What To Do If The Heroine Escapes From The Book Chapter 294: Contradictory fool

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If you don’t know math, you won’t know it. Even if there are ten teachers kissing you, you still won’t know it.

But Chugo will.

As long as you don't distract yourself from "Jin Ping Mei" and look for underlines, don't bother with coding, and focus on your practice, Chu Ge's progress will make his own son call him mom.

After all, it is the world he created, which provides the best annotation for the four words "tailor-made".

He only stayed there for one night, and the next day he aggressively challenged the third floor again. This time he stayed for an hour longer than yesterday.

The Sword Trial Cave is not used to directly improve one's practice. It is to practice with the sword moves left by the predecessors and to understand various residual sword intentions. It is to increase the breadth of swordsmanship knowledge and the thickness of one's own knowledge of various skills. , and actual combat experience, this is a must-have accumulation for Yunji Sect disciples.

Lian Qiu Wuji and the elders would come in from time to time to experience various sword intentions in order to gain more insights.

In the world view written by Chu Ge, simply upgrading is meaningless. It can only become the target of being challenged by others. This world view is honestly reflected in the various practice settings of Yunji Sect. Item accumulation and practice must complement each other.

From a certain point of view, it was because he had cheated himself and was unable to quickly improve his cultivation through cheating. But from another perspective, this is actually the process that a creator should have to comprehensively and meticulously understand the world he writes. Its significance is no different from getting to know Xie Jiuxiao Dabei and others.

Every sword intention, every sword technique, the meaning of Yunji Sect's predecessors that has been passed down for thousands of years, everyone's different understanding of the same sword technique... Even every sword mark is the same. story.

The deeper you go, the more so.

Chugo seemed to be able to see the silhouettes of people in front of him, passing by in fleeting glimpses.

The old man was sitting in his hut in the mountains, looking at the opposite peak, letting the wind, frost, and swords carve his body all over his body, unwaveringly for a thousand years. Suddenly Ru Yiye put his hands on his hands and smiled: "I know."

In the thatched cottage, Long Yuan's sword rose up and shot straight through the sky. Thousands of marks and blades fell from the sky. One of them was stored in the sword cave, and this sword of a thousand years was engraved on it.

This special sword.

There is an old man who sleeps beside the tombstone, sweeping the tombstone every day and caressing the stone. The sadness in his eyes seems to be before his eyes. One day, a strong wind blows and the demonic atmosphere rises. Someone comes to report the news that an old enemy has come out of the mountain. The drunken old man looked back and stared, grabbing the rusty sword that had been abandoned for a hundred years beside the tombstone.

At that moment, the sword light was bright, shaking thousands of miles, the world was stained with blood, and life and death came together. Yunji's disciples sheathed their swords here to commemorate their ancestors.

This sword of hatred.

There was someone who was alone with a sword, singing and drinking wildly, and fought thousands of miles across mountains and rivers. Chu Ge seemed to be able to hear the voice that sounded from eternity ago: "The sword of the Yunji Sect madly teaches the sword of the sky" "The sword of the Yunji Sect madly teaches the sword of the sea" "Excalibur", the sounds of "pleasure" echoed in the ears, and there were more than a thousand sword wounds all over the body, condensing into the experiences and classics one after another on the Tibetan Scripture Tower, gradually filling the continuous pavilions and turning into mountains. Like a sword, guarding the mountain gate.

This crazy sword.

Chu Ge saw Qiu Wuji himself.

This is something that she did not write in too much detail in her autobiography. Every era has its own theme. When Qiu Wuji rose, the confrontation between good and evil was already one of the themes. So when she makes up her own stories, she only knows how to write "a story about a heroine slaying demons"...

Conquering the world and slaying demons are both spiritual practice and chivalry. She doesn't know how many evil heretics she has killed, how many justices she has helped in the world, and when she comes back she has many tombstones, including friends and enemies. Suddenly looking back, she was already standing on the top of the clouds, and the common people were gradually fading away, outside the fairy mountain, holding a sword to ask the sky.

The sword of this righteousness.

For thousands of years, the sect has produced heroes in large numbers, which is the intention of the sword and the heart of the people.

The sword marks one after another are the bones of the sect and the soul of inheritance.

The depth of a famous family in the world is far beyond what the plot can describe.

What about a world?

Not enough...

It took Qiu Wuji more than half a year to become familiar with the present world. Even so, he is not too familiar with it and is still making up for some shortcomings.

Even if the world in the book was created by Chu Ge, how long will it take for him to really become familiar with it?

In short, just going back and forth a few times is not enough.

It’s still the old saying, bit by bit, every plant and tree, it becomes more and more true in my heart.

In this sense, simply upgrading can be regarded as the least valuable thing to him, and he does not need to upgrade.

After staying for a night, Chu Ge also felt that he had reached his limit. If he stayed any longer, he would be torn apart by random swords, so he slowly exited the third floor.

Guarding the disciples is like looking at a god.

What a miracle is this little uncle? He crawled out yesterday covered in bruises. He stayed longer today, with only minor injuries. He can walk out like a normal person...

This purely depends on your comprehension, understanding and mastery of swordsmanship, so that you can calmly deal with different sword intentions. It does not rely on practice. Even if the sect master gives you initiation and practice, it will be useless. How can you increase so much in one day? Comprehension of the sword?

"Um..." A disciple asked with difficulty: "Can I ask my uncle how he mastered so much sword intent on the third level in one day and made so much progress?"

"This?" Chu Ge looked up at the moon and patted the disciple on the shoulder: "Find a master who will reward you."

Guarding disciple: "?"

Our master will also give rewards...

Chu Ge looked at the sky and saw that Qiu Wuji had not come to pick him up. He shook his head and returned to the main peak tiredly.

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu didn’t even come to pick you up. Although I’m not injured today, I’m still very tired. When you go out to practice driving, I’ll ride a small electric donkey to pick you up...

Flying near the main peak, I heard the sound of a musical instrument coming from the top of the mountain in the distance.

Chu Ge was stunned and slowly fell on the edge of the cliff.

In the pavilion ahead, Qiu Wuji is sitting in the pavilion playing the piano.

It is not the cassock she is often seen wearing in the sect, nor is it the capable sword attire she wears for daily walking.

It is still the same graceful long dress as yesterday, woven with light white clouds, soft and fresh, just like a beautiful big sister.

The sound of the piano is not the clear and passionate one she likes to play, reaching straight into the sky like a sword. It has been replaced by tranquility and gentleness, and the spring breeze is warm.

Chu Ge felt that even the wounds on his body no longer hurt, as if the sound of the piano had a healing effect, gently caressing it and penetrating into his skin.

But in fact, does he know that Qiu Wuji's chess, calligraphy and painting are not magical arts, but just skills.

It’s just that the artistic conception brought by the piano art is like this. The 10,000-year-old grandma has reached the ultimate level in these skills. Just like her cartoons, it is as buggy as Chu Ge, who only has a little knowledge of the flute art. Feel the meaning in her music easily.

Tenderness, kindness, love, and approval.

And... that touch of love, hidden in various attitudes of being a teacher and a sister, is expressed quietly, just like the budding stamens of spring flowers on the edge of the cliff at this moment.

Then the night became gentle.

Chu Ge stretched out his hand, and there was a jade flute in his palm, lying across his lips.

A wisp of flute sound quietly blended into the sound of the piano, just like a butterfly flying quietly around the stamen of a flower, occasionally getting a little pollen, trying to explore, lingering.

Qiu Wuji's cheeks gradually turned red, and she gently shook her lower lip and glanced at him.

In Chu Ge's eyes, he was filled with charm.

"Zheng!" The sound of the piano suddenly stopped.

Qiu Wuji sighed helplessly: "You said you were here to make peace, but you are actually here to cause trouble. You have ruined all the good mood."

Chu Ge stepped forward with a smile: "Flowers will always bloom."

"Come on." Qiu Wuji said: "You performed well today. I noticed that you have devoted yourself to the sword's intention, and you no longer responded to the sword moves in a rigid manner."

"Yes." Chu Ge whispered: "I suddenly felt a little scared."

"What?"

"The weight of a world is beyond my control."

Qiu Wuji pressed the strings with his hand and muttered: "If it were an ordinary world, that might be the case, but this is your world, and everything cannot be separated from your heart. You must have this confidence."

Chu Ge said: "Practice like this is not a long-term solution. It will shorten the residence time and requires a balance between work and rest."

Qiu Wuji rolled his eyes at him: "You want to deceive and encourage me..."

Chu Ge apologized and refused to answer.

Qiu Wuji Yingying stood up and pressed him against the pillar beside the pavilion: "Does it look good if I wear it like this?"

"Good, good-looking."

"I'm only wearing it for you to see." Qiu Wuji still used his signature style to lightly trace his lips with his jade finger, and said softly: "Actually... you should have discovered that the process of your cultivation is also to master the world. process."

"Well..."

"So have you thought about it... When you taught me to understand the world, the essence was to help me break away from you. Now I take you to practice, but the essence is to help you control me." Qiu Wuji said softly: "Chu Ge, are we... a pair of contradictory fools?"

"No." Chu Ge held her finger, his eyes sparkling under the moonlight: "I just feel that there is no love more touching than this."

Qiu Wuji moved her lips to his, breathed like orchid into his ear, and said softly: "Who loves you?"

Chu Ge was silent.

Qiu Wuji's lips slowly passed over his cheek and kissed him on the lips: "Being able to speak... this is a reward."