At night, the weather began to get cold, no thick clothes, no air conditioning, no charcoal fire, can only close the window door tightly, and let Ningshan find something to block the window hole, point the oil lamp, take out a copy, Ning Cechen decided to copy a few more copies tonight is a few, at least to copy four, and then go to Jifu to change money, get eight copper coins, plus his own two copper coins, just enough for the store's down payment, plus Ningshan.It is unrealistic to plan to sell the couple immediately, he is aiming at two of the most important festivals of the next month, anyway, his goal is to get some money for the opening of the store tomorrow morning!

With the goal, Ning Cechen on the action, people are like this, there is no goal when there is a headless fly, with the goal, like finding the gap in the egg, will not hesitate to drill in!

Grinding, brushing, writing!

Three steps together, for the content of the poem has been clear, do not need to read, directly write down the line, soon, Ning Cechen and into this wonderful feeling, the brain is abnormally clear, it seems to be integrated with the surrounding, writing has a feeling like a fish water, it seems that the pen has a feeling, it seems that the pen has life, to live!

Ningshan sat on a stool opposite Ning Cechen, the whole person reluctantly lying on the table, watching Ning Cechen write, he originally wanted to go to sleep, but did not know what his son wanted to do, did not let him sleep, said he finished a book to let him go to sleep, for this, Ningshan grudge is very big!

You copy the book, pull me up, why do you pull me, this is not the whole of me!

A pair of big eyes hate waiting for Ning Cechen's action, it seems to be to stare out of a thorn, but slowly, Ningshan's eyes slowly changed, and finally changed in surprise, he did not read the book, can not read, but feel Ning Cechen writing is very good-looking, the action is good-looking, the writing is also good-looking, there is an indescribable feeling, is good-looking!

The most important thing is that Ningshan clearly sees that the tip of the pen written by Fang Ming will occasionally emit white fluorescence!

How can the black tip light, and it is still white!

Ningshan eyes widened, unbelieving rubbed, because it is not common sense, although he has not read the book, but does not mean that he is stupid, in fact, in addition to those who have congenital nerve problems, there are really a few stupid people in the world!

Hardly wiped the eyes, carefully looked at their own son to write, this time, the faint white light did not appear, Ningshan relaxed, thinking that he was the eye spent, looked at it for a while, felt that the eyelids were really heavy, Ningshan lying on the table confusedly squinted eyes!

“Wake up, mountain, wake up...it’s dawn!” confused, Ningshan felt that his son was calling himself, heard the dawn, and crumpled his sleep eyes climbed up!

“It’s morning, oh, what a big sun!”Turn your head and look at a clear round of rough skating cursive cursive cursive cursive cursive cursing cursive cursive cursive cursive cursive cursive

“It’s the moon, you’re sleeping.”Ning Cechen's eyes turned around and patted his forehead, the goods had not yet woken up, and the moon was the sun!“Okay, help me, and then you go to sleep!”

Ning Cechen took out two books, one is a copy of the poem just copied by himself, one is the original poetry, put two books on the left and one right in the hands of Ningshan!

Ningshan is still a little drunk, but when the two books are started, they frowned!

“How, how do you feel!”Ning Cechen asked!

“I think the book on the left is much heavier!”Ningshan finished, and looked at Ning Cechen with amazement, and looked at the poetry on his left hand, his face full of surprise.Because he obviously felt that the book on the left is much heavier than the one on the right, if estimated, he felt that the poem on the left hand weighs three or four pounds, but this is abnormal, the same size of the poem, half a kilogram in the right hand, but there are a few pounds on the left hand, this is not a ghost!

“What’s going on, dude!”Ask Ning Xichen in doubt!

“You put it on the table!”Ning Cechen's eyes were bright, and he said to Ning: "You put your mouth on the table and blow the page hard!"

Ningshan was full of confusion, but still in accordance with Ning Cechen's orders to put the two books on the table, and then first breathed hard on the poem, and then saw the leaves clamoring opened a few pages, then Ningshan breathed on the poetry manuscript, he was blind at him, he blew down the book without moving, the page did not move!

“Hell is damned!”

Ningshan did not believe in evil, took a deep breath, once again vigorously blew a mouthful, this time, still the same, the book did not move, even a page, did not turn open, Ningshan felt that the face of some hanging, unbelieving again blowing, and finally, the whole person made the face of the red neck thick, the poem is not let it blow over a page, let him feel, this is not a paper light paper, but like an iron piece!

"Haha!That's it!Oh hey! . .

Seeing this scene, Ning Cechen could no longer bear to laugh out, and now he could be sure that he really was inadvertently understanding the spirit!

This kind of thing, and the cult of the cult of the soul of the spiritual condensed spirit, the martial arts are different, there is no systematic cultivation method, more like a reading realm of understanding, the embodiment of the will, understanding, you will not understand, poor life is also futile, and the most direct expression of the spirit is that the pen has God, lifting weights, if light, the words written by the literary people with the same spirit, even the literal words of ordinary words, with God, the word of the word, the word of the word, the word of the word, the word of the word, the word of the word, the word of the word, the word of the word, the word of the word, the word of the word, the word, the word, the word, the word, the word, the word, the word, the word, the word, the word.Water and fire do not invade, knives and guns are not in, time is difficult to grind, in a word, can make the mountains and rivers easy to color, so that the real words follow the law!

“My son, this is it!”

Ningshan looked at his son suspiciously, he felt damned today, because things are so strange now!

“Oh, that’s hymn!”Ning Cechen smiled, the joy in his eyes was undisguised, but when he saw that Ningshan doubted the appearance, he knew that the goods did not move, and waved his hand and said, "Okay, you go to sleep first, and then you will be able to tell you slowly, and now you can't understand it!"

“Oh!”Ningshan responded, although doubtful in his heart, but did not ask, in fact, he has not yet woken up, some prisoners: "Then I went to sleep first!"

"Well, go, rest well, don't cut the material tomorrow, and I'll get the things done with the shop!"

And Ningshan said a word, Ning Cechen in take out a blank copy, pen to write up, the same feeling mysterious, inexplicable, as if caught in a certain kind of understanding, Ning Cechen clear, he should be caught in the understanding of the culture, the culture is mainly divided into two stages of gas!Easy!

Retrophy is the stage of pregnancy and culture, this period of time, the literate has begun to understand the culture, but will not use, only to the stage of the atmosphere, the literate can be as desired to master the culture, condensed words, the outbreak of the means of killing, can compete with the martial arts friar, then will not appear like the current gas stage book written down a few pounds of the situation, at that time, the culture has been inward, hidden in the text, usually seemingly with ordinary books, only the outbreak of extraordinary!

Ning Cechen's eyes were bright, and during the day he saw the scene of the northern city gate beheading the tiger demon, whether it was the hugeness of the tiger demon, or the flying leap of the warrior, it gave him a great impact, so that he desperately hoped that he would also become a strong man!

The pen goes by dragon and snake, it seems that there is a spirituality between the lines, there is life, it seems to be coming to life, Ning Cechen knows that when these words come to life, it is the time for the culture to develop!

“Sasha! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Outside the window, the night wind howled, rolled up the leaves rustled, because Ningshan blocked the windows of the house, but there was no wind leak in, Ning Cechen's focus on the copy, this is a copy of the book, both to make money, but also to nourish the culture in the body, his mind is abnormally clear, it seems that the soul is out of the way out, there is a strong will in cohesion!

This may be because the body passes through and the souls of two people are fused together!

Ning Caicheng speculated in his heart, because although the previous Ning Cechen read books for more than ten years, but did not get pregnant and raised the spirit, and he realized that there is such a coincidence in the world, in the final analysis, mostly because of the crossing, the two souls fused in the fusion.

Together, the brain is developed, the body changes something, and now it seems that this change is a good direction!