When it comes to spiritual practice, I don't seem to be particularly urgent.

After deeply experiencing the wonderful feeling that strength brings to the body, I became obsessed with the practice to the point of madness.

Back in the house, I adjusted my body, and when I felt that my fatigue had subsided, and the side effects of the release of the true spirit had completely disappeared, the stubbornness in my heart made me obsessed with trying to move things through the air again.

After the room was settled, I quickly condensed the surging True Spirit Cyclone in my abdomen.

When the cyclone swirled to a critical point, I endured the pain and urged the true spirit aura with a not-so-strong mind.

The aura slowly wriggled like a barbed loach crawling in my veins, and a burst of heart-rending pain hit me, making my forehead wrinkle.

The true spirit wandered through my body, causing tingling pain to my muscles and skin, and the pulling force of the power that was about to come out of my heart was a mixture of itching and pain, which made me really miserable.

My body shivered uncontrollably, and the frequency of my exhalation suddenly increased, and the face that was already almost distorted, beads of sweat rolled down the contours of my cheeks, and slid down like flowing water.

"Tick!"

Sweat fell to the ground, accompanied by a subtle "z-la" sound, and the beads of sweat that fell on the ground were steaming hotly and quickly evaporated.

At this moment, the aura slowly came out, like a continuous slender white snake, running towards the wooden table in front of me with a straight streamline.

In order to make the true spirit cyclone run regularly and thus achieve a balance of strength, I did not deliberately suppress the inner abdomen, but followed the original law and changed the strength of the true spirit in a timely manner between breathing and breathing.

The released aura touched the teacup on the table, and I urged the right hand of the true spirit to grasp it in a relaxed manner, not daring to be distracted in the slightest.

Looking at the spiritual flow drilled out of my palm, I continued to control the stability of this force, knowing that the size of the spiritual flow was completely controllable, so I dared to try to move the teacup in front of me slowly, and then hold it up out of thin air.

Under the entanglement of the pulling power of the spiritual flow, the teacup was tightly wrapped in a true spirit like a cloud of smoke.

Then, through the remote control of the palm power, the spiritual flow is like an invisible lever, slowly holding the teacup in the air.

Looking at the results in front of me, I was already sweating like rain, and I had a trace of satisfaction and joy.

"Finally it worked!"

Not daring to be overly complacent, I licked my chapped lips and gritted my teeth again to hold the teapot on the table into the air.

As the weight of the objects I was carrying through the air increased, so did the force of the Spiritual Flow, which was quite a challenge for me, and it took me a few adjustments before I moved the teapot to an empty area of the room.

In order for my mind to loosen, I began to control the true spirit in my palm after a little concentration, and when I sensed that my physical condition was enough to withstand the side effects of the release of spiritual power, I adjusted my state to force my endurance to the limit, and only in this way could I adapt to this feeling as soon as possible.

In the same way, I held up a stool in the air and moved it until I tried to use the true spirit to carry the table, and I chose to give up when the true spirit in my body was completely exhausted.

When my body finally reached the limit of what it could bear, I collapsed on the cold ground, stretched out my tongue and gasped.

Because the release of the true spirit was too fast, the moment I lay on the cold ground with my body as hot as fire, the sweat was evaporated by the hot body into a rolling heat wave, and the sweat was directly vaporized by the temperature of the skin.

At this time, if someone breaks in, the situation in my house is no different from that of a steamer, and the temperature in the whole house also rises sharply due to the influence of body temperature.

Bending my palms slightly, I felt the pain and itch intertwined, and the feeling of exhaustion made me feel that it was difficult to even blink, and I slowly closed my eyes, but in the moment of gasp, I lay down on the ground and fell asleep......

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Lu Yao is an idle person.

I know very well that such a person has a seed of restlessness hidden in his heart, otherwise he would never have tried his best to leave Jing on a whim, and at the risk of provoking disputes between Jing and Wei, he would come to Luoyang, the eastern capital, to find a way to solve the body of calamity.

As for whether the sealing of rhubarb as a pioneer is a whim, this may have to be another matter.

When I woke up from my tired and drowsy state, it was already sunny, and if it weren't for Lu Yao's lack of seeing me all morning, I was afraid that I would have slept until it was dark and might not wake up.

I know very well that I don't have to sleep for a long time before I die, and when Lu Yao knocked on my door, I directly hit a carp and got up from the ground.

I don't know what happened when Lu Yao knocked on the door, first of all, I can rule out that he definitely didn't call me to get up and see if I was burping.

Pushing open the door and seeing that my complexion was not unusual, Lu Yao was a little surprised at first, and then the color slightly faded the expression on his face, drowning in a harmless smile of humans and animals.

I saw that Lu Yao was sneaky, as if he had some ulterior motives, and immediately asked vigilantly: "Is there something to do with me?" ”

The smile on Lu Yao's face suddenly dissipated, and his bright and shining eyes gently picked at me playfully: "Taoliu Lane West Street, next door to the courtyard of the second girl, do you know that storyteller?" ”

I nodded and said casually, "You want to hear about the book?" ”

"The self-proclaimed storyteller in our alley, when have you seen him come out of the stall and talk about books?" Lu Yao couldn't help but snort coldly, with an indifferent sneer on his face: "I guess he may also be a master who is inconspicuous and hidden in the city." ”

I was not surprised, and pouted: "Although Luoyang is a new capital, it is an imperial city after all, and it is not surprising that the strong and masters gather here. ”

Personally, I think it's strange if you can't see the strong masters in the huge Luoyang City!

"But don't you think it's strange that this person obviously has some kind of relationship with Fuji Girl, but he lives in another courtyard and deliberately keeps a distance?"

When Lu Yao asked me like this, I was curious: "Mo Fei, what secret have you discovered?" ”

Lu Yao shook his head lightly, and he couldn't solve this confusion for a while: "I accidentally saw the mandrill raised by Mr. Storyteller, after breaking into the courtyard of the Fuji girl, I saw the mandrill in the crack of the door actually kneeling on the ground and taking the initiative to kowtow to the Fuji girl...... It's incredible! ”

"Mandrills?" I was slightly stunned, this kind of spirit beast that I had only heard of in "The Atlas of Mountains and Seas" had never seen it with my own eyes in the real world.

Legend has it that the mandrill head is large and long, with a bony protrusion on each side of the nasal bone, on which there are longitudinally arranged ridge-like protrusions, between which are grooves, covered with green skin, and bright red between the ridges.

Males have about six main grooves on each side, and their red parts extend around the nasal bone and snout, and this brightly colored special pattern resembles a ghost, hence the name mandrill.

Mandrills are greedy and aggressive, adult male beasts are lustful and killing, and when they evolve into sixth-order spirit beasts, they can transform into human appearances, occupy mountains as kings, often violate human territory, and even rob people's daughters.

However, once this kind of spirit beast becomes crazy, it is extremely difficult to tame it to fight with jackals, tigers and leopards, and it rarely surrenders to humans, so Lu Yao's words shocked me very much.

"It can be seen that this storyteller is not simple......" Lu Yao said and joked with the dog master again: "There is also the Han widow that the dog master misses, her wine shop is also open on Taoliu Lane West Street, you say such a pretty mother-in-law, that mandrill spirit animal, how can you hold the beast nature...... Even our dog can't control the things in his crotch, but the lustful animals have low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, don't you think it's suspicious? ”

As soon as Lu Yao said this, I remembered the consistent style of this storyteller, and then thought that he had indeed never been out of the stall to tell stories, and he sniffed the wine all day long next to the wine shop but did not drink.

I followed Lu Yao's suspicion and said lightly: "You mean, Mr. Storyteller and Widow Han, who sells wine for a living, are in the same group as Miss Fuji!" ”

"If you are a group, but you pretend that you don't know each other, then there is only one possibility......" Lu Yao thought thoughtfully, as if he had thought of something, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a sly smile.

"Master Dog will go to the study building to challenge Zheng Taibai the day after tomorrow, I guess the storyteller who raises mandrills will take the opportunity to take some things from Qingfeng Mingyue Building......" Lu Yao thought of this possibility, and clapped his hands excitedly: "I'm really a fucking genius, this kind of conspiracy may have been guessed by me!" ”

took the opportunity to get something from Qingfeng Mingyue Building, and all I could think of was the volume of "The Beauty of the Rivers and Mountains".

Because of this volume of "The Beauty of the Rivers and Mountains", King Zhou Ai almost buried the foundation of the Great Wednesday 100 years, and the barbarian invasion of the east and the cholera subsided, this scroll brought ruin to the dynasty, and was forcibly sealed by the ministers and princes, and was personally guarded by Zheng Taibai, the Confucian and Taoist saint who sat in the library.

What really makes Zheng Taibai dare not relax is that this volume of "The Beauty of the Rivers and Mountains", which has brought trouble to the people of the world, is hidden on the sixth floor of the Qingfeng Mingyue Building!

What makes Zheng Taibai feel like he is on the edge of the abyss and walking on thin ice is this painting, not some bullshit realm!

The mermaid depicted in this scroll is the mother of Fuji Girl, and the daughter is in love with her mother, so it is reasonable to covet this scroll.

In this way, everything seems to make sense again, even though the second girl is not welcomed in the palace, she is not lacking in a piece of fine clothes and food, she is committed to living in the poor streets, which is indeed a bit greasy to think about.

But I really don't understand, what is the purpose of Lu Yao mentioning this major discovery to me at this time?

Before I could ask him curiously, Lu Yao took the lead in opening his mouth and said: "The Eastern Capital has a huge number of forces, and if you have a secret, you will have a little more bargaining chips for future traffic, so on the day that the dog master challenged Zheng Taibai, you should focus on helping me pay attention to the movements of Mr. Storyteller!" ”

I nodded and asked, "If Mr. Storyteller takes advantage of the chaos to steal the scroll of the book, do you want to expose it?" ”

Lu Yao waved his hand and smiled indifferently: "You just pretend not to see it...... Master, I decided to give him this favor! ”

I don't understand what he means, but I know that Lu Yao actually knows all kinds of characters in Luoyang, but I haven't really entered his heart yet, and I don't understand what medicine he sells in his gourd?

But I know that such a teenager will never be willing to wait for death, let alone be willing to carry the identity of a proton for the rest of his life and do nothing.

What was the purpose of him telling me about this major discovery and asking me to help keep an eye on it?