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Relics of Time and Space Chapter 21 Hard work pays off

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    The walnut tree outside was swaying more and more. Some of the branches on the edges could not hold up in the violent storm. They separated from the main trunk and fell to the ground. They were washed away by the rain and gradually moved away. Although they were reluctant to let go, they were helpless.  .  There were bursts of thunder in the sky, and the lightning flashed brightly and darkly, flickering erratically. Each lightning bolt shocked people's hearts and sent fear from the bottom of their hearts.  Strips of purple electric light were scurrying around the far edge. The authority seemed to be challenged by something, becoming more and more fierce every time. Sometimes it even illuminated the entire darkness and everything in the world. Human eyesight could not tell what color it was.  The light caused instinctive fear, and the body involuntarily stepped back.  All this seems to have nothing to do with Shen Congliang, who is sleeping soundly in the house. Faced with the thunder, the roar of the wind, and the heavy rain, he is calm and calm.  Maybe there is a moment when God is exhausted or tired. The wind stops and the rain stops, and everything returns to its original tranquility. The silence after the strong wind is full of desolation, like the fallen leaves in autumn, the wind is rustling, the rain is confusing, the night is as cool as water, and the sky  Particles of sand and soil slowly drifted down, falling into the stagnant water below, causing splashes.  In the second half of the night, some restless insects hid in some unknown corner and sang loudly, adding a touch of vitality to the silent night.  The next day, the sun rose from the east as if nothing happened. As usual, it bloomed with its passion and dissipated the fog in the forest.  In a daze, Shen Congliang opened his mouth and yawned. He wanted to stretch his body, but found that his legs were fixed by something. He was so frightened that he suddenly regained consciousness. He opened his eyes and moved towards his legs. He couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.  , practicing Kungfu by yourself until you fall asleep is a great wonder in ancient and modern times.  When he wanted to get out of bed, he found that his legs were not in control and were numb. If it weren't for the numb feeling, he might not be sure whether the legs were still on him.  At this time, his first thought was about his master. The storm last night was so big that it only happens once in a hundred years. I don¡¯t know how the old man got through it. I remember hearing the faint sound of rain in his sleep, like soybeans.  Shen Congliang rubbed his legs on the bed for a long time before finally getting off the ground. He opened the door and walked into the courtyard. He called Master several times, but no one answered.  This was his first time wandering around the courtyard, and he found that although the walls were a little shabby, they were clean. Only the broken leaves and branches left last night lay scattered on the ground. There were crystal dewdrops on the green leaves, which could be seen clearly under the sunlight.  See your own reflection.  There was a small path paved with small stones from outside the door, which wound to the back. There was some water in the middle of the stones. Shen Congliang followed the winding path and found a passage to the east of the hut where he lived.  There are wooden frames set up on the hut and the wall, and green ivy is wrapped around them, tightly.  Not even a bit of sunlight could shine in. Shen Congliang wandered on the winding stone road, looking anxious and agitated. He kept walking and called Master a few times. When no one asked questions, he suddenly remembered that Master said it would take a few days.  return.  I thought that in case of delay, I should practice my spells first. If something unexpected happens, I can help the master so that I won¡¯t be helpless then, at least I won¡¯t be a burden.  "Bah" Where did my crow's mouth go? With my master's divine power that penetrates the heavens and the earth, let me ask the world who is my opponent. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Raised his head and looked at the scattered drizzle in the sky, which condensed into a few drops of water on the tips of his hair. Looking from a distance, the sky was gray and dreamy. It was a pity that such a beautiful scenery did not belong to me.  Shen Congliang walked back to the house and sat cross-legged to meditate. He tried the method given by his master. He only felt that his Dantian was empty. He tried to catch something but always came back disappointed. He remembered that he could still feel the breath to some extent yesterday.  The meridians all over the body are flowing, and the meridians all over the body are warm, and there is a feeling of ecstasy. Now it is like falling off a cliff, and being in mid-air. No matter how hard I try to struggle and grab, everything is empty.  This frightened Shen Congliang so much that he hurriedly tried his luck again, only to find that it was still like a stone sinking into the sea without any sound. This was a big surprise, and he began to wonder if he really had no talent in this area.  I remember hearing someone say that some people are born with blocked acupoints on the triple burner meridian and have a weak yin constitution that is not suitable for Qigong practice. Am I the same?  He didn't believe that he was born a miserable person.  If this is really the case, why did God give birth to me? It is all nonsense that I must be useful only if I was born.  Once, twice, three times a hundred times. As the sky gradually darkened, Shen Congliang still kept trying. Rather than practicing, it would be better to say that he did not dare to accept it. Instead, he was constantly numbing himself and not allowing his brain to work for a moment.  Stay.  Until he really ran out of energy, he still hoped for luck.  &nbsp"If you work hard, God will not let you down."  This is his motto. No matter what difficulties he encountered from childhood to adulthood, he persisted, which indeed allowed him to create many miracles.  Now he still hopes that he is not an orphan abandoned by God, but a proud one.  He thought so and did the same thing. Even when he was sleeping, he still maintained the meditating posture.  The hazy drizzle floats down from the sky intermittently like an endless stream, from morning to night, and then to morning again.  Green hills, green trees, small bridges, everything is in the mist and rain, giving the already beautiful scenery a poetic realm. It is beautiful in the blur, tempting countless boys and girls to stand in the rain and cannot extricate themselves.  The next day, Shen Congliang still practiced tirelessly. I don¡¯t know how long he had been practicing. He felt a little scared at the beginning of every movement. He didn¡¯t know what he was afraid of.  Such constant repetition is like the sun rising in the east and setting in the west without interruption every day. Except for the moon gradually becoming rounder at night, everything in this quiet and mottled ancient courtyard has not changed.  Time passes, the sun and the moon fly by. In the blink of an eye, the sun and the moon exchange positions ten times. The hazy drizzle has long since stopped. The fallen leaves are silently submerged by time. The ground is clean again, as if nothing has changed.  , except for the lonely figure in the house.  On the tenth day, the evening breeze was blowing and the night was slightly cool. A smile appeared on Shen Congliang's wrinkled face for the first time. He was so surprised that he jumped out of bed and ran happily to the courtyard, shouting: "Master, Master, Master,  Master." He shouted three times in a row, like a child who wanted to show off in front of his parents after getting perfect marks on the test paper.  The crisp and magnetic sound was transmitted far away and echoed in this simple and ancient courtyard. For the first time, Shen Congliang discovered that this simple place was so exquisite. Maybe it was because he was in a good mood. Listening to the insects chirping around him seemed to be  Celebrate yourself happily.  Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring. This poem jumped into his mind inadvertently. The night is so beautiful tonight. The round moon hangs in the sky like a jade plate, and the rustling walnuts  The leaves are blowing in the wind.  He took a deep breath of air, which was fresh and sweet. After a long time, he heard that the master had gone out. He remembered that the master would be back in a few days. When he thought about it carefully, he suddenly realized that ten days had passed. It was supposed that the master should be back.  Looking up at the starry sky, there is only a bright moon shining high in the sky. There are no stars in sight. There are only black and white clouds like fish scales, arranged side by side, forming a halo around the moon, which is bright red.  , it seems that there are other colors, like the colors of the rainbow. If you look closely, you will find that the concentric circles with the moon as the center look like whirlpools, making you dizzy.  There are very few such weird scenes, and all the weirdness symbolizes that this is an extraordinary night.  ??The sky brings visions, good and bad, good and bad, and saints resemble them.
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