In Changyan's arrogant pavilion with tall pine trees, his body is leaning against the pavilion pillar, with a slightly tilted posture.
In his field of vision, the stars slowly lit up one by one in the sky. Before he knew it, the sky was filled with stars.
Chang Yansong just looked at the stars in the sky the whole time, entering into a period of meditation and cultivation.
If he told his grandfather about this situation, he would probably be scolded. Meditation, cultivation, being so careless and half-hearted, are you looking for a beating?
But in fact, the feeling of practicing this time is better than any before!
Chang Yansong finally closed his eyes, because the feeling in his body was too clear and intense, and he could not allow him to be distracted elsewhere, even if it was just his eyes looking at the horizon unintentionally.
That won’t work either!
Qi and blood are boiling in the body, from head to toe, from front to back.
And when the energy and blood finally calmed down and the practice came to an end this time, Chang Yansong opened his eyes and stood up. After a while, he was completely stunned.
There are no specific levels within the Qi Condensation realm.
But there are still general levels. Chang Yansong's grandfather and father also explained it to him in detail.
This is why Chang Yansong was stunned at this moment.
If he doesn't feel wrong.
If his grandfather and father were right.
So……
Just this "unorthodox" practice, he jumped directly from the sixth level of Qi Condensation to the eighth level of Qi Condensation!
The feeling inside the body is so obvious. With each breath, it seems that the qi and blood are still growing and changing subtly.
This may be an illusion.
Really, even if the feeling is so obvious, it is definitely an illusion!
Chang Yansong carefully placed the script where he was sitting, and fearing that there might be wind or something, he took off his shirt and pressed it on top.
In fact, there is no possibility of wind blowing in this weather. Even if the wind blows, I don’t have to worry if the storybook is blown away. Where else can it be blown away?
But that situation is absolutely not allowed to happen.
At this moment, in Chang Yansong's heart, this storybook is already a treasure book, and it is also a supreme kind.
After closing the storybook, Chang Yansong walked out of the pavilion.
This Juxing Building is very big, but Chang Yansong is extremely familiar with almost every place inside, including the roads.
At this moment, Chang Yansong was on those roads, sometimes walking fast, sometimes walking slowly, and sometimes just jumping up and down the tree like a monkey.
Strange shapes emerge one after another.
If anyone saw it, they would definitely think the kid was crazy.
And if Chang Yansong's grandfather saw what he was doing, he would probably just go over and kick him away from his obsession.
Is Chang Yansong crazy?
Definitely not.
But he did feel very abnormal.
Either he is abnormal, or the world outside is abnormal.
Anyway, one of these two is abnormal!
otherwise.
Impossible!
How could he jump from the sixth level of Qi Condensation to the eighth level of Qi Condensation all at once?
If he jumped again like this, wouldn't he jump directly to Tongmai?
And that, according to his grandfather's estimation, would take about eight years!
About eight years!
A meditation like this one tonight!
The two cannot be compared together at all!
To put it in slightly more professional terms, at this moment, Chang Yansong lost his balance, or in other words, lost weight.
It's like a man who got up early in the dark, wind and rain and worked hard to earn a hundred taels of silver, and then went to work as a part-time worker on the dock for half a day. In the end, the foreman directly handed him a bag, "Here, your wages."
"
When I got home and opened it, I found one hundred taels of silver.
Don't believe it!
Even if you have real money in front of you, you won’t believe it!
This is how Chang Yansong feels now. He himself also feels that he may have been stunned by what he read and fell into a complete delusion. Otherwise, such a situation would not have happened.
Absolutely impossible!
So now he is "torturing" himself in every possible way.
No one came to disturb him. Maybe some elders in Juxing Tower saw it, but they didn't care. Children, this kind of crazy play is normal, and it is night, maybe before and after practice, they come out to act crazy.
.
This is so normal!
When Chang Yansong was out of breath, he lay directly on the ground beside a path.
breathe.
Take quick short breaths.
Then slowly, transition to long exhalations and long inhalations, and then slowly, the breathing and the qi and blood in the body will calm down.
At this moment, Chang Yansong felt it silently again.
Nothing wrong.
Nothing wrong!
Still the same!
His skyrocketing cultivation level is not an illusion, he has not gone back, but is still at the eighth level of Qi Condensation!
Moreover, it seems that there are still signs of rising!
Just like when it rains heavily, the water in the river is only half full before the heavy rain. After a night of rain, the water level rises directly to the river.
Chang Yansong feels like this now!
The facts were firmly in front of him again, and no matter how much he didn't believe it, he had to believe it.
"call……"
Lying there and exhaling a long breath, Chang Yansong didn't know what his mood was now.
excited?
Yes, there is definitely excitement.
Excited?
Yes, there must be excitement.
But these don't seem to be all, or even the majority.
What accounts for the most part is an inexplicable confusion.
Yes, just confused.
Chang Yansong didn't know what mood or attitude he should have towards the script. He also didn't know what mood or attitude he should have towards his past, his father's teachings, his grandfather's teachings, and those days and nights.
Practice hard.
His thoughts wandered away again.
He just read the description in the storybook and practiced it once, and that was it.
The Ye family in the storybook, the many, many children of the Ye family who have been studying in family studies since childhood, and that Leng Qingyun, yes, Leng Qingyun!
Thinking of this, Chang Yansong suddenly sat up, and then ran back to the pavilion at almost the fastest speed, as if being chased by a beast.
Still panting, he sat down, not even bothering to put on the shirt he had taken off before, with some dirt and grass clippings still on his head and body. He just sat there and read the storybook again.
At this moment, he couldn't care about anything.
Ignoring his shocked and extremely confused mood.
I don't care about thinking about the original meaning of this story.
He didn't bother to report to his grandfather and father the great changes that had happened to him.
Chang Yansong wants to know now, just wants to see a little bit of the protagonist in the storybook, Leng Qingyun, what happened to him?
In fact, at this moment, Chang Yansong unknowingly regarded himself as the protagonist outside the story.
He contrasted himself with the protagonist in the storybook, Leng Qingyun.
"Can you, can you... please don't let me down!" Chang Yansong opened the storybook again, almost holding his breath, as if afraid of disturbing something, he murmured.
And how could Leng Qingyun not disappoint him?
It's actually not as good as him.
still……
His heart was really in a mess, and Chang Yansong didn't know what he was thinking right now.
But there was one thing he was absolutely clear about.