"It's an amazing realm of thought. The King of Phaselessness scanned the entire world realm and spoke. When Mu Long knew that the master of the Great Realm of Thought was the transcendent Lord, the music emperor Tianjiao Dragon, the demon head, the free god, and the king of the unphased all stayed.

"The world here is ridiculous, but it is true, the mind is indeed powerful, this transcendent Lord is obviously a higher level than the Creator, the question is why is his reputation on the same level as the Creator, and the question is how high is the level above him?"

The demon head spoke: "The most terrifying and helpless thing is that this is his world, he dominates the mind, even if I may defeat him, the funny and funny thing is that defeating him is equivalent to defeating myself, I defeat myself? Why should I defeat myself, and can I defeat myself? I defeated me, then I am not dead!"

"The reason why the Great Realm of Thought and the Transcendence Lord pose a challenge is that there is no consensus on the answer to the mind itself, and the thought is inherently a constant transcendence of the ideas that appeared earlier, and the existing imaginations and philosophies and any existing ideas will be unceremoniously surpassed by the new ideas. 」

Mu Long continued: "In addition, the most important thing is 'thought', which is the most difficult thing for ordinary people to change, and the most difficult to surpass, so there are only a very small number of real people or masters who are fighting against each other, which is like a competition between the kings of the universe or all. 」

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The author slept less than one day in six days, and with his hands behind him, he listened to the voice of life, and the thoughts that ran through the center of the universe floated. Floating, with the self as the central point, the stream of consciousness draws a song of the universe, singing a multi-dimensional space, a song of the universe of fantasy conquest, and a foreign music song that constantly surpasses every challenge.

I don't know what to really do with this world, the fact of life is like this, impermanence, the truth is empty, and I live with the flow. Homeopathic and rejected. Will none of them truly accept perdition?

(I suddenly thought that the four-part book has six covers, thanks to the enthusiastic production of different readers!) Bringing philosophy and thought into the content of the later paragraph, this book should have the flavor of Chinese stream of consciousness classics, boasting.)

A reader once asked the author if he liked the nickname of the Easy King, the Emperor of Music, the Master of Love Letters, and the Stream-of-Consciousness Emperor? I love the nickname Dragon Yinyue. Ha lu haha

Knowledge is infinite. If you can understand this book, it really can only mean that you are strong! 1. Your Chinese skills are super strong, 2. You are a master of Chinese thought! 3. You really have patience and realm! The author does not look at what he wrote. Because I will be dizzy + vomit snow!

As a result, I forgot that as early as between the ages of twenty-five and thirty, I successively discarded the ancient and modern Chinese and foreign thoughts, and turned to the realm to pursue, and now I stay and remain silent about words

She (Hu Qingfang) once said that music is colorless and tasteless, lacks substance, is ethereal, but omnipresent, and the author has also said that the author is in the direction of the sunshine, and the higher realm goes, while she is in the opposite direction.

When she mentioned music, she was already tired and tired, not only physically and externally, but also feeling sensory burnout, too much chasing, too much stimulation, too much play, her emotional muscles were over-moving, and she was completely tired by now.

She had lost all the possibility of shaking, she had lost the realm of cultivation, she was like an overplayed piano, unable to produce any new sounds. The bright and gentle moon, the dark and deep sea, and the silent insects all had nothing to do with her, and she couldn't feel them at all.

She only longs for the silence of the whole world now, preferably without sound at all, only a world where the music is completely turned off for the time being, so that all her emotions can begin to regain their elasticity and beauty, and then, when the time comes, they will discuss love with each other again.

Music is everywhere – it's not God, it's music. When the current Terran lives like a film with an original soundtrack, this second, the next second, that scene, this scene, the music fills her ears all the time.

There's no way she can't help but hear it, just for a moment. But no. When he takes the bus, goes to the supermarket, drinks coffee, enters the elevator, enters the office, enters the park, and is on the plane, the music in the background of her haunting lights up different atmospheres, like a worldly master of etiquette, reminding me of the mood, emotions and emotions I should have.

Even if she went to an unfamiliar restaurant, she couldn't tell the dishes cooked in the restaurant from the smell and shape of the food, and from the music they played, she could suddenly realize that this was a Turkish restaurant, so she avoided the dilemma of being at a loss.

Music allows people to react immediately to situations without thinking.

We have discussed time and time again that this is a world full of transactions. People always want to sell, sell goods, sell themselves, sell ideas (much like the author, heh! sell themselves).

It is said that business is neutral, but the act of buying is full of emotion. Because that means you "want". It was an act of lust and even embracing hope. You think that by having, you can improve your life.

Selling is whetting your cravings. And music plays the role of a business aphrodisiac, music is not just music, music is emotion, when emotions are aroused, all rational activities stop, a person just wants to feel, want to breathe, want to indulge.

You don't want to rely on reason to judge anymore, you just want to be like a small boat, let the music be like a tide, gently dragging your body, playing with your senses, and taking you away from the life you are tired of and going to an unknown island in the distance.

And when you actually come to an unknown island in the Indian Ocean, facing the vast ocean, the night is gradually falling, and your ears are still filled with beautiful music. It's not the sound of tropical fish kissing coral reefs, it's not the sound of the tides of the sea breeze stirring the water, but it's the melody of an Italian love song.

Should you consider it romantic? Should you feel loved? Should you close your eyes and forget the beautiful underwater scenery of the Indian Ocean, thinking that you are actually in a corner of the Mediterranean, like you standing on Fifth Avenue in New York and believing that you have reached the South China Sea by voraciously sipping Indonesian music?

When I miss you, my heart trembles, when I miss you, tears also quietly slide, when I miss you, I know what loneliness is, when I miss you, who listens to me, I have been drunk, and I have cried for you, love is so tormented, why, the long night, I strung up your promises, how do you want me to accept, just leave me

That day, I walked in the sunset and saw a pair of lovers snuggling up to each other, and at that moment the past came to my heart, and in an instant I burst into tears;

Last night I stood still in the rain, looking across the street motionless, and at that moment I felt like I had returned to the past, and I couldn't help but burst into tears;

Life is like a farewell, from the beginning to say goodbye to everything, all you have is scars, when looking back at the way you came, when I miss you;

For at least ten years, I didn't shed a tear, at least ten songs, comforted me, but now I cry inexplicably, when I miss you

Why are you no longer like in the past, so tender, where are the long-haired girls now, why are you no longer like the past, so innocent, where is the shy heart now, thinking about you, the tenderness you have, the innocence you have, missing you, thinking of you, your tenderness for me, your innocence for me

I want to forget all the past, and my heart resurfaces, it's you, still holding your traces in your hand, and I can't find our world again, dialing the phone that can't be turned, who is sighing, it's me;

I miss you, in every night I miss you, I can't wait for you to fall asleep, in every night I miss you, embrace your heart, miss you (to be continued......)