The road to study is long and long, and cultivation is even more difficult.

From the Chen family to Yong'an, Bai Jiu has traveled a long way. Along the way, he has seen a lot of people and heard a lot of things, and these things are more just cultivation. Now in Yong'an City, whether it is the entrance test or the conversation with Ouyang Luo, it is all showing that cultivation is very important.

The autumn breeze is cool, especially at night.

The pale white reeds become fluorescent and clean under the action of the moonlight, as if there are water streaks circulating. The swamp that comes out of the water is faintly moist.

This place will make people feel very comfortable, not to mention the white time that lives here. However, Bai Jiu felt very hot at this time, perhaps because he was very excited and nervous.

He decided he wanted to practice. Something that has never been experienced before, it is natural to be nervous and excited.

The first step in the practice is to read a book and memorize the contents of the First Gate, a book that has been circulating in the world hundreds of years ago, and the content remains the same. The change of dynasty did not hide the light of this book, it is the most ordinary book in the world, but it is also the most important one.

Ten thousand books have long been in the belly, and the content is all in the heart. For cultivation, this may be an innate advantage, he has set off a long time ahead of ordinary people, he simulates his own practice in the form of reading, he has walked thousands of miles, so it is natural that he will reach the other side before others.

Bai Jiu has always been very confident, especially when it comes to reading, but now that he has determined some things, he is even more confident. The night was very thick, and the moon was bright. As open as his open mind, so bright, where would he fear the darkness of the road ahead?

The words in the book, rising from the deepest part of his mind, coming back from the memory of his ten years old, became extremely real, and then gradually released a certain breath, similar to the description in the book, and the words were constantly blended in his world of thought.

Everything was finished, and he gradually thought, more and more realistically, so that finally, he arrived at a place.

The so-called open-mindedness, the so-called integration, Bai Jiu thought about it so kindly.

The lights in the room were dim, but the moon was unusually bright. The Qingfeng Temple on the banks of the Qishui River is still so quiet.

Suddenly, a soft whistle rang out in the room.

This voice came from between heaven and earth, very small and grand.

A moist wind blew on the shore of Linze Lake, lingering outside the house.

Bai Jiu felt that this wind was coming very really, very similar to his mood at this time.

A warm current has converged in my chest.

The condensation of consciousness is so simple.

There is a mysterious text in "The First Gate": connect heaven and earth, take care of oneself, gather one's consciousness, and contemplate oneself. Look at yourself and see a piece of heaven and earth. Bai Jiu's state at this time is to connect the heavens and the earth, and he is more aware of himself in thinking, and that moist wind is the result of the condensation of divine consciousness, and now there is only self-contemplation.

But how to look at yourself? The divine consciousness of the first condensation is very weak, and it is even thinner, it cannot be dispersed a distance of several meters outside the body, and it cannot see the world from a distance. All it can do is look at itself. Contemplating the body with divine consciousness, easily penetrating through the clothes and skin, entering the deepest part of the body, and then returning everything that comes across, is the so-called self-contemplation.

It was a very strange world, a world of its own, a structure of its own.

The last step of condensing qi is to contemplate the body, enter your own small world, understand the rules, condense the true qi, and converge in the sea of dantian qi.

The small world is still heaven and earth, and when Bai Jiu uses the ideas mentioned in the book, his weak divine sense becomes a breath of fresh air between heaven and earth. He was seeking, or rather preparing, a place where he could condense his true qi.

The blurred vision, the ever-changing light, all of them constitute countless fantastical pictures, faint, simple, as if old friends are so acquainted, and like new friends, so strange and novel.

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It was a magnificent plain, completely different from what Bai Jiu had seen, flat and perfect, lying thousands of miles away. Behind the plain, there is a continuous mountain range, majestic and magnificent, more prosperous than the Qinling Mountains. In reality, Bai Jiu has never seen such a perfect landscape, there are no valleys, no ravines, only one thing is dryness, maybe what is missing here is just a rain.

An early rain moistens the earth.

In the midst of Bai Jiu's thoughts, the heavens and the earth responded, like a huge wind blowing through the mountains and drifting between the plains. A roar began to reverberate, a response from the world, or a breath of the arrival of a new world. How loud and majestic this voice is.

Then the next step is condensation.

In the sky outside the house, the air seemed to have condensed, and the fluctuations were so weak that ordinary people could not detect them, but they were real. On the shore of Lin Ze Lake, there was a response to it, the breeze rose in the bamboo forest, the white reeds bent down in unison, and the water surface hidden in the depths of the forest also rippled, all of which were the surging of the breath of heaven and earth.

Above the small world in Bai Jiu's body, a layer of mist suddenly rose. It was only a blink of an eye for the outside world, but in the small world it slowed down countless times, and the mist grew bigger and bigger, and gradually it was about to fill the entire sky.

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In the depths of Qingfeng Temple, just opposite Bai Jiu's residence, there is a nine-turn high-rise building, on which a plaque is erected with three big characters - Library Building.

When the mist of the small world in Bai Jiu's body condensed, at the highest level of the library building, a sword roar suddenly rose.

In a house in Qingfeng Courtyard, Vice Dean Mo, who was closing his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes, and the indifference in his eyes was replaced by a kind of surprise.

Immediately afterward, his eyes became solemn.

"The sword of the fairy sword?"

In just an instant, he had disappeared into the house, and at the same time, several invisible afterimages flashed in the courtyard, and when he reappeared, he was already on the top floor of the library.

There are mysterious tests at every level of the library building, but Vice Dean Mo can directly ignore all of them, so you can imagine how profound his cultivation is.

The fairy sword was in a sheath, which was the scabbard forged by the joint efforts of the deans of the Tianqi Four Courtyards and the fusion of the supreme method. The purpose is not to hide the sword, but to suppress the sword intent of the fairy sword and the rich immortal qi that continues to gush out of it.

It was a purer true qi, pure and almost free of any impurities, it came from the Nine Heavens, it was not a human thing. Perhaps for the immortals, this is the root of cultivation. However, for human beings, it is too pure. This also makes it no longer useful, but rather a poison.

Dean Mo's gaze was solemn, he stretched out his right hand and lightly touched the scabbard, but in just an instant, he was forced back by several fierce sword intents pouring out of the scabbard. However, he didn't stop there, but raised his palm slightly, and the golden light on it flowed, and then pressed directly against the constantly flickering scabbard.