Hey, this person's reaction is really speechless, and anything that comes to his mouth can change its taste.

Full of indignation and contempt, he shook his head helplessly, he quickly took back the book in his hand and hastily put it into his arms.

Fortunately, the book had been put away at this time, otherwise it would have been really difficult to end smoothly.

At this time, Jing Chong turned his head calmly, and what caught his eye was Nie Haiyuan's broad head and a pair of curious innocent eyes.

"Are you wrapped and have a hard skin, how old is this kid to have that physiological reaction!" Seeing Jing Chong's calm eyes, Nie Haiyuan's mouth was on his nose, but after a short period of pretense, he still couldn't hide his curiosity and came up.

"What the hell is going on? Are your bags and skins also growing as fast as that kid in Zou Cang? But don't be afraid, this is a normal reaction of puberty, but I'm still quite curious, what do you feel?"

A series of unbearable words suddenly made Jing Chong's face, which was not white, red, and then with a few traces of paleness, his lips trembled, and it took him a long time and a half to roll his eyes, but he didn't catch the other party's words from beginning to end.

"Why are you still so shy? Who of our 10th team doesn't have something unspeakable? But everyone knows it. Take Zou Cang as an example, although he twists like a girl every day, but he is quite calm on this topic, I hope you can also face the reality calmly and share the pain together, besides, after all, everyone is a gentleman!"

This Nie Haiyuan's face is not only thick-skinned, but also an out-and-out pervert and pervert, I really don't know how he understands so much at this young age, anyway, he is too lazy to go along with him, so he simply glared at him, didn't speak or explain, and then stood up and walked towards the door.

"Hey, this kid, it's really boring, it's angry to make a joke, it's okay to go out, don't forget that we still have a night shift at night!"

Nie Haiyuan looked like the second monk couldn't figure out his head, and muttered for a long time, but in the end he didn't forget to shout at the door, and then lay on the bed again, and then fell asleep heartlessly.

Jing Chong, who walked out of the dormitory, finally breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that he is really out of place here, all of them are scoundrels, hooligans, scum, no wonder people often say that thieves don't have a good thing, this time it's really convincing!

Thinking of this, he secretly resolved in his heart that he must not be in the same stream as this group of people.

With his mind settled, he no longer hesitated, and around a mountain forest, he squatted down among a hidden mountain rock.

This time, after making sure that there was no one around, he once again took out the animal skin book in his arms, and flipped through it with relish.

The words that are still difficult to understand are constantly swirling in the eyes like ghost drawings, but none of the words can be smoothly integrated into the mind from beginning to end.

It's just that at this time, Jing Chong's gaze was met, but he didn't have the dazzling feeling he saw before, and at the same time, there was a bit of inexplicable kindness that constantly attracted him.

A pair of eyes fixed on the text on the first page, one by one circles gradually became blurred, the next moment they continued to converge and spread like life, and I don't know how long it took to repeat and repeat, but the whole line of sight became blank, and with that blank gradually became transparent and real, but unconsciously brought him into a wonderful and familiar world.

In the world of blue sea and blue sky, the water and the sky are all connected together, and there is no trace of dark clouds, and the whole world is a fresh blue.

Looking at this blue, Jing Chong only felt that his heart was extremely relaxed and open, just like the sea that could accommodate the universe and contain everything.

Quietly indulge in it, an unprecedented warmth and peace like a trickle of water flowing in the heart.

The gentle wind is like a soft hand constantly caressing every inch of skin on the body, itchy and numb, making people feel drowsy.

Water is the source of all life, and with water there is life in the world, so this sea can be called the source of life.

The sudden realization, as if someone in his ear was deliberately interpreting the mystery of life for himself, made him listen to it with relish and indulge in it, although he didn't know what the benefits of such a narration were, but Jing Chong could still feel that in this peaceful atmosphere, his heart seemed extraordinarily peaceful and quiet.

The wonderful feeling always lingered on Zhou's body, and he closed his eyes tightly until the whole body was covered with a wet and cool feeling, and he came back to his senses as if he had awakened.

"The power of life comes from water! This seems to be a very common truth, why should I be so particular about exploring it?"

But when he really came back to his senses and went to hunt that strange world again, he suddenly couldn't find the location of the world, and as time slowly passed, that wet and cool feeling also converged in the lower abdomen along the blood veins around him, and finally disappeared.

At this time, he had a feeling of gaining and losing, and couldn't help but laugh at himself secretly, he chose to face the reality again, and slowly opened his eyes to see that it was still this mountain forest, but from his bright eyes, it was not difficult to find that he was very unwilling to gain and lose just now.

The wonderful feeling of suddenly disappearing, although it makes people a little lost, but there is still an unfinished aftertaste, with this aftertaste, Jing Chong still feels that there is something to gain this time, after all, some things can't be forced, it's better to go with the flow.

Thinking of this, he savored it again, and suddenly felt an indescribable feeling of comfort throughout his body, slowly spreading from the lower abdomen to his whole body, and even the spirit that was a little sluggish seemed to be invigorated.

Could this be the benefit of the Furry Book?

Jing Chong, who had reminisced about it, once again attributed this harvest to the Beast Skin Book, and at the same time, he guessed again and again in his heart.

Could it be that it is not an imaginary textbook, nor is it a history book, but a genuine book of exercises?

For the first time, Jing Chong had doubts about the classification of the beast skin book, but his own random speculation had to be denied by himself.

If it is really a book of exercises and secrets, then how can he easily realize any subtle truth from it by virtue of his own ordinary people? Besides, he doesn't think that the comprehension he just made is a kind of subtle truth, it is just the simplest truth in the world, but he is only shallow in his knowledge and lonely and unheard of that he will feel extremely novel.

I still remember that people have said that the practice of the secret book of the exercises, but they all require a strong talent, even so they can not understand the mystery of kung fu from the difficult truth, and the cultivation of the exercises is more important to lay a solid foundation, you need to practice the three dogs in the summer, practice the three nine in the winter, so that you can make a difference in accumulating years or even decades, and the word "kung fu" also comes from this, which means that you have to pay a certain amount of hard work in order to achieve kung fu.

And a rural boy like him, who doesn't even know a few words, can inexplicably cultivate into a peerless master from it for no reason just by virtue of a book of unknown history, which will only be regarded as fantasy and nonsense in anyone's ears.

Besides, even if there was such a pie-in-the-sky thing, he didn't think it would fall on his unlucky ghost like this.

Shaking his head self-deprecatingly, Jing Chong hurriedly dispelled the previous thoughts, it seems that it is impossible to find a shortcut, his top priority is still to practice the exercises steadily, even if it is the worst, you have to make your body strong first, only a strong physique can be qualified to stand in front of others with a straight waist.

Thinking of this, he even gave all kinds of negations to the strange feeling that appeared on his body before, after the cool feeling just now dissipated his lower abdomen, he still had an indescribable feeling of soreness and heaviness, which also shows that the previous feeling is just an illusion that exists between the real and the false, which is probably inseparable from the tragic experience he has suffered in the past few days.

After some self-denial, Jing Chong finally completely subverted a series of assumptions in his heart, but he couldn't explain some of the benefits that this strange beast book brought to himself, and in desperation, he could only classify and characterize it in a self-innovative way.

After constantly racking his brains and sifting through the words, he resolutely chose a loud and mysterious name for it, "The Book of Illusions and Illusions".

The reason why it is called such a name, Jing Chong is also well-founded, the so-called imaginary image, that is, the imaginary world, the illusion is a feeling that makes people produce spiritual illusions, and the whole can be called when connected, as soon as you see this book, it is easy for people to unconsciously produce a mysterious illusion world, and finally pour out all the unsatisfactory in their chests into that illusory world.

In his own words, it is actually a process of releasing the mental pressure of the self!

I'm afraid that in a short period of time, he can only use this method to interpret those unknown questions that cannot be understood!