Chapter 1688
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In Wang Yanmei's gaze, Li Meng said calmly: "mental power is a kind of spiritual power. The main attack is to drive things, but driving things is only the most shallow way to use mental power. If you want to make mental power stronger, you need to analyze it more deeply and control it more subtly. In this process, mental power will be enhanced beyond the limit."
Speaking of this, with a wave of his hand, the blank books on the desk moved without wind, and turned into pieces in their surprised eyes. No, it should be something more subtle than dust.
In the air, that piece of powder is fluttering, not spectacular.
With another wave of the hand, the powder moves and rushes to the tabletop to form something.
"The end point of mindfulness is material remodeling, which can decompose any material into a molecular state, and then recombine it into its desired form..."
On the desktop, a thick book is forming
Incredible, incredible
Looking at all kinds of spectacular scenes on the table, Wang Yanmei's heart is beating rapidly.
Wang Yanmei naturally understood what Meng er said.
But she also knows the difficulty. How much mental strength is needed for such subtle control.
"Is that genius?"
Her eyes moved to meng'er. At this moment, Wang Yanmei knew where meng'er was.
This strength is beyond her reach, and no one is likely to reach the height that Monroe is now.
Although she knows the principle and a more reasonable way forward, Wang Yanmei finds that she is so powerless on this road. She doubts that she can make further progress in her limited life?
Li Meng naturally didn't know what Wang Yanmei was thinking, and he didn't need to know.
With the collection of powder, on the desktop, eventually formed a thick book.
The book is white and the cover is hard, but the material is strange and exquisite.
From the front, there are some beautiful patterns on the cover. The patterns have no rules and no image. But at a glance, they will attract people's attention. Unconsciously, they will be attracted by the patterns on the cover.
In Li Meng's hands, the emergence of white light gradually formed a soft light pen, although brilliant, but not dazzling.
It's this power again
Looking at something in meng'er's hand that emits light white light and has the shape of a pen, Wang Yanmei says in her heart.
This kind of power is very soft and comfortable. The last time she was injured, she was instantly cured by this kind of power.
What is this power?
Wang Yanmei doesn't know, but she can be sure that it's not mindfulness, but another power.
With a slightly positive look, Li Meng's expression became solemn. He took a light pen and began to write on books.
The first stroke is the cover. Li Meng is writing something on the cover.
Wang Yanmei is at the table. Meng er's writing is in her eyes. Under the pen, several big characters appear.
Wang Yanmei doesn't know the typeface, but she has a very familiar feeling.
When the last stroke came down, Li Meng opened the book and concentrated on the first page.
Writing between the incomparably smooth, flowing, one after another font appears on the page.
The page is gray, and the font is white, emitting a touch of white light, looks rather mysterious.
Looking at meng'er with a concentrated expression, Wang Yanmei's eyes are full of splendor.
I don't know why, at this time of Meng Er is so dazzling, a body of righteousness, holy temperament people can't open their eyes.
Wang Yanmei is still calm, but on one side, Tara's face is already flushed. She looks at Li Meng who is writing.
This is the code of the church, which represents the light and is written by Li Meng for the future religion.
In this code, there is the power of faith, the power of light. Once it is completed, it will have incredible power.
The animal shaped fonts written by Li Meng contain different information. Ordinary people can't see what it means, but the more devout the believers are, the more information they will get.
After watching for a while, Wang Yanmei didn't disturb Li Meng. She quietly went back to the sofa and looked at Meng er who focused on her works.
This writing lasted more than a month.
In this month, Li Meng devoted himself to the code.
Except for three meals a day and a rest at night, Li Meng didn't go anywhere. He wrote the code in his study.
It took thirty-five days for the code of the church to come to a final conclusion.
A flash of dazzling white light flashed, the light on the book dimmed down and became a mortal.
Looking at the finished code of the sanctuary with satisfaction, Li Meng took a big breath and stretched his waist.
Tired
This is the first time that Li Meng feels so tired.
Languidly up, Li Meng came to Wang Yanmei's side, without saying a word to Wang Yanmei fell on the sofa.
Holding the soft body tightly, Li Meng's head is buried in Wang Yanmei's twin peaks, wantonly enjoying the amazing softness.
In Wang Yanmei's arms, Li Meng said: "Meier, let me have a good hug."
To Meng er's coquettish behavior and words, Wang Yanmei just smiles and holds the person in her arms.
She knew that mon had been tired out all month and needed a rest.
The touch on the two peaks made Wang Yanmei's face a little ruddy. She said very gently: "meng'er, take a rest for a few days."
"No, it's too late. This code is only the first one. One, two... There are six more to write."
Although I don't know what the function of these books is, Wang Yanmei knows that they must be very important.
Otherwise, mon would not have worked so hard.
Helpless, Wang Yanmei can only be very distressed way: "don't wear yourself out, it doesn't hurt to build a country later."
"Well..."
Maybe it's because Wang Yanmei's arms are so comfortable that Li Meng sleeps.
When she realized that meng'er was asleep, Wang Yanmei had no choice but to smile, and her eyes were filled with heartache.
I don't know how long later, the door of the office was opened, and Tara, who had been away for a long time, came back with a stack of documents in her arms.
Tara was stunned when she saw the two people embracing each other on the sofa.
Seeing Tara's eyes cast, Wang Yanmei made a "quiet" gesture.
In a daze, Tara reacts, closes the door and sits down behind the desk.
Looking at the intimacy of the two people on the sofa, Tara doesn't like it.
In this more than a month, every night, most of the time Xiaomeng was with her.
This also let Tara know, the teacher is still innocent, Xiaomeng did not touch the teacher.
Why is this so? Tara knows that this should be a kind of respect for the teacher.
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In Wang Yanmei's gaze, Li Meng said calmly: "mental power is a kind of spiritual power. The main attack is to drive things, but driving things is only the most shallow way to use mental power. If you want to make mental power stronger, you need to analyze it more deeply and control it more subtly. In this process, mental power will be enhanced beyond the limit."
Speaking of this, with a wave of his hand, the blank books on the desk moved without wind, and turned into pieces in their surprised eyes. No, it should be something more subtle than dust.
In the air, that piece of powder is fluttering, not spectacular.
With another wave of the hand, the powder moves and rushes to the tabletop to form something.
"The end point of mindfulness is material remodeling, which can decompose any material into a molecular state, and then recombine it into its desired form..."
On the desktop, a thick book is forming
Incredible, incredible
Looking at all kinds of spectacular scenes on the table, Wang Yanmei's heart is beating rapidly.
Wang Yanmei naturally understood what Meng er said.
But she also knows the difficulty. How much mental strength is needed for such subtle control.
"Is that genius?"
Her eyes moved to meng'er. At this moment, Wang Yanmei knew where meng'er was.
This strength is beyond her reach, and no one is likely to reach the height that Monroe is now.
Although she knows the principle and a more reasonable way forward, Wang Yanmei finds that she is so powerless on this road. She doubts that she can make further progress in her limited life?
Li Meng naturally didn't know what Wang Yanmei was thinking, and he didn't need to know.
With the collection of powder, on the desktop, eventually formed a thick book.
The book is white and the cover is hard, but the material is strange and exquisite.
From the front, there are some beautiful patterns on the cover. The patterns have no rules and no image. But at a glance, they will attract people's attention. Unconsciously, they will be attracted by the patterns on the cover.
In Li Meng's hands, the emergence of white light gradually formed a soft light pen, although brilliant, but not dazzling.
It's this power again
Looking at something in meng'er's hand that emits light white light and has the shape of a pen, Wang Yanmei says in her heart.
This kind of power is very soft and comfortable. The last time she was injured, she was instantly cured by this kind of power.
What is this power?
Wang Yanmei doesn't know, but she can be sure that it's not mindfulness, but another power.
With a slightly positive look, Li Meng's expression became solemn. He took a light pen and began to write on books.
The first stroke is the cover. Li Meng is writing something on the cover.
Wang Yanmei is at the table. Meng er's writing is in her eyes. Under the pen, several big characters appear.
Wang Yanmei doesn't know the typeface, but she has a very familiar feeling.
When the last stroke came down, Li Meng opened the book and concentrated on the first page.
Writing between the incomparably smooth, flowing, one after another font appears on the page.
The page is gray, and the font is white, emitting a touch of white light, looks rather mysterious.
Looking at meng'er with a concentrated expression, Wang Yanmei's eyes are full of splendor.
I don't know why, at this time of Meng Er is so dazzling, a body of righteousness, holy temperament people can't open their eyes.
Wang Yanmei is still calm, but on one side, Tara's face is already flushed. She looks at Li Meng who is writing.
This is the code of the church, which represents the light and is written by Li Meng for the future religion.
In this code, there is the power of faith, the power of light. Once it is completed, it will have incredible power.
The animal shaped fonts written by Li Meng contain different information. Ordinary people can't see what it means, but the more devout the believers are, the more information they will get.
After watching for a while, Wang Yanmei didn't disturb Li Meng. She quietly went back to the sofa and looked at Meng er who focused on her works.
This writing lasted more than a month.
In this month, Li Meng devoted himself to the code.
Except for three meals a day and a rest at night, Li Meng didn't go anywhere. He wrote the code in his study.
It took thirty-five days for the code of the church to come to a final conclusion.
A flash of dazzling white light flashed, the light on the book dimmed down and became a mortal.
Looking at the finished code of the sanctuary with satisfaction, Li Meng took a big breath and stretched his waist.
Tired
This is the first time that Li Meng feels so tired.
Languidly up, Li Meng came to Wang Yanmei's side, without saying a word to Wang Yanmei fell on the sofa.
Holding the soft body tightly, Li Meng's head is buried in Wang Yanmei's twin peaks, wantonly enjoying the amazing softness.
In Wang Yanmei's arms, Li Meng said: "Meier, let me have a good hug."
To Meng er's coquettish behavior and words, Wang Yanmei just smiles and holds the person in her arms.
She knew that mon had been tired out all month and needed a rest.
The touch on the two peaks made Wang Yanmei's face a little ruddy. She said very gently: "meng'er, take a rest for a few days."
"No, it's too late. This code is only the first one. One, two... There are six more to write."
Although I don't know what the function of these books is, Wang Yanmei knows that they must be very important.
Otherwise, mon would not have worked so hard.
Helpless, Wang Yanmei can only be very distressed way: "don't wear yourself out, it doesn't hurt to build a country later."
"Well..."
Maybe it's because Wang Yanmei's arms are so comfortable that Li Meng sleeps.
When she realized that meng'er was asleep, Wang Yanmei had no choice but to smile, and her eyes were filled with heartache.
I don't know how long later, the door of the office was opened, and Tara, who had been away for a long time, came back with a stack of documents in her arms.
Tara was stunned when she saw the two people embracing each other on the sofa.
Seeing Tara's eyes cast, Wang Yanmei made a "quiet" gesture.
In a daze, Tara reacts, closes the door and sits down behind the desk.
Looking at the intimacy of the two people on the sofa, Tara doesn't like it.
In this more than a month, every night, most of the time Xiaomeng was with her.
This also let Tara know, the teacher is still innocent, Xiaomeng did not touch the teacher.
Why is this so? Tara knows that this should be a kind of respect for the teacher.
In Wang Yanmei's gaze, Li Meng said calmly: "mental power is a kind of spiritual power. The main attack is to drive things, but driving things is only the most shallow way to use mental power. If you want to make mental power stronger, you need to analyze it more deeply and control it more subtly. In this process, mental power will be enhanced beyond the limit."Speaking of this, with a wave of his hand, the blank books on the desk moved without wind, and turned into pieces in their surprised eyes. No, it should be something more subtle than dust.In the air, that piece of powder is fluttering, not spectacular.With another wave of the hand, the powder moves and rushes to the tabletop to form something."The end point of mindfulness is material remodeling, which can decompose any material into a molecular state, and then recombine it into its desired form..."On the desktop, a thick book is formingIncredible, incredibleLooking at all kinds of spectacular scenes on the table, Wang Yanmei's heart is beating rapidly.Wang Yanmei naturally understood what Meng er said.But she also knows the difficulty. How much mental strength is needed for such subtle control."Is that genius?"Her eyes moved to meng'er. At this moment, Wang Yanmei knew where meng'er was.This strength is beyond her reach, and no one is likely to reach the height that Monroe is now.Although she knows the principle and a more reasonable way forward, Wang Yanmei finds that she is so powerless on this road. She doubts that she can make further progress in her limited life?Li Meng naturally didn't know what Wang Yanmei was thinking, and he didn't need to know.With the collection of powder, on the desktop, eventually formed a thick book.The book is white and the cover is hard, but the material is strange and exquisite.From the front, there are some beautiful patterns on the cover. The patterns have no rules and no image. But at a glance, they will attract people's attention. Unconsciously, they will be attracted by the patterns on the cover.In Li Meng's hands, the emergence of white light gradually formed a soft light pen, although brilliant, but not dazzling.It's this power againLooking at something in meng'er's hand that emits light white light and has the shape of a pen, Wang Yanmei says in her heart.This kind of power is very soft and comfortable. The last time she was injured, she was instantly cured by this kind of power.What is this power?Wang Yanmei doesn't know, but she can be sure that it's not mindfulness, but another power.With a slightly positive look, Li Meng's expression became solemn. He took a light pen and began to write on books.The first stroke is the cover. Li Meng is writing something on the cover.Wang Yanmei is at the table. Meng er's writing is in her eyes. Under the pen, several big characters appear.Wang Yanmei doesn't know the typeface, but she has a very familiar feeling.When the last stroke came down, Li Meng opened the book and concentrated on the first page.Writing between the incomparably smooth, flowing, one after another font appears on the page.The page is gray, and the font is white, emitting a touch of white light, looks rather mysterious.Looking at meng'er with a concentrated expression, Wang Yanmei's eyes are full of splendor.I don't know why, at this time of Meng Er is so dazzling, a body of righteousness, holy temperament people can't open their eyes.Wang Yanmei is still calm, but on one side, Tara's face is already flushed. She looks at Li Meng who is writing.This is the code of the church, which represents the light and is written by Li Meng for the future religion.In this code, there is the power of faith, the power of light. Once it is completed, it will have incredible power.The animal shaped fonts written by Li Meng contain different information. Ordinary people can't see what it means, but the more devout the believers are, the more information they will get.After watching for a while, Wang Yanmei didn't disturb Li Meng. She quietly went back to the sofa and looked at Meng er who focused on her works.This writing lasted more than a month.In this month, Li Meng devoted himself to the code.Except for three meals a day and a rest at night, Li Meng didn't go anywhere. He wrote the code in his study.It took thirty-five days for the code of the church to come to a final conclusion.A flash of dazzling white light flashed, the light on the book dimmed down and became a mortal.Looking at the finished code of the sanctuary with satisfaction, Li Meng took a big breath and stretched his waist.TiredThis is the first time that Li Meng feels so tired.Languidly up, Li Meng came to Wang Yanmei's side, without saying a word to Wang Yanmei fell on the sofa.Holding the soft body tightly, Li Meng's head is buried in Wang Yanmei's twin peaks, wantonly enjoying the amazing softness.In Wang Yanmei's arms, Li Meng said: "Meier, let me have a good hug."To Meng er's coquettish behavior and words, Wang Yanmei just smiles and holds the person in her arms.She knew that mon had been tired out all month and needed a rest.The touch on the two peaks made Wang Yanmei's face a little ruddy. She said very gently: "meng'er, take a rest for a few days.""No, it's too late. This code is only the first one. One, two... There are six more to write."Although I don't know what the function of these books is, Wang Yanmei knows that they must be very important.Otherwise, mon would not have worked so hard.Helpless, Wang Yanmei can only be very distressed way: "don't wear yourself out, it doesn't hurt to build a country later.""Well..."Maybe it's because Wang Yanmei's arms are so comfortable that Li Meng sleeps.When she realized that meng'er was asleep, Wang Yanmei had no choice but to smile, and her eyes were filled with heartache.I don't know how long later, the door of the office was opened, and Tara, who had been away for a long time, came back with a stack of documents in her arms.Tara was stunned when she saw the two people embracing each other on the sofa.Seeing Tara's eyes cast, Wang Yanmei made a "quiet" gesture.In a daze, Tara reacts, closes the door and sits down behind the desk.Looking at the intimacy of the two people on the sofa, Tara doesn't like it.In this more than a month, every night, most of the time Xiaomeng was with her.This also let Tara know, the teacher is still innocent, Xiaomeng did not touch the teacher.Why is this so? Tara knows that this should be a kind of respect for the teacher.
