From the very beginning, the boy instilled an idea in Zhou Xian, and he described the study of the Heavenly Speech as something that even the local chickens and dogs on the street could easily use, as easy as eating and sleeping. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhou Xian is also convinced of this, he also thinks that the mathematical foundation in the boy's mouth is something like the ninety-nine multiplication table that Zhou Xian's primary and secondary school students in the world must learn, if he can't even master such a thing, then Zhou Xian will even have deep doubts about his IQ.

So from the first pattern he participated in, Zhou Xian's heart has always been firm, he has always believed that this day's performance is absolutely under his control, no matter what difficulties will be encountered, as long as he persists.

This is where the boy's cleverness lies, the boy's era is the most glorious era of the human race in ancient times, and the sect he is in is also one of the leaders, a super sect at the top of the pyramid, its exclusive basic exercises are naturally controlled extremely tightly, and it must be the foundation of the sect, just by virtue of this, the difficulty of cultivation will never be as unbearable as the boy said, so this boy is to Zhou Xian to play a very ingenious "Wangmei quenches thirst".

If the boy had told Zhou Xian the difficulties of the day's performance at the beginning, then Zhou Xian would have given up when he was in extreme pain, how could he go so far. The boy's hand is beautiful, and it happens that Zhou Xian is also a madman who is ruthless enough to himself and has excellent willpower, so this result can make the boy stunned.

There are only the last three patterns left, after Zhou Xian completed the fifteenth pattern, he didn't faint like before, this time it was only a little bit of exhaustion, Zhou Xian closed and meditated cross-legged, and when he felt the previous pattern again, his sense of exhaustion was swept away, and the state in his mind at this time was unprecedentedly good, and his eyes were extremely clear.

"Hmmm! Let me get rid of you all at once! Zhou Xian looked at the last three figures on the heavenly performance with a light smile, as if he was looking at his own naughty child.

"This kid ... What a crazy guy, he was going to do that!? ”

The boy's eyes suddenly bulged, looking at what Zhou Xian was about to do, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart!

Zhou Xian actually wanted to comprehend the remaining three patterns at once. Not to mention how difficult the last few patterns are, it is extremely dangerous to say that they are superimposed together.

It is true that the boy can comprehend all the figures at a glance, but at that time, in ancient times, and those people were ultimately the most anti-heaven beings in the world.

This simultaneous comprehension of three patterns, by no means one plus one plus one equals three, each pattern has a different tribulation, he acts on Zhou Xian's different positions in the sea of knowledge, if it is broken one by one, then for Zhou Xian, who is becoming more and more courageous at this time, it is naturally like a matter of course, without any suspense.

But now that the three patterns are comprehended together, it is equivalent to two fists fighting six hands, and these six hands are still six hands attacking at the same time in the most heart-to-heart way in all directions, which is much more difficult than three patterns alone, and the difficulty is definitely a geometric number soaring. That's why Zhou Xian's decision made the boy feel crazy.

The three patterns on the yellowed paper began to fluctuate at the same time, and finally these three patterns were already too complex and delicate than the previous patterns, and at this time, the three patterns actually rotated separately, and under the rapid rotation, in Zhou Xian's eyes, the three patterns became three circular rotating ink dots, and the huge power contained in the ink dots overflowed from the yellowed paper from time to time, and Zhou Xian's robe was blown by the strong wind that emanated.

"Have you started!? That little power isn't enough to keep me back! ”

The three rotating patterns launched three black vortices at the same time, and the three powerful vortices hit Zhou Xian's parway with a mountain momentum, and an extremely domineering and majestic two instantaneous rushed into Zhou Xian's brain, as if they were about to stir Zhou Xian's head like a pulp before stopping.

Zhou Xian resisted the attack of the three vortices with all his might, and at the same time, he also noticed that the three vortices brought him unimaginable pain at the same time, the knowledge similar to strength was also frantically instilled into Zhou Xian's mind, Zhou Xian's head once again felt the explosive pain that was no longer uncomfortable before, such a brutal power infusion, if it was someone else, he might explode and die at any time, and Zhou Xian only saw some reluctance from his expression at this time.

Zhou Xian's sea of knowledge is like a churning river at the moment, and the kind of knowledge that is similar to power is like countless mud and sand dumping, stirring the inside of the sea of knowledge, which is as clear as the starry sky, into a mess, and Zhou Xian's sea of knowledge is also trying his best to evolve these newly entered mud and sand efforts to clean up and turn them into his own use. As soon as he pulled and pulled, Zhou Xian's knowledge of the sea began to produce some subtle changes.

The three patterns seemed to have a tacit understanding, watching their attack actually make Zhou Xian in front of him resist all of them, and suddenly, the three patterns put away the black vortex, and began to slowly move closer to each other in the extremely high-speed rotation.

When the three patterns are completely close together, the patterns suddenly began to change, three extremely complex but different styles of patterns, at this moment began to deform and fuse, together to form a new pattern, the new pattern is so fine that you can think it is a solid figure, the new pattern is like a living thing, this will turn into an ink fish, the fish swims freely on the yellowed paper, the previous patterns that Zhou Xian has consulted, at this time it seems to be timid to avoid the ink fish.

"It's... The boy, who had been observing from the sidelines, was speechless for a moment when he saw this strange scene, and he felt that this strange phenomenon was incredible, and he felt that there seemed to be a little familiarity in his memory. So this boy fell into a kind of entanglement that the more he wanted to understand, the more he couldn't figure it out.

The ink fish quickly became familiar with everything in the yellowed paper, and at this moment began to chase those patterns, the first fifteen fragmentary patterns were certainly not the opponent of the ink fish, at this moment, from Zhou Xian's point of view, the fifteen scattered patterns were so like a handful of feed sprinkled into the fish pond, and the yellowed pages recorded that day were an ancient fish tank, as for the ink fish, of course, it was the overlord of this range.

With an elegant stroke, the ink fish swallowed one of the lumps in one bite, and the body of the ink fish was obviously larger because of this swallowing, and the ink fish that swallowed the pattern seemed extremely cheerful, and actually spun happily in place on the yellowed pages.

"I actually ate it!? Spit out my pattern, it's something I've had a great deal of trouble to realize! You damn stinky fish! Zhou Xian was dumbfounded to see that the ink fish actually ate the pattern, and at this moment he was insulting a book, which looked extremely funny.

Just in the time when Zhou Xian was abusing the heavens, the ink fish ate several patterns arrogantly, and the ink fish had expanded to almost half the size of the page.

"I remember... This!! This turned out to be Mo Ling! Where did this kid get the blessing that he actually made the Heavenly Evolution Record produce Mo Ling, I really can't understand it more and more! ”

The boy suddenly exclaimed to himself, the problem he had been puzzled with before was suddenly solved, and he finally remembered that this strange ink fish turned out to be the spirit of the ancient book that was difficult to produce in 1 in 100 million, once the ancient book was alive, it was the absolute sublimation of the classic, and he would make the original classic book improve by an unknown number of grades.

It stands to reason that the person who knows a book or a book best should be the person who created it, and all the knowledge and power are given by the person who created it, so no matter how much future generations study the classics, it is impossible to reach the same height as the creators, unless the later generations have the ability to adapt the classics in their own way, and then they can create classics that surpass the author.

However, the classics produced by this method are no longer part of the knowledge of the original classics, which is almost equivalent to later generations remaking a classic with their own understanding, or opening a new information sheet from the original classics.

And the spirit of the ancient book, that is, the ink spirit, is completely different from those things that are transformed and added, this is the spirit of self-evolution of the knowledge contained in a classic, it not only inherits all the knowledge of the creator, but also evolves in the most suitable direction of this classic through this knowledge, because the ink spirit is originally transformed by knowledge, so he will not go astray, nor will he go to a different path from before, he will choose the most correct path to evolve himself, Even if the master who made the classics himself made the classics was a relatively biased direction, once the ink spirit was produced, the ancient book itself had already embarked on the final road, and it would never stop at any fork in the road.

There are countless ancient books of exercises in the world, if you want to say that the most precious, the ones that have been handed down from generation to generation can indeed be said to be so basic, but those peerless ancient books in the eyes of the world are definitely not the most powerful.

Only the ancient books that really produced the ink spirit can be regarded as perfect, maybe the heavenly performance record is not the most perfect book now, but at this moment, the production of the ink spirit has established his absolute top position.

One day, it will evolve through the evolution of the ink spirit and become a peerless book that shocks the world.

"Tut-tut! I don't know if I should say that your kid is too lucky, or if I shouldn't be ruined in time like this! In short, God bless me this time! The boy was amazed at himself, and he looked in the direction of the zenith and sighed.

Before he knew it, the ink fish had eaten all the fifteen balls, and he had become about the size of a whole yellowed page, and his body had become more and more streamlined. (To be continued.) )