Omniscient and Almighty

   Chapter 826 It's me

   "Why did you write that script? Uncle Xu, have you heard of the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty?" Xu Guangling asked.

"what?"

   Xu Tonghui, of course, has never heard of it!

   "If you haven't heard of it, forget it. Anyway, you are a little cultivator of the Qi Condensation Realm, and it doesn't make any sense to know this."

  “…”

   "Master, I can actually be regarded as a meridian!" Xu Tonghui retorted weakly.

   "Then tell me, which vein did you get through?"

  “…”

   "Go, bring paper and pen, I said, you write." Xu Guangling said.

  Xu Tonghui was stunned for a moment, then went to get the pen and paper at a flying speed.

"There is a fish in Beiming, its name is Kun. Kun is so big, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is. When it turns into a bird, its name is Peng. The back of Peng, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is. When it flies in anger, its wings are like Peng. Clouds hanging from the sky."

   Xu Guangling said while Xu Tonghui remembered.

   Two words with strange pronunciation, Xu Tonghui could not write, so he temporarily replaced them with two circles.

   "And if the accumulation of water is not thick, it will not be able to carry a large boat. If a cup of water is overlaid on the Aotang, it will be a mustard boat."

   "When you put a cup, there is glue. The water is shallow and the boat is big."

   Having said this, Xu Guangling paused and asked, "Do you understand?"

   "Understood! Young master, I understand!" Xu Tonghui nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

   He really understands!

   He knew all about it before, but now, he fully understands what it means for the young master to teach him the new open-frame physical training, and let him start from condensing energy again.

   "Just understand, then I don't need to say it, you don't need to write." Xu Guangling said.

  “…”

   "Master!"

   Xu Tonghui almost grabbed the ground with his head.

   Asking how much sorrow can you have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

   Replace the "sorrow" in this sentence with "grievance" and "complaint", which is almost the portrayal of Xu Tonghui now.

   He has been tormented by the previous words for a long time!

  Master is here again!

   "There are guests here, Uncle Xu, pick them up. Don't bring people to my side." Xu Guangling said lazily, still shaking the reclining chair from time to time.

   Xu Tonghui was taken aback.

somebody is coming?

   He didn't hear anything!

   But he didn't doubt the young master's words at all, and immediately got up and walked towards the front yard.

On the way   , Xu Tonghui still kept these sentences in his mind.

  Master is obviously just getting started.

   He wanted to know what was behind!

   However, no matter how he imagined it, it was impossible to imagine how gorgeous the back was.

   is not the beauty of words, but the beauty of thought.

   That's the real "God flying out of the sky".

   That is also a major cultivator's perception of the peak of life, regardless of the level of "body", just talking about the realm of "heart", only one sentence can describe a cultivator at the level of Xu Tonghui.

   All five bodies are on the ground!

   And a cultivator like Xu Tonghui, at the moment, is just the "Xu and Xue Dove" in that article.

  Xu Tonghui walked through the long courtyard and came to the front door when the visitor knocked on the door.

   On weekdays, the gates are closed.

   "Boom, boom, boom."

   Three sounds were dull but slow.

  Knock on the door, the intensity and the speed of the rhythm are enough to convey a lot of information to the people inside the door.

   After these three slow knocks on the door, the voice of someone outside the door also sounded: "Is it Tonghui?"

   Xu Tonghui opened the door.

   There were two old men standing outside the door, and one of them was the old Miao from the Juxing Building.

   "Miao Lao!" Xu Tonghui cupped his hands and bowed slightly as a salute, "I have been thinking about when I will go to Juxinglou to ask the seniors again. Miao Lao, this is the senior..."

"Tonghui, I'm visiting today, and I'm going to introduce it again." The old man surnamed Miao said with a smile, "The old man Miao Xinghe, this one, whose surname is Chang and whose name is Zhenhe, is the same as the old man, and he is also the deputy gatekeeper of Sihaimen. host."

   "Miao Lao, Chang Lao, please, please come in!"

   "Tonghui, what are you holding?" Miao Xinghe asked with a smile while walking in the courtyard.

   "Oh, this..." Only then did Xu Tonghui realize that he still had the paper and pen in his hand.

   He would never be so stupefied!

   is all the fault of the young master!

  Xu Tonghui was muttering and slandering a little in his heart. At this time, it was not good to pretend to cover it up, so he picked up the paper and said, "The younger generation has nothing to do at home, so I can write a few words at random."

   The distance is very close, and the main thing is that the two old men are both on the ground, and their eyes are so sharp that they don't need it. It is naturally very normal to see the words on the paper at such a close distance, and it is strange that they cannot see clearly.

   After seeing what was written on the paper, one of the two old men clenched their fists unconsciously, and the other stopped their steps unconsciously.

  Whether it's hands or feet, it's all messed up.

   Very chaotic!

   "If the accumulation of water is not thick, it will not be able to carry a large boat."

   Isn’t this just about them, about cultivators like them?

  Condensing Qi is smooth and smooth, and when you reach the channel, it is like a heavy burden, and when you reach the opening, it is difficult to walk.

   finally broke through the enlightenment, took that step, and came to the ground floor, only to find that he was already stuck in the mud, and most of his body was stuck in it.

  Really, retreat, can't retreat, advance, can't advance, even struggle, can't struggle.

   It’s not that you sink in when you reach the ground floor.

   But since the condensed air, it began to sink.

   Condensation gas sinks a little, Tongmai sinks a little, enlightenment sinks a lot, and then reaches the ground level...

   These are the practitioners.

   This is the inheritance of their exercises!

   In the blink of an eye, the hearts of the two old men were like being beaten, and then they were scattered into thousands of messes.

  Miao Xinghe couldn't laugh directly, his smile was so stiff that it seemed like he was crying.

   When he saw the script in the morning, he had already been greatly shocked once, but when he saw this, he realized that the previous shock... Maybe, it was nothing.

  What kind of people are they able to describe their situation in such a short sentence?

   is so precise that it makes people feel sad and want to cry.

  The person is actually right in front of you.

   But both Miao Xinghe and Chang Zhenhe found that they couldn't understand, really couldn't understand!

   I can't understand it at all!

  Xu Tonghui is a practitioner of Tongmai Realm, and he has not entered the Tongmai Realm for a long time, which is very obvious.

   Neither old man could have mistaken this.

   But how can a cultivator who has only entered the Tongmai realm have such an understanding?

   also includes a lot of content in the previous storybook.

   "Brother Tonghui, is the author who delivered the storybook to me in Juxinglou?" Chang Zhenhe asked.

not me!

   has nothing to do with me!

   "Yes, it's me, it's me." Xu Tonghui nodded slightly and replied, "I have nothing to do, just write and play."

  I have nothing to do, write... play?

   Hearing this, Chang Zhenhe was so stiff that he almost tripped himself.

   And Miao Xinghe is not much better.

   He seemed to want to talk before, and then he choked on his own saliva.

Fortunately, it was on the ground floor, so he wouldn't choke on his face and thick neck, and he wouldn't choke up to the point of coughing up his heart and lungs. He just coughed a few times in a frenzy to digest the discomfort, and then "commonly curious." ' asked sternly:

   "Tonghui, what you're writing on the paper...is it the back of the book?"

   (end of this chapter)