Chapter Thirty-Eight: Emptiness and Feeling
After eating in harmony like this, Zhao Yichen left the cafeteria with Yang Tianxiao in the envious eyes of everyone. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
After leaving, Yang Tianxiao said a few more words, and the two separated and went back on their own.
After the separation, Zhao Yichen ran back to his residence very excitedly, sat directly on the ground, crossed his legs, and took out the booklet given by Yang Tianxiao just now from his arms.
In fact, Yang Tianxiao's booklet records how to attract spiritual power into his body, and then let the spiritual power form a small circulation in the body, so that this small cycle is connected with the large circulation of the outside world, so as to borrow the spiritual power between heaven and earth and use profound spells.
And that strange gong law is not, its meaning is to let the cultivator use strong means to forcibly disperse all the spiritual power of the whole body, forming a huge hole in the cultivator's body, and being able to quickly absorb a large amount of "spiritual power" to fight when fighting with others.
However, Zhao Yichen naturally couldn't see this, he just felt that there was a difference between the two.
After thinking about it for a while and finding no problems, Zhao Yichen couldn't wait to practice according to the exercises in the booklet
Two hours later, the blood-stained sunset hung on the western canopy, and the light was no longer so dazzling, staining the surrounding clouds red, like crumpled tidbits, which was very beautiful.
Zhao Yichen sat on the ground and woke up from his cultivation, he opened his eyes, and there was a look of disappointment in his eyes.
After coming to the academy, this was the third time, and he really didn't know what to do.
For the first time, he heard Yang Tian laugh and say that he was a shocking monk, thinking that something had happened, so he believed it to be true, but as soon as his divine sense entered his body, his muscles and veins were dead and silent, still like dead wood.
The second time, he saw the strange exercise when the moonlight passed through the black iron piece by chance, and after struggling for a long time in his heart, he decided to follow the cultivation, and the black qi in his body moved a little, which made him very surprised, but the black qi still could not be used normally.
The third time was this time, under Yang Tianxiao's test, he showed his supreme talent in shocking cultivation, while Yang Tianxiao was happy, he himself was also extremely happy, but just now when he practiced according to the exercises in Yang Tianxiao's booklet, the spiritual power was able to be introduced into the body, but once the gong was collected, the spiritual power in the whole body was either dispersed or sucked away by the hook jade in the body, and not even a bit of scum was left.
After he found out, he quickly used his divine sense to stop it, but whether it was spiritual power or Magatama, they didn't listen to his domination at all, which made him really helpless.
One afternoon, in the end, it was another useless exercise.
With a "bang", Zhao Yichen slammed his fist on the table, and after a long time, he sighed heavily and shook his head.
In a fit of anger, Zhao Yichen stopped thinking about it, turned over and lay down on the **, closed his eyes and fell asleep like this.
I slept for about five hours, and by the time Zhao Yichen woke up from his sleep, it was already in the middle of the moon. A faint coolness permeated from the open window, and he shivered and crawled to his feet.
The white moonlight shined through the hollow on the window, sprinkled in front of his **, she put on her shoes, put on a dress, pushed open the door, and walked out.
Looking up, the moon is like water, and the stars are like dust.
Last night's moon seems to be so bright, the moonlight is still the same, where are the people last night?
He looked at the moon in the distance, and suddenly thought of the woman last night, so beautiful, so distant, as far away as the moon in the sky.
Thinking of Shangguan Ziyue, he couldn't help but wrap the clothes on his body a little tighter, as if he could feel the coldness on her body.
The evening breeze was leisurely, blowing the roses by the courtyard gate fluttering in the air, and the crystal dew dripping on the petals looked so exquisite in the night light.
Looking at the beautiful rose, Zhao Yichen's mind suddenly jumped out of a lively and lovely figure, it was Mu Shiyu smiling at him, thinking of Mu Shiyu's sweet smile and lovely personality, his face suddenly turned red, and a fiery feeling came from his face. From the bottom of my heart.
He thought in his heart that Senior Sister Mu was a good person, so good to him, he would repay her well when he had the opportunity in the future. Thinking about it, Senior Sister Mu was injured a lot yesterday, and I don't know how the injury was at this time.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.
However, after thinking about it again, he shook his head self-deprecatingly, he still had Yang Tianxiao to heal him, and Senior Sister Mu must also have her father to heal her injuries, even if it wasn't, Senior Sister Mu's cultivation was profound, and she would definitely be able to heal her injuries by herself.
"Hey... What's the use of me even if I have a feeling?! Zhao Yichen raised his head and asked the sky, with a long sigh, his heart was full of thoughts, and he felt sorry that he couldn't cultivate normally.
He didn't know why at this time, this sense of loss and even inferiority complex was so strong, and he was a little out of breath. Thinking of the shyness of a little daughter when Mu Shiyu looked at Huo Zhuoqun that day, his heart was squeezed by something, and there was a burst of indescribable feelings.
The sky was silent, only silent
Zhao Yichen lowered his head helplessly, even if the moon was like water, there was only darkness in front of him, it was his shadow.
People with low self-esteem love to think too much, which is really good.
The shadow that is extremely normal on weekdays, in Zhao Yichen's eyes at this time, is like the darkness that envelops him, lingering, making it impossible for him to go out to meet the light.
"Little junior brother, why are you worried, it's better to drink!" Just as Zhao Yichen was immersed in his shadow, another unfamiliar voice sounded, and he looked up to see that a man in black was sitting on the roof, holding a wine gourd in his hand and drinking wine.
Zhao Yichen woke up from his contemplation, and thought to himself, why do these senior brothers like to hide in some corners and talk while people are unprepared, it's really scary, is this really handsome?
But he naturally wouldn't say that, he turned to the roof and saluted, and said, "Meet Senior Brother, dare to ask which Senior Brother it is?" ā
"Second child, Gu Chaohui!" The man in black craned his neck and took a sip of wine, and said lightly.
"Good name! Yichen has seen the second senior brother! Zhao Yichen praised.
"Hehe, how can you see that?" The man in black was praised by him like this, first stunned, and then asked a little playfully.
Zhao Yichen thought for a moment, and then said: "Cangshan deliberately ignores you, and the day is ruthless!" ā
"Good poetry!" Gu Lanhui patted his thigh, and praised at the moment, "The little junior brother is so literate, a good Cangshan is intentionally disregarded, and he is ruthless for a hundred days!" Come up and have a drink."
Zhao Yichen looked at the pillar on the side, and stepped on the roof in three or two steps.
Gu Lanhui untied a gourd from his waist, threw it to Zhao Yichen casually, and raised his head to take another sip of wine.
Zhao Yichen took the wine gourd, pulled out the saga and drank a few sips, he was so addicted that he found an open space next to Gu Lanhui and sat down.
"Little junior brother, why have I drunk wine for a long time, and I listened to you sighing here, and if there is anything unsatisfactory, tell me about it." Gu Lanhui turned to the gourd with one hand, wiped the remaining wine from the corner of his mouth with the other hand, glanced at Zhao Yichen, and said.
Zhao Yichen couldn't help but sigh again when he saw him mention this, raised his head and took a sip of wine, and said: "Senior brother doesn't know, the master said today that I have a deep understanding of the shocking door, but just now I practiced for an afternoon according to the method taught by the master, but there was no progress in the slightest. If practice can't work, what's the use of me even if I have a feeling! ā
Zhao Yichen spit out the resentment in his heart just now to Gu Chaohui.
He knew that all of Yang Tianxiao's disciples must be heroic and free-spirited, but he could see this from Li Junfei and Sun Xu, and the second senior brother who met for the first time must be the same, so he also talked to him heart-to-heart.
"Definitely! Little junior brother, I'm going to correct you. Gu Lanhui shook his head in Zhao Yichen's doubts and said.