Happy Life in Jiang Ye

But what is the will of the world?

The sun is blazing in space, the kingdom of God in the depths of the sky gradually becomes clear, and the heavens and the earth are bright.

This is a day that has never been seen in the world, and even the sky that has always been azure blue has turned into a pure white color.

The light is blind, and few people can open their eyes.

Chang'an City was constantly attacked by the beam of light from the kingdom of God, but it was sheltered by the Shocking God Formation, and it was relatively better than the world outside the city. At least people could open their eyes, but it would feel very hot.

The light is hot, the whole world is shrouded in scorching heat, the water is steaming, the South China Sea is waved, and the remaining snow melts. In the scorching woods, cicadas suddenly sounded, and the snow sea in the extreme northern cold region unexpectedly appeared. Signs of thawing.

It was too hot to sweat, and too hot to breathe.

At this time in the city of Chang'an, in the imperial palace, in the imperial study room, Li Yu's dress was already wet with sweat, and her breathing became a little heavy. She took her brother's hand, walked to the window, and pushed the window open.

In the Chunfeng Pavilion, facing the house, the old man and Shangguan Yang Yu sat facing each other. Both of them had already stripped off their shirts, revealing their thin and unsightly bodies, and they were extremely hot.

"Unbearable."

Standing up on crutches towards the old lady, he pushed all the windows in the room open, looked at the light pulp flowing like a waterfall in the sky, and cursed furiously.

"It's going to be hot to death?"

I'm not sure if I can use swear words, so let's just imagine an old man who is offended, um, the anger of an old man who dares to confront the subject.

This is the will of the world.Will is the idea and what you want to do.

Now, everyone living in this world wants a breeze, wants to open the window and open the door. If the sultry iron house has no doors or windows, then it can only be broken.

At this time, the whole world was an iron house, with firewood burning outside the house, making it extremely sultry.

Therefore, it is this world that people want to break.

As a result, Ning Que sensed the thoughts of hundreds of millions of people in this world, and knew the so-called will of the world.

As a result, the thought power of these hundreds of millions of people surged towards the city of Chang'an from the ends of the world and entered the Shocking God Formation.

Ning Que couldn't stand such a force.

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Therefore, Sangsang raised his hand and took the eye stick in his hand.

Sangsang herself was Ning Que's natal creature, and the power she possessed was the power Ning Que possessed.And as the incarnation of Haotian, Sangsang could naturally bear the master's way, which was passed from her body through Chang'an Shocking God Array, the majestic power of thought from everywhere in the world.

There is such a hot everywhere in the world, and the academy is naturally not immune.

The scholar in front of the cave was also soaked in clothes, but he didn't notice anything. He was still in a daze at the mountain of books on the table, still thinking about the words Guanzhu said earlier.

Useless is a scholar.

The scholar is ultimately useless?

If this sentence is to other people, then maybe there is nothing.However, the view of the subject is for scholars.

A scholar has been reading all his life. It can be said that reading has become a part of him. Then, the sentence of "Keeping the Lord" can actually be said to deny the life of a scholar.

In this regard, the more scholars think about it, the more angry they become, and the more they think about it, the more they lose.

Then, there was endless anger.

He stretched out his hands angrily and pushed down the book on the table.

The books left the desk, but did not fall to the ground, but floated in the air.

Then, all the books in this cliff cave also left the bookshelf and floated into the air.

So, the scholar understood, he let go.

"It turns out that's the case."

An innocent smile appeared on the old face again.

"Go, let him know that words are powerful in themselves."

Then, the countless books left the cliff cave of the academy and flew to the front of Chang'an city wall like a flock of birds.

The collection of books in the academy is vast, there are rare classics, and there are also popular readings like Liangjing Zaji. The number is difficult to calculate. At this time, it was a full circle of Chang'an City in the air!

Seeing this, Xia Yu laughed, and was very happy.

The scholar is a person who only the master knows his origin. It is said that he was already in the academy when the young master did not come.

Therefore, Xia Yu has always admired scholars, because he has always believed that scholars are not just scholars. In fact, it is true, even if the scholars come to realize it at this time.However, if I think about it, the Master should have seen it long ago, otherwise, he would not have left scholars in the academy for so many years.

Scholars are very talented in spiritual practice, as the Master said.Now it seems that even if the scholar did not choose the path of spiritual practice at that time, after so many years of reading, he naturally became a spiritual practitioner.

"Useless is a scholar? Not at all."

Xia Yu smiled and said to the viewer

"Since you think that the scholar is useless, then, dare you let me write a word? Can you dare to let my brother write a word?"

Then, Xia Yu raised her arm without waiting for the subject to answer.

With a virtual grip on his fingers, he held an invisible pen.

Then, the books outside Chang'an City were combined together.

A huge "Tang" character appeared in the sky.

Writing naturally requires ink. Those books are not ordinary paper, but paper with words.

The words are written in ink, so these books are the ink left by countless predecessors.

Naturally, the ink that Xia Yu wanted to use would not be this ink, this ink was too precious, and only the word Ning Que wanted to write was qualified to use this ink.

Books record thoughts and knowledge.

Therefore, books are also the most precious things in human society, and these books are collected by the people in the academy who have spent many people's lives. They can contain almost all the wisdom in the world.

When Xia Yu or Ning Que used it, it was equivalent to using these human wisdom. Therefore, only the word that Ning Que could write was worthy of these ink.

So what is Xia Yu's ink?

It's blood, not just his own blood.

At the moment Xia Yu raised his arm, many people understood what was going on. They raised their arms, scratching their skin, and letting the bright red blood flow out.