Chapter 463: The Way of Cultivation

After careful consideration, Anyou felt that the current Anyang was too incredible.

It's not that a person who has been ignorant since childhood and who fights and fights, who is regarded by many as a negative teaching material, cannot succeed. On the contrary, even she looked down on Anyang at first, but whenever she heard someone talk about what her brother did. She would feel disgusted and even annoyed at the bottom of her heart for something deviant, and had the urge to rush over and tear the mouths of those sluts to pieces!

After a long time, she slowly became numb. Whenever Anyang caused trouble, she felt that her face was dull.

But Anyang's time was too short, he just graduated a few years ago.

If an ordinary graduate of Yizhou University can easily achieve such great achievements from scratch, Yizhou University has long been a world-renowned university.

Anyou frowned and thought, a hint of worry flashed across her brows.

After getting on the BMW X5, she looked at the interior decoration and suddenly asked, "Anyang, what are you doing?"

Anyang glanced at her in the rearview mirror and said, "Why, do you want to come out and hang out with me after graduation?"

"Who wants to mess with you!" Anyou curled her lips and said coldly, "Look at you, you have been wasting money since last year, as if your money is too much to spend, and now you know it again. If you are a high-level executive of the Anshi Group, you can’t lose money in the sky, where did you get so much money?”

Anyang replied with a smile: "Why, you thought it was illegal?"

Anyou said blankly, "That's impossible to say."

Anyang pursed his lips. He didn't want to tell them about his industry so quickly, even if the An Group was just a decoration of his power.

But Anyang Group is still too big. He has technology beyond the world, has top elite talents, and used a lot of special methods to establish this business empire in such a short period of time. It can be said that it spans various fields. The Ans Group has long surpassed any company in the world.

A person who has the ability, has the opportunity, has mastered the times, and may spend half his life developing a business empire close to this level.

Such as Microsoft, such as Alibaba, such as Google.

But their development potential and momentum will never be comparable to that of An's across all fields, not to mention that An's is still making great strides!

But if there is a young man who can create this country with his own hands in just two years, it is simply incredible!

But Anyang has a way to make Anyou shut up.

"Xiaoyou, ask so clearly, are you caring about me?"

Sure enough, Anyou sneered suddenly, but replied in a strange tone: "Who cares about you!"

Anyang shrugged and stopped talking.

Everything is under control.

Xiao Xueer kept looking at them with a smile on her face, she always thought that the way they got along was actually quite interesting.

Anyang found a restaurant that looked good and took them to dinner.

At the dinner table, Anyou revealed her true form, silently eating at high speed.

Now she has learned the skill of ignoring the conversation between Anyang and Xiao Xueer.

After eating, they decided to stroll around and go back.

Anyou rarely objected, and she must have finally found a job. She was relieved and wanted to relax.

Anyang went to park the car. When he came back, the sky did not darken, but the temperature was much cooler than in the afternoon.

He didn't feel anything, but for other ordinary people, throughout the hot summer, night was a rare time for a walk.

Thinking about it carefully, the two goals that I longed to contact the world of monasticism were half achieved.

I haven't achieved immortality yet, but it can already be warm in winter and cool in summer.

Xiao Xueer and Anyou walked in front of them holding hands. The two young girls had slender figures on their backs. The scattered heights seemed just right. In the dim light, they cast two slender shadows, making the street even more hazy and beautiful. Up, it seems to have turned into a beautiful picture.

Anyang still followed behind them, as before, but at this time he was not left out in the cold.

Xiao Xueer turned around and talked to him from time to time. She would also share with him interesting things she saw in the shop windows on the street. She would ask him if she saw something new, and occasionally she would chat with him when she didn’t see anything. Even An You would interject a few words, and the feeling between the three of them was quite tranquil at this time.

Anyang felt a little bit that although Anyou was still so special talking to him now, it was not as cold as it was a year ago.

At that time, she didn't want to say anything to him!

Anyang touched his nose in embarrassment, not knowing whether he should be happy or feel indifferent.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a lot of people around in front, and the faint sound of music came, very light and elegant.

An You paused for a while, and immediately trotted Xiao Xue'er.

Xiao Xueer glanced back at Anyang, smiled sweetly, and was pulled to the edge of the crowd by Anyou.

Anyang followed slowly.

He also played the guitar with Jiang Xinrou when he was in college. Although Ji Weiwei said that he became a cheating schoolgirl, he did study music, and now he has a skill that he picked up by chance to master the primary instrument. Naturally, he can hear it. The guitar accompaniment, and the level of performing singers are also quite good.

Beginners are proficient in musical instruments, even if they are elementary, they are proficient!

It was a very clean male voice, it sounded very young, and it sang a very intoxicating song shallowly, with a touch of emotion permeating it.

Xiao Xueer stood on tiptoe and glanced inside, then turned around and whispered to Anyang: "Brother Anyang, we are here."

Anyou also tried to tiptoe, but she was not as tall as Xiao Xue'er and couldn't see anything, so she hesitated a little, and immediately pulled Xiao Xue'er away and squeezed in through the gap.

Because their bodies are very slender, the onlookers of the street performance are not so crazy, and the sparse crowd has given them a lot of opportunities.

Anyang approached a little, but did not go in.

The people around here don't seem to be very tall, nor are there many people, so that he is not very tall and can see the situation inside from the outside.

An ordinary-looking boy hugged a guitar and sang softly with his eyes closed. He wore black-rimmed glasses and was extraordinarily bookish. Standing next to her was a little girl of about thirteen or fourteen years of age. She also had a guitar at her feet. She was wearing white-washed jeans and a cheap T-shirt. It could be seen that the family conditions were not good, but they were very happy. Clean, and it will not make people look down on her.

Soon, the song was over, and many people gave generously.

Anyang noticed that even Xiao Xueer took out fifty dollars with a smile, and politely put it into the boy's piano case.

The songs that the boys sang before were obviously not in line with the aesthetics of most middle-aged and elderly people, so the onlookers were mostly young people, and the voices quickly became enthusiastic.

"One more song!"

"Handsome guy, another song, will you sing see-you-again?"

Most of the people who shouted were young girls, and some were even high school girls. At this time, they seemed to be completely fascinated by this boy with a small, fresh temperament and a clean singing voice. It seemed that he had to admit that even if he did not look , as long as there are artistic cells, it can actually attract the attention of girls.

The boy smiled shyly and turned to talk to the little girl, as if asking for her opinion.

Soon, he turned around again and continued to pluck the strings.

A soothing music flows out, accompanied by his clean voice, it is easy to relax and enjoy it.

Anyang listened quietly, and glanced at the two girls with a vague gaze.

At the end of the song, there was calm applause in the field, and there was a lot more money in the piano case.

Many girls almost shouted for another song, and the young men onlookers also booed, eager to hear him sing another song.

But this time the boy didn't want to sing any more. I saw him nodding his thanks. He put away the guitar, which didn't seem to be of very good quality, but took out all the money in the guitar case and handed it to the little girl. , then carried his guitar, politely let the onlookers out of the way, and wandered into the crowd.

At this time, people were stunned for a while, glanced at the little girl, and the applause began to thunder.

The original little girl picked up her violin and played and sang, but she was a little overwhelmed when she looked at the noisy crowd.

After a long time, her voice sounded, as clean and clear as boys, but her singing skills were obviously inferior.

Anyang also had some feelings. Looking at the boy's disappearing back, he suddenly thought of a lot.

In World of Warcraft, Medivh, as a guardian, has acquired a vast amount of knowledge and culture in the Tirisfal Guardian inheritance ceremony. These are the crystallization of the strongest mages of all generations, and the accumulation of inheritance from generation to generation is terrifying. But when he went to the next level and became known as the Astral Mage, in order to seek more wisdom and experience the connection between various lives, he still often traveled across the world, experienced various lives, and experienced various customs.

In Anyang's understanding, such a journey to seek wisdom is a practice.

It's just that this kind of practice is different from magic meditation, and it is different from the way a cultivator runs a practice method. It is not only reflected in strength, but in the mind. This is a process of pursuing the spiritual realm and comprehending life. Whether it is a mage in Azeroth or a cultivator in the world of China, this is the choice.

From this point of view, isn't the boy who sang for her in order to help the poor little girl also practice?

If this is not an extremely ordinary earth, but a world of cultivating Taoism with thousands of avenues, or a mythical world where one can become a Buddha by comprehending oneself, or a world of immortals who can realize the Taoist Dao by means of one's own way, this name will Young people should be able to count as practitioners on his path, right?

After all, his mood is very clear, as clean as his singing voice and eyes.

Anyang thinks about it, he seems to have heard many legends.

Some people have very high musical attainments, but suddenly they become enlightened and become immortals; some people draw lifelike paintings, they can draw dragons out of thin air, or they write a real fairyland in their paintings, and they step into and become the master of a fairyland; some people are peaceful Indifferent, always benevolent and charitable, and naturally become a Buddha after death.

It is a pity that this is the earth, this young man can only be a mortal.

I just wish he could stay in the mood forever.

Anyang thought lightly, and left silently as he swept away the little girl who was playing and singing.

He didn't go this way.

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