Ronan sat on the stone steps, his paginated notebook resting on his lap, and at a comfortable angle, behind him, the classical auditorium only half blocked out the sunlight, and the warm sunlight lay out side by side with the cool shadows.

He is at the junction of light and shadow, facing a slightly complex light environment, his eyes are half-squinted, the focus coincides with the tip of the pen, and he strokes together on the paper, revealing neat glyphs.

"The respiratory metabolism of heaven and earth is the form of heaven and earth; The body's respiratory metabolism is the format of the self. In order to make the tiny 'self-format' play a role in the vast 'heaven and earth format', it is not only necessary to combine the big ones, but also to get a glimpse of the small ones. It used to be too coarse and stupid......"

At this point, he raised his head and cut his gaze over the crowd outside the auditorium. During club activities, near the auditorium and the river embankment on the south bank, it is undoubtedly one of the areas where students gather the most. Spanning multiple age groups, high and small, men and women, coming and going, forming a dynamic picture.

If it had been ten days earlier, Ronan's observations would have turned into a sketch, capturing a few characters with idiosyncrasies that would have been typical of the here and now.

If it had been three days earlier, Ronan would have tried to distinguish all the people in the sight of his memory, their faces, movements, clothing, relationships, etc., into categories to be precise and accurate.

Right now, Ronan sat on the steps of the Great Hall, and with a sweep of his eyes, he selected ten people from the hundreds of people at the bottom of the steps. These ten people are in different positions, there are men and women, and their grades and clubs are different. And in the next half minute, it was these ten people who passed by Ronan in turn and ascended to the auditorium.

Compared to the others, these ten are the closest to Ronan, and even after the order, there is almost no difference. It wasn't until the last two that there was a mistake because one person answered the phone.

"It's okay...... 80%。 ”

Others can't see it, but Ronan himself knows that whenever a person passes by, two meters away, the muscles on his body have a process of tightening and relaxing, and the pores open and close, just like this, "startled", to ensure that when everyone is close, he can jump up and react. The momentum is hidden, but the consumption is not small, and when ten people pass, there is a thin layer of sweat on his body, and his breathing is slightly panting.

The physical exertion is like this, and the mental loss is even greater. The 80% accuracy rate is not knocked out by luck, but by observing the eyes and postures of dozens or hundreds of people, the direction of their steps, and the distance of their positions, from large to small, from the surface to the inside, one by one.

This is exactly what the master of the temple said, "take me as the main, according to yourself and others", he is not a dead thing like a camera, but a living person, every time he looks at the past, he must refer to himself, clarify the key information, divide the priority, foresee, prepare, and react.

Therefore, the practice of "eye-catching" is never a specialized cultivation of the eyes, but a systematic project that takes the eye-catching as the guide and integrates the mental strength, vitality, and body into a furnace, and is a wonderful practice of "prying the whole body with a little bit".

It took Ronan nearly a week to comprehend, and then it took another three days to consolidate, and on the tenth day, it was considered a beginner.

Looking back on the cultivation process, it is really unbearable to look back. This requires Ronan to always maintain a high degree of sharpness, and he is not allowed to wander his mind or be in a trance.

At first, when he couldn't accurately determine the priority of information, he just felt that his eyes were not used carefully enough, and he couldn't wait to reproduce everything in his field of vision. It seems that if this is not the case, it will not meet the standard of "hard cultivation" mentioned by the cultivator. It is equivalent to paying full attention to every moment, tormenting the mind, until the eyesight and brain power are exhausted.

Looking back now, Ronan feels that his eyes are sour, and he reflexively wants to shed tears, or simply close his eyes and lie down and sleep well, which is the first joy in the world.

When Bai Xinyan saw Ronan's appearance, she completely canceled the exercise of the Frost River Waterway. According to her words, the torture of cultivating Shenyu is more effective than any consumption. If you light the lamp and boil the oil like this, I am afraid that Dr. Clay, who has repeatedly delayed the trip, will rush to Xia City, and he will die.

Ronan now knows that he has taken a detour, but the cultivator said lightly that beginners are not afraid of overdoing it for a while, "If you want to neutralize, you should be a prophet and then measure the increase and decrease", which is also possible.

Well, Ronan remembered "measuring increases and decreases" for a lifetime.

Ronan flipped the notebook forward, went to the side of the imitation paper soft screen, opened the statistical table, and added the results of this exercise. Then I went back to the journal page and wrote down with a pen:

"On October 25, 1,000 people completed the exercise, with an overall success rate of 72.2%, and after the middle stage of the group exercise, the success rate was 55.6%; The success rate of the terminal stage was 19%......"

After doing the basic data analysis, Ronan closed the notebook, ignored the strange gaze of the pedestrians around him, took out the medicine bottle, injected a drop of eye drops into each eye, and did a facial massage.

The eye sockets are soaked with coolness at first, and then the heat is steaming in an instant, and the finger power and medicinal power are all penetrated into it, blending with the vitality and moisturizing the function.

The potion is a secret ingredient provided to him by the cultivator, formulated by Squidward, to relieve eye fatigue. But then again, overuse of his eyes is a sign of his clumsiness.

The human eye is a delicate and complex structure, and it is anatomically searchable for all eye positions, and the existence of "eyes" will not be found.

The so-called eyesight is actually a special structure formed by the interaction between the eyes and their corresponding functions and the spiritual level, which is between the virtual and the real.

It is almost impossible for normal people to have "eyes", and only when they have a certain degree of cultivation and realize the intervention of the spiritual and material levels will they gradually build up, which is a routine like the "Shield of Truth".

The Shield of Truth that Ronan experienced was a temporary structure, and now building a vision is equivalent to building a permanent facility.

Ronan was already feeling a little.

His eyelids drooped, but he could feel a heavy pressure acting on them. The pressure comes from Gestalt, the influence of his power on the spiritual plane, on the physical body.

Other people's cultivation is "nothing comes into being", but Ronan wants to "steal beams and change pillars". Shift the power imprisoned in the "My Heart is Like Hell" format to a controllable level.

After all these years of exploration, Ronan felt that it was not entirely correct to say "imprisoned". It should be said that his soul power enters a processing production line, and he must go through the process and become a certain finished product before he can go off the production line.

This greatly limits the scope of use - it is okay to tie people with chains, but it is difficult to use it for embroidery.

If Ronan has to transport "raw materials" out, he must break through the barrier of "my heart is like a prison".

Because of this, at the "simulator" level of the Lingbo Network, when doing the practice of "soul power activation", the effect is so bad.

But now that the practice of "eyesight" is carried out, the intermittent supply is not unbearable. This kind of water grinding kung fu is always carried by the material level, which can be described as "dripping water through stones", even if only one drop is transferred out every day, it is a trace when it is smashed down, and it is like this every day, it is a depression, which can store water, and then gradually expand.

What's more, Ronan hasn't been so bad yet.

Ronan has just built half of the "eyesight", like a pond of water, the soul power trickles in, as long as you take care of it carefully, so that it does not evaporate and leak, after a long time, it can also be a pool, a lake, and a sea.

At this point, there is no need for the master of the museum to mention it again, Ronan naturally understands the principle of collecting, and uses seven points every day, three points are hidden, seven points are used to exercise the eyesight, build a structure, and three points are accumulated in it.

When he closed his eyes, it was really like a ball, swirling in his eye sockets, like cold but not cold, like hot but not hot, warm and cool, it is difficult to describe the wonder.

Later, there seems to be a ball of light, lit in the skull, at the beginning it was still hazy, like a candle flame that is about to go out, but you can work hard every day, wipe it every day, and there is always benefit.

There is also a name here, that is, "a heart lamp, a candle illuminates nine shades". The master of the hall said that when the heart lamp is probed, the viscera will be cleared, even if the eyes are small.

At this point, the "eye" has indeed set up a platform and has an outline, and it is no longer a mirage, a madman whispering.

As a result, Ronan became less fond of opening his eyes, especially when he was alone, and it was really good to shrug his eyelids and moisturize the feeling of warmth, shimmering candlelight.

He sat here in disarray, unable to see anyone, nor deliberately mentally sensitive, but the pedestrians passing by him left traces on him, which were revealed by the heart lamp, stretched forward and backward.

It was so intertwined that sometimes Ronan felt that he was like a spider, weaving an invisible web in this wonderful way. All living beings, whenever they cross the border, will touch him, and he will respond accordingly.

In contrast, the spiritual level is more extensive and deeper, but there is no such direct and pure reaction mechanism.

“…… Well? ”

Ronan suddenly collapsed his shoulders, but he was still a step too late, and was held down by Xue Lei behind him with one hand, and the feeling of "spider web" was instantly shattered - the insects were too big.

"Huh? Did you use psychic induction? ”

"Nope." Ronan reacted unsuccessfully, a little depressed, still squinting, and replied with a word angrily.

"And you can see me coming from behind? Eyes and hearts, according to oneself and others, it's only been a few days! Beginners need to smelt their minds, civilize their flesh and bones, and build a foundation in 100 days...... I used it for two months! ”

Seeing Ronan's progress, even Xue Lei's eyes were a little hot.

"It hasn't worked out yet, and I have a ...... foundation"

"Hehe, the hall owner said a long time ago, even if you have a deep foundation, you can be mostly taken by external laws, your body is weak, and it is easy to be reasonable, if you want to do it, it is even more difficult than normal people. Today on the 25th, within ten days, see the signs, Wizard! ”

"It's not that exaggerated, but I can still borrow a little bit of strength."

Ronan has a "self-knowledge" that others can't understand. Coincidentally, it was at this moment that an electric chain suddenly cut through his mind, and it flashed away, but it made his thoughts arouse, his heart lamp swayed, lost his stability and harmony, and the light became brighter and brighter.

He frowned, and leaked again.

The land of lakes and seas, a little overflow, his small pond can't fit it......

Before the thought was over, someone at the bottom of the steps shouted loudly: "Nanzi, Leizi, it's time!" ”

You don't need to look too much, you also know that it is Xie Junping who is coming to pick up people. Ronan distracted for a moment, stood up, and walked down the steps side by side with Xue Lei into the car.

The sightseeing car circled around the crowd and sped away.