It's a blur, and I don't know how long it's been.

Zhao Li seemed to fall into a piece of light, at first, he was still listening intently, to remember the words of the middle-aged man, and then those words became fragmented syllables, and finally even the syllables became hazy, in a state of half-dreaming and half-awake.

Finally, it was accompanied by a crisp and melodious jade chime.

Zhao Li suddenly came to his senses, and the hazy illusion faded all at once, and the reality emerged.

There is an indescribable feeling, only to feel clear-minded, like eating a big mouthful of iced sour plum soup in the hot summer, inside and outside, there is no place uncomfortable.

Ji Xin's memory has ended, and only the closed scroll is left on the picture scroll, and the four jade words on it are slightly glowing, I don't know if it is Zhao Li's illusion, this pure white space is slightly condensed.

Silently recalling the words he had just seen in his heart, Zhao Li gradually felt surprised.

The words in that volume of the book were less than 10,000 words, but he had memorized them all.

From how to invoke the internal force and incorporate it into the dantian jade mansion, to open up the meridians, how to mobilize the internal qi, carry out the most basic defense, protect the internal organs, and how to continue to promote the cultivation, to which step to start to transfer to the rest of the exercises, all of them were exactly word-for-word, as if engraved in his mind.

Even the annotations written by the ancestors of the Ji clan have not been omitted.

Zhao Li couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it is really the world of cultivation, there are always many extraordinary places, and the enlightenment of children is so unscientific, but it is quite mysterious, thinking about it, his thoughts are a little out of track.

If I could have this kind of memory when I was on Earth before, it would be much easier to take the exam.

No, if there is this dream space on earth, then come up and study at night......

Wait a minute, what kind of five or three is this, you can come up and flip through the book in your head during the exam.

Zhao Li suddenly realized.

Cheat?

Scold...... Reading people's things.

Besides, the answer I dreamed of with my own ability, can that be called cheating?

Zhao Li's mind was rambling with endless thoughts, and he used this way to relax his mind.

With this process, the body in his dream gradually collapsed into clouds.

In reality, he opened his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, he was a craggy black stone, first calmed down the excitement in his heart, and meditated for a while according to the method he saw when he was in his hometown, and then sat up after his mood calmed down, sat cross-legged, and began to try to breathe according to the old voice in his memory.

This is the first step in the inner practice.

Most of the cultivators of the children of the family began to cultivate qi at the age of five, and they would stay here for a year to three years, and even some extremes, it would take more than ten years of penance, but their minds were complicated day by day, stuck in the last step, and they were never able to gather qi.

The ancestors of the Ji clan opened up the Heavenly Power Remnant Pulse to practice.

Using the Ji master who also cultivates the power of heaven to cultivate qi to guide future generations, he can pass the steps of gathering qi in one breath, save a lot of effort, and make it impossible for others to get their hands on this classic.

One breath of true qi inside, and then practice the outer door exercises, one inside and one outside, forging your own body.

It is a more solid means than simply brutal cultivation of the body.

The old man said that the disciples of the Ji clan would generally gain something from cultivating qi for the first time.

The best talent, as soon as you breathe and breathe, you can form a general atmosphere where mountains, rivers, lakes and seas come to me, and those with average talent will also have an understanding between the first hundred breaths.

Zhao Li'an was quiet and sat honestly.

The first step is to breathe in and nourish the qi, to meditate and keep the mind, but for some reason, the more he wants to calm down, the more mixed thoughts come out, and the normal practice of this step is a five-year-old child, who is simple-minded, has not been exposed to too many external things, and has had similar training since childhood, which is easy to complete.

Zhao Li is living in the era of the information explosion.

As soon as he closed his eyes at this moment, all kinds of news were flying in his mind, barrages flying around one by one, and even a subconscious 'self' was talking about stand-up comedy, talking and singing, and he couldn't calm down at all.

At this time, a quaint syllable suddenly sounded in his mind, peaceful and slow, many distracting thoughts, flying away, and Zhao Li's body veins seemed to tremble slightly, wanting to absorb the invisible aura around him.

Is it the so-called aftermath of heavenly power?!

Zhao moved.

With the help of this unexpected joy, I was able to absorb distracting thoughts and gradually enter the state of cultivation.

It seemed that this Tianquan aftersound was really just a 'aftersound', and after about an hour of effort, the residual influence gradually disappeared, but Zhao Li's breathing had already entered a state of cultivation that was smooth and long.

Slowly, a trace of breath gradually grew in his body, and that wisp of breath slowly ran in the meridians, swaying through a small Zhou Tian, and when he was about to enter the dantian part, the last wisp of Tianquan's aftermath dissipated.

Not good!

Zhao was slightly anxious.

That wisp of internal qi was as if it was frightened, and it directly shattered, disappeared, and could no longer be perceived.

Zhao Li slowly opened his eyes, his face was not very good-looking, he tried to breathe it again, but there was no way to feel the feeling of gathering qi quickly, losing the influence of the remnants of Tianquan's aftersound, his cultivation speed returned to the stage where ordinary people wanted to cultivate qi.

Zhao Li took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and thought about it. Lying on the stone on his side again, he returned to the dream space, and his finger pointed at Ji Xin's memory screen, and he didn't press it like this, and he thought about it seriously-

That day Quan Yuyin, after all, came from Ji Xin's dream, which is definitely not as good as the original.

It is very likely that his talent is not as good as the people of this world, at least not as good as the royal family.

Zhao Li glanced at the pure white space around him, which was still a little dim, thinking of the fact that he had overdrawn this space before, causing him to fall into a coma, the feeling like there were thousands of silver needles stirring in his brain, just thinking about it, made the corners of his forehead throb slightly.

Zhao Li was silent, raised his hand and pressed the corner of his forehead, and said:

"Let's survive first. ”

Thirty-two days later, it wasn't just pain.

He sighed and muttered to himself: "The aftermath of Tianquan, the Ji family's mastery, non-royal bloodline is not available, the heirs of the major princes and princes, there is only one opportunity to get started, it is precious and valuable, because the realm of the caster is different, and the effectiveness is also different." ”

"That's true, but there's another reason for that......"

He clicked on the scroll.

The white clouds in the dream space quickly rolled up, and finally formed the environment where a certain boss was located, which generally looked like a strange and quaint performance hall, but the surrounding wall design would make the sound in the center of the stage continue to converge to a certain position.

Zhao Li calmly sat in the best position.

He was the only listener.

On the stage of the world's highest standard, jade scrolls emerge one by one.

"If quality doesn't work, then quantity will make up. ”

"Quantitative change leads to qualitative change, and caliber is the truth. ”

Zhao Li laughed at himself:

"According to the words of our hometown, this is called brushing questions. ”

He snapped his fingers.

The scrolls unfold in unison.

The remnants of Heavenly Power sounded at the same time, superimposed on each other, and finally almost formed a mighty torrent.

The torrent drowned Zhao Li.