lazy cat hits cute

Zhang Qingyang is not a stingy person, but after several trips, he fully realized how precious money is, and it is difficult to move without money.

Copy the nearly ten thousand spirit stone, Rong Hailou's abacus is very resounding.

Jianshi was still urging him, Zhang Qingyang didn't bother to care about it, and went back to the small courtyard to spread out the copied scriptures and bamboo slips to practice carefully.

"Hey!" Zhang Qingyang's Dao Heart Transformation Blade just touched the trunk of the tree, and disappeared suddenly.

"So slow so slow! Can you hurry up?"

Zhang Qingyang sat down to rest: "It's only the first day I've learned this, and it's pretty good to be able to condense the blade."

"But you are the root of the sky!"

Zhang Qingyang didn't bother to argue with it.

It is extremely difficult to transform one's heart into a blade, and Zhang Qingyang has never been so difficult when he learned to lose in the world.What is written in the scriptures is too abstract, what is the unswerving goal, the courage to face death as if to go forward, the awareness that the Dao is connected to the world... What kind of state is the heart of the Dao, and he has just touched the corner.

How can it be possible to run when you have just learned to walk?

Jianzhi was silent for a long time, shaking the leaves: "Pick a leaf and eat it, maybe it will be effective."

Looking at Ben Womu, Zhang Qingyang thought of the young man who was stretched to pieces, and his stomach felt uncomfortable: "Don't eat."

"What are you stubborn about! These are the leaves of my own tree. No matter how many people want to eat them, they can't eat them! How dare you dislike them, are you tired of living?" I barely tore off a leaf and put it in my mouth to chew.

Neither sweet nor bitter, neither sour nor spicy, nothing at all.Zhang Qingyang frowned as he chewed.

"Swallow it, it will be effective if you swallow it!"

Zhang Qingyang had no choice but to swallow it.

I didn't feel it at first, but after a while, my abdomen gradually became hot, and a green leaf slowly floated up on the three-layer road foundation, half flourishing, half withered, half stretched and half curled, it was very strange.

On the green leaves, there seemed to be a picture flashing. He walked in and looked at it, as if he had returned to the time when he first came out.

The dead hovering in the sky hung down their bone wings, the fire of life in their eyes was extinguished, their mouths opened and let out a long, silent howl, and they fell from the sky.

The green leaves shattered, and he woke up as if he had had a big dream.

"How is it? Has it worked?" Jianshi asked eagerly.

Zhang Qingyang didn't answer, but pulled down a branch and picked more than a dozen leaves in one go. His sword sense was shocked: "Hey, hey, what are you doing? Are you crazy?!"

Zhang Qingyang chewed it up and swallowed it all. Dozens of green leaves floated and rotated on the foundation of the road, and they were broken one by one, forming a clear and complete picture.

In the picture, he walks out naked from the ancient hall, and sits on the stone steps blankly looking up at the complete demise of the dead.

The big dream ended again, and the duration was much shorter than the first time.

Zhang Qingyang asked: "Is there any way to eat more leaves?"

... Jianshi: "Are you still crazy? What did you see?"

"Don't worry about it."

"Then... the only way to finish it is to make matcha."

Zhang Qingyang immediately left the sect, and found a tea factory to temporarily learn the skill of tea grinding. The master was terrified by his inexplicable evil spirit, and taught him everything without reservation.

After learning the craft, Zhang Qingyang bought a big pot and a big shovel.Build an earthen stove in the small courtyard, ignite the spiritual fire with the spirit stone, and finish the greening of the freshly picked honwo leaves.

Grind the tea, grind the powder, and wash it with boiling water, and the bubbling green water looks like a bowl of green corpse water.Zhang Qingyang drank it all in one gulp.

The dream started again, and when he opened his eyes, what he saw was a brilliant sea of ​​stars.

So far away, yet within reach.

He groped in the hall and found a dark corridor. After walking for an unknown amount of time, he came out to the main hall, which was empty and contained nothing.

When the dream was interrupted, Zhang Qingyang had been prepared to drink a bowl of green water again.

He saw the death of the dead, and saw that there were still many buildings around the ancient hall, most of which were broken into disrepair.But even if it is a ruin, one can still imagine its original magnificence and magnificence when it was complete, just like the heavenly kingdom of God.

Pick the leaves, kill greens, grind the tea, crush the powder, and then drink.

He saw the white-robed man stabbing himself with a knife, piercing through his body.Transparent things are broken and flowed away like quicksand with the blade

No blood, no shock, no fear, no panic, no resentment.

"All worlds are the same with or without you, so it's better for you to die." When the man in white robe said this, his beautiful and perfect eyes showed extremely arrogant contempt.

For some reason, he really wanted to touch the white-robed man's head, like a mother loving a baby.

Silly boy.

The Kingdom of God is broken.

The white-robed man stood with his hands behind his back, watching him coldly fall together with the torn Kingdom of God.He was a little helpless and sighed a little.

Silly boy.

Drink it again, it's useless.

Zhang Qingyang stayed for a long time.

Jian Shi was very worried about Zhang Qingyang, because no one had ever had the opportunity to drink so many bonwo leaves, and he didn't know if there would be any side effects if he drank too much.

"Zhang Qingyang Zhang Qingyang? Are you stupid? Answer me!"

Zhang Qingyang seemed to have just recovered and shook his head.

Jianshi became angry: "What are you doing, you scared me to death, do you know that! It's like crazy! I thought you were also controlled by that strange thing!"

Zhang Qingyang rubbed his forehead: "Got it."

He saw a corner of the past that was shrouded in fog.

Why not be angry, because he is still a child, no matter what the child does, the mother will forgive him.

His feelings for the white-robed man were the same as his feelings for the young man.

Silly boy.

All right and wrong will eventually disappear with time.He stood under his own tree, thinking who am I?By the way, the Bayeux scriptures say that Tao leads to heaven and earth, and Tao and heaven and earth are actually the same thing.The heaven and the earth are the turbidity separated from the chaos, the combination of the heaven and the earth is the chaos, and the chaos is the end of the road, the end of the Tao, and the beginning of everything, that is, one life is two, two is three, and three is all things.

I am the one, I began, I am the end, and all things are my Son.

Dao Xin turned into a blade, and cut it down neatly, a thick tree branch fell down, and the sword sense cheered joyfully: "Not bad! Oh, I can finally stay away from it!"

After a while, the felled wood branch made a cheerful voice: "Okay! Now you just need to process the wood so that it looks almost the same as the original one. If you meet someone with the surname Chun, I will cooperate with you in disguise. It will be perfect." Yay! Hey, what are you doing blankly?"

"I'm tired." He withdrew from the world of ancient bracelets consciously, lay on his back on the ground, and let the sword consciousness roar in it.

I'm so tired.Zhang Qingyang closed his eyes, feeling extremely tired from body to heart.

It was late at night outside, the sky was full of stars, and the cold fog was rolling in.

It's still cold.

Zhang Qingyang was ill.

Moreover, the illness was very serious, and it was because the senior sister didn't see the younger brother coming to play with her for a long time, and only found out when he walked into the small courtyard. At that time, he was unconscious and his body was so hot that he could fry eggs.

The best doctor in Xuanhu Division examined him for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. He just said: "His illness is caused by the rapid improvement of the realm, the instability of the Dao foundation, and the damage of the Dao heart, and the loss of mind. In short, the cause of the disease is too complicated, and I can't prescribe the right medicine..." The elder sister naturally didn't believe such ambiguous and vague statements, and she made a lot of noise, rolled around, and almost knocked over the medicine cabinet of Xuanhu Division and smashed the signboard .

He Zhisheng was much calmer. He calmed down the elder sister first, then pulled the doctor over and asked, "Will Zhang Qingyang's illness be life-threatening?"

The doctor twisted his beard: "Probably...not."

"Will it harm his practice?"

The doctor looked around and saw that several people were jumping in a hurry. He pulled He Zhisheng to a secluded place and said in a low voice, "Just now when the old man checked his body, he found..."

"What did you find?"

The doctor's face was flushed from suffocation, but his mouth seemed to be stuck and he couldn't open his mouth to spit out those few words. He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

He Zhisheng looked puzzled. He is a person with a dexterous mind, and quickly guessed the doctor's difficulty, so he couldn't help but become more puzzled: "Why, can't you tell?"

The doctor opened his mouth and changed his words: "I can't tell!"

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