Omniscient and Almighty

Chapter 900: The village bridge and the original tree resemble my hometown

Chapter 900 The village bridge and the original tree resemble my hometown

MMP!

The Gan Cong style wants to hit people.

He promises that with a slap, he can slap this **** little guy directly out of Medicine King Valley!

You little guy, do you know how annoying you are?

Gan Cong-style stared at Xu Guangling for a long while with disgusting eyes, before shaking his head and sighing. Forget it, the old man has a lot of adults, so I don't care about you, a little kid.

This sigh directly calmed Gan Congshi's messy mood.

In the final analysis, this is an old man with a lot of experience in the world, and he is also a real earth-level cultivator, not an ordinary old man.

Even if the impact he suffered just now was too great, even if the entire "worldview and outlook on life" had suffered a near-destructive blow, at this time, he quickly calmed his mind, at least, recovered from that dazedness.

But there still seems to be a hangover headache.

"Boy Ling, come on, I'm not afraid of your jokes." Gan Congshi started the mode of chatting and complaining, "I always thought that being able to open seven or eight orifices was already quite remarkable."

You have only opened seven orifices.

There are only seven, not eight.

So not seven or eight!

Of course, this is definitely not to be said, it adds fuel to the fire.

"Think about it now, hehe, it's ridiculous." Gan Congshi shook his head as he spoke.

Is funny?

is actually not funny.

Earlier, Xu Guangling's two teachers thought that there were only five orifices in the human body, four orifices on the hands and feet, plus the heart orifice on the top of the head.

Earlier, Xu Guangling knew nothing about it.

And this world, although this is a world where the practice of practice is great, but from the current situation of the entire Annan County, the inheritance of practice is not so popular.

Judging from the situation of Gan Congshi, he and the family behind him have a very shallow understanding of the level of cultivation.

This is nothing.

It is not ridiculous to be shallow and ignorant, but it is ridiculous to think that you are omniscient and omnipotent when you are obviously superficial and ignorant.

As Confucius said, "Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, that is knowing."

On the basis of the current self-awareness of the Gan Cong style and the "ridiculous" he said, this person can be called a very good person.

Knowing that this bucket is not full, it is possible to continue to pour water into it, and even actively and urgently find water to fill it. On the contrary, those who are dissatisfied and self-satisfied are artificially covered, and they are covered tightly.

In that case, even if he was thrown into the Pacific Ocean, the empty barrel would still be empty, should he float or float, should he float or float.

Xu Guangling didn't speak, he was ready to listen to Gan Congshi's spiritual speech.

He was also right.

Next, Gan Congshi, with his memories and emotions, told him from a young age about the pace of progress in the process of cultivation, step by step, speaking slowly, speaking a lot, and telling the truth.

Maybe it shouldn't be called a "speech" because a lot of speeches are not real.

is like in interpersonal relationships, most of the time.

The relationship may not be unreal, but in many cases, it is actually going through the motions, going through the process, and there are not many times when we really "love each other".

Having said that, don’t talk about having a relationship with others. When a person has a relationship with himself, there are not many times.

Xu Guangling was honored to hear the heartfelt words of an old man at this moment.

In the slow and long narrative, Gan Congshi almost showed Xu Guangling his hundred years and decades, talking mainly about practice but not only practice.

About practice, about herbal medicine.

About the family, about the seniors and juniors, and about his family emotions.

The reason says these is because they are related to practice and are inseparable, or although they can barely be separated, they cannot be separated for a while.

So at this time, Gan Congshi told Xu Guangling about it all together, including melons and stalks, and vines and leaves.

In fact, while talking, half of the talk was to Xu Guangling, and the other half was asking and narrating to himself.

Gan Cong style has a story.

He also has wine.

His old friend, who lived here for a month before, has brewed a lot of wine before drinking it, and some are still fermenting and not yet fully brewed.

Xu Guangling is now half the master here. When Gan Congshi paused for a while, he spontaneously went to get the wine, poured it for the two, and then drank it.

And then, it’s still the willingness to speak.

Xu Guangling occasionally interjects a sentence or two, but most of the time he just listens.

In this narration, Gan Congshi was actually just low-pitched and emotional, and then he didn't spit out unpleasantness. He also used this to sort out his mood and further calm down the shock and blow he had suffered before, but he didn't want to get any response from Xu Guangling.

Even many of them, he felt that Xu Guangling should not understand.

For Xu Guangling, since he was ready to support this "year-old hand", now that he understands his past, he can do more precise strikes, oh no, precise delivery.

The height of the great master + comprehensive understanding.

There is no need to say more about what may happen later.

When Gan Cong Shi finally finished speaking, it was almost dawn, and a jar of wine of about 20 pounds was almost drank by the two of them.

Xu Guangling drank half a catty of it, and the rest went into the mouth of Gan Congshi.

In fact, there was still a little half left in the cup, Xu Guangling drank it at the moment, and then said to Gan Congshi: "Senior, as the saying goes, I have come and gone, I have heard your story, and now, I will also tell you a story. Listen."

Hearing this, Gan Congshi's spirit suddenly energized, and he even sat up straight.

Xu Guangling himself has a story, and his story is actually much more tortuous than Gan Cong's, but of course, his story cannot be told.

doesn't mention many secrets that can't be said at all, the most important thing is that he is a "white body" now, only 11 years old, of course there is nothing to talk about.

So, Xu Guangling's story begins with "Leng Qingyun".

Leng Qingyun, the name came out for the first time, in that compound, in front of Xu Tonghui, and then spread to Juxinglou.

But it didn’t spread wildly.

It was a little accident, but it wasn't really an accident.

And at this time, the story spreads to Gancong style again.

The Ye family.

Leng Qingyun lived in the Ye family and entered clanology.

God-like Mr. Clanology.

Incredible assessment.

Even more incredible is the "condensation of air" like a legend from the sky.

There is also the "Tree of Babel" that cannot be described in any words.

Xu Guangling used both writing and writing, most of the time it was oral, and occasionally supplemented with pen and paper, such as Taoist poems, and then handwritten on paper for Gan Congshi to read.

And the willingness to conform...

can only say that this day is an extraordinary day for him.

If Gan Congshi travels to the earth, then becomes a primary school student carrying a schoolbag to school, and then the Chinese teacher arranges the composition in class, "My extraordinary day".

At that time, Gan Congshi could probably write down his day:

"A certain day, a certain month, a certain place."

"Night."

"Morning."

"Oil Lamp, Moon, Dawn."

"someone."

"Secret news."

"Unbelievable."

"Unbelievable!"

"Unbelievable!!!"

Then the teacher marked the next day——

"I don't know what to say!"

"There is no limit to the style, except for poetry!"

"Not enough words!"

No matter which of these three reasons, it is enough to give this essay a zero score.

Then, holding the composition test paper with zero marks, Gan Cong-style smiled meaningfully, without arguing.

And after class, when he was carrying a schoolbag, when he left school and walked to the bustling market again, when he came to a certain street corner, suddenly, time seemed to stop, and the whole world seemed to stop.

Then the picture of memory rotates back to the previous life, to that night and that morning.

That night, he was talking.

That morning, "someone" was speaking.

It's the moment.

After he heard it, his heart seemed to stop beating, and time seemed to come to a standstill.

that moment.

The sky is torn apart, but there is no sound.

Then the splendid splendid inconceivable, the other shore, the flowers bloom.

that moment.

Gan Congshi stood on the seashore, he saw the mysterious and wonderful scenery on the far side of the sea.

that moment.

Gancong lowered his head and looked at his feet.