At night, the hustle and bustle of the city fades away, obscured by the undulating mountains and dense vegetation, and there is hardly any noise in the hotel where Nanling Academy lives.

Outside the bedroom window where Zhang Qingyang is located, you can easily see the dark shadows of the buildings on the opposite mountain, the pines and cypresses are swaying in the wind, the pine waves are like waves, mixed with the occasional insects and birds, a wonderful land where the moon shadow is slanting westward, and the mountains and forests are more secluded.

It seems that this kind of natural fun is just right for people to practice hard.

Zhang Qingyang had dinner, ate and drank, and then began to do evening classes.

I have three times a day to save my body, this is the homework he must do. And I have recently faced off against various young talents, and I have learned a lot, so it's time to digest what I have gained.

Zhang Qingyang calmed down, entered a state of introspection, and slowly guided the qi and blood in his body to work, and a warm current washed over his limbs, sweeping away the fatigue of the day, slowly repairing some small injuries inside the body, and deleting some useless information fragments in the body.

Then he adjusted his mind, and there were frog Zen masters and crane Taoist priests in the inner universe, without worrying about the waves.

Then pranayama, the breath is even and delicate, in and out silently, from the wind to the air, from the breath to the breath, to observe the rhythm of the breath changes, to breathe to drive the operation of the abdominal muscles, qi and blood, to achieve the limbs and bones, skin, bones and flesh are synchronized, the mouth and nose are breathing, the abdominal internal breathing, the pores are small breathing, and the qi and blood are large breathing......

After that, it's time to align the mind.

After a day of restlessness, the body and mind experience the turbulence of hundreds of millions of thoughts, and the subtleties accumulate countless chaotic fragments, which, if not managed, will become the food for dreams, draining qi and blood in vain, and destroying the effect of rest.

Therefore, at the beginning of the mind, first the outer edge is broken, then the thoughts are surrendered, and then the mind is breathed back and forth with the body, and the thoughts ebb and flow, and gradually return to the great silence and the great silence.

The Titan Cat was connected to him, and immediately understood the benefits of such a wonderful realm, and naturally followed into the deepest sleep, and the blood power of its body was painstakingly fused with Zhang Qingyang's mental harmony.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Qingyang was shaken by the cry of the frog Zen master, and woke up from his meditation.

An extremely weak spiritual fluctuation quietly penetrated into his inner universe, and it was difficult for ordinary people to detect its existence, because this was a weak mental fluctuation that even ordinary people could not compare, and it was not enough to cause harm to anyone.

But Zhang Qingyang's inner universe is different, there are too many anomalies hidden in it, whether it is the bridge of the mind, the jaws, or the seemingly dying spiritual consciousness of the inspired goddess, not to mention the frog Zen master and the crane Taoist, the floating spiritual clouds, none of which are easy to provoke, and they are also extremely sensitive.

That mental fluctuation easily rushed into his inner universe and sneaked into the depths of his mind!

This is an extremely clever spiritual secret technique!

Zhang Qingyang's heart froze, realizing that he might be targeted by a certain strong person, and the abnormal perception that occurred at the door of the hotel in the afternoon immediately appeared in his mind, and the two became one.

There was a reminder from the other side, the inexplicable assassination of Yang Tianfeng's leader, all kinds of information were summarized like lightning, and he knew that he had become the next target of the mysterious assassin!

Such a powerful means, just by looking at the unknown location, he buried the coordinates in the depths of his heart, and then continued to drill into his heart with weak spiritual fluctuations...... What is this for?

Zhang Qingyang did not immediately let the frog Zen master drink and obliterate, but guided the mind to follow the external fluctuations into the consciousness, and found that it could easily follow the ups and downs of the thoughts, and then guide the thoughts to grow and grow, and stretch its tentacles like an octopus, searching for fragments everywhere in the memory.

Interesting means.

Zhang Qingyang's mind moved, and he released some of the daytime memory fragments that had been excavated during the previous introspection and had not been completely emptied, and let the spiritual tentacles grasp it, and soon saw a trance dream begin to take shape!

Dreams, subconscious, body, and mind, the four are linked one by one, like a chain reaction, one after another, affecting his qi and blood in the blink of an eye, and then it will be mixed with the abdomen and the operation of the spirit.

Seeing this, Zhang Qingyang has already understood the use of this thing, which is to subtly control his physical and mental qi and blood, and without arousing vigilance, let him unconsciously fall into a boundless dream, quietly messing up the operation of qi and blood, and abdomen.

What a ruthless trick!

Zhang Qingyang didn't dare to continue to let it go, the one who could use such means was definitely not an ordinary master, but a great power who had studied the spiritual secret art to an extremely high level!

His inner universe shook, the frog Zen master "snorted" a Zen chant, the Taiji diagram behind the head of the crane Taoist rotated, the crane chirped out the thunder sound, Zhang Qingyang pinched the trick with both hands and sent the sound of "fighting", and suddenly cut off the foreign spiritual fluctuations, and the wind rolled up in his mind, and the affected dream thoughts, qi and blood fluctuations spewed out in one mouth, turning into an air arrow flashing with demonic light, "sighing" through the curtain and glass, and shooting directly at the big tree more than ten meters away.

Between the branches and leaves, a thumb-thick locust was beaten squarely, and "poof" turned into powder.

But under the other leaves, hundreds of locusts poured out at the same time, and the chirping of the teeth grinding the legs was one after another, forming a faint and noisy sound in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Qingyang's brows tightened, the bridge of the soul was shaken by the sound, and a familiar image spontaneously appeared in his mind.

It was a locust, lying prone among the mountains, its back bulging like a hill, opening its mouth and biting, emptying a few acres of verdant jungle!

What a big locust.

Locusts, to be exact!

It seems that the order of the two words is reversed, but the meanings they represent are very different.

Locusts are just a kind of small insects that eat plants for a living, and they breed every time there is a drought, and when they swarm like dark clouds covering the sun, they destroy countless plants and grains between ups and downs, and are accomplices of famine.

Insect locusts are not, it is a general term for a series of pests including locusts, which has always been just a kind of referential literary name, but Zhang Qingyang is reflected in the spirit of a real individual, whose real name is unknown, and its real name is directly fed back, it is a locust!

From a false name to a real image, this is a god who looks like a locust!

The insect locust seemed to sense Zhang Qingyang's mental fluctuations, and the head that was gnawing at the forest turned around, and the sawtooth as wide as a tall building collided with silent thunder, sparks splashed, juice was everywhere, and the huge compound eyes flashed with cunning brilliance, and through the many void barriers, they "looked" over.

"Quack, funny little one, he was able to dodge the spiritual sneak of the deity. If you don't want to be eaten in secret, you dare to look directly at this locust, this is a serious act of blasphemy, and it must be severely punished. Chirp, just use your spirit to pay it back. ”

The slender voice like a gossamer was transmitted to the bridge of the mind along the fluctuations, and Zhang Qingyang understood everything in a single thought, and he even took the opportunity to scan the surrounding terrain of the valley where the locusts were located, but it was limited to knowledge and completely unfamiliar.

But as the strange sound of the insect locust ended, his snooping was cut off, and then a sharp spiritual impact like an awl suddenly struck, blasting into the inner universe through his spiritual bridge!