Omniscient and Almighty

   Chapter 263 The Seventh Dream

  After returning from the park in the morning, I cooked and had dinner. After the meal, I fell asleep.

  Dream, colorful flower show.

   Threads and strands are like mist, dew and rain, pouring from the red flowers that are completely blooming and peerless, to the yellow flowers that have gradually become pure. Although it is said that it has gradually become pure, its clarity is still far from that of red flowers.

   Xu Guangling did not know when and when the two would be comparable.

  It seems that without the push of the "mist", the speed of the movement and transformation by its own power is almost stagnant.

   What's more, this is only the second flower.

  After this second flower, there are third, fourth, and fifth flowers!

Finding a new source of fog, or another driving force comparable to fog, seems to be something that should and must be done. Otherwise, Xu Guangling will probably have the opportunity to have a good understanding of what it means to "break the yang gate, but the yin lock is difficult." opened.

   Maybe it will take ten or eight years for all the five-color flowers to bloom?

   This is still too optimistic.

   In short, normal practice without relying on "external force", the speed of progress is really not optimistic.

   But for the time being, Xu Guangling did not take any action in this regard.

   Now, the speed of progress is really slow, but at the same time, the experience in the practice process is also very subtle. That kind of indistinct pouring and changing, Xu Guangling seemed to see a kind of eternity in the stagnation.

  Yes, the practice of Fuxi Jue in every sound sleep is really not great in terms of the progress of the five-colored flowers, or there is almost no trace.

   But every time I wake up from a deep sleep, my mood is always unusually peaceful and distant.

Wake up, stand by the window, watch the sun turn around, watch the gentle breeze blow, watch the clouds roll or relax in the sky, Xu Guangling always has a feeling of standing on the side of time and space, watching the water of time flow slowly by his feet. . It seems that if you squat down and stretch out your hand, you can touch the time and pick up the time.

   Ephemerality and eternity, flow and eternity, meet in this way.

It is precisely because of such an experience that, although the effect of Fuxi Jue practice is not very great in his sleep every day, Xu Guangling still has no urgency. In that fog, dew and rain, immersed in the five-color flowers, immersed in the stagnation, immersed in the flow and eternity.

   And if this feeling is very subtle and wonderful, then the "special training" every afternoon, for Xu Guangling, is a process from extremely quiet to extremely dynamic.

   With the advancement of the training schedule and the rapid establishment of Xu Guangling's own fighting system, the training intensity arranged by the opponent is also increasing day by day.

   This made Xu Guangling feel like he was still alive after daily training, although he would not be exhausted.

  Nine dead is a psychological feeling.

   As for the body, with his current resilience, it’s really hard to get exhausted. Always the old power is not exhausted, and the new power comes again, endlessly, the wildfire is not exhausted, and the spring breeze blows again.

Even after training, he was so tired that he couldn't even move a little finger, but when he sat in the car and arrived at Zhang's hometown after about half an hour's drive, he was full of energy again, as if he had slept for three days and three nights. .

   Then he performed acupuncture for the little girl Zhou Qingzhu. While doing acupuncture, she communicated with the little girl about the solitaire game of poetry.

   Then cook and eat.

   Then gossip in class.

   and go back.

   After sleeping and eating, go to the park again.

   This is Xu Guangling's day.

   After a few days, Xu Guangling went to the park every night again.

   Of course, he didn't absorb that mist again. The winter flowers are pitiful, thin and unbearable to pick.

Xu Guangling just sat quietly on the bench, facing the grass carpet that was yellow but still green, and relaxed his mind. In a state that was difficult to describe in words, he knew his spirit and his body and blended with the mist. Together, blend with the grass and trees in the park, blend with this land, blend with this space.

  Perhaps, this can be regarded as a certain degree of "harmony between man and nature".

And in this state of unity, Xu Guangling seems to be the master of this place. The changes in water, the movement of insects and birds, the shaking of plants and trees, and so on, all the movements in this small world are clear. It appeared like a thread in Xu Guangling's induction.

   Xu Guangling clearly felt how the dew was created from nothing and condensed at the bottom of the leaves.

   Xu Guangling clearly felt how the insects and birds moved from movement to stillness, perched dormant in the dark.

Xu Guangling clearly felt how the park, including the back mountain, all the grass and trees, the big leaves and the small leaves, including the small grass tips, swayed in the night wind, and, occasionally, due to seasonal reasons. The dead leaves that were stripped off by the trees swirled in the air and landed in a graceful manner.

   These are all picturesque and like music.

On this occasion, countless melodies emerged in Xu Guangling's consciousness, like the condensation of dew, the movement of insects and birds, the shaking of grass and trees, and the fluttering of leaves, but Xu Guangling's mind was in the In an ethereal state, these melodies that appear have no follow-up, they swirl up and down, and they do not form a song or tune.

  If there is any will, Xu Guangling can use this to compose one or two pieces, three pieces and five pieces, ten pieces and eight pieces, or even thousands of pieces or even more.

   But from the beginning to the end, Xu Guangling just looked at these "sounds of nature" indifferently or without any thoughts. In the world of his consciousness, they came and went, and they went and came, and they were endless and swaying.

   One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eight, ninety pieces.

  Thousands of thousands of pieces, countless pieces, flying into the plum blossoms but never seen.

   After a few days, I don't know when, when Xu Guangling was sitting on the bench, his body and mind were connected to this world as always, at a certain moment, all those fragments that appeared in his consciousness suddenly disappeared.

  The condensation of water vapor disappeared.

  The stinging breath of the insect bird disappeared.

  The swagger of vegetation disappeared.

  All movement and stillness, all sense and knowledge, all disappeared.

Xu Guangling was actually still conscious and did not enter a state of complete slumber, but his consciousness at this time seemed to be thrown into a still or frozen time and space, thus showing a kind of "although it exists, but it still exists". blank" state.

   Incessantly.

vaguely.

   lost all perception, and lost any sense of time.

   After an unknown amount of time, in this indescribable state, in Xu Guangling's consciousness, an ancient book emitting a faint blue light appeared, and the pages slowly opened.

   One page opens, like a world.

   Three Holy Laws, past.

   Ninety percent, past.

   Twenty-four cheap methods, Fuxi tactic, past, Shennong tactic, past, when the third page is reached, the page is still.

   And what appeared on the page was the handwriting that also exuded a faint blue light——

   Xuanyuan Wang Qi Art.

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   (end of this chapter)