The Old Gods Are Whispering Chapter 82

  Chapter 82 Ten seconds into meditation

  On the highway near dusk, Gu Jianlin sat by the fence and watched the sunset in the distance.

   This highway is so empty, like his barren heart. It took a long time before a car roared past him, and the shattered hair on his forehead was lifted by the wind, revealing those black and white pupils.

  His pupils reflected the dim yellow twilight, like a sparkling sea.

So this is ah.

  Gu Jianlin smiled silently.

  He knows that many people's own impressions are indifference, facial paralysis, and the like.

  But he himself knew how sensitive and slender he was when he was a child.

Gu Jianlin's happiest time was before he was six years old. At that time, the relationship between his parents was still very harmonious, and they would take him to swim in the beach on weekends. Although he once saw someone defecating in the sea, he never I haven't been in the water, but it's still interesting to watch my parents splashing in the water.

  At that time, the three of them were sitting on the beach, enjoying the sea breeze and basking in the sun.

  All troubles seem to be taken away by the sound of the tide.

  Later, my father became more and more busy, and my mother complained more and more.

   Most of the time, he was alone in the empty room, watching the time go by.

   Occasionally look forward to the sound of the key turning until I fall asleep.

   Later, it was the Civil Affairs Bureau where the rain was pouring that day, and the former husband and wife parted ways.

  Gu Jianlin didn't cry or make trouble, because he knew that such a day would come.

  In the later time, he was always alone and did not communicate with anyone. The only entertainment was surfing the Internet.

  Going out for exercise is riding a bicycle, pedaling into the wind in the dark.

   I don't know where I'm going, I just run towards an unknown place, the farther the better.

   Few people know that he still has four months to become an adult, but he has never even been to a movie theater or KTV, because no one took him there, and he himself didn't want to go.

   But looking back now, maybe his life was not what he imagined.

   At least, after his mother divorced, she was still thinking about him.

   Text messages on the mobile phone every day, waiting for his woman at the school gate after school.

  Mom likes to attend his parent-teacher conferences the most, because his grades are very good.

  As a parent, Bel has face.

   And in places he couldn't see, in those corners shrouded in shadows.

  Dad was always watching him from a distance, maybe smiling, but never approached.

  When he was playing games at home.

   While he was riding along the coastline.

  When he was alone in the rainstorm.

  The man was watching from a distance, watching his son grow up day by day.

   Then turn around and walk into the darkness to fight against fate.

   People who are in their forties will be lonely, right?

   Before entering the extraordinary world, when Gu Jianlin thought of his father, he complained more.

   And now, if he could meet again, he would say sorry.

  One more sentence...Thank you.

   "The ancestor of the ghost car, is it amazing?"

  Gu Jianlin lightly tightened his palms, looked towards the sky, and said softly, "You are just... the ancestor."

  He closed his eyes, and his breath seemed to blend into the world, which coincided with the laws of nature.

  The exhausted spirit is like spring on a dead tree.

  In the depths of consciousness, there seemed to be the sound of a raging tide, as if it was about to set off a huge wave.

  The priest boy in his mind opened his eyes.

  The black unicorn in the depths of the darkness suddenly raised a line of golden vertical pupils.

  The dry spirituality spread like a tide, nourishing the dry earth.

  Under the dusky sunset, the lonely shadow was elongated by the setting sun and spread to the toll booth behind.

  The store at the toll booth was replaced by a grocery store, and the old man was still lying on the wooden chair basking in the sun, breathing long.

   "No wonder you asked me to take him to see these. It turned out that you wanted him to take this opportunity to experience the breathing technique."

  Jing Ci put his hands in his pockets and looked at the boy's back: "At his age, life has just begun, and it's normal to not be able to calm down. Therefore, sadness is the best help, and it can make him forget himself completely."

   Huaiyin lay on the wooden chair without raising her eyes: "Educating different people requires different methods."

  Jing Ci suddenly said: "For a person as conceited as him, would this blow be too great? Gu Ci'an could have survived, but died because of him. From now on, how much will he bear?"

   Huaiyin was not worried at all, but said lightly: "What doesn't crush him, only makes him strong."

  Jing Ci looked at the boy's back: "May I ask?"

   Huaiyin hummed.

  Jing Ci walked behind the young man and asked with a smile, "How do you feel? Now you have initially mastered the rhythm of the breathing technique, which is much faster than I was back then, similar to the teacher."

He said meaningfully: "The biggest effect of breathing technique is spirituality. This is related to an ancient secret, that is why the ancient gods migrated to the earth, and why they wanted to transform the earth into a The environment of the ancient gods. Apart from the breath of the ancient gods needed for the deification of the ancient gods...spirituality is the key."

  Gu Jianlin closed his eyes and felt the mysterious rhythm of breathing, as if the sky and the earth were pulsating with his breath, felt the vitality of all things, and seemed to be integrated into nature at any time.

   "Like the teacher, the natural disaster named king, the reason why he can fight against the ancient gods in the real world, and even break arms with them in the ancient **** world, is the breathing technique."

Jing Ci smiled and said: "The position of breathing technique among human beings is like the position of ancient divine language among ancient gods. The natural disasters use breathing technique to fight against ancient divine language. This is a unique instinct that can feel the breath. People with rhythm can naturally blend into nature. What you can't feel is just ordinary breathing.”

   "For those who are less talented, after initially feeling the rhythm, it may take ten years to get into the samadhi. Most people, it takes one year to realize it. For geniuses, it takes three months."

  He smiled and said, "I have 20 days, and the teacher has 15 days."

  Gu Jianlin's breathing was long and deep, as if his breath had merged into the wind and flowed between heaven and earth.

   "You can probably feel how long it will take."

  Jing Ci suddenly asked: "How is it? How long will it take?"

  Gu Jianlin took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and said calmly, "Ten..."

  Jing Ci was quite surprised, narrowing his eyes: "Ten days?"

  Gu Jianlin continued: "Nine, eight, seven..."

  Jing Ci was astonished, and for the first time an absurd look appeared in his pupils.

"six."

"five."

"Four."

  Gu Jianlin sat motionless on the fence. At this moment, the setting sun sank into the horizon, and darkness filled the air like a tide.

  Suddenly a strong wind blew up on the highway, and countless leaves rustled.

  Flying sand and walking stones.

  Jing Ci took half a step back and took a deep look at the young man.

   Huaiyin suddenly opened his eyes, and silently straightened his back, a strange light flashed in his vicissitudes of life pupils.

"three."

"two."

"one."

   Gu Jianlin paused every word, as if a thunderous roar sounded in his mind.

   The sound of the tide was overwhelming, and the waves hit the sky.

   There is an extremely luxurious independent villa area on Yanshan Road, just next to the coastline full of reefs. The waves wash over the golden sandy beach, faintly reflecting the last ray of the setting sun.

   It also seems to be the last trace of decency of the Yan family.

  Fengcheng is a first-tier city, and housing prices are not as outrageous as those in the capital or Shanghai, but since the Qilin Fairy Palace came to reality, the prices of these villas near the sea have started to skyrocket.

  Although on the usual rental and sales platform, the price does not seem to have changed.

   But in fact, the houses here are no longer something that can be bought with money.

  Because the closer you are to Asgard, the more likely you are to become awakened, and from then on, you will be transcendent and become a sublimator.

  Five years ago, the Yan family bought six villas in this area from the association at a price of 200 million yuan and with a lot of extraordinary resources. The purpose was to cultivate their family's descendants and strengthen their power.

  In the past few years, the Yan family has been in the limelight, and there are almost a constant stream of visitors every day.

  Now there are only a few fallen leaves withered, in the dim twilight, deserted and lonely.

Snapped.

   A loud slap.

  The woman who still had charm was beaten onto the delicate and soft sofa, and half of her face quickly turned red and swollen.

With an angry cry, she yelled: "You hit me! Good Yan Wu! How dare you **** me domestically! I was really blind to marry into your Yan family! You ungrateful man! Go to hell!" Bar!"

"To shut up!"

Yan Wu's eyes were red, like a mad bull, and he shouted angrily: "I hit you? I hit you! It's better to hit you than to kill you! Tell me what you did? Huh? You actually sent someone Are you crazy to spy on Gu Ci'an's son? Do you know who is behind him? I'm saving your life!"

Mrs. Yan didn't appreciate it at all, and cursed: "You trash, you can't even keep your son, my two precious sons are dead! My niece Ziqing has also been polluted! You just watch, you don't care about anything!" Don't do it! You are also a fifth-order realm king, tell me what is the use of you?"

Snapped!

   Another slap.

  The left half of Mrs. Yan's face was also red and swollen.

   "I'm trash? You still have the face to call me trash? You stupid woman! Go to hell!"

Yan Wu said violently: "Come on, I won't stop you! Go, anyway, you are also a fourth-rank celestial master. If you have the ability, you can go to Gu Ci'an's son to take revenge. I'll see how you die! Then he Damn it's the King of Blue! The King of Blue! That's a natural disaster! In the winter of 1899, the brothers, the Blue King and the Red King, almost wiped out the association! This is a natural disaster!"

   "Do you know what this concept is? The useless father you show off to me every day is not worthy of lifting shoes in front of others! Let alone the king of green, do you know who his big apprentice is?"

He almost growled and said: "The Jing Ci code-named Devil is the descendant of the ancient ancestors! One thousand and five hundred years ago, a group of Vikings migrated to Huaguo and were enslaved by a group of ancient ancestors at that time." .At that time, a freak was born, and he was awakened as soon as he was born. Even the people at that time regarded him as a monster! He was sealed for more than a thousand years before he was released. From the moment he opened his eyes, he It's a killing machine."

   "—Looking at his dignified and gentle appearance, don't you think he is very kind and easy to talk to? Let me tell you, the heart he took out may not be able to circle Fengcheng for half a circle!"

  The last sentence, Yan Wu's voice was trembling.

   Madam Yan was stunned.

   "You go, you go to revenge, I won't stop you!"

  Yan Wu pointed at his wife angrily: "You say I'm a waste, so come here? You call your father? Do you think I don't want to avenge Yan Ye and Yan Feng? Do you think I don't want to?"

"Look at what the Yan family has become now. Our house is about to be reclaimed. No one wants to associate with us. We have been kicked out of the extraordinary system of the association! This is not bad, Chen Bojun hasn't come yet Find me to settle accounts! Now I beg my grandpa to sue my grandma everywhere, but no one wants to talk to me!"

He roared angrily: "When you are good, everyone comes to curry favor with you. When you are down, others look at you like a piece of shit! You think you are Mrs. Yan? You are not even a fart !"

   Madam Yan's expression froze.

   "Let me tell you, the Yan family is almost finished now, and it will soon become a wild sublimator family. Even our driver has resigned. Are you still screaming? What's the use?"

Yan Wu scolded with a cold face: "I warn you, don't make those small tricks behind your back. I will remember my son's hatred, but the top priority now is to keep Yan's family! Hurry up and take back all the people from your natal family. Go! This is not how you seek death!"

   After speaking, he shook his hands angrily, turned and left.

  On the sofa, Mrs. Yan's eyes were red, her hands trembling while holding the phone.

  The expression distorted inch by inch, becoming a little ferocious.

   "But, that's my son, my son is dead, my son is dead..."

  She muttered to herself: "My son is so noble, why are those unclean people still alive? It's not fair, it's not fair, I want revenge. I don't care, I must take revenge."

   Mrs. Yan seemed to have made up her mind, she opened WeChat and began to search for her best friend's chat history.

  Although they call themselves the nobles of Fengcheng, they still have a lot of entertainment in private. For example, when they occasionally went to the male public relations club together, they once met a well-connected person who went to the black market.

  That person is said to have a relationship with a group of fallen people, and also knows a very strong killer.

   I heard that the killer has been active since half a year ago, and he hasn't missed even one shot so far.

   Mrs. Yan will not listen to her husband's nonsense.

  A man's mouth, a deceiving ghost.

  She must avenge her son.

  Whether it is to spend a lot of money to ask the fallen to help, or to contact the contacts of the natal family.

found it.

   Madam Yan looked at the name in the chat record and licked her lips.

-Butcher.

  Lights are on in the grocery store in the evening.

  Huaiyin sat at the table, stirring the pumpkin porridge with a spoon, silent.

   "Teacher, what do you want to eat as a side dish?"

  Jing Ci asked beside him.

   Huaiyin raised a smile on her lips and said, "Ten seconds to get into samadhi."

  Jing Ci continued to ask: "I know you are in a good mood now, I was asking what side dishes do you want to eat?"

   Huaiyin smiled lightly and said, "Ten seconds to settle down."

  Jing Ci put his hand on his forehead and said, "Can you say anything else?"

   Huaiyin continued: "Ten seconds to get into samadhi."

  Jing Ci: "..."

   "Jing Ci, go get the phone and look through the address book."

Huaiyin finally put down the spoon, only felt that the dinner was boring, and said indifferently: "Tonight I want to catch up with old friends and show off. After so many years, it's finally time for me to vent my anger. This is the cycle of heaven and the cycle of Feng Shui Turn. Those old guys, don't even try to run away."

  Jing Ci knew that the teacher could no longer communicate, so he simply let him go.

   "By the way, teacher."

  He suddenly said: "The Yan family seems a little dishonest."

   Huaiyin waved his hand: "I'm in a good mood today, don't tell me such unlucky things. As for the members of the Yan family, leave it to that child to vent, just let him practice well in actual combat."

   There is one more chapter, try to get it done a little earlier.

  (end of this chapter)

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