"Why should I tell you what my natal thing is?" Chen Pipi glared at him. "The more capable you are, the more complex your items become. The more you can recognize the nuances of the qi of heaven and earth, the more natal items you can have. In perspective, once you can recognize the aura of trees and lakes, you can control them. But an ordinary cultivator would only choose one to make sure everything was in order.

"If I choose to sleep with my sword in my arms every night, will I be able to distract myself and control the dice?"

"As long as you have the energy to study it, you can play with little things like this. Hey, why are you still thinking about this? You don't seem to be taking it as an example.

"This is just one example. Here's an example. Don't overthink it.

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In this way, the chubby lad of sixteen years old taught the beginning of sixteen years old until dawn. He had completely forgotten the rules of the academy and the promises he had made to himself. He spoke attentively, while the audience listened attentively. The various logics behind the cultivation world are explained in simple terms.

He used to live in a hidden place in the Almighty West Mountain Divine Kingdom. For sixteen years, he had been focusing on cultivation, and after leaving home to go to the academy, his life was unaffected by what was happening in the secular world. He doesn't have a pesky bone in his body. Except for a little pride, the heart in that chubby body is clearer than the shiniest crystal outside, touching the hearts of others.

Ning Que lived in the grasslands of the Minshan Mountains, experienced hardship, killed many people since he was four years old, and experienced many deaths in his sixteen years of life. Beneath his jubilant exterior, he hides a cautious and cold consciousness. During the few hours he spent with Chen Pipi, he didn't feel anything unusual. It wasn't until years later, when he recalled the moment, that he realized how lucky he was.

Ning Que came home at dusk the next day, instructed Sangsang Guandian to prepare dinner, and then sat on the chair by the window in the room. He looked at the small yard and the big trees, and fell into a daze.

Being in a daze is equivalent to meditating. He is spreading his spiritual power through the snow-capped mountains and the sea of qi towards various objects in the house and yard. According to the method taught to him by Chen Pipi, the best way to connect an object that coincides with him is to keep a joyful heart and follow the guidance of his spiritual power.

A faint but pure fluctuation of spiritual power emanated from his body, feeling every breath of heaven and earth before leaving. He could feel the freshly embroidered soles of his shoes under the window, the ants crawling under the trees, and the clumps of notes and spindles under the bed. He could perceive many things, but received no answer.

The qi of heaven and earth exists in all things in the world. According to Chen Pipi's instructions, every item will have a natural repulsion towards the cultivator's spiritual power. If these objects can feel the kindness and joy within the cultivator's spiritual power, and the energy of the two people can get along well, there will be a recovery.

"Kindness and joy... Should I try this on brushes, ink, and paper in the store?

Just as he was pursuing this idea, Sang Sang's sudden exclamation came from outside the window. This was followed by a burst of laughter reminiscent of the jingling of bells.

Curious, he opened the window and saw Sang-sang's back to him while trying to get water from the well. Her little hands slapped behind her back, and at the same time she said, "Young Master, don't tease me." It's so itchy... Itchy.

Inside the house, Ning Que looked at the writhing Sangsang in shock. He can understand whether Sangsang, who grew up with him, is the person who is most compatible with him. But is he going to use her as his natal sword?

Absolutely not! When he thought of the possibilities that were unfolding in front of him, he took a deep breath and shook his head vigorously in disapproval.

If he did so, when he faced General Xiahou and defeated him in the future, wouldn't that mean that he had to chant the sword technique and say, "You thief, you don't dare to be arrogant...... My natal thing is here, Sangsang!

At the critical moment of life and death, he can rely on what Sangsang has, but he can't rely on Sangsang himself.

Ning Que pinched his chin and sat by the window, glaring at the little girl, thinking about whether to try on calligraphy and stationery, so that he could finalize his own items. However, the pen he usually used was a brush rather than a magistrate's pen; The ink is pine ink rather than graphite; Ink stone is made of clay; This paper is the budding paper. How can they be used as weapons? Moreover, they are all things used by academics. It always seems inappropriate to let calligraphy stationery fly in the air and get involved in a war with cultivators.

He fiddled with the things in his hand as he pondered these problems—there were now many silver sons in the old brush shop, and Sangsang had even done things like covering the whole bed with silver ones. At present, the silver tael has become a banknote that does not feel as good as the silver tael. He kept a new snowflake silver and played with it every day - snowflake silver was cool, smooth and had a very good grip. For a poor lad who has made a fortune, this is much more comfortable than things like walnuts and stone balls.

For the rest of the time, Ning Que had always maintained a clear, bright, and kind heart, constantly trying to keep his breath in harmony with his spiritual power and aura. At the same time, he managed to shake the candle and extinguish it, and made a corner of the piece of paper attached to the wardrobe fly, but he still did not find a suitable object. This continued until late at night.

The sound of cicadas and the heat of summer are still there. The dim bean-shaped candlelight on the table continued to emit endless heat, and the master and servant in unlined robes sat at the table, staring in silence for a long time.

Sangsang crouched on the edge of the table and rested his head on his arm. She opened her willowy eyes and watched the restless silver ingots move slowly, reflecting the candlelight on the table. She said in an undeniable tone, "Young Master, although this piece of silver does have a violent reaction to your psychic power, I still strongly oppose it. What are we going to do if you throw it all away in a fight? One ingot of silver is worth twenty-two taels. All our possessions will be lost in a few years of fighting.

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The next day, Ning Que went to the academy and stayed in the used bookstore until midnight before leaving. Chen Pipi twisted his body, the bookshelf moved slightly, Ning Que jumped up and told him about his experience on Lin 47th Street, and then asked a question that seemed important to him, "Why can't I remember the content of these books?"

"Didn't Sister Yu tell you? In the old library, all the books and texts on cultivation were written by great cultivators in the past. Every stroke of ink in the book is the spiritual power accumulated by those rune masters. Only by entering the state of perspective can you see through its hidden meaning, and you are still far from that state.

Ning Que remembered the female professor's warning to himself and Xie Chengyun. He scratched his head and sighed. Suddenly, he thought of something, looked at Chen Pipi and said, "Does this mean...... Are you in the upper state of perspective?

"No," Chen Pipi replied indifferently, without a hint of shame on his face.

Ning Que understands this guy's character very well now. It was the calm expression that helped him guess his true state, probably higher than the perspective of his superiors. Considering that Lu Qingchen did not step into the state of perspective until he was old and frail, he was shocked. The fat young man in front of him has gone beyond the perspective state and entered the state of knowing the destiny of heaven!

"You're too young... You... is a unique genius. He looked at Chen Pipi's big round face and said with admiration. "You don't look like a genius, you don't look like a genius, you don't look like a genius, but you are."

Chen Pipi was speechless, not knowing how to respond, and thought, "Are you worshipping me, or are you laughing at me?"

Ning Que was in awe of him after knowing that this guy was actually overhauled. He felt like he was talking to an old man with a white beard who was exhibiting celestial behavior, and he said respectfully, "I mean...... Genius, you can definitely solve my dyslexia because you are so talented. Please give me some pointers.

It seems that Chen Pipi really likes the gentle and sweet voice and blatant flattery. He smiled, then replied, "A word needs to be read as a whole, because a word is a world with a soul of its own." Using Yong's eight strokes of calligraphy to deconstruct the text can avoid being hurt by the calligraphy style, but you can only see some fragments of this world, which naturally cannot be registered in the spiritual world. An ordinary person who has not reached the upper realm of the perspective realm cannot read these books. In the eyes of a genius like me, I can probably find some tricks that rely on Yonghachi's calligraphy.