The setting sun at dusk slanted down on the earth, and its residual warmth remained, vigorous and dim, reflecting on the face of a young man lying on his back. There was a trace of fortitude on the young man's immature face, and his eyebrows looked so bright.
of elegance.
This person was Han Mo. He accompanied Han Ling to the market for almost a whole day. Although he didn't buy anything, Han Mo felt better when he saw Han Ling happy.
"Oh, it would be great if I could have a place to practice during the day without being disturbed." Han Mo murmured vaguely with a piece of grass in his mouth. He couldn't wait to see the scroll the teacher gave him.
But it would be bad if someone caught him practicing during the day. The teacher didn't know why, so he repeatedly told Han Mo not to leak anything.
"It's getting late, it's time to go back." Han Mo murmured, got up and ran towards the Han family courtyard.
There was a meeting in the family today. Grandpa also attended it. There was no one in the yard. Han Mo went back to the room directly, sat cross-legged on the bed, and couldn't wait to take out the Najie in his arms. Najie.
It was such a precious thing, but Han Mo didn't have the courage to wear it openly on his hand. In the Han family, only the head of the family wore the ring.
In addition to the things the teacher gave him, there were also some clothes and daily utensils in the Najie. Although they were very ordinary things, Han Mo couldn't help but feel warm in his heart. The teacher was so attentive to him, which reminded him of his grandfather.
, Grandpa takes care of himself so meticulously.
Han Mo took out the scroll and slowly unfolded it with excitement. Then he frowned and exclaimed: "Hey, why is there nothing?"
Han Mo looked at the pure white scroll, and many questions suddenly came to his mind. Did the teacher take it by mistake? Han Mo checked it carefully again, but after a long time, he couldn't find even a single handwriting.
"Strange, how come there are no words? How do you practice?" Han Mo scratched his hair in confusion and shook the scroll.
Just as Han Mo was shaking the scroll, an unknown message was forcefully poured into his mind. Han Mo felt his mind sink, followed by a wave of dizziness.
"What's going on?" Han Mo hugged his painful head tightly with both hands and asked in confusion.
After a while, the pain gradually faded away, and Han Mo became more awake. He suddenly exclaimed with joy: "Hey, it's so strange, the scroll can actually transfer information." Han Mo recalled the information in his mind, with a slightly surprised look on his face.
Obviously the scroll has not been used.
In fact, scrolls are like this. The information stored in scrolls is different from books. Books are recorded with pen and paper, while scrolls are directly written in with spiritual power. Nothing can be seen without activation.
Also, Luoer City itself is a remote town, and Han Mo has a low status in the Han family. He has never seen him, let alone used the scroll.
Han Mo put away his ups and downs of thoughts, slowly closed his eyes, and carefully read the information in his mind. It was still early for cultivation, and the most important thing was to digest this information first.
I don't know how much time passed, but the sky had completely darkened, and it was impossible to see clearly in the room without a lamp. Only then did Han Mo slowly open his eyes.
The information in the scroll was recorded in quite detail, starting from the most basic level of cultivation. Han Mo repeatedly saw a word in it, "refining the gods".
Lian Shen is also the cultivation of spiritual consciousness. Since the teacher didn't give this exercise a name, then you should come up with a name yourself. It's called Lian Shen. At least there will be a name that you can call it by in the future.
There are seven levels of God Refining**, namely One Yuan, Two Qi, Three Talents, Four Phases, Five Instruments, Six Armors, and Seven Stars. However, Han Mo felt a little weak when he saw this. The entry level requirements for the One Yuan Refining God are very high.
Harsh, Han Mo was really worried about whether he could succeed in cultivation. If he couldn't cultivate, wouldn't it be an embarrassment to his master?
"I, Han Mo, am no worse than others. No one can tell for sure before I practice. Anyway, I must not embarrass my teacher." Han Mo clenched his fist and said, no longer hesitating, and started practicing according to the information in the scroll.
Slowly sink your mind, look at your nose with your eyes, look at your heart with your nose, return your heart to God, and your God to your spirit. Use your spiritual consciousness to feel the things around you. It seems that there is a power calling you, but you can't connect to it, just like a river.
Two people on both sides face each other across a river, with only a bridge connecting them.
Han Mo tried his best to sense this magical energy. Although he could detect its existence, he could not get in touch with it. This phenomenon was similar to Han Mo's feeling of fighting energy when he lost the soul crystal. It was also around him but unable to use it for his own use.
Time passed by, and Han Mo seemed to have forgotten the time. He repeatedly used the method in refining the gods to get in touch with this strange power. He failed again and again, and repeated it again and again. Unknowingly, Han Mo...
Mo completely sank into his mind and entered a state of false sleep.
"Strange, why did I come to this place again?" Han Mo opened his eyes and found that he had come to the white world again. He couldn't help but wonder what was going on and why he came here so many times.
This place, even if it is a coincidence, it is a coincidence, but it is the same place every time, and I feel so awake.
"What on earth are you going to do? Why do you always bring me to this place?" Han Mo shouted loudly into the empty space, with a trace of dissatisfaction in his tone, and he concluded that all this must have been done by the mysterious person who spoke.
"You obviously came in by yourself, so how can you blame me?" After a while, the strange voice sounded again, with an unknown frivolity in his tone.
"I came in by myself?" Han Mo murmured in confusion, then thought about it carefully, and after a while he wondered: "You said I came in by myself, then why don't I know how I came in? Also, you
Who is he and why doesn’t he speak out?”
"I have already answered your question about who I am. I can't tell you yet. As for why I don't come out, it's very simple. You are not qualified to see me." The mysterious voice said with some disdain.
Han Mo was not angry when he heard this, because he also felt that he was not qualified, but that was just for now. He still asked calmly: "Then where is this place?" Han Mo glanced back and forth and asked, there is something here that says no.
It's so weird, not only that people can float in the air, but everything is white at first glance. Those who don't understand think there is something wrong with their eyes.
"Here?" the mysterious voice said with some confusion: "You don't know where this place is?"
"How do I know?" Han Mo said angrily. He had never heard of such a weird place before, and he never left the same place every time he woke up. Han Mo began to doubt what this was.
Not a dream.
"You're surprised. Isn't this your own sea of consciousness? You don't even know the situation." The mysterious man said in a playful tone.
"Sea of consciousness? What is it?" Han Mo asked with some confusion.
"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense like you, a country guy. You can go out." The mysterious man disappeared after leaving a few words, and then Han Mo slowly woke up.
Han Mo opened his eyes, his face a little solemn. The mysterious man said that there was his sea of consciousness. Although he didn't know what the sea of consciousness was, he was sure that it was in his body. So the mysterious man was also in a certain part of his body.
A part?
Han Mo couldn't help but worry about the mysterious man's purpose, whether he would be in danger to himself, and how the mysterious man entered his body.
"It seems we have to wait three days to ask the teacher." Han Mo breathed out lightly. It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a disaster that cannot be avoided. The soldiers will come to cover up the water and the earth. Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated and started to refine the gods again.
, and continued to sense that strange energy according to Yiyuan's cultivation route.
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