Sima Zhe followed Master Muzi and the others out of the restaurant, and Master Muzi said, your dormitories are all arranged, Bai Lu, you take them back to the freshman dormitory, there is something important for the teacher.

Sima Zhe and the others watched Master Muzi swish and disappeared.

Sima Zhe said, when, I can come and go without a trace like a master!

Bai Lu said, early, you haven't even reached the spiritual realm yet.

Sima Zhe lowered his head.

Bai Mei said, it's okay, Master Muzi used spiritual power to increase the speed of his movement, and when you can also use spiritual power to change the mobility of your own body, you can also swoop out like Master Muzi.

Bai Lu said, it's easy to say, I've been practicing this for so many years, and I haven't been able to use my spiritual power to such an extent, Bai Mei, don't comfort him.

The three of them chatted together and went back.

On such a breezy day, dozens of new students gathered in class.

The class is a bit noisy, a bit of a seat or even an empty seat.

A young man came to the door, walked up to the podium, and said Hello everyone, I am Du Yu, the teacher of everyone's spiritual theory class. Without further ado, please open the first chapter of the book, the spiritual realm.

The freshmen fell silent, and then there was a sound of flipping books.

Du Yu said, presumably the people who can sit here, the spiritual power talent must have been selected by the academy, so let me tell you, why you can sit here! In fact, each of us has spiritual power, it's just a matter of more and less, some people are born with purple level spiritual power, what does this mean?

Bai Mei said quickly, his spiritual power was powerful.

Du Yu said, that's right. What does it mean to be spiritually powerful?

Bai Mei said again, the spirit is powerful.

Du Yu said, it can be understood in this way. But from spiritual power to spiritual magic, what is it?

The freshmen in the audience said, by knotting the mudra!

Du Yu said yes, but what is the other way?

At this time, Bai Mei preemptively said the rune array!

Du Yu said, "Smart!" So what is their role? Let me tell you about it, through them, the spiritual power condensed in the body is drawn out of the body.

The little ones in the audience said, it turns out that it's so simple, is this teacher all the same!

Du Yu said, then you go to the eighth chapter, take a look at this fire system spirit technique ignition technique, just light a fire, it's very simple, don't ask me.

The small people in the audience had handprints displayed according to the books, and after waiting for a long time, no one made a spark.

The little ones are starting to get confused, why didn't they succeed!

At this time, Du Yu said, it seems that this year's geniuses disdain to take my class, and there are always one or two guys who can make trouble in the classroom in the past.

At this time, Bai Mei noticed that none of the talented people in the sorting ceremony had arrived. Because they have already reached the strength to use spirit magic at will, there is no need to waste time here.

Bai Mei usually learned puppetry, with his father White Glove, and has no problem manipulating small objects, but lacks interest in other types of spiritual magic and neglects to practice. Nor has it been able to achieve this kind of casual use of other types of spiritual arts, such as fire-based spiritual arts.

At this time, Du Yu said, is it the same with me?

The little ones said in unison, it's different!

Du Yu said, then let me explain, to transform spiritual power into spiritual art, you must first condense spiritual power!

Sima Zhe repeated, condensing spiritual power? No wonder I couldn't learn to be cold on the train. It turns out that I don't know how to condense spiritual power yet.

Du Yu also said, to condense spiritual power, you must first concentrate your mind, gather the power of your whole body into your body, and then transform them into the type of spiritual power you use to perform spiritual magic.

The little ones were confused when they heard it, and complained, "Teacher, you said it, just like you didn't say it, it's the same with you or not."

Du Yu said, if you don't understand, it's right, if you understand, you don't need to listen to me.

The little ones continued to complain, and at this time, Du Yu saw that Sima Zhe had just been listening carefully. I secretly said in my heart, this young man is good, and he can take my boring class seriously.

Du Yu said that not every spirit person is born with direct use of spirit arts. Unless you have the power of the bloodline, you don't have the spiritual power because you are not concentrated enough to feel the spiritual power hidden in your body.

The little ones said, and we were all very focused.

Du Yu said, No! You didn't concentrate. Those who really concentrate their minds have already reached the spiritual realm, that is, the state of condensing spiritual power.

The little ones said, how can you really concentrate?

Du Yu said at this time, you should meditate and meditate before going to bed every night. That's it for today's lesson. Bye.

The little ones were still depressed that they couldn't reach the spiritual realm, so Du Yu walked out without looking back.

At night, the starry sky was full of moon, and Sima Zhe recalled Mr. Du Yu's words in his dormitory. Gradually, he meditated and meditated, and at night the dormitory was a bit noisy, some were playing in the corridors, some were reciting mantras, some were practicing, and some were making mudras. Sima Zhe couldn't calm down.

So he walked alone to the back mountain of the Spirit Academy, and there were people cultivating in the back mountain along the way, but the people who came here were all unusually quiet, and they seemed to have the same purpose, which was to improve their strength.

But for Sima Zhe, it was a bit early to improve his strength, and it should be that he hadn't even reached the spiritual realm. Sima Zhe avoided the flow of people and gathered in the lot, and took the edge of a small stream, where fireflies were flying among the grass, and the sound of flowing water was trickling. Sima Zhe found a clean stone and meditated.

The night was quiet, except for the sounds of nature, the loudest sound was the sound of Sima Zhe's heart beating. Jumping and jumping, Sima Zhe let go of his distracting thoughts, meditated on nature, and suddenly a flashing feeling was that there was something in his body that kept moving, and he wanted to grab it, but it kept moving, one on the left hand, one on the bottom of the foot, and one on the tip of the hair.

Sima Zhe, who had been closing his eyes, grabbed a vacancy, but it did not hinder Sima Zhe's obsession with him. He meditated on a space, a pitch-black space, and he no longer felt that he was by a mountain stream, but in a black hole.

Maybe he didn't get anything tonight, maybe maybe he's really been chasing a power. However, just when Sima Zhe chose to give up this power, this power stopped. Sima Zhe took a deep breath in the dark space, he kept inhaling, and he found that this power did not go away, but got closer and closer. So Sima Zhe kept inhaling, inhaling, he swelled, and in this space, he became incomparably large, bigger than that flowing thing. Sima Zhe grabbed it with one hand, and it turned out that it was himself.