Omniscient and Almighty

Chapter 813 Qingyun
"Master, use my name?" Xu Tonghui said a little strangely.

"Of course, I'm not yet an adult, and I haven't even started to practice. Naturally, I don't know much about practice, and you are a master at the Meridian Realm. Isn't it normal to write such things?" Xu Guangling said.

"..."

Xu Tonghui didn't say anything anymore, but moved the top paper to the bottom and started to read.

And just looking at it, the sky is spinning, the sun and the moon are dark, flying sand and rocks, vicissitudes of life, east and west, south and north, turbulent, ups and downs...

Well, all the above descriptions are missing a "mess".

Seriously speaking, for Xu Tonghui, he stumbled into a whole new world without any preparation.

This is not surprising.

"Xu Tonghui" who wrote this book originally came from another world.

then.

That is the Grand Master.

It is also a staple in many fields.

Adding all these together, this book is destined to be grotesque, and at the same time, there will be a kind of terrifying "authenticity" in those grotesques.

It looks, like the real thing.

And if there are practitioners in this world who really try to do what is said in the book, some practitioners will find that it is not true.

That's true!
The reason why it is a "partial cultivator" is because this book is only a storybook after all, and its truth is hidden under those luxuriant branches and leaves as roots and seeds.

Someone will see its foliage.

Someone will see the root, see the seed.

And this latter, a small part of it...

Xu Guangling hasn't decided yet, which level is the highest level contained in this storybook, which requires constant exploration.

The beginning, of course, starts with the condensation.

It won't be too late to write the second volume "Tongmai" when Xu Tonghui re-enters Tongmai, and Tongmai Dacheng advances to enlightenment.

It will be roughly like this in the future. Wherever Xu Tonghui enters, the script will be written there.

It will be Xu Tonghui's "summary".

I just hope that your Excellency will not be questioned about the story behind.

In the meantime, perhaps some more interesting things will happen, and Xu Guangling is looking forward to it.

"The journey of the great road is like the sun and the moon."

On the first day Leng Qingyun entered ethnology, the teacher who taught them wrote these eight big characters on a flat black board that took up half of the wall with a small stick as thick as a snow-white little finger.

"Do any of you know these words?" asked the gentleman.

A child five or six years younger than Leng Qingyun raised his hand, "I know Mr., the first word is 'big'."

He read it aloud.

"Not bad, it's 'big'."

The gentleman nodded his head in approval, and then said to everyone: "Then, do any of you know what the word 'big' means?"

"I know, grow up, my lord!" cried another child.

This is Jiuqu City.

This is the Ye family in Jiuqu City.

This is the family history of the Ye family, and most of the children in the family history, from two or three years old to their teens, have the surname Ye, and they are all descendants of the family.

Leng Qingyun's surname is Leng.

The Lengye family was originally a family friend, but for hundreds of years, the Ye family has been thriving, like a big tree, constantly sprouting branches and extending the root system to deeper and farther.

The Leng family, however, is like a pot of boiling water. In the past, it was boiling hot to boiling, but generation after generation, with so many unworthy children, the once hot and boiling water gradually cooled down. In this generation, only Leng Qingyun is alone.

Fortunately, the Ye family still remembers Leng Ye's past family relationships.

Because of this, Leng Qingyun was able to enter the Ye family's family history as a foreign surname.

Naturally, he is not as lively as these children from the Ye family. Not only is he a little older, but he is just being grateful and sentimental, while silently cherishing this hard-won opportunity.

He listened more seriously than any other child present!
The teacher called the child who was shouting that he had grown up to him, and asked the child to stand side by side with him.

He reached out and placed his hand flat on top of the child's head, and then placed his hand flat on top of his own.

"You are a child, I am an adult." Said the gentleman, "I am 'taller' than you, which is a kind of big."

After the child walked back happily, the teacher took out two bowls from the corner of the wall, a large bowl and a small bowl, and he poured water into the two bowls with a spoon.

A bowl is full after pouring only half a spoonful.

Another bowl, poured three or four spoonfuls, the bowl was only half full.

"Small ones hold less, big ones hold more, 'more', this is also a kind of big."

The children listened half-understood, and some even laughed. This is really too simple, and they are really too smart.

The gentleman ignored them, neither reprimanded nor praised them.

Mr. circled the word "big" with a small white stick, and then circled the word "xing" at the end, "After saying 'big', let's talk about this word."

"Sir, where are the two in front?" a child shouted.

"For the first two, you only need to be able to read and write for the time being. Let's look at this word now." The gentleman said.

……

Xu Tonghui read it very slowly. The stack of paper was not too thick. By the time he finished reading it, the sun had already set.

He stood here like this for most of the day!

The sockets of his eyes were reddish, and in his eyes, there was sadness, nostalgia, confusion, and shock, and there were many unknown feelings and ignorance.

In short, the expression is extremely complicated.

I found Xu Guangling in several familiar places, and Xu Tonghui approached, "Master."

"What's wrong?" Xu Guangling asked.

"Master, what's written here..."

"You have to remember what is written here." Xu Guangling didn't wait for him to finish speaking, "Because someone might come to you to discuss this script in the future. Of course you have to remember what you wrote yourself. Mention it, you don’t even know.”

"Huh? Huh?"

"Okay, that's it. You can send the scripts you borrowed earlier along with this one I wrote. I don't know if they will accept it or not," Xu Guangling said.

In the evening, Xu Tonghui left and returned.

"Master, they left the script and said they want to read it." Xu Tonghui said.

Xu Guangling nodded slightly.

"Master..."

Xu Tonghui hesitated to speak.

"What do you want to say?" Xu Guangling turned his head.

Xu Tonghui muttered for a long time, but he didn't say anything, not because he had nothing to say, but because he wanted to say too much.

But now he was in a mess again.

Very chaotic.

Like a bunch of threads tangled into a ball.

There were many, many lint ends, but for a while, he just didn't know which one to draw.

dinner.

Exercise late.

Swim.

Basically, after all the schedules for this day were over, Xu Guangling asked Xu Tonghui: "Uncle Xu, do you have any questions?"

Xu Tonghui thought about it and decided not to ask for the time being.

Tonight, he'd better think about that script again, and he will think about it for many days, for a long time, and ask again after he thinks it through.

So at this moment, he just shook his head and said to Xu Guangling: "Young master, no."

A quiet night.

(End of this chapter)