Concubine Song Qing waved her hand and said, "Young Master Liu looks natural when he eats, so there is nothing wrong with him. On the contrary, he feels more comfortable eating with you."
"Isn't it natural before?"
"I don't know, it's been a long time since anyone has been natural in front of Concubine Qing."
"Everyone has his own nature, but as we grow older, we forget our original intention."
"Does the original intention...refer to the child's self?"
"Yes! We are all born in nature. When a child's mind is at its strongest, he is a natural person. So I, you and everyone else just go with the flow and follow your heart, that is freedom. When is the most comfortable time? Exactly. As a child! When was the most uncomfortable time? When you grew up!
When I was a child, I didn't care about anything. I only cared about myself. That was my true self. As I grew up, the people, things and things I considered were slowly blocked. I also lost my true self. My freedom did not disappear, but I was left behind by you.
It is waiting, waiting for you to be free from anything and feel light, open your eyes to look at the stars, and run freely on the earth. What does it mean to be in the eyes of others? That is the true selflessness without self or roots. "
Then, after Wei Jing spoke, he just drank quietly. When everyone didn't know why, Concubine Song Qing had already closed her eyes and was in the process of enlightenment. At this time, the aura emanating from her body became stronger and stronger, and became even more uncontrollable. "Ji~~" was also heard from the chairs and tables. "Chi~" a tearing sound.
After a while, when the breath disappeared, Concubine Song Qing's opened eyes were glowing with blue light. She stood up and said to Mr. Liu: "Thank you Mr. Liu for your words, which allowed Concubine Qing to break through. Please pay homage." She immediately bowed and made a bow. Big gift.
Wei Jing did not turn sideways, but smiled and bowed to her.
Wei Jing said: "Miss Song, as long as you don't mind me talking too much, it will be fine. However, sometimes I see you reading papers or writing in the carriage, which reminds me of a friend of Zhuge who even feeds his subordinates." Even small things must be handled personally and eventually one will die from fatigue.”
Concubine Song Qing, if you think about it, is actually in a similar situation to Zhuge's friend. She is a daughter. If she doesn't work harder, she will be looked down upon by others or let down her father's hopes.
As she kept moving forward, she was unknowingly affected by the attention of the outside world, forming an invisible cage.
She had accumulated enough internal energy, but she had not been able to take a step forward. She might have been trapped by worldly matters, but she could not get out of it. It was not until Wei Jing's words that the change in her mood made a further breakthrough.
At this time, Wei Jing said: "I have accepted your courtesy. Please sit down and eat." The other party nodded and didn't care about anything else. He immediately started eating, and some guests were also whispering.
"The guide to the herbalist is Qiwen! Who is he?"
"Could it be someone from the royal family traveling abroad or some ancient inheritor?"
"Looking at how young he looks, he must be, otherwise he would be in such a high state of mind."
Wei Jing, who was involved in the incident, swallowed all the food, put down the silver coins on his back, and left after spewing out stomach qi.
Xiao Hong asked Mr. Song, "Do you want to prepare a thank you gift?"
You must know that it is easy to break through in practice, but it is difficult to reach the sky if the state of mind goes further. You can imagine how important Wei Jing's pointers are. He doesn't think anything of it, but others cannot ignore it.
Concubine Song Qing shook her head and said: "He is just returning the favor, but there is a little more, and I have no way to repay this! Pass on the order, treat Mr. Liu like you treat me from now on."
Everyone headed by Xiao Hong clasped their fists and nodded, saying, "Yes!"
Concubine Song Qing held the tea cup in her hand and said, "Put some people's information in the side room and check it after dinner."
After Xiaohong nodded, she temporarily stepped aside and let the others wait on Master Song to eat.
Concubine Song Qing asked, Mr. Liu, who exactly are you? Others didn't quite understand what he said just now, but a few people knew that it was a pointer to the state of mind.
If there is not a father-son relationship or a close blood relationship, this precious reminder cannot be said, on purpose? Or unintentionally?
Wei Jing ignored the opinions of others and went back to his room to play with the toys he bought today.
It is a cat-shaped mask that can cover two-thirds of the face; it has a wooden feel; a white jade-like background: with cherry-colored patterns, it seems to be a random addition, but if you look closely, it looks like a cat's face. Come alive in front of you.
That was, before he returned to the inn, he saw an old man wearing patched clothes holding a wooden stick with different masks hung on it.
With his other hand, he was holding a five or six-year-old little girl wearing thin clothes. She must be his granddaughter. Seeing that the girl was old and still had a child, he stepped forward to buy a mask from her. Make your face no longer exposed to the public.
After asking about the price, he found out that each of the old man's masks cost one tael of silver. He almost rolled his eyes at him, which was about three-thirds of a family's monthly expenses.
He took out ten taels of silver and said to the old man: "Please, please give me a mask. It can have any pattern. There is no need to renew the silver. However, the old man also considered lowering the price a little, so that life would become easier." Yixin gave the candy he ate to a little girl, who was very happy after eating it.
Although the old man's plain clothes were patched, they were not dirty at all. After a strange look flashed through his wise eyes, he took a bite of silver and said, "That's right, little friend, the silver is real!"
When he was reaching for the wooden stick, he thought for a moment and retracted his outstretched hand, took out the mask from his arms and gave it to the other person before saying, "This is what I made in my later years."
Wei Jing took it and didn't care when the old man left. He didn't know if the other party listened to the advice.
He couldn't hear the old man say: "Interesting boy!" and then slowly pulled his granddaughter away.
The granddaughter asked: "Grandpa, are you moving again?" The old man smiled kindly and nodded.
In the night sky, the stars are like a love drama, colliding with each other and shining with the light of sparks.
Wei Jing sat cross-legged on the bed, Cheng Dao floating in the air, the black cloth at the end expanded to surround him, forming a round ball but it was not closed tightly and still had some gaps.
Tong Yixin came back at night and found that he was breaking through and immediately protected him. The boy's body exuded an uncontrollable spiral aura. If Chengdao hadn't been covering it up, everyone in the inn would have known that someone had broken through.
After a long time, Wei Jing's breath gradually disappeared, and his closed eyes also opened.
Sharp and upright, this was the first thing Tong Yixin felt when he saw his eyes open, and asked in surprise: "Boy, you have broken through to the ninth level of Qi Realm Master. It can be said that your meridians were very different from ordinary people earlier, not to mention your improved physique when you became enlightened. .
On the ninth level, the blood exchange process that will be carried out is very easy for you, but even if it is damaged, it can be repaired with skills! But where does your gun intention come from? "
There is a popular saying in the Shikoku Continent: "A soldier's will is like a brother's mind!" Since ancient times, human beings have used different tools. Soon after the emergence of civilization, it was discovered that all things have thoughts.
In the same way, if you keep using a tool, you will become more and more proficient. When the tools are used in battle, they become weapons, and the military spirit generated in them is also discovered by people.
To this day, those who use weapons cannot be called "guests" if they cannot generate military will. This is an inevitable goal for those who use weapons, even if it takes a lifetime of energy.
For example, a sword wielder can produce sword intent, and the opponent is a "swordsman" beyond ordinary people's perception. For example, after cultivating to the eighth level of aura master, the five senses will be enhanced, but the sword intent is independent of the five senses. The existence of a sixth sense.
If a "swordsman" can sense the emotion of a sword, regardless of whether the sword has a military spirit or not, he can swing the sword in his hand freely. If the realm is similar and the distance is not far, he can also sense other people with military spirit. The presence.
The birth of military will has nothing to do with cultivation, it is your sudden enlightenment or opportunity about weapons, which is something that can only happen by chance.
Wei Jing said truthfully: "I have been taught to use guns since I was sensible. The seeds of the gun spirit have been there a long time ago, but it has only been polished until today."
In fact, what he said was the truth. When he was on Earth, he was taught by his grandfather from a young age until he slaughtered Wang San's family. He broke through the shackles of the law and self. .
