When I got home, Zhang's father and mother were processing some ingredients that needed to be used the next day in the living room, and when they saw Zhang Qingyang coming back, Zhang's mother said, "Come back so early today." ”

Zhang Qingyang hummed and said, "I'm upstairs, call me for dinner." ”

Zhang's mother said, "Did your father read the book you to?"

"Look," Zhang Qingyang replied as he went upstairs, "It's a diary written by Zhang Tiezhu's ancestor." ”

"Zhang Tiezhu?" Zhang Mu said, "This name sounds a bit rustic, like the names of Tie Dan and Ergou in the village in the past." ”

"Old lady, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, this is the top ten names in the world, don't use the blind metaphor of two dogs or something. Zhang's father said, "The hair is long and the knowledge is short, who said that the top ten in the world can't be called Zhang Tiezhu." ”

Zhang's mother glared at Zhang's father and said, "Who did you just say, old lady? Who did you say has long hair and short knowledge?" If I scold you now, you will definitely say that I am vexatious. Come, tell me, which of the world's top ten has been called Zhang Tiezhu? If you want to say it, forget it, if you can't say it, let's talk about the long hair and the short knowledge!"

Father Zhang was suddenly embarrassed, and prevaricated: "That may have been hundreds of years ago, how do I know." ”

Mother Zhang threw away the ingredients in her hand, stared at Father Zhang coldly and said, "If you don't know, you dare to be foolish, you dare to say that I am an old lady." Am I old?"

Father Zhang decisively admitted it, and said with a smile on his face: "You are not old, you are young." ”

The quarrel between Zhang's father and Zhang's mother loomed into Zhang Qingyang's ears upstairs. He doesn't care too much about his parents' temper, he knows very well that if he doesn't make a few noises every day, he will be uncomfortable.

Zhang Qingyang itched to close the door and took out the diary of his ancestors.

Although I can already memorize the melon, I still read the bridge of the soul several times. It wasn't until his attention was focused on the Bridge of the Soul Exercise that he sat down cross-legged on the bed, Zhang Tiezhu's incomparably popular friend, that is, the top ten Gu Wangbei in the world that everyone looked up to, he said that the power of the soul is the treasure of human beings, but because of the shallowness of human beings, the most powerful power is trapped in his body, if he can dig out this treasure one or two, he can easily surpass the power of the body.

If the power of the treasure can be fully released, it will be possible to break the confinement of time and space, and even surpass the cosmic galaxy, which is not impossible.

He even doubted that there had been such great beings before who could do this. Because in the texts of many sects, the cultivation of the mind is more or less emphasized. Based on this alone, he speculated that when a person was able to fully develop the power of the mind, he might become a living god.

Zhang Qingyang is enthusiastic at this point, but the distance between God and him is too far away, and Zhang's father and Zhang's mother's expectations for him are just to be a police chief in the United States of America.

And Zhang Qingyang, who is a scholar, has also read a lot of books, and has never seen anywhere that there is a record of such a strong person with spiritual power. I don't believe that one mind can turn mountains and seas over.

However, the cultivation of spiritual power in the sect is indeed true.

So now Zhang Qingyang is skeptical, he hopes that what Gu Wangbei said is true, but reason tells him that this possibility is not high.

When Zhang Qingyang completely sank his mind into his body and constructed his own Mind Bridge in his brain, he suddenly found that it seemed that the cultivation method of the Mind Bridge was somewhat similar to the Neuron Enhancement Method.

This idea immediately strengthened Zhang Qingyang's confidence several times. You have to know the neuronal enhancement method, but the entire human race in the United States of the Federation is cultivating. This is a practice that has been endorsed by the state and proven to be effective by countless strong people.

The Bridge of Hearts is similar to it, which proves from another side that what Gu Wangbei said may be reasonable.

Zhang Qingyang appeared above his brain with ease, staring at the familiar scene below. The brain, which resembles the universe, is flickering with colorful neuronal electric light in the mist, transmitting signals.

The Bridge of the Mind is called the Inner Universe, and the Bridge of the Mind is to create a bridge to the outside world in the Inner Universe.

When this bridge is weak, it is to transmit signals, ignore the other party's race, and directly transmit thoughts to the other party. When the entire inner universe is fully opened, a single thought can be turned upside down.

Zhang Qingyang carefully constructed his own spiritual bridge.

But until dinner, he couldn't complete his bridge of minds. The element that constructs the bridge of the mind is the spiritual power of the individual.

After many collapses, a lot of his mental power was consumed, so when eating, Zhang Qingyang's parents saw a guy who hadn't slept for a few days and nights, with dark circles on his eyes.

"Are you alright?" said Zhang's mother distressedly.

"It's fine, it's just a little sleepy. Zhang Qingyang said weakly.

Father Zhang took a puff of cigarette and said in a muffled voice: "It's not enough to just run, I'll find you another day Uncle Li to teach you, and train your body to be stronger." ”

Mother Zhang said: "Is he willing?"

Zhang's father took two puffs of cigarette and said, "Exempt him from breakfast for half a year." ”

"So much?" Mother Zhang was a little reluctant.

Zhang's father said: "Xiao Li's family has two children, and they don't make money when they take time out to teach your children, what about other people's children? If you don't have a little more, will people teach you real skills?"

Mother Zhang looked at Zhang Qingyang again, nodded and said, "Okay, half a year, half a year." Alas, the price of everything has increased lately. ”

Zhang's father said: "I will run two more this week to find a cheap source." ”

"Has the price of haggis risen?" asked Zhang Qingyang.

Father Zhang glanced at him and said, "This is a matter between me and your mother, you don't care." You just have to do your job well. ”

Zhang Qingyang nodded and said, "Oh, good." The ancestral notes are still quite useful. ”

"Let me ask you, that, is the ancestor's name Zhang Tiezhu?" asked Zhang's father.

Zhang Qingyang said: "Well, that's what is written in the diary, it should be correct." ”

"Let's eat. ”

"Good. ”

After dinner, Zhang Qingyang went back to the room and went directly to bed. In this mental state, if you want to continue to practice the bridge of the mind, it is obviously half the effort, it is better to make up for the spirit first.

When I woke up in the morning, it was an hour earlier than usual.

Zhang Qingyang felt that his mental state was quite good, almost the same as after drinking coffee.

This means that the Bridge of the Mind cultivation method is useful, at least for the spiritual aspect. Even if you can't cultivate the Bridge of Mind, you have to practice it often.

As a top student, Zhang Qingyang knows very well that mental strength means concentration, durability, and control of the body. At the same time, it will also affect willpower and appeal to others.

Early in the morning, it is a new beginning.

The whole person is also new, and the heart and spirit are in the best state. Zhang Qingyang just sat down cross-legged for two minutes before he entered the state.

The starlight in the inner universe seemed to be a little stronger, Zhang Qingyang paid a little attention to it, then withdrew his gaze, and cultivated step by step according to the cultivation method of the Heart Bridge.

Some sparse gauzy-like mist scattered over the inner universe converged from all directions with Zhang Qingyang's summons.

These are the embodiment of Zhang Qingyang's spiritual power.

As if a hand was directing, the gauzy mist continued to gather and condense, from formless to shapeless, gradually to the shape of a flying bridge.

Thanks to the following book friends for their tips: Ye Aluo, Zhiyun Xiaotiandao, Water Skull Powder, Book Friend 20190627113255387, Book Friend 20170606112309528, A Green Shirt and Xingchen, Salted Fish X, Book Friend 20190124005553422.