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This biography, when it comes to this crucial issue, is not even repeated!

I don't want you to be so appetizing!

Refining the meaning is obviously an excellent method, and it can even be said that this is the most daring and outstanding new concept in the history of literary cultivation that has been stagnant for thousands of years, and it can completely bring about a revolution and make the cultivation methods of literary cultivators turn upside down!

However, when the author was narrating this, he suddenly stopped and stopped talking!

Big brother, how did Hawking refine his intentions, and what methods did he use, you have to at least mention it?

Huo Zongtang continued to flip back in a hurry, and after searching for a long time, he finally found a passage in a certain chapter. This passage is vague, but it vaguely explains some of the reasons. The general idea is that this method of refining the mind may only be suitable for Hawking himself, but it cannot be generalized to other cultivators. In addition, this method may have deeply touched the traditional taboo, and was opposed and banned by many literary predecessors.

It is said that the main reason is that the method of refining the mind is too dangerous! It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a life of nine deaths. Some cultivators tried to imitate Hawking, but in the process of refining their intentions, they went mad and hurt their souls, and some even became idiots because of this, and some people lost their lives, so they were unanimously opposed by the outside world.

In view of this, Hawking destroyed all articles and theories about refining meaning. In this biography, naturally it is not visible.

Huo Zongtang sighed deeply, and couldn't help but feel a little frustrated in his heart. It was not easy to find a glimmer of hope, and the result was ...... The door of hope is slammed shut in front of me again!

He was not reconciled, and frantically turned the pages again. I kept looking at the last page and never saw any more valuable information!

With red eyes, he turned from the last page to the first, almost word for word, and read it again with all his heart!

He still had a hint of fantasy, hoping to see some profound mystery in the literal sense......

So, this time, he watched it all day! This time, he went from late at night to the evening of the next day!

On the quiet night of reading a book, the cold moonlight fell on his body, illuminating the short hair on his head, at first glance, it looked like a young man's white head, full of eyebrows and frost, very bit of vicissitudes and loneliness.

The sky gradually brightened, and the red light slanted in, reflecting the tall bookshelves, and in the warmth of the morning sun, he was still sitting under the bookshelf, sitting by the windowsill, thinking and reading, like an old monk.

Behind him, the deep and empty library seems to have turned into an ancient mound, which will trap him for thousands of years.

After a day and a night, when the second dusk came, and the shadows of the trees fell all over his shoulders, he sighed and closed the book. The reality is brutal. After reading the book four or five times, word for word, he still didn't get anything.

In terms of body refining, he strengthened his belief in qi refining, and he was also determined to consume a large amount of qi-replenishing herbs to slowly improve his physique. However, in terms of refining gods, there is still no turnaround.

If he can't further refine his mind, exercise his mind, stimulate and improve his brain function, and eventually he will still become an idiot who loses consciousness, emotion and thought.

Even if the body refining is successful in the end, what is the use of having the strongest body and the most exquisite martial arts!?

But after a little rest, he picked himself up from the blow of disappointment. In any case, there is still time, there is still hope, and we can't sit still!

He opened the book again. This is...... Seventh, or eighth?

This time, he immersed all his spiritual power into this book! The spiritual thoughts, like a smart fish, move quickly up and down those words, colliding with the spiritual fluctuations emitted by the words themselves, greedily searching, analyzing, and absorbing the spiritual breath between the lines.

He decided that he was going to "break the volume" of the book!

This is an essence book, with one percent of the spiritual power essence of the original book. He wants to break the volume, that is to say, to "brute-force crack" the book, even if he can't find a trace of life, he must devour all the soul power essence in the book!

At this time, he had a strong sense of unwillingness, anger and arrogance in his heart. Obviously, the ruthless rejection of fate, as well as the cold and cruel blow of reality, not only did not knock him down, but inspired his madness!

He sat on the wooden floor, his eyes widening, and the light in his eyes was like lightning disillusionment, and countless words seemed to loom in them.

A strong mental fluctuation had completely enveloped him and the book. Occasionally, a breeze blew some dust and debris in, but when it came to him, it was as if it had been struck by lightning, and it bounced away.

This time, Huo Zongtang made up his mind that he must die with this book!

If you don't give me what I want, then I'm going to ruin you!

He sat in front of the book, his thin back against the background of the tall space, which looked very small, and looked like a small stone carving in a tall temple from a distance.

However, on such a stone-carved back, a fierce aura slowly arose, filling the empty and magnificent library like a church, making his back seem to become tall.

It was another cold night, the moon was like frost, and the vicissitudes of life, loneliness, and loneliness were full of eyebrows, making the dry shadow even withered, like a bitter monk who had sat down for thousands of years.

On such a night, under the tall bookshelves like stone monuments, the small window became a little eerie.

I don't know how long it took, the heavens and the earth slowly began to brighten, and a ray of red light appeared silently in front of me, illuminating the white pages of the book red.

It seemed to be his third day in the library.

Huo Zongtang's spiritual power has almost dried up, and that book has also been "broken" by him to only a few thin pages. Most of the books that have been "broken" have completely lost their spirituality and soul power fluctuations, and have become the most ordinary paper.

After three days and three nights of hard study, meditation, and mental and physical consumption, Huo Zongtang actually had a splitting headache and was a little unconscious. He had forgotten that the doctor had said that Oppenheimer's patients were the most taboo to wear out excessive physical and mental strength.

It was only with the last bit of obsession that he finally "broken" the last few pages almost frantically and recklessly!

Then, in the red light of the rising sun, his body suddenly went limp, and he leaned forward on the book, like a pilgrimage.

But in fact, his real situation is not at all as divine and beautiful as that action seems. At this time, his mind was dark, and the whole person was completely unconscious. There was also a lot of blood flowing from his mouth and nose, staining the thick book red.

The color of the blood is somewhat black, and it looks like a very unhealthy color.

After three days and three nights of physical and mental overdraft, he was finally overwhelmed and fainted.

Huo Zongtang, who was in a state of fainting, did not stop the movement of his thoughts. There is also a wisp of gossamer-like thoughts, pulsing in the pulse.

Then, perhaps under the influence of this wisp of thought, Huo Zongtang had a dream.

Stephen Hawking once said that every human spirit is a universe. And every book related to this person is a portal to that universe.

So is this book, which is now pressed under Huo Zongtang's face, an entrance to the universe, leading to ...... Hawking's spiritual world?

The dream was quiet and silent. And...... No one, and certainly no one, could see Hawking.

What Huo Zongtang saw was-

A black hole.