Break through the steam game library

The mountain ghost smiled softly, took his hand, took an epiphany, gently tossed it, and when the epiphany fell, the two of them had already appeared on the altar of white jade.

"This is... supernatural power?!"

"It turns out that it's called, is it supernatural?"

Ah Cheng sighed again. The Holy Stars are truly blessed, and their supernatural powers are exclusive to great practitioners. Generally, Buddhist and Taoist laymen of seven to eighty years old can see one or two. Unexpectedly, here, as long as you pick an epiphany from the endless flowers Can be thousands of miles in a flash.

Ah Cheng secretly picked off the three flowers and held them in his arms.

Ficus pumila danced again, wrapped them with light, and returned to the lake.

Ah Cheng fell into the lake and was immersed in the water, separated from the mountain ghost by the undulating lake.

He felt that he was so clear, his mind became more pure.

Perhaps this means letting go after getting it. After experiencing it, you can see it through.

Ah Cheng felt that he saw through love and love.

He silently swam to the shore and looked to the east. The sun rose, and the morning light in the east was red and purple. When he was young, he thought this was the color of Mount Xumi, but now he knows that mortals are not worthy to look at the Tianzhu.Once witnessed, it is death.

How unfair.

Ah Cheng waved to Ficus pumila, "You go back! It's not early!"

Yes, it's getting late. If you don't go to the college, you should stop again.

"Remember, come and see me!" Puli pouted, the expression on her face was a bit dazed and uneasy, as if she had smelled a certain smell, something called abandonment.

Ah Cheng smiled, "Okay." Turning around, he ran into the mountains and ran into the forest, his soaked clothes clinging to his back, as if the skin was against the flesh, and he, twisting, was a fish out of the water. Or, it's a bird out of the cage.

Filipina stared at the direction he was leaving, silent.

In the shadow of the mountain forest, the other pair of eyes, half-open and half-closed, looked at the mountain ghost on the lake, the morning light was shining, and it was cast from the gap in the canopy, illuminating a cold face.

...

Ah Cheng ran for ten miles, braving the water vapor, his body was hot, but he only felt extremely comfortable, his skill was surging like a tide, and a warm current in his stomach constantly nourished his tired body. He felt like a giant chasing the sun, able to run. Until death.

Not late.

Entering the classroom with the sound of the bell, the master just glanced at him and snorted coldly.

Days seem to be back to the past.

Three meals a day.

Breakfast is for one person, lunch is for a group of people, and dinner is for two people.

He could receive news from Ficus pumila every night, watching her expression, from doubt, to anxiety, then suddenly realized, and finally to a dazed calm.

Ah Cheng felt that his heart was hung under the eaves, damp, cold and dry due to wind and rain.At the beginning, it was dripping blood, and then it dried up, leaving only a little remaining blood, which was washed away by rain.

Clean and clean.

His meditation became deeper.

He would eat a petal of the night flower every day, and his inner energy grew vigorously.

Soon, he recited the poems and books of the professors of the college, so he could talk to the dean.

The majestic dean is like a wall, he is a king of the King Kong sect, and he has a lofty status and is a good teacher.

"It's good kid, hard work is good, and reading more is good, but why do you even memorize all Tang poems, but you can't read "Book of Songs" and "Li Sao"?"

"Students are dull, there is no limit to knowledge and learning, and when the manpower is poor, there will always be things they cannot reach."

"Well. I don't blame you. Go ahead. Once you have practiced martial arts, I personally promote you to this school."

"Thanks to the dean for the promotion, the students are grateful."

Ah Cheng, he is on fire.

The students all know that he is valued by the dean.

Some people say that he is the second Sangji brother.

Ah Cheng said, Ah achievement is Ah Cheng.

Like...

Chapter 210. Fanwai Acheng (7)

Ah Cheng returned home.

Daddy is not here.

He should always go home, but he was not there, not in the kitchen, not in the bedroom, not at home.

Ah Cheng looked at the icy stove, in a daze.

I opened the lid, and what was left in it was a little bit of porridge from the morning.Dad didn't even eat breakfast.

Ah Cheng took out the cold porridge, mixed it with a cold dish, and ate it as dinner.

Some do nothing.

Ah Cheng moved a bench and sat in the courtyard, watching the sunset.

The scenery is there and you can see it any day, but it is not in the mood to see it that day.

Ah Cheng was in a bad mood.

He knew that his father looked down on this son, obviously, just like Ah Cheng secretly despised his father as an old bastard steeped in memory.

In many things, father and son are tacitly aware.

Why does my father prefer to speak in the Pure Land?Because there is no need to see Ah Cheng.

Why does Acheng like to talk in the college?It's also because you don't need to see A-da.

Annoying each other, Dad felt that God was fair, one life changed one life, and his wife had to leave when Ah Cheng came at home.

Ah Cheng felt that God was unfair. It was Dad who had died back then, but A Niang died.

The same experience, but a completely different experience of fate, A-da still has hope in his heart, so he can tirelessly love the world.In fact, Ah Cheng's heart has long been cold and ashes. He yearns for a life surrounded by others, but on the other hand, he is more comfortable with the pastoral life in seclusion.

Ah Cheng met a young love, and then gave up.Now he yearns for true affection.