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"You mean, my eldest brother has awakened the celestial bloodline?"

In the True Monarch Temple, Yang Jian looked at Yang Zhao who was lying on the bed, and asked An Cheng in shock.

"The eldest master is already a Taoist scattered immortal, it is impossible to cultivate the literary qi and read the books of sages, but he can compose poems, it must be because of the ability that the heavens are born to know."

An Cheng said with certainty, and a Taoist monk can absorb the innate literary qi, except for the special divine souls of heaven and man, it is absolutely impossible to do it.

Yang Jian still couldn't believe it, he respected his eldest brother very much, but he also knew that Yang Zhao's talent was very poor.

"Zhenjun, your heavenly eye, is also an ability of heavenly beings." An Cheng said.

Yang Jian frowned lightly, although his Heavenly Eye was opened with the help of Master Yuding Zhenren, it was indeed an innate talent.

Yao Ji is the younger sister of the Jade Emperor, one of the few remaining celestials in the fairy world, and it is normal for the three of them to inherit the bloodline of celestials.

"My eldest brother hasn't awakened for tens of thousands of years, how could he suddenly wake up at this time?" Yang Jian knew that An Cheng was a literary immortal and had a wide range of knowledge, so he asked seriously.

An Cheng thought for a while and said, "I think it may be ......."

"What is it?" Yang Jian asked.

"It may have been beaten by Sun Wukong," Seeing Yang Jian's displeasure on his face, An Cheng hurriedly said: "The bloodline of heaven and man will only be activated when facing danger, and the old man's previous confusion should not be madness, but caused by the reshaping of the soul." ”

Yang Jian bowed slightly, the first time he appeared Tianyan was indeed in a dangerous situation, and it was true that he was dizzy for a few days, but he hadn't been in a daze for so many years like his eldest brother.

"It's a good thing." Yang Jian said, and then asked, "But why did you fall into a coma again?" ”

An Cheng said: "This is to ask Emperor Baosheng, but if you think about it, it may be that the soul of the Great Master has not completely changed." ”

Yang Jian was silent, the changes in the soul are indeed complex and difficult to understand.

"Take care of the eldest master, I'll go and ask Emperor Baosheng."

After Yang Jian finished speaking, he glanced at Yang Zhao and left.

An Cheng sent Yang Jian away and looked back at Yang Zhao.

"Master, I don't know if you can wake up in time, except for the Pan Tao Club in ten days, you can't easily see the Guanghan Fairy."

……

Earth, Jiang Xiaodong regained consciousness and looked at the time, exactly fifty minutes had passed.

The time of the heavenly court is the same as that of the earth, which is worth celebrating, in case it is a day in the sky and a year on the earth, and the fifty minutes are almost half a month, and my body may be cremated.

He Bei was still asleep, Jiang Xiaodong turned off the computer and returned to his bed lightly.

"That An Cheng said that I have awakened some heavenly bloodline, I can cultivate various factions of spells at the same time, and absorb the three zhang literary qi, the Wendao has already started, and he also gave me the cultivation exercises for the introduction of culture and education."

Lying on the bed, Jiang Xiaodong had no intention of sleeping, thinking about An Cheng's words before leaving.

An Cheng gave him the most basic exercises for cultural and religious practice, as long as he practiced diligently, he could cultivate the aura of heaven and earth into literary qi, and prolonging life was the most basic effect.

Jiang Xiaodong knew that An Cheng, who looked fifteen or sixteen years old, was now fifteen hundred years old!

This is the rhythm of becoming an immortal.

Jiang Xiaodong couldn't fall asleep and began to think back to that mental method.

"Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, four friends of literati. The pine wind at the bottom of the string tells the ancient and modern, and in the red dust, it is difficult to find a bosom friend. It is also strange to turn the common people upside down, black and white, why bother with high and low. Indulge in the east wind and read under the moon, the chai door is closed, and the guests don't care. Slender hand pine smoke dyed plain yarn, Yingying wrote, two or three cottages ......"

As soon as the words came out, it seemed to be recited by a sage, and Jiang Xiaodong's heart suddenly calmed down.

It really works!

Jiang Xiaodong was secretly happy.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Xiaodong, who was closing his eyes, suddenly felt that his eyes lit up, and the original darkness had turned into a gray world, which seemed to open the eyes of heaven.

I saw countless dense gray spots flying up and down, like tiny mosquitoes.

Yang Dalang's memory has knowledge about gray spots, and this thing is aura.

However, the aura of the fairy world in his memory is not so sufficient.

Could it be that there is more aura on the earth than in the fairy world?

Jiang Xiaodong was surprised, didn't the novels say that the earth was a place lacking in spiritual energy.

It's still important to cultivate, now is not the time to think about this.

Jiang Xiaodong introduced the aura into his body according to the method.

According to the records of the exercises, his sea of consciousness will open next, and he will be able to see the Yuan Shen, and the Yuan Shen will absorb the spiritual energy, and he will be able to cultivate the unique Wen Qi of the Wenjiao monk.

The steps are clearly written, but the situation in Jiang Xiaodong's body is a little strange.

Why is there only one aura that sways around the body like a headless fly?

What a situation!

Jiang Xiaodong was stunned, this is different from what is said in the exercises.

What about my sea of knowledge, what about my primordial spirit?

Jiang Xiaodong opened his eyes in a panic, and all the sensations disappeared immediately.

Did you get the steps wrong?

Jiang Xiaodong recalled the exercises of the four friends of the literati and began to practice again.

In the same way, only the aura rushes into the body, and there is no so-called sea of consciousness opening.

After repeating it several times, Jiang Xiaodong was sweating profusely, and he still didn't understand the essentials.

Is it the exercise, right?

Jiang Xiaodong shook his head, An Cheng didn't need to lie to himself.

What the hell is going on?

I couldn't figure it out, and Jiang Xiaodong, who didn't give up, started again.

The gray aura rushed in.

This time, there was finally a little change.

Jiang Xiaodong was overjoyed, and then frowned.

He felt like his body was swollen, so swollen that it was about to burst.

The aura he had absorbed just now was not absorbed by the Yuan Shen, and all of them remained in his body.

The aura that has never been able to find a home and has accumulated more and more has finally exploded.

Boom!

A thunderous sound emanated from Jiang Xiaodong's buttocks......

It stinks!

The moment before Jiang Xiaodong lost consciousness, he screamed in his heart.

He was stunned, and naturally he would not notice that a small amount of aura remained in his body.

……

The first rays of sunlight shone into the room in the morning, and Jiang Xiaodong woke up leisurely.

Last night, I seemed to be stunned by a fart?

The corners of Jiang Xiaodong's mouth twitched.

What's going on with that literati four friends, is it because his qualifications are too poor?

But didn't An Cheng say that he was talented, and his cultivation of culture and education was the soul, and it had nothing to do with the body, so how could he not cultivate.

Jiang Xiaodong was very depressed, thinking that he could cultivate into an immortal, but he turned out to be a fart.

Forget it, let's be honest as a mortal.

Turning over and getting up, Jiang Xiaodong suddenly felt a little dizzy.

Why do you see things so blurry?

If you wear glasses, you won't have more power.

Touching the thick glasses on the bridge of his nose, Jiang Xiaodong thought pessimistically.

I took off my glasses and rubbed my eyes.

There must be too many code words recently, and I have to pay attention to my eyes.

Open your eyes.

No way?!

Jiang Xiaodong's mouth opened wide all of a sudden.

This......

How could it be!

Looking at the clear scene in the house, Jiang Xiaodong was stunned.

There were several books piled up on the table, McGee's "Story," Dwighswain's "Bestseller Writing Techniques," and Stanislavsky's "The Self-Cultivation of an Actor."

The guitar hanging on the wall was given to He Bei by himself, and it was written that he wished his brother to become a big star as soon as possible.

There is also an induction cooker in the corner, which is a Midea brand.

He could see everything in the room clearly!

Without glasses, the world is clear again!

After a long time, Jiang Xiaodong was finally convinced that his myopia of thousands of degrees was gone.

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