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Volume 3: A blow of destiny, the king appears Chapter 8: Fighting for the king, over-playing the piano

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    What an amazing world of thought.  The Phaseless King scanned the entire world and spoke.  When Mu Long knew that the Lord of the Great World of Thought was the Transcendent Lord, the Music Emperor Tianjiaolong, the Demon Head, the God of Freedom and Freedom, and the King of Formless All stayed.

    The world here is absurd, but it is true. Thoughts are indeed powerful. This transcendent Lord is obviously one level higher than the Creator. The question is: 1. Why is his reputation on the same level as the Creator? 2. Which one is higher than him?  How high is the level?  Xiaoyaozuishen evaluated it from the perspective of artistic conception and said.

    The devil said: The most terrifying and helpless thing is that this is his world, he dominates the mind, even if I may defeat him, the ridiculous and fun thing is that defeating him means defeating myself. Should I defeat myself?  Why should I defeat myself? Is it possible to defeat myself?  If I defeat me, then I am not dead!

    Music Emperor Tianjiao Long said: The reason why the world of thought and transcendence poses challenges is because thought itself does not have a consensus of answers. Thought is inherently about constantly surpassing earlier thoughts, existing imagination and philosophy, and any  The existing concepts will be unceremoniously surpassed by the new ideas.

    Mu Long continued: In addition, the most important thing, "thought", is the most difficult thing for ordinary people to change and surpass. Therefore, only a very small number of real people or masters compete with each other about thoughts, which is like the universe or all the people.  The battle for the king begins.

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    The author has slept less than a day in six days. He puts his hands behind his back and listens to the sound of life. His thoughts running through the center of the universe are floating.  Gone with the wind, the self is the center point, and the stream of consciousness draws out a song of the universe, singing in the multi-dimensional space, a song of the universe of fantasy and conquest, a foreign song that constantly surpasses every challenge.

    I don¡¯t know what to do with this world, the fact of life is like this, impermanence, the truth is empty, life is drifting with the flow.  Follow the trend and resist it.  Will no one truly accept death?

    (It suddenly occurred to me that there are six kinds of covers for the Tetralogy of Uncanny Universe. Thanks to different readers for their enthusiastic production! By bringing philosophy and thoughts into the later content, this book should have the flavor of a Chinese stream-of-consciousness classic. I¡¯m bragging.

    Some readers once asked me if I like Xiaoyao Wang?  Music king?  Love letter expert?  Stream of consciousness emperor?  That nickname?  In fact, the nickname is correct.  I like the nickname Long Yin Yue.  Hahaha

    Life-long learning.  If you can understand this book, it really only means that you are strong!  1. Your Chinese skills are super strong. 2. You are a master of Chinese thinking!  3. You are so patient and capable!  The author does not read what he writes.  Because I will feel dizzy + vomiting snow!  Haha, get off work, flash people)

    As a result, I forgot that as early as between the ages of twenty-five and thirty, I gradually discarded the ancient and modern Chinese and foreign thoughts and turned to the pursuit of realm. Now I sit back and stay silent to the words.

    She (Hu Qingfang) once said that music is colorless, tasteless, devoid of substance, ethereal, and yet omnipresent. The author also said that, but I am in the direction of the sun and go to a higher realm, while she is in the opposite direction.

    When she mentioned music, she already looked tired and worn out, not just physically exhausted, but she also felt sensually exhausted, too much chasing, overstimulation, too much play, her emotional muscles overexerting,  By now she was completely exhausted.

    She has lost all possibility of shaking and the inner state of cultivation. She is like an over-played piano, unable to produce any new melody.  The bright and soft moon, the dark and deep sea, the still and silent insects, all have nothing to do with her, and she can't feel it at all.

    She just longs for the whole world to be silent, preferably no sound at all. Only a world where the music is temporarily turned off can all her emotions begin to regain their elasticity and beauty. Then, when the time comes, they can discuss love with each other again.

    Music is everywhere - this is not the existence of God, it is music now.  When the current human race lives in a movie with a pre-recorded soundtrack, this second, the next second, that scene, this scene, the music is always filling her ears.

    She couldn't help but hear it, just for a moment.  But no.  When he takes the bus, goes to the supermarket, drinks coffee, enters the elevator, enters the office, is in the park, or on the plane, the music lights up different atmospheres in the background where she appears, like a worldly etiquette master, reminding me what I should do.  mood, emotions and emotions.

    Even if she went to a strange restaurant, she couldn't tell the food cooked in this restaurant from the smell and shape of the food. From the music they played, she could suddenly realize that this was a Turkish restaurant, so she avoided the dilemma of being at a loss.

    Music makes people react to situations immediately without thinking.

    We have discussed time and time again that this is a world full of transactions.  People always want to sell, sell goods, sell themselves, and sell ideas (more like the author, ha! Sell themselves).

      It is said that business is neutral. However, the act of purchasing is full of emotional meaning.  Because that means you "want".  It was an action full of desire, even embracing hope.  You think that by owning, you can improve your life.

    Selling is stimulating your desire.  Music plays the role of aphrodisiac in business. Music is not just music, music is emotion. When emotion is aroused, all rational activities stop, and a person just wants to feel, breathe, and indulge.

    You no longer want to rely on reason to judge, you just want to be like a small boat, letting the music be like the tide, gently dragging your body, playing with your senses, taking you away from the life you are tired of, to a place far away  An unknown island.

    And when you actually come to an unknown island in the Indian Ocean, facing the vast ocean, and the night gradually falls, your ears are still filled with the sound of wonderful music.  It is not the sound of tropical fish kissing the coral reefs, nor the sound of the tides stirred by the sea breeze, but the melody of an Italian love song.

    Should you consider it romantic?  Should you feel loved?  You should close your eyes and forget the colorful and beautiful underwater scenery in the Indian Ocean, and think that you are actually in a corner of the Mediterranean. Just like you standing on Fifth Avenue in New York, but by greedily sipping Indonesian music, you believe in yourself  Already arrived in the South China Sea?

    When I miss you, my heart trembles. When I miss you, tears fall quietly. When I miss you, I know what loneliness is. When I miss you, who listens to me?  , I have also been drunk and cried for you. Why is love so tortured? During the long night, I string together your promises. How do you want me to accept it? Just leave me like this.

    That day I was walking under the sunset and saw a pair of lovers clinging to each other. At that moment, the past came to my mind, and in an instant I burst into tears;

    Last night, I stood still in the rain, looking at the motionless person across the street. At that moment, I felt like I was back in time, and I couldn't help but burst into tears;

    Life is like a farewell, say goodbye to everything from the starting point, all you have are scars, when you look back at the way you came from, when I miss you;

    For at least ten years, I have not shed tears. There are at least ten songs that comfort me, but now I cry inexplicably when I miss you.

    Why are you no longer as tender and tender as you used to be? Where are the long-haired girls now? Why are you no longer so pure and affectionate as before? Where are your shy hearts now? I miss you. I miss you.  The tenderness you have, the pure love you have, I miss you, I miss you, your tenderness towards me, your pure love towards me

    I want to forget all the past, but it reappears in my heart. It's you. I still hold your handwriting in my hand. I can never find our world again. I dial the phone that can't be turned. Who is sighing again? It's me;

    I miss you, every night I miss you, I can no longer wait for you to fall asleep, every night I miss you, I embrace your heart and miss you (To be continued)
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