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Relics of Time and Space Chapter 17 Don¡¯t play tricks like this

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    Shen Congliang held the heavy booklet in his hand. Every time he took a look at it, the grin on his face felt worse than eating bitter melon. He was completely in awe and admiration. He was absolutely speechless. The person who compiled the rules and regulations was really a genius. I'm afraid this book  It is as thick as the imperial system and laws, or even a little thicker. It is a wonder, it is truly a wonder. A flower that blooms brilliantly can only be explained as a wonder. How much courage and wisdom is needed to write it.  There are talented people from generation to generation, and each has been leading the way for hundreds of years.  He wrote this one stroke, which will be immortal for a hundred years, a thousand years, or ten thousand years. It is definitely an immortal legend.  When you have the opportunity, you must be knowledgeable, knowledgeable, and ask for advice, otherwise your life will be in vain.  It seems that cultivation does require firm belief and perseverance.  If Zhao Yi knew what Shen Congliang was thinking at this moment, he would have kicked him thousands of miles away. He would have kicked him out of the Xuanmen. A prodigal, a well-deserved prodigal, dare to attack his ancestors.  Disrespectful.  When Zhao Yi flicked his sleeves and walked out of the door, Shen Congliang asked again humbly: "Master, do you really need to memorize it all?" This is such a thick book.  I confirmed it three times, but I couldn¡¯t believe it.  If this is the case, Xuanmen disciples are probably rare geniuses.  Even the exquisite heart with seven orifices is not enough, at least sixteen or seven orifices are needed.  "For the sake of your sincerity, I will tell you that you only need to understand this book. When I ask you, as long as you can answer the general meaning, it will be fine. As for when I will teach you the spell, it depends on when you are qualified.  Pass." The amiable voice floated from the crack of the door, saying it was so simple and easy, as if nothing was difficult from his mouth.  Shen Congliang looked at his master's leaving figure and was dazed for a moment. Then he steeled himself and secretly made up his mind. I must read them all tonight. If possible, memorize them all. I must leave a good impression. The first impression is comparable to  In the future, I will try to please you a thousand times more profoundly, um, yes, let¡¯s do it like this.  With this thought in mind, he put the book on the table, pulled up the chair, opened the first page and looked at it carefully. When he saw a sect rule, he either admired it with joy or shook his head and sighed. He looked old-fashioned and completely out of character.  He is a corrupt official who finds fault with others, but looking at his concentration, no one would doubt his dedication.  The sun shone in from the window and sprinkled on his body. It turned into spots on the table and the pages of the books, like a magnifying glass, getting bigger and smaller. They kept changing their positions as the sun moved, adding too much to the boring books.  A layer of naughtiness.  Time passed by quietly like this, Shen Congliang watched attentively, as if tasting delicious fruits with relish.  I don't know how much time passed, but Shen Congliang felt his eyes gradually become blurry. He picked up the teapot and poured a cup. Then he rubbed his temples with both hands, stretched, and looked contented. Life was so pure and leisurely, and  Compared with the bustling city, there is a special kind of tranquility. No wonder Zhuge Kongming said that without tranquility, you can't go far.  Turning around to look, I saw several grape vines in front of the window sprouting new branches and buds, spitting out new green silk, bunches of purple and black grapes, plump and round like purple pearls, crystal clear.  Unknowingly, the afterglow of the sunset has been shining down, shining on the green branches and leaves. It is so soft and beautiful. I have never realized that there is such beauty in the world before.  The drizzle of wet clothes cannot be seen, and the flowers falling to the ground are silent. This is Shen Congliang's true feeling at this time. He feels that the busy days in the past have been in vain, but why are there so many hard-working people like bees busy every day?  Which one is the true meaning of life? ?? Could it be that like this beautiful scenery, the sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk.  Questions that I had never thought of before are like bubbles popping up in the water at this moment. The sky is endless and the road is vast. When will it end?  After thinking about it for a long time, Shen Congliang couldn't help but smile bitterly. When did I become so sentimental? I'd better read a book in peace. Suddenly, I felt a little tired, my mind was a little dazed, and my eyelids also joined in the fun. Maybe it was because I was too tired recently, especially now.  There is still a dull pain everywhere in the body.  After putting down the book, I lay down for a good rest and then got up to read. Unexpectedly, I fell asleep as soon as I lay down.  A pair of eyes in the sky silently watched his every move, sighed, and disappeared without a trace, as if nothing had changed.  The breeze brought the coolness of the evening as expected, and the sky was hazy, slowly getting darker until the bright and flawless moonlight hung in the sky.  The moonlight is like water, and the stars are dotted, illuminating the white mist rising in the forest, like ghosts with claws and teeth watching silently, gathering in the corners of the world, their greedy faces are sinister and terrifying, swallowing up a little bit of light without satisfaction.  With the moonMoving westward, the mist gradually shrinks and condenses, seeming to condense into substance. Finally, crystal clear dewdrops are left on the emerald green branches and leaves. In the rising golden light, they become increasingly bright and crystal clear.  , the good times did not last long, the dewdrops quietly dissipated without leaving any traces, and returned to the way it was yesterday, as if the place had never changed.  After a while, the faint sunlight shone into the room through the window, expanding rapidly from one corner, until the whole room was lit up. Shen Congliang yawned on the bed, stretched with satisfaction, opened his dark eyes, and took a look.  , as if being stung by something, he suddenly started to do it. After thinking about it carefully, a happy smile appeared on his face, and he finally remembered it.  To be on the safe side, just in case, Shen Congliang quickly got out of bed, sat down at the table again, and carefully opened the book. The series of movements were so skillful, but there was still a little uneasiness, anxiety, restlessness, and anticipation in his heart.  Hope, joy, various emotions are intertwined with each other. I am not sure whether it is bitter or sweet. This situation seems to have been a part of my life. It is so familiar. Maybe life is repeating itself. Otherwise, how could it happen?  Feeling familiar?  Probably the first time this happened was when I was fifteen years old. I took part in the college examination and won the first place without any suspense and was awarded the title of scholar. The second time was when I was seventeen years old. I took part in the provincial examination and got the first place as expected.  Once you become famous, you will have some privileges here, such as not having to participate in the country's annual labor export, not having to kneel when you go to the Yamen, etc. Having these rights is enough to be proud and unscrupulous in the countryside.  If it hadn't been for this accident, I believe that I would be sitting at the table concentrating on reading at this moment, wanting to stand out and become a tribute in one fell swoop, so as to get rid of the inferiority complex left by my birth in a brothel and end the laughing stock of others.  It's just his true inner thoughts. As for what other people think of him, who knows. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Xiang Ning, the king, the prince, the general, Xiang Ning, the prince, the prince, the general, Xiang Ning.  He studied hard for ten years, not to become famous all over the world in one fell swoop, but to get rid of the shadow deep in his heart and become the number one scholar among scholars, farmers, industry and commerce, in order to prove that even if he was born in a bad family, he could still become a general.  , he can do what others can do, and he can still do what others can't do. Probably only in this way can the value of existence be proved.  The flowers blooming and falling in front of the court, and the clouds roll and relax in the sky, just like a sudden glimpse of the world. It is not worth nostalgia. Perhaps busyness is the true meaning of eternity.  Shen Congliang thought this way. Time passed quietly, and the golden sunshine began to become bright and dazzling. Even the fine dust flying in the air could be seen clearly. Under the sun, everything was so real.  Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the door, brisk and steady. Without even thinking about it, the image of that fairy-like figure, with fair hair and childish face, and a tall image like a god had already appeared in his mind.  His face is amiable but awe-inspiring. Maybe he lacks fatherly love, or maybe he is his savior.  What is coming will come sooner or later, this was Shen Congliang's thought at the moment. He quickly straightened his clothes and made sure there was no disrespect in his body. Then he walked quickly to the door, saluted deeply and said, "Master." Zhao Yi waved his hand and said  : "Don't be so restrained in front of me, especially when it's just the two of us. Those red tapes are not only an eyesore, but also a waste of time." "Yes." Shen Cong felt happy in his conscience, that's great, he always thought that those so-called respect for people  Politeness is often a good shield to cover up mistakes or hypocrisy, but some people like to accept it with arrogance and enjoy countless envious glances, which may make their shiny face more radiant and increase their so-called majesty.  Completely opposite to the arrogant and arrogant attitude in the past, Shen Congliang followed Zhao Yi respectfully without saying a word and said: "Master, please sit down." Pulling up a chair from the table, what made people laugh was that it looked like Zhao Yicai  He was the master, and now he seemed to be the master.  Zhao Yi sat down unceremoniously and took a look at Shen Congliang. He saw that his eyes were dark and his expression was haggard. It should be due to mental and physical exhaustion. He couldn't help but feel pity for him. Although he thought so, he still said: "Congliang, you can see the sect rules and precepts."  How's it going? " Shen Congliang's beating heart has been waiting for his words, and his heart is naturally very excited, like listening to fairy music. Now it's finally his turn to express himself, almost as soon as Zhao Yi finished speaking,  He immediately replied: "Master, please ask a question." Zhao Yi rolled his eyes, and then said generously: "In this case, I believe you, master, and now I will teach you some basic Qi training and Qi breathing methods." Shen Congliang was dumbfounded.  He was stunned on the spot, his whole body was frozen and motionless, as if he was struck by five thunders, and he stood there blankly.
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