The next morning, Duchamp went to the back mountain to exercise as usual, and unexpectedly found that Eisenberg was already waiting there.

Looks like he's serious!

Duchamp walked over, chatted with Eisenberg for a few words, and when Goode came, he hurried to throw Eisenberg to Goode.

Anyway, Goode is used to educating novices. He earnestly instructed Eisenberg on the basics, using the same set of standards as the road.

Duchamp smiled slightly, drew his knife, and walked towards the hill.

Lately, he's been a little bit of a realize.

Teacher Weima has emphasized many times, and Dan has also mentioned that the trick of advancing to the eighth order can be summed up in one sentence: before the eighth order and after the eighth order are completely different two heavens, and only by truly mastering the use of the power of Qiyao can you break through to the eighth order.

Dushang had also seen the combat power of those masters who had broken through the eighth order, and they could draw Yaoli to bless their martial arts, so they were extremely powerful. This is also the reason why today, when the first has become more and more popular, masters still regard cold weapons as their preferred weapons.

To put it in layman's terms, it adds magic damage to physical attacks, and it can also intimidate boss-level monsters. For earthlings, this is no longer a phenomenon that science can explain. And this obsession in his heart is preventing him from forming a real resonance with Yaoli.

Duchamp was the time of day when Duchamp liked to dye the mountains golden, and he could feel the awakening of everything in the mountains, the little grass that was hanging down, trying to spread its leaves to the east, waiting for the sun to come. A few small demonic beasts underground, holding the stored food, began to eat for the first time of the day.

It was only part of what he felt, the sun was trying to rise, the air was warming up little by little, Duchamp closed his eyes, feeling the first rays of sunlight covering his body, and the rising energy.

He closed his eyes and experienced the changes in the power contained in the alternation of day and night, trying to break through the habitual obsession of the stubborn earthling's soul.

"I can teleport myself, but I don't believe in spatial folding theory, it's crazy!"

His soul stubbornly felt that "this is not scientific".

"However, this plane has the presence of super-iron elements, and the power guides that manipulate magic with mechanical circuits are not a purely rational plane." His soul was trying to convince himself.

If the soul cannot adapt to the rules of this plane, how can he drive the forces of this world according to this rule.

Xu shouldn't be so ambitious, and should start with the most basic skills.

Duchamp sent a 'breath of life' to himself, feeling Yaoli's repair of the body. But because his body was not damaged, his understanding was not effective.

Do you want to self-harm first?

"Styry, it's time to go back and get ready." Eisenberg came to him sweating profusely, disrupting his crazy thoughts.

"Huh!" Duchamp wakes up from a dream and finds himself a little crazy.

On this day when Yaoli was at its fullest, his perfect body felt the strongest Yaoli field of the year, as if he had inhaled too much oxygen, the cells in his whole body were expanding excitedly, and his thinking was also affected, becoming extremely active.

What is the principle of the Illusion Blessing? Is it a concretization of the energy consumed? How does purification achieve the healing of toxins and the expulsion of negative states, does it transform these energies that do not belong to the body, or does it completely exclude them from the body? Does therapy replenish the body's lost energy, or does it repair? How is it different from the breath of life? In the force field of Qiyao's coexistence, how can people correctly extract the Yaoli they need?

In thought, the long queue was over, and it was the turn of the Swords and Roses to play.

On this special day, of course, it begins with a hymn in praise of the goddess.

Isaac, dressed in a crisp white gown, stepped forward, and all the fiddlers raised their bows, waiting for the aria to fall.

"Whether you live, towering mountains,

Or in a boat, in the vast sea,

Golden light, sprinkled from the blue sky,

That's love, covering me.

Regardless of age or age, high or low, the goddesses are the same,

Give equal love.

O this love, day and night,

Gentle as a mother, who accompanies me,

No matter how cold or warm the world is, there are many setbacks in life

Explore in the wilderness, sail in the dark,

I will not be lost, nor will I be afraid,

Oh, because of this unchanging love, be with me! ”

It was not the first time Duchamp had heard this song, nor was it the first time he had played it, but at this moment, hearing the harmony on and off the stage, his mind was flying farther and farther step by step.

Even though they were playing intently, all the band members felt that Duchamp was infinitely close to perfection in the part of the chant today.

As soon as the performance ended, the girls of the music club rushed up from the backstage to celebrate.

"I swear, it's the most perfect chant I've ever heard!" Amanda burst into tears of emotion.

"Styri, what the hell are you thinking?" Leamor found that the expression on Xueba's face did not change at all, his body language did not change, and even his expression did not change, he was still so erratic and distant.

"What do you think? I'm seriously thinking about some philosophical questions, such as whether time travel is in the right order or the reverse order of time and space, whether the essence of human beings is the pursuit of freedom or order, whether emptiness refers to the sky or space, whether the goddess of emptiness is the goddess who has mastered the power of space, or the goddess who lives in the sky, can anyone tell me the answers to these questions? ”

Everyone looked at each other, and after a while, someone muttered in a low voice, "Styr is stunned!" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, I heard that this is called the call of the goddess, and it is recorded in the holy books that especially devout believers, when they pray with all their hearts or listen to hymns, can hear the parables of the goddess, or other miracles appear."

"But, Styry, is he a devout believer?"

"Well, that seems like a problem."

In the midst of the others' discussions, Duchamp finally moved, he got up from his seat, pulled his legs and walked out, faster and faster, and finally, with a whoosh, disappeared.

In the sky, the sun gradually sets in the west, and the brightest starry sky of the year gradually arrives.

As an astrologer, Ms. Helen is the busiest on this night.

She stood on the top floor of the faculty dormitory, fiddling with the astronomical telescope, some old sextants, and various old atlases in front of her, preparing for the annual record work.

She was accompanied by an assistant, a little girl named Anelle, who was holding a large blank notebook and lots of colored pencils, preparing shorthand.

"Midsummer Eve is a particularly important day for astrologers, and on this day of the year, the position between the Semria and the ecliptic trajectory can often determine the events of the year ahead, or even many years ahead." Once everything was in order, she stressed to Anelle the importance of tonight.

"Aisha has always wanted to come, why didn't you let her come?"

"I don't like people whose lives are too complicated, remember, only those who have no distractions can become astrologers. I don't like wasting time on things that don't have hope. Well, looking to the east, you can already see the outline of the first star. ”

Under the guidance of Teacher Helen, Annele pressed her eyes to a smaller telescope and looked to the east. She was not very familiar with the starry sky, and she could not quickly find the star that Ms. Helen was talking about, but she had something else to gain.

"Shooting Star!" She exclaimed.

"Where?"

"Sticking to the sky above us, it flew past the Lyra and disappeared in the blink of an eye."

"It's a shame I didn't get to see it. Precious discovery, Aniel, this star is only visible to you, draw its trajectory quickly, and I will make a comparison. ”

While the astrologer and apprentice were busy, Duchamp leaned on his sleeping mat and fell asleep sweetly under the big tree in the orchard.

"Yo Xi, Sweetwater-kun!" The Floating Monarch and Spore Monarch on both sides were greeting him warmly.