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Volume 3: A blow of destiny, the king appears Chapter 3: Life is so cruel

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    In a world of blank space, a few years have passed, and time is always ruthless.  Long Yun was directly transferred back to the primary combat zone of the Great World of Tongtian Pictures.

    The primary war zone is like a wild world, full of the natural smell of the beginning of the world. The air is very fresh. Long Yun's consciousness has been raised to the level of divine consciousness, and the flowing temperament can be seen in front of him.

    There are constantly new kinds of human races, or various life beings appearing unexpectedly, but under the direct sweep of the huge tornado-like electric light that flashes in the sky, almost all of them disappear into thin air!

    Long Yun received an urgent message in her mind. Anyone with a martial skill value less than 10 will die!  Long Yun quickly took a look at herself and found that after Yiguang Huannian's training in the world of white space, her martial arts value had increased from 1 to 9, her wisdom value from 15 to 16, and her consciousness value from 80 to 90.

    Long Yun said anxiously, "It's so unfair? You're going to die if you don't know anything? It doesn't make sense! There's no justice! All those years of training have been in vain? How can life be so cruel?"

    The huge Lightning Mang, which was said to be late at that time!.

    Computer sister is still browsing Brother Long¡¯s "Private Message to Luo Xiaoyun" in the land of void©¤

    Me: Everyone has emotions.  Who are you today, who you are now? I forgot that I saw that writer who said: In the end, after all, you face the world alone!

    Your heart, your thoughts, are only owned by you. My prying is only enough to explore the outer cauldron. No matter how close two people are, they can't understand yourself better than the other you.

    The West says that pursuing another self and getting close to oneself turns out to be looking for another shadow of oneself.  Your shadow, my shadow, finding it is love and affection.  One in a million.

    The other you, you are sad and she is sad, you retreat and she retreats, you smile lightly and she smiles lightly, you are angry and she is angry, you are nothing and she is nothing, you are broken and she is broken, you are enlightened and she is enlightened, you understand her, she  got you.  You are two souls of the same body.  You are ugly and she is ugly, you are beautiful and she is beautiful!  What is the ultimate love? It is to get another self, that¡¯s all, haha!  what you think?

    Me: I have to be busy with real estate work in the evening.  hehe!  Quickly write down your own story to share with your friends: Your father can play any musical instrument and is at least a talented music master. Why can¡¯t you do the same? My father is restricted in the traditional world and is content with everything, but I am free and unrestrained.  No traditional baggage, the flow of music runs in my blood!  Just being born as a seeker is how I integrated myself into heaven and earth.  It doesn't matter whether there is no self or self, it doesn't matter. In the universe of heaven and earth, the dragon chants the moon for the seeker, and the proud dragon is the king of music.

    Me: OK!  I once heard that ancient swordsmiths smelted their bodies in a furnace in order to create a perfect sword. When I was young, I thought it was ridiculous, idiotic, and fake.  Boring, impossible, so ignorant that I only found out now.  It may be true, understand Tao with emotion, enter love with Tao, and become a martyr!  Die for love!  A spirit that enters the world, has the same body as the musical instrument, has the same rhyme as the music, and is the same as all things in heaven and earth.  Accidentally and unexpectedly, I feel that level more and more now.  A taste of freedom, detachment, and transcendence.  What about you? Have you ever experienced: becoming enlightened by love, becoming crazy by art, and become a master of photography!

    Me: Since these days, late at night, apart from your book, I have never read another book. I must read at least one book!  I have accumulated too much and haven¡¯t read it yet. Reading has to become my habit. It¡¯s best to read everything, ha!  That is impossible and meaningless.

    Reading you, you are a secret that cannot be told, leave the computer desk first and go to the desk, first say a sweet good night!  Sleep easily, smile, and be wonderful. That lovely person is none other than you. Your name is Luo Xiaoyun, haha!  It¡¯s okay to call you by your name and entertain yourself!

    Me: Although my writing is not very good, I still have his arrogance, haha!  I only write for those who are moved by my heart. I can¡¯t help it. My heart is moved by you at this moment. Don¡¯t worry. Beautiful women always attract bees, butterflies, dragonflies and frogs. But let¡¯s go back to the previous words.  I blame you for being so beautiful that people can¡¯t stand it, or you could say it¡¯s because the photos you took are so beautiful!

    The more I write and the more words I speak, it means how charming you are and how tempting you are to me!  If I remember correctly, history will eventually prove that when the time comes, I will stop writing. I don¡¯t know what day it is. It will be the same for anyone. I don¡¯t deliberately write three hundred words. Just say what you want!  This is freedom.

    Everyone can talk and speak, but who can listen? Those who can listen must be friends and admirers. I listen to what you are saying, listening in a happy role, and I don¡¯t expect you to speak well. If you have something to say,  It¡¯s just good!  Regarding you, I don¡¯t care whether it¡¯s good or bad, but it¡¯s more important to be in a good mood. It¡¯s simple to be healthy and happy, but it¡¯s not easy to do it unless you¡¯re used to it.

    Me: I saw on it a conversation between me and "jolie Luo Xiaoyun", a conversation? Haha!  I said, listen, listen or not, I don¡¯t know. The biggest and only wish of a writer is that the person he writes to can see it, see the writer¡¯s emotions, and even more, see my heart.  Yes, open your mind!  However, it's very difficult, and you can't ask for it when you get it, let alone force it. I'm a bit forceful, respect all freedoms, right?

      I throw these words at you all at once. I am happy and I never want to write you a letter that makes you unhappy. Remember c. Make a cup of tea, enjoy the quiet night, and continue to listen to beautiful music. You will be happy too.  Yo!  must.

    Me: Thank you for meeting you!  Lulu!  La!  Recently I discovered that I like music more again. The feeling is so different and the artistic conception is different, ha!  happy!  Who wakes me up? Wrong writing Shanmeng doesn't have to tell me that someone will fall in love with me in the future, time stops here, no need to wake me up, no need to wake me up, I feel the same mood, the state of intoxication of art, relaxed!  On a certain day of a certain year and a certain month, Boya visited Ziqi again. The scenery was still green, but Ziqi had returned to the west. Touching the scene and touching the harp made me sad. Boya's string fell apart because there was no sound anymore. Thousands of years later, when I played the harp again,  More cold arrows and more cold words, please listen, please listen gently!  Sing to my soulmate who will never leave you!

    Me: I was just watching Leehom Wang¡¯s Boya Juexian MV. The heroine in the scene has a little bit of charm like you!  I have to think of her as you Luo!  Hahaha!

    Me: I would like to share with you the pop song I am listening to. I like the sound of the guzheng [Bo Ya Jue Xian] - know people, know their faces, know yourself, know your enemy and know your heart.  The ancients said that this is the so-called bosom friend, knowing and cherishing each other, loving each other and remembering each other. My friend, will you always think of me? When will we meet again in what year, month and day? When can we have wine and talk and reminisce? Many, many, very deep  Deep memories, many songs, I just want to sing for you about the Spring and Autumn Period, when Boya's piano skills were well-known far and near, the sunken fish also came out of the water, the horse raised its head and listened, listened, the lonely voice, world-famous is not as good as a close friend, until the child  Listening to the piano in the future unlocks Boya's state of mind. The high mountains and flowing water make the scenery seem spiritual. The high mountains are green and the flowing water is as quiet as a mirror. The world without words is better than the world with words.

    listen!  Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu, what is not written in the lyrics is the extended sound outside the string, pour a glass of wine, hold a fist, and express concern, and the melody will continue unchanged after a thousand years, when the spring snow melts into the summer scenery, and the autumn wind blows  I send you a letter, the gong is ringing on the wall in the middle of winter, the gong is ringing on the wall in the middle of winter, it is the four seasons of longing again.

    Me: Please pay attention to the romantic age, please avoid dangerous stimulation, please stay away from the trap of sinking, please get used to the lonely mood, please be careful of the hot weather, please reject the feeling of sadness, please do not enter my text world and become  I won't be responsible when my imagination runs wild. Please don't pay attention to me. The more you pay attention to me, the more itchy your heart will be. When will you stop wandering? I don't want to be a writer in space, I would rather be a stone man of time (a person hunted by time)  However, you are also a wanderer in Chongqing (the universe). You don¡¯t need me on the earth. If I come to this land, who will leave it in all directions?.

    Just when Long Yun was about to die and disappear in an instant, a violent and domineering aura suddenly appeared in the sky, followed by a beautiful woman who whispered softly: What the hell is this place? Yue!  (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes.

    PS: The wind is blowing outside the window, it¡¯s a typhoon night!  I fell asleep while watching a movie in the morning and didn't go to the meeting. Of course I didn't go out or go to the company. I control the time!  But the storm is beyond my control. Thinking about it, it is better to keep a warm heart and an open-minded attitude!  Let¡¯s continue to relax and practice!
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