"Mother, do you smell it?"

"Smell something?"

"A strange smell, don't you smell it?"

In the dining room of the home, a family of three except Gong Bing was sitting around the dining table enjoying breakfast at this time.

In the early morning of winter, when the sun is late, and the dawn light has just pierced the thick night, people who are accustomed to getting up early have already left the bed and started to prepare for the day's work or study.

"You mean the smell wafting out of Gabriel's room, it's been like that since yesterday, and it's all wafting to the neighbor's house, and of course I can smell it."

The mother said as she held a small knife in her left hand and spread jam on slices of bread.

"Yes, last night when the band came back from rehearsal, I happened to meet Uncle Dicks as I passed in front of the yard next door, and he poked his head out from behind the fence to ask about it."

"So, what the hell is he doing in the room, brother? Father and mother, should we go up and care? ”

"That's a good idea, so after you've eaten this piece of bread, go up to the second floor and knock on the door and ask." Mother said as she placed the slice of bread with jam in front of Rita.

"Mother, why doesn't it sound like you care at all, what if my brother does something illegal or dangerous in his room? For example, taking drugs, making explosives? Rita looked at her mother with some dissatisfaction.

But her mother gently knocked on her head with her hand.

"This kid is really, and his imagination is too rich, Rita, why don't you say that Gabriel has become a wizard, if you can put this mind on studying, you won't fail this final exam."

"Uh...... Also... It's just two subjects......"

"Sean, if I'm not mistaken, your daughter only has a total of four exams at the end of the semester, right?" The mother picked up the white mug and turned to Sean, who had been silently eating breakfast and reading the newspaper.

The latter did not say anything, but after raising his eyes to look at the two ladies, he continued to look down at his newspaper, for he felt that it was never wise to get involved in the arguments between women.

"Mother!" Rita, who was told the truth, pursed her mouth and blushed.

"Hurry up and eat, don't you have to rush out to rehearse later? If you keep grinding any longer, you'll miss time. ”

Hearing this, Rita looked at the wall clock on the wall.

Sure enough, it's a little late compared to normal days.

"Oops, that's it?" Rita was surprised, she immediately took a large sip of the cup, drank the milk, and then took the last slice of bread in her hand, and rushed to the second floor as she ate.

"Slow down, don't choke." Looking at her daughter in a hurry, the mother laughed.

Soon, Rita, who had just gone upstairs, came down again, and by this time she had put on her coat and her beloved instrument box on her back.

"It's all Gabriel's fault, it must have been affected by his strange smell, so I didn't sleep well all night last night, otherwise I wouldn't be late now." Rita grumbled as she walked down the hallway next to the dining room.

I saw her come to the entrance, her feet suddenly rushed into her shoes, kicked on the ground, put on her shoes in two or three clicks, and then opened the door of the house and walked out without looking back.

"Rita, stay safe." Parting, the mother sitting at the dining table asked from afar.

Touch!

Rita, who didn't have time to respond, had already closed the door and ran towards the bus stop.

Rita left with her front foot, and Gong Bing appeared at the stairs with her back foot, and was walking down from the second floor.

Gong Bing's expression was sluggish, his hair was messy, and he moved into the toilet like a walking corpse, and after a while, he walked out of it with the sound of flushing.

He came to the table, picked up two slices of bread as if no one was around, stuffed them into his mouth without touching anything, and then picked up the teapot and swallowed it with water.

didn't say hello and didn't seem to see anyone else, Gong Bing wiped his mouth with a tissue after finishing the incident, and then turned around and went back to the second floor.

Seeing Gong Bing's appearance of a soul flying out of the sky, Sean and Rose looked at each other, and they were speechless for a while.

"Looking at him like that, he can't really go crazy, right?" In the end, it was her mother, Rees, who opened her mouth first, looking uncertain.

"Why are you like Rita?" Sean glanced at her, shook his head in confusion, and continued.

"I've never heard of this kind of exercise that can make people crazy, and besides, this kind of exercise is like an old book on a roadside bookstall, it's hard to distinguish between true and fake, and there's nothing to worry about."

Sean seemed much calmer and replied after taking a sip of coffee.

As a family member under the same roof, Sean naturally knows why Gong Bing has been hiding in the room for the past two days.

After all, Lola had already told Sean about the contents of that ancient book, but because he knew what was going on, he didn't care even more.

"But look at him like that, like a man who is fine?" Although Rose was relieved in front of her daughter, she was actually a little worried.

"What can it be? That look is just the sequelae of an all-nighter, a young man, as long as he rests for a few more days, he will be fine. Sean folded the newspaper and put it aside: "That's fine, it's better than him going out and causing trouble for me." ”

With that, Sean stood up and picked up the suit jacket hanging from the back of the chair next to him.

"At the end of the year, there are a lot of things going on at the factory, and I have to go over and deal with them now. Also, don't overthink it, okay? ”

Mother nodded.

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The reason why Gong Bing looked sluggish in the past two days was actually due to the Gathering Method, but it was not because of failure, and his cultivation was successful in the end, but the process was not as easy as he thought.

That night, after Gong Bing had prepared all the medicines, lit them, smeared them, and taken them, he sat down on the floor of his bedroom and assumed a cross-legged posture, and then immediately began his first attempt according to the method of exercising gong in ancient books.

For Gong Bing, who is familiar with the cultivation method, he originally thought that with his current strength, coupled with nearly twice the spiritual power of ordinary people, wouldn't it be easy to recite the cultivation of the Gathering Method?

It's easier said than done, and after trying it, Gong Bing found that he thought too simply.

The cultivation method of the Nian Ju Method is actually to control the qi and blood in the body, and follow a specific trajectory in the body, so as to stimulate the potential of the human body to achieve the purpose of improving spiritual power.

Among them, there are two main points that need to be noted, one is the route of qi and blood walking and the amount of qi and blood that changes according to local conditions.

Any deviation and subtle difference would end in a failed cultivation, and this required Gong Bing to explore it little by little.

But the most important and dangerous thing is that the end of this walking route is in the brain.

If you are not careful, you will not only suffer a heavy blow to your body, but also become an idiot and even die due to brain damage.

Gong Bing didn't want to be the first time-traveler in history to become a fool, how embarrassing it was.

So after two whole days of trying, Gong Bing succeeded in that one on the morning of the third day.

Qi and blood walked through dense lines, breaking through layers of obstacles, and finally breaking through the threshold located in the brain.

At that moment, Gong Bing trembled, and points of light like a starry sky lit up everywhere in his body, and they spontaneously converged into a stream, following the trajectory that Qi and blood had traveled to his brain.

Then Gong Bing felt a coolness in his brain, and something in his body rose faintly, and even his five senses and six senses seemed to become more sensitive.

But this feeling is fleeting, and with it comes a tidal wave of exhaustion, which is mental rather than physical.

Gong Bing had also thought about it before, whether this recitation of the gathering method would be the same as the entrance or Xianxia novels, after every practice, he could be refreshed and eliminate fatigue, and he could directly replace sleep, so that he could save a lot of time.

But it backfired, the hope is beautiful, and the reality is skinny.

When Gong Bing was still immersed in the joy of his first success, a rush pulled him back, so he hurriedly pushed the door and went downstairs to the toilet.

Two days of sleepless sleep made him not even care about eating, drinking, and Lazar, and even those who were beaten with iron would feel tired, so he seemed to be sluggish.

When Gong Bing returned to the bedroom and just got into the bed to make up for sleep, the doorbell rang downstairs, and it seemed that a guest had come to the door.

"Who's ...... early in the morning"

Gong Bing muttered in a daze, turned over on the bed, and pressed the quilt on his head by the way.

Soon, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and then there was a knock on the door, and Gong Bing was also called.