Gu Sheng's arrival did not disrupt the order here.
Neither did his departure.
………
The white snow that had just disappeared was forced by the strong wind to form an army and formed a formation, pouring out of the clouds and pressing towards the world.
After a moment, another glance turned white.
Zhang and Qing grabbed their clothes and rushed into the heavy snow.
The heavy snow has wiped out the old scenery of the world.
For a time, the wind rushed like a dragon and the snow formed a river.
Just as the inscriptions are blurred in the years, the figures of all living beings are also lost in the heavy snow.
The brightest bean lamp in the snow attracted most of the monks from the Chamber of Commerce. ——That is the largest square of the Chamber of Commerce.
The commercial building in the center has fifty floors.
Within a hundred meters of the shopping mall building, a formation to isolate the wind and snow was set up.
Entering the formation, the entire main road leading to the commercial building is paved with soul-grabbing magic weapons specially used for heating.
Zhang Zhilin stepped on the spiritual weapon, and a cold and soft touch unique to the spiritual weapon emerged. "I heard that there is a shopping mall in Zhongtian Province that is completely composed of other people's magic weapons and other people's formations. It is also an auction city."
"The Emperor Ren doesn't have that kind of money." Qingjiu walked down the aisle gloomily.
Zhang Zhilin chuckled.
According to Qian Yangyu's news, Zhang Zhilin took Qingjiu to a corner on the third floor.
Qian Yangyu, a bearded man, and Xu Qingzhi, dressed in white, sat between them a drunken monk with a red nose and droopy eyelids.
The three of them sat around the round table.
"Oh, the same goes for storytelling, as well as doing other things. It's like...for example, yes! It's like a voice control rune. Only when you make a sound can light shine on you. Storytelling is indeed backward, but it is not dead." The drunken monk looked at it. He looks young, but he looks old and feeble.
"Sir, why should you be sad? Spring birds and autumn insects also make their own noises. In this era, everyone can have a voice." Zhang Zhilin stepped forward to help the monk steady.
The monk's drunken eyes were hazy, and he vaguely looked up and saw a piece of jade light. He suddenly knew that someone was coming, and muttered, "Why are you talking nonsense? - Everyone can speak, and it is the time when the voice is not heard. In the end, there is no one." There is light in a few people.”
Zhang Zhilin frowned slightly.
Feeling the fluctuations of spiritual power that the monk in front of him did not conceal, the drunken monk quickly performed a sobering technique.
"Junior is just a storyteller. He talks nonsense when he is drunk. I hope..." The storyteller who was apologizing looked up and saw Zhang Zhilin, who was as bright as the sky. He suddenly became enlightened.
Inadvertently, he sighed, "That's it."
Zhang Zhilin supported the storyteller again, "That's it? Why is it like this?"
The storyteller was slightly startled and stopped talking.
Qian Yangyu chuckled, "Brother Wang, it doesn't matter. He is not an ordinary person."
Brother Wang nodded, "Yes. Yes. - Senior, with his grace and grace, is certainly not an ordinary bird in the city."
"You don't know the life of an ordinary monk."
Zhang Zhilin remained silent. Embarrassed on the face.
Seeing this, Brother Wang smiled with relief and said, "Master Qian has never been a high-minded person before, but a magnanimous person. Around him, the rich will not be promiscuous, and the poor will not be moved."
"Senior, your path of cultivation must be as difficult as the heavy snow eight thousand feet, and the strength of your body can reach the rooftop forty thousand feet. No matter how high the hardships and obstacles are, they can't compare to your talent. Just practice and be a master in everything. , if you are a cook, you will be invincible and full of ambition."
Zhang Zhilin was stunned.
Brother Wang's eyebrows were raised, his eyes were bright, he was extremely proud.
"There is a gentleman outside a gentleman's door. Senior, you don't need to speak, someone has already explained everything for you."
Zhang Zhilin pondered over and over again, "There are gentlemen outside a gentleman's door... There are gentlemen outside a gentleman's door... If I have a noble family on my head and my sect on my back, in your opinion, as a friend of Mr. Qian and an elegant person, I should be humble and polite. I will never keep asking."
"It is precisely because I am a non-commercial cultivator that I think I am in the same group as the non-commercial cultivators all over the world. I have caused others to deny this and made others say that I don't know ordinary life. That's why I care about every detail."
"Brother Wang is very capable. However, how can you be sure that I am superior to others and that I am born to be amazing?" Zhang Zhilin didn't want to be a fussy person.
It's just that he is really curious about what's going on here.
"Whether you are born to amaze the world, I don't know. But I know that there are only two kinds of people in this world. There is no trace of sloppiness or sloppiness in your body."
"One is a rich guy who doesn't take any easy steps. He pours tea, drinks, and burns incense and clothes all day long."
"The other one can only be a genius."
As he said this, Qian Yangyu had already poured a bowl of wine for Brother Wang.
Brother Wang poured out a lot of peanuts from the Three Lives Ring and poured them on the table.
No one was dissatisfied, and they all started to catch it.
Qingjiu looked at the spiked peanuts and smoothed them out in a blink of an eye. His throat rolled slightly. He usually didn't like peanuts, but at this time his saliva gushed out. He took out a small handful and put it in the palm of his hand, then put one by one into his mouth and started eating. .
good smell.
Food tastes good.
"What is the most delicious wine? - The wine you drink when bragging. That wine cannot be bought with a thousand taels of gold!"
Qingjiu suddenly remembered the words of his alcoholic father.
His father is not a good person. This is a very good thing to say.
The atmosphere has reached this point. Brother Wang is also a storyteller, and he talks about it with peanuts.
"You ask, why is it that in Pei County, there are all the talents of generals, ministers, princes and nobles? Think again, why is it that in the early Ming Dynasty, there are twenty-four generals in Huaixi?"
Brother Wang's eyebrows and eyes moved like fire, making people think.
While everyone was thinking, Brother Wang smiled, grabbed everyone's attention, and said, "I am just a storyteller. What I say is also my own guess. Whether it is right or wrong, whether it makes sense or not, please tell me." It’s up to each of you to judge.”
"If you ask me, Xiao He, Cao Shen, Xu Da and Tang He are all talented. But in the beginning, they will not be able to become the great talents of the country."
"Great talents are tempered by small talents. Great talents are not born together. It is this group of people who got the opportunity to hone their talents at the right time."
"You can take charge of a county, but how can you take charge of a province, and how can you take charge of a country? - You can lead ten men to fight, but how can you have the chance to take a thousand? Let alone ten thousand? One hundred thousand? million!"
"Historically, the vast majority of heroes grew into heroes in the process of becoming successful. In other words, many people do have talents, but if they are not given a chance and are not allowed to experience, they will only hurt Zhongyong in the end. It will remain unknown."
"Xiao He first took charge of a place and governed one area, and then managed the needs of an army for Liu Bang. Finally, he entered Xianyang and obtained information about Xianyang's treasury, and then he became the prime minister of a country. But in this world, how many people can enter Xianyang? Opportunity? Even if you join, how many of you will have the opportunity to practice along the way? "
"Everyone is a small talent, no matter what. This is why masters exist among the people, because there are always one or two young talents who get the opportunity to hone themselves and become masters! It's just one or two! It doesn't make much difference."
"It's not that Peixian is great, Huaixi is great, it's that they get opportunities to hone talents from small to big talents."
Everyone was still pondering, but Brother Wang was not allowed to rest for a while, and then asked, "So, what does this have to do with the two types of people I mentioned? - It has a big relationship!"
"Look, there are tens of thousands of elders and elders in Renhuang's province. But there are only nearly a thousand who have truly attained high levels of enlightenment? Why?"
"Because, they don't get the opportunity to practice! Most elders need to deal with sect chores and use up all their strength for the little power at hand."
"Today we have to deal with the conflicts among the disciples, tomorrow we have to complete the tasks assigned by the sect, and the day after tomorrow we have to do the routine work of the elders. In the end, how many of them have time to practice?"
"In today's era, if monks are really allowed to practice wholeheartedly, even if the cultivation resources are not abundant, I think nine out of ten people can become the Enlightenment state! At least four out of ten Enlightenment states can become the Condensing Cauldron state .”
"But, in reality, are there many enlightenment realms and Ningding realms?"
"Not much."
"Too many disciples are troubled by worldly affairs, and too many elders are disturbed by ordinary affairs."
"It's like hurting Zhongyong! Everyone hurts Zhongyong! Obviously, we shouldn't only have today's achievements. Even if we can't become a great talent, we should still retain some talents. But running around all our lives, just to make a living, we have to lose all our talents. Empty! Lost to everyone!"
"Everyone is not indifferent! But we can't practice. We can only spend time!"
"Only geniuses can break through the limitations of the mortal world with their talent alone."
Brother Wang looked at Zhang Zhilin, his eyes were like those of an old cow, full of fear when he saw the butcher.
That is the reluctance of a young person who thinks he has a bright future, but whose spirit has dissipated after being tortured by reality, and who is willing to accept the ordinary when he meets a genius. It is even more powerless against reality.
Zhang Zhilin's heart was trembling.
How many people in the world can steal dragon scales? How many more can enter the Taiyi Palace?
Everyone has a talent, they just can't hone it. In the end, everyone disappeared.
Today, Xiao He from Pei County entered Xianyang.
But in the Sishui Pavilion, there are no talents at all who have not entered Xianyang?
They had no chance.
More monks are working hard for a few resources.
The harder you work, the less chance you have to break through!
In the end, naturally only monks from aristocratic families who poured tea and wine and arrogant geniuses could show their talents.
"Spring birds and autumn insects make their own noises. Taken from Huang Jingren's "Miscellaneous Feelings" in the Qing Dynasty."
