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Volume 3: With a blow of destiny, the king appears. Chapter 9: The "big" showdown

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    The master's great thoughts lead to the inner world?  How to navigate the inner world?  Master Luo Xiaoyun slowly closed her eyes, and a sound emerged in the blank space. The sound gradually grew from weak to loud, and the whole world began to take shape. A majestic and majestic music blasted from the top, with the spiritual power of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, metaphysics, gas  One by one, the source points were condensed and dispersed throughout the world, and flowers, trees, plants, and various animal life began to be born.  % Master Luo Xiaoyun finally saw the inner world of the great philosopher Long Yinyue, and was inexplicably excited.  The natural period, the mixed period, the barbaric period, the feudal period, the castle period, the mechanical period, the scientific and technological period, the civilization period, and the network period. In the network period, the master Luo Xiaoyun saw the disciples of great philosophers who created the world, and the disciples of humans and gods.  The lyrics of the Confession Song sung by his disciple Zhang: "The stop before Jinhua Junior High School on Xinsheng South Road, Taipei City, is the 0 bus that goes to Nanshijiao, Yonghe. It is full of a 16-year-old boy from the High School Affiliated to the Normal University and a Jinhua Junior High School.  The first love of a junior high school girl, there is no love more pure than this in my life, even though she made me give up my studies before the college entrance examination. When I was eighteen years old, I went to Taipei Medical College and the Chinese Language Department of the National Normal University to have a mountain climbing relationship.  It was a matching game of throwing the key, and we were destined to be together. In the end, I was blessed by someone else because I didn¡¯t love her enough. Unfortunately, I didn¡¯t know how to cherish love at the time. At the age of twenty-two, a fire suddenly burned out.  I had been in the same class for five years and I always fooled around in dance clubs. She went to faraway Atlanta. I was young and unbearable and disconnected from her without knowing it. Later, I ended up at Liu Zhangli on Heping East Road.  I opened a clinic on Anju Street. I lost my direction in life and danced every night until six in the morning. Later, I met the choir director of Zhongshan Girls' High School. She gave me a place to stay at the Abbey Road Recording Studio in the UK. She also gave me a chance to study in Pittsburgh for the first time.  I cried for love once. I went to Bird Island by the Qinghai Lake. After being drunk and vomiting due to lack of oxygen, I cried hoarsely for several nights until I saw the ignorant and beautiful face of a Tibetan girl in Lhasa. Later I returned.  I have never met her again in Taiwan. During the long-term emotional blank, I once walked into the depths of flowers in Beijing. She was an innocent flower. I accompanied her back to her home by holding the bicycle. I still remember her shyness.  Face, maybe that feeling was also my last farewell to the innocent love I had when I was a student. The girl Han brought me once said she loved me so much and wanted to be my wife, and finally betrayed me to the southern island, but I no longer blame her.  Humiliated me. Almost destroyed me. I didn¡¯t know why she came from Quebec, Canada, and planted love seeds with me on the shores of Lake Baikal. I didn¡¯t know why until I saw her in the heavy snow at the Greyhound bus station.  Waiting for me like crazy. It was 10 degrees below zero and it was snowing heavily. On the first night in Montreal, many men and women lived separately in a French-style house. I stayed in a room facing the street. The windows were frozen, and the sky was full of stars. It was very dark and blue, and she got in.  My bed, but in the end it was the girl I knew when she was in Renai Junior High School that made me finally give up on my eternal love at the age of forty-one. How old is this and I am still immature? How can I not do it in this life?  No matter how mature I am, am I really old? Am I no longer young and excited? Why am I still waiting for billions more than when I first fell in love?  The only person in the world who could love me forever. Even though I knew it was getting more and more hopeless, I longed for him more and more. After that, I had a lover who was similar to me in my previous life, that half-breed guy from Finland.  Ordinary people also wanted to immortalize the moment of love for Pompeii, just like freezing time with lava after a volcanic eruption. On Route 601 on the southern coast of France, we could not find the exit of life, and we were sitting on the road from Barcelona to Iraq.  The ferry on the electronic island of Pisa, the all-night carnival where you forget your own body. Only when you are lost can you see yourself, fear and lost dreams.  I wanted to die under the flowers of Milan but I could only return empty in the end.  In Manzhouli, South Island, Bulgaria, and Slovakia, I only saw passion.  A makeup artist in Berlin, Germany, her room is full of red lanterns, and she drinks jasmine tea to relieve hangovers. She loves the East, but she may not really love me.  A descendant of the Mongol expedition who stayed by the Black Sea thousands of years ago told me in a Moscow ballroom that he told me as if his ancestors were seducing Turkic soldiers. If you go south along Kiev to the Black Sea, you will reach Odyssey.  , there are as many beauties as crabs coming ashore to lay eggs.  So many nights muttering to myself, chasing from end to end, so many experiences, but I still can¡¯t regain the broken me. I have become more, pursuing the happiness that only babies and madmen can feel, and even facing  Good customs provoke.  ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????¡­  But every time I become rational for a second, IAt the beginning, there was no need for thinking or experience, and only the instinct to release the energy of life and passion was like the emotional womb of a wise young man under a trapped beast still fighting.  The eyes that finally lost their eyeballs still shed tears. I have to admit that people are destined to be ridiculed by Lao Zhuang and the frog in the well. Every time I think I have looked away, I am free, I think I am deep in the sea, but in fact I just wet my clothes by the river.  There is still a darkness inside that cannot detect light.  I wanted to pursue the great happiness that seemed to last forever, but I was reluctant to let go of the small happiness every time. Finally, even the small happiness gradually disappeared. Gradually, I became more and more painful. Gradually, I became a more broken me. The past me,  The me when I was a child, the me in the future, and the me in the future all seem to be disconnected, and each one of me is broken.  My world seemed to be really ruined, and I could never find love again. Suddenly one day, miraculously, when I was at my most depressed, I walked thousands of miles and reached the Saudi icebergs in Greenland.  The dreamy spiritual mountain with cannibalistic fireworks and beautiful scenery finally allowed me to vaguely regain my first love and ideal in adolescence.  I seem to feel that there is a flag calling me in the distance. It seems that my soul is waving a flag. In the distant sea, it is calling me in the sea. It seems to be saying to me, come butterfly!  This is the world for you to fly. Stop flying on the water and come down to the sea. This is your world. You have to know that in the sea you can fly better, you can fly deeper, and you can feel your  The kind of liberation you can't get in the sky, this is your eternal destination.  Finally, I made up my mind to cut off the small sky and small lake where I once lived. I abandoned these attachments and these reluctances, and ran towards the happiness that finally allowed me to live in peace. The unfettered happiness I had when I was a child, the sea, that is who I am.  Wherever I need to go, that's where I will experience everlasting happiness.  I vaguely touched the fur edge of the invisible elephant, and I once again felt the warmth of the amniotic fluid in the mother's womb, the uterus, pain and self-abuse, poverty, happiness and wealth, sex-repression-satisfaction, no matter what kind, as long as there is self-respect.  Living with pride is a kind of happiness.  Aristotle said ruthlessly, I love my teacher, and I love the truth even more. He also left a will affectionately, requesting that he be buried next to his wife's grave.  I say that what mortals love most is their loved ones. In the mortal world, truth always bows before love and affection in the end.  The Greenland iceberg looked at me silently, describing without words, the "me" who loved me for everything when I was a child, the "me" who loved me for the first time when I was a child, the "me" who didn't know how to talk about me when I was a child, that "me" is still with me  In your heart?  Has that "I" ever left me?  Did I abandon him or did he abandon me?  Maybe we have never been separated, maybe he just doesn't want to appear in a mature world that he doesn't like. That "I" is like God, with a love that is different from the world, a love that is different from human selfishness, and a love that is different from all men and women.  Love.  What kind of love is that?  Is there a love like God, a love that does not ask for anything but only gives in the world?  Do I have it?  Have I really loved without regrets?  Have I ever really loved?  Have I ever been truly loved?  " Master Luo Xiaoyun shook her head. Men are always self-righteous, and that's all for being passionate. In the inner world of Master Luo Xiaoyun, the King of Love appeared. His face showed the face of a great philosopher, Lover, King of Love, King of Philosopher, suddenly the Master  Luo Xiaoyun stood at the highest peak, looking down at the Internet for a long time, the human world war during the Breaking Period, the emergence of the wise heroic king who covered the sky with one hand, the alienation of all people during the Great Universe Period, and the Vast Saint Period for a long time.  The time of love, the time of eternity, but the time of eternity, the time of eternity. The great philosopher emerged in this place. Master Luo Xiaoyun could not see clearly, her heart was anxious, and her spirit was excessive. Master Luo Xiaoyun turned it into a masterpiece, a poem of empty space, without any traces.  Impurities, only beauty, an eternal poem, fell into the eternal era, and later generations called the master Luo Xiaoyun an epic poem. The beautiful epic flies in the heaven full of peach blossoms. In the mid-air, music flowers fly, and the world is peaceful.  The world, the world without fighting against the world, "so beautiful!"  " Luo Xiaoyun, a master of epic poems, said. "What a beautiful world. Looking up at the classical book clock, the book is engraved with, eternal time. She saw the ultimate beautiful world. Outside the eternal time, the broken void, the epic poem was surprised and  Trembling non-stop, a demon hero standing in the starry sky with his bare hands splitting the sky, the great philosopher is facing off against the great demon. The epic master Luo Xiaoyun was shocked and realized, and transformed into Shi Shi. There is no beauty, no ugliness, no good, no evil, only "truth".  , he is the same great philosopher and great devil, the difference is that one has long white hair, and the other has short red hair, black and white, they are either black or white, they cannot turn into gray, there is only a duel.  Confused, her wisdom is not high enough, she hates the great devil who is so wise that she wants to kill Dazhe. Why should she destroy all the good things?Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!
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