, chopping wood has become a pleasure, which makes it hard to extricate oneself. ——After becoming unforgettable and able to "really present" books in his mind, Xu Guangling now feels itchy when he doesn't read for a day.

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   (end of this chapter)