Omniscient and Almighty

Chapter 263 The Seventh Dream

After returning from the park in the morning, I cook and eat, and after the meal, I have a solid and sound sleep.

In the dream, the five-color flower show.

Bit by bit, like mist, dew, and rain, poured from the completely blooming red flower to the gradually pure yellow flower.Although it is said that it has gradually become pure, its clarity is still far behind that of the red flower.

Xu Guangling didn't know when and when the two would be equal.

It seems that without the impetus of the "fog", the speed of the movement 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 mist, or another driving force comparable to the mist, seems to be something that should and must be done. Otherwise, Xu Guangling will probably have the opportunity to experience the meaning of "Yang Guan is easy to break, and Yin Lock is difficult." opened.

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

This is still an optimistic estimate.

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

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

As it is now, the speed of progress is indeed very slow, but at the same time, the experience during the practice is also extremely subtle.The indistinct pouring and flow made Xu Guangling stagnate, as if seeing a kind of eternity.

Yes, the practice of Fuxi Jue during each deep sleep is really not big, or close to nothing, in terms of the progress of the five-color flower.

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

Wake up, stand by the window, watch the sun turn around, watch the gentle breeze, and 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 you can pick up the time.

Ephemerality and eternity, flow and eternity, just like this meet here.

Because of this kind of experience, although the effect of Fuxi Jue practice is not very great in sleep every day, Xu Guangling still has no urgency, his heart, consciousness and even spirit are immersed in it. In the mist, dew and rain, immersed in the colorful flowers, immersed in the stagnation, immersed in the flow and eternity.

And if this feeling is very subtle and wonderful, then for Xu Guangling, the "special training" every afternoon 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 other party is also increasing day by day. There is a feeling that no matter how much progress you make, I will crush you to death.

This made Xu Guangling not exhausted after daily training, but he did have a feeling of narrow escape.

Survival is a psychological feeling.

As for the body, with his current resilience, it is really difficult to be exhausted.Always the old power is not exhausted, but the new power comes again, endlessly, the wild fire is inexhaustible, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

Even just after training, he was so tired that he didn't even bother to 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 as if he had slept soundly for three days and three nights .

Then he gave acupuncture to the little girl Zhou Qingzhu, and at the same time, he exchanged a small game of free solitaire about poetry with the little girl.

Then cook and eat.

Then chat in class.

Then go back.

After sleeping and eating, then 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 the mist anymore.Winter flowers are pitiful, too thin to be picked.

Xu Guangling just sat quietly on the bench, facing the yellow but green grass blanket, and let his mind go. In a state that is hard to describe in words, he recognized his spirit and body, and blended with the mist Together, blending with the vegetation in the park, blending with this land, blending 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 seemed to be the master of this place, the changes of water vapor, the movement of insects and birds, the swaying of vegetation, etc., all the movements in this small world are clear It appeared in Xu Guangling's induction like a thread.

Xu Guangling clearly felt how the dew emerged from nothing and condensed on the bottom of the leaves.

Xu Guangling clearly felt how the insects and birds changed from movement to stillness, living and dormant in the darkness.

Xu Guangling clearly felt how all the plants and trees in the park including the back mountain, the big leaves and small leaves, including the small grass tips, swayed in the night wind, and, occasionally, due to seasonal reasons How do the dead leaves stripped off by the trees spin in the air, and what kind of posture do they fall to the ground lightly.

These are all picturesque and poetic.

On this occasion, countless melodies appeared in Xu Guangling's consciousness, like the condensation of dew, like the movement of insects and birds, like the swaying of grass and trees, like the fluttering of fallen leaves, but when Xu Guangling's mind was in the In the ethereal state, these melodies that appear have no follow-up, and they spin up and down again, without a tune or a tune.

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

But from the beginning to the end, Xu Guangling just watched these "sounds of nature" indifferently or without any thoughts, in the world of his consciousness, they came and went, went and came again, endlessly, one after another.

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

Thousands of pieces, countless pieces, flying into the plum blossom will always be missing.

A few days later, at an unknown time, when Xu Guangling was sitting on the bench, his body and mind connected to this world as before, at a certain moment, those fragments that appeared in his consciousness suddenly disappeared.

Condensation of moisture is gone.

The sting of insects and birds disappeared.

The swagger of the vegetation is gone.

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

Xu Guangling is actually conscious and has not entered a complete slumber state, but his consciousness at this time seems to have been thrown into a still or frozen time and space, thus showing a kind of "although it exists but Blank" state.

In the dark.

vaguely.

Lost all perception, and also any sense of time.

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

One page is like a whole world.

The Three Holy Laws, in the past.

Ninety percent of the law, the past.

24 Cheap method, Fuxi Jue, past, Shennong Jue, past, when it comes to the third page, the page is still.

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

Xuanyuan Wangqi Jue.

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