How can ordinary people ascend to heaven...

But what if it is not a mortal?

Just as Zhao Xun was thinking hard.

Suddenly, the wind roared, the sky and the earth changed color, the universe turned back, and countless golden lights radiated in all directions.

Zhao Xun felt that the qi orifices in his body were penetrated, and his body expanded rapidly, like a sheepskin raft filled with air.

After that, he actually soared into the air.

Could it be that I really want to reach the sky...

"Don't stop!"

“Don’t stop…”

At this moment, Zhao Xun suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.

Huh, it turns out that it is really a dream.

But is it really just a dream?

If it was really just a dream just now, then why did Zhao Xun clearly know that he was in a dream?

Logically speaking, people shouldn't even know that they are dreaming.

Furthermore, if it is really just a dream, why is everything in the dream so real?

Zhao Xun could even clearly feel the feeling of his qi orifice being poured into the heaven and earth's vital energy. He could also truly experience the temperature of the ban on the academy.

Everything seems too real.

Could it be that someone is giving me a dream?

Use the help of dreams to convey some information to me and let me understand some truth?

Zhao Xun couldn't help but start to think about it.

Whose majestic voice is it?

Is it the mountain leader?

Why did that man keep asking Zhao Xun to follow him, why did he let him ascend to the sky? Why did he tell him not to stop in the end?

The more Zhao Xun thought about it, the more he felt a headache. For a moment, he didn't know what to do.

Zhao Xun used to hear from his mentors Wu Quanyi and Jia Xingwen that Confucianism practice is different from other major categories.

Confucianism emphasizes inner perception.

If you have strong inner perception ability, you will be able to improve your grade soon.

But if the practitioner has poor understanding ability, no matter how many treasure books you read, it will be useless to have a master's teachings and help.

The so-called perception is probably the scene that can be seen in the sea of ​​consciousness?

Some people can only see a stream, some can see a big river, and some can see a vast ocean.

Some people can see a village, some people can see a city, and some people can see a country.

Zhao Xun had seen Haoran Academy twice, and the second time was more specific and in-depth than the first time. What does this mean?

Could it be that he really has any opportunity with Haoran Academy and the mountain captain?

Alas, let’s not care about these things for now, and then let’s talk about it.

Previously, his mentor Wu Quanyi taught Zhao Xun's breathing and admission technique, which can neutralize and regulate the conflicts caused by his literary and military practice, but he must practice daily meditation and cannot be interrupted.

Otherwise, all previous efforts will be wasted and you can only start over.

Even when the bad guys investigate the case, Zhao Xun would squeeze out some time every day to breathe and breathe.

Now that I am at home, I cannot stop.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, began to take a deep breath, and silently recited the determination of breathing techniques in his mouth.

What shocked him was that as soon as he closed his eyes, the academy appeared in front of him again. This time, there was a large sieve around the academy, and the sieve was covered with reeds.

The academy seemed to be built on a small island, or it seemed to be floating above the large lake.

Zhao Xun was completely confused now.

Every time he sees the academy, the academy is in a different position.

The first time was in the vast Gobi desert, the second time was in the depths of the mountains, and the third time was actually in a large siege?

What does this mean?

Does it mean that the academy has no fixed location, or does it mean that the academy is in the hearts of scholars?

Zhao Xun could vaguely see a back. This back was tall and upright, majestic and majestic, just like the one he saw in his dream.

Zhao Xun did not dare to meditate anymore and suddenly opened his eyes.

Could it be that he was obsessed with it?

At this time, you cannot breathe blindly, otherwise it will be very dangerous.

Zhao Xun decided to go to his mentor Wu Quanyi to ask the truth.

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The reason why Zhao Xun did not go to the Imperial Heaven Supervision Supervisor Yuan Tiangang was mainly because he didn't feel familiar with it.

Although Yuan Tiangang accepted Zhao Xun as his adopted son, he needed to deal with this kind of relationship.

As soon as he came up, Zhao Xun made many strange requests to Yuan Tiangang, and Yuan Tiangang would definitely feel uncomfortable.

This is human nature, and Zhao Xun, who has been a human being in both lives, knows it best.

After leaving the Duke's Mansion, Zhao Xun headed all the way to Qinglian Temple where Wu Quanyi was.

Although Wu Quanyi is not a prominent figure, he is still a second-level practitioner. There are many believers in Chang'an City, and the Qinglian Temple where he is located is naturally not very shabby.

It is said that only Wu Quanyi and a concierge live in a three-in-one house.

Zhao Xun felt luxurious even when he thought about it.

But no matter how much it is, Wu Quanyi won it with his strength, so Zhao Xun is not good at commenting on anything.

He was already familiar with the concierge of Qinglian Temple, and after a meeting, he was led into the Taoist temple.

The layout of Qinglian Temple is very clear. The first two entry is the Taoist temple, and the next entry is Wu Quanyi’s residence.

The concierge led Zhao Xun all the way through the courtyard and came to the room where Wu Quanyi was.

Zhao Xun nodded slightly to him and thanked him.

After the concierge turned around and left, Zhao Xun took a deep breath and entered the room.

The house is burning with fragrance and the smell is a bit pungent.

Zhao Xun frowned instinctively. So far, he has not really adapted to this fragrance.

He forced himself to take it forward, turned the screen and saw his mentor Wu Quanyi meditating on the bed.

Zhao Xun stepped forward and gave a respectful cross-handed salute: "Pupil, pay homage to Master."

He was a disciple of the Taoist outer room who became a monk halfway through the journey. He didn't have to abide by the cumbersome rules of Taoism, he just needed to be sincere.

Wu Quanyi said two words lightly: "Sit down."

"Thank you, my teacher."

After thanking him, Zhao Xun lifted up his robe and sat down on a round stool.

He knew that Wu Quanyi would have to finish his mind and make up his mind before he could open his eyes.

After about a moment, Wu Quanyi exhaled a breath of turbid air and then opened his eyes.

"Why do you guys think about coming to see you today?"

Wu Quanyi quipped halfway.

He really knows his apprentice very much.

This person who came to the Three Treasures Palace for no reason must have happened. Something big happened when he came to him on his own initiative.

"Mr., I dreamed of the academy again."

Zhao Xun didn't hide it, and he said everything he saw in his dream today like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

Silence, Wu Quanyi was just silent after hearing this.

When he heard Zhao Xun talk about the scene of meditating and breathing, Wu Quanyi sighed and said, "Opportunity, maybe this is an opportunity between you and the mountain captain."

When Wu Quanyi said this, he was obviously jealous and sour, and his eyes also looked a little resentful.

"Why is my vision so good? I finally accepted an apprentice. Not only did the junior uncle want to grab it, but even the mountain captain wants to grab it."

Zhao Xun was extremely shocked.

"What my mentor means is that the chief of the mountain wants to accept me as his disciple?"

"I even asked for my dreams. The mountain chief really looks forward to you."

Wu Quanyi said helplessly.

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Chapter completed!