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Chapter 174 The spirit of medicine controls the spirit, the realization of the knot(4/4)

Black Turtle Bearing Monument True Skill +24000, Grandmaster 30000/32000]

"According to this progress, next month, the body training method will be perfect again. I don't know if there are any new changes."

With this thought in his mind, Meng Zhou sorted himself out a little and walked out of the quiet room.

After checking the situation a little, Meng Zhou came to his old position in the elegant house again and sat down cross-legged.

Meng Zhou, who was sitting cross-legged behind the short table, looked at the boiling tea in front of him and was a little distracted for a moment. He himself had no idea what he was doing at the moment.

If a person stays in a fixed environment for a long time, that's it. There's nothing strange about it.

Previously, when he was studying the body-refining method, he would be in such a state from time to time.

The man was obviously awake here, but when he came to his senses, he found that a lot of time had passed by unconsciously.

But when he wanted to recall what he was thinking about during this period, he was surprised to find that there was no trace at all.

During that time, he seemed to have completely entered a state of "selflessness", which was very similar to the state in the deepest sleep.

It's just that one is asleep and the other is awake.

Meng Zhou also wanted to explore the mystery, but failed every time. In the end, he just shook his head and laughed at himself:

"It's because I'm practicing demon cultivation. I'm just bored and in a daze. It's not so mysterious."

The only strange thing is that most of the time when I'm bored and dazed, there are still thoughts spinning in my mind, and no matter whether these thoughts are reasonable or not, boring or not, there is always something inside.

At this time, his heart seemed empty.

What Meng Zhou didn't know was that this time, while he was sitting here soberly, unable to think, like an "empty corpse", his hands that had been trained to form instincts were holding the rope spirit for a moment.

Knots were tied one by one without a break.

These knots are large and small, with different shapes. They are not beautiful, but they have a natural and natural meaning.

In a daze, Meng Zhou's thoughts were finally reawakened by the screaming lid. He quickly picked up the kettle and poured the boiling water into the teapot.

When he finished pouring the tea and put the kettle aside, he was suddenly surprised to find that on the rope spirit he held in his other hand, there were already knots of ropes, large and small, strung together like garlic cloves.

Meng Zhou was surprised at first, and then confused.

But when he stretched out his fingers and pressed them on the knots, the first knot he knitted unconsciously began to slide slowly.

He felt the ups and downs of spiritual changes, like dynamic notes.

Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes smooth and silky, sometimes stagnant and obscure, sometimes rough and unusual, sometimes smooth and appropriate...

These were not any language, but the moment his fingers came into contact with them, Meng Zhou felt that they transcended all languages.

As his fingers slid over it sequentially, Meng Zhou "read" the thinking activities in his mind during the period when he was lost in thought and selflessness, a period when even he himself could not recall.

Meng Zhou has always known that language and writing are very magical and contradictory things.

On the one hand, it is precisely because of the language and words that are rich, profound, and meaningful, that can describe all phenomena in the universe, and can penetrate all the emotional changes of the human heart, so that human wisdom can be attached to it and can carry out more accurate and profound thinking.

Activity.

This is the basis for the birth of wisdom. Without them, humans and spiritual beasts would not be much different.

But on the other hand, these languages ​​​​are like exquisite cages, barriers that cannot be broken through.

The richer and more profound the language, the more suffocating the cage it builds.

Even the freest and most self-centered thinking activities cannot escape its influence.
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