Lin An never thought that the cultivation of the Breathing Furnace would be the first to improve his own perception of spirituality.

When he walked home with a long day's tiredness, his ugly head was the first to notice this change - "Lin An, Lin An, you are so hateful!" ”

Lin An was stunned for a moment and looked at it suspiciously.

"You're actually digesting my eyes!" The head looked sad.

This......

Lin An pursed his lips and was silent for a while, then he apologized softly to his head, "I'm sorry, but I can't help it." ”

"I know, I know." The head sighed, "The transcendent world is full of despair, everyone is struggling, and you have grasped the only straw that saves your life, and that is spirituality, as you told me." ”（63）

"You've already compensated me, haven't you? I have eyes again now. ”

Lin An sat on the ground lazily with some tiredness leaning on the edge of the bed, patting his head lightly, and some words were not spoken.

He wanted to help Chen Xin's black cat, and he also wanted to help this head, hoping that these spiritual abilities would have a better result.

But he didn't know how.

I don't have a clue at all.

All he knew was that he was moving on the spiritual path, and that he had not stopped, and that perhaps one day he would find a way to help them.

Maomao told him that it was the embodiment of all the traces of Chen Xin's past in the world, but Lin An didn't see it that way. But now let him say one, two, three, but he also realizes that he still understands too little.

As people feel more and more ignorance, they sometimes have to rely on something that is difficult to grasp.

For example, spiritual intuition derived from the prophecy power of an ugly mind.

The path that this transcendent world can find after the auras of heaven and earth are cut off is the aura of the spiritual realm, and a new path for practitioners such as 'sorcerer' has emerged.

Later, some sorcerers began to ponder the knowledge left by their ancestors, such as tuna, and finally studied the breathing method.

The domestic school of breathing law (witchers) did not stop moving forward, finding a new direction from the magic of Shi Bao, and began to condense the furnace, and now, it has abandoned Shi Bao's own use of the furnace to condense the core of the furnace (antlers and rabbit eyes).

With the step-by-step research, the witchcraft paths of the witchers and wizards are becoming more and more divergent, and the biggest difference is that the members of the witcher's school have all been ordinary human beings of non-wizard blood.

The research doesn't stop, the road never stops, and three generations of Antlers have been looking for a way to reintegrate the wizarding community into the Witcher's school system, seeking a breakthrough to dispel the despair of the otherworld.

At present, no one has succeeded, all the antlers of the previous generation have been destroyed, and Lu Tingyu, the most promising leader of the previous generation of antlers, has also died.

The dead are dead, and the living have to move on, even if they think they are not as talented as these predecessors.

Professor Cao taught Lin An these methods......

Also only staying in the theoretical stage, Lin An is a real experimenter.

Perhaps it can't be described as 'being experimented', it's more like a relay race, where each generation of antlers is using their lives to find a way forward.

Lin An didn't have a choice, the theory that Professor Cao told him might be the best and most suitable cultivation method for him now.

The only thing he can rely on now is really an ethereal 'spiritual intuition'.

At least so far, the knowledge taught by Professor Cao has made him intuitively feel right.

That's enough.

Lin An has always been easy to satisfy.

……

The night is getting deeper.

Lin An yawned, took a shower, was tired and swirled, turned over on the bed, and fell asleep deeply with the sheets.

The head had gone through a whole day's sleep, and at this time it became more and more excited, bouncing and singing songs beside it.

When he was sleeping, there was such a gadget by his side noisy, and Lin An had gradually begun to get used to it.

Scratching his belly, Lin An turned over on the bed, and lay on his back on the bed in Taizi, the quilt was light and thin.

It was the end of summer, and he didn't realize that he didn't feel hot.

Falling asleep, his breathing began to turn into the rhythm of the furnace of breathing that he had practiced all day.

It was as if there was a lantern on his chest, emitting an orange-red glow.

Not~

It made him look a bit like the fish he had eaten before, a kind of stone treasure. （61）

The aura of the spirit world quietly and silently penetrated into his body through a certain dimension, reflecting the moonlight outside the window.

An aura like a breathing furnace, like a wizard performing sorcery, permeated the room.

Suddenly, countless mottled traces of blood appeared throughout the room.

It was the traces left by the blood in his hair that was thrown everywhere by his naughty head in the past, and it did not dissipate into the air as Lin An imagined.

Of these, this bed has the most.

These traces of blood also seemed to become active under the nourishment of the aura, and began to flow down the cracks in the walls, condensed into beads on the floor tiles, and meandered in the mirror of the toilet sink.

Suddenly, the whole room felt like a haunted house.

There was a strange aura in the air.

The mirror of the toilet sink became a little distorted with the mottled traces of blood, and a figure suddenly appeared in the mirror, and the figure approached faster and faster, slamming into the mirror, and the clown's face was squeezed and deformed on the mirror.

Boom~

There was a loud bang.

"Hahahaha......" The clown smiled as his strange face became more and more distorted, frantically trying to pull it out of the mirror, staring at the aisle outside the toilet door, and muttering loudly, "You robber!" Give me back my witchcraft! Give me back my witchcraft ~~~~, return my ~~ witchcraft ~~~~"

Boom~

Another bang, another face against the mirror, it was the Great Su Su Witch.

He looked at everything outside the mirror curiously, and shouted after looking at it, "Woo woo~~~ You liar, return my cat's eye gem~~, return my cat's eye gem~~~~"

Next to the two, there was a chubby middle-aged man, it was Lao Liu. He tugged at the two of them hard, "Where are you going, get out of the way." ”

But no matter how you break it, you just can't pull these two people.

So he sadly squeezed his head out of the gap between the two, stared out of the mirror, and wailed, "Pay back my money~~Return my house~~~My paintings~~My car~~My diary~~My secret medicine~~My witchcraft props~~My spiritual ears~~My lich head~~~"

"When you were leaving, you looked at my undressed wife, and I found traces of the quilt moving!"

"Don't think I don't know, you must have opened it while I was leaving!"

"She was tied up by me, and she definitely couldn't lift it herself, damn it, what the hell did you do at that time!"

It's a pity that Lin An is sleeping and can't give him this answer.

Otherwise, Lin An would definitely tell him - your wife asked me to kill you, and I even helped you persuade you, there is no better person than me! （116）

“！！！” Da Su Su looked back at Lao Liu in disbelief, and thought about it, this person was indeed too miserable, so he simply gave him some positions.

This is not too miserable, even the crazy clown face was moved to the side, allowing Lao Liu to occupy the C position of the mirror.

So, the sound echoed through the blood-dripping room.

Wails and laughter were mixed.

The sharp and high-pitched clown face, the deep and low of Da Susu, and the neutral greasy of Lao Liu, the voice comes and goes.

The head came to the toilet and glanced at them, opened its black mouth, showed its black teeth and tongue, and smiled hehehehehe.

"You bastards!"

"What can I do?"

"There's a kind of you crawling out~"

"Come on~"

It complained, making the three people in the mirror murmur even more.

They banged into the mirror frantically, shouting and screaming frantically.

Screaming and screaming, my head even felt - eh, it seems that such a wailing and noise is also very suitable for sleeping.

Perhaps for humans, white noises like rain are best for falling asleep. But for spirituality, there is nothing more beautiful and pleasant than this wail.

Quack Quack ~~~

The head somehow, yawned.

It hopped to the bed, found a comfortable position in the crook of Lin An's arm, and slowly closed its eyes.

The breeze outside the window blows, rippling the curtains and making a subtle rustling sound.

Lin An had a dream.

The picture of the dream was full of distortions, with black-gray smoke, dark golden mist, and strange traces of blood, making everything unreal.

He held his head and swayed as if he were sleepwalking, walking in this dream.

As he walked, he came to a glass wall and looked out of it curiously.

Oh~

It turned out to be a mirror, a round, pink plastic frame, and behind the mirror was a picture of a big wave girl in a swimsuit that was popular twenty or thirty years ago.

Looking out of the mirror, several young men holding books were talking around a tall, burly professor-looking man.

It's Lao Cao.

But it was extremely unfamiliar, Lin An had never seen such a gentle and jade-like old Cao, with a kind smile on his face, and he spoke in a dull tone that was not familiar to him.

More relaxed and warm and natural, "Oh, you young people always have to compare foreign armor with domestic armor, and you must win or lose." ”

"Depending on the environment, the needs of the armor style are also different."

"Our country, for thousands of years, has always been the best at martial arts, haha, I know, you always feel that we are cowardly under the influence of Chinese culture, no, no, you go to see those scholars who lead troops to fight, and you have to really feel our history."

"Has there really been a stop of war in this land for thousands of years?"

"No, right, the intensity is so strong, the time span is so long, and the total population of ten rooms and nine empty spaces is less than half, in the words of your young people, it is called - my country, the most powerful."

Suddenly, the students laughed.

Laughing and laughing, many people had a look of pride on their faces.

"Then how is it possible that you can't make that kind of canned all-round armor abroad?"

"First of all, we can't make it in large quantities to cover the entire legion. There are too many of us, and it is completely different from the fighting mode of the small states abroad. Even if there are some rudiments of this expensive armor, there is no possibility of popularization. ”

"Secondly, do generals really need canned armor? Even the emperor who drove the expedition in person, needed this kind of canned armor? ”

"What exactly do they need to wear armor?"

"Xiao Chen, tell me, our ancient generals ......"

In the mirror, Lin An looked at this scene curiously, not knowing why he had this dream.

As the conversation between Professor Cao and the students continued, a student suddenly raised a topic, and Professor Cao laughed and praised, "This is a good topic of divergence, and we must deconstruct ...... from multiple dimensions."

His words stopped abruptly.

Stopped for a long time.

In the puzzled expressions of the students, he smiled again and asked the students to continue to discuss this topic after they went back, as an extracurricular assignment for this interest group.

After the students left, Professor Cao stood up suddenly, his face became panicked, and he walked around the room in a trance.

He looked a little distracted, and slammed into the table, quickly reaching out to catch the mirror that had fallen from the table.

The moment he caught it, he stared blankly at the few gray hairs that sprang out of his sideburns in the mirror.

"I ......"

"Why can't you think?"

His face was filled with indescribable fear and panic, but these emotions also looked so floating on his face, like a poor performance made by an unqualified actor.

"No!"

He screamed in horror, and the mirror in his hand fell, hitting the plastic frame on the ground, cracking a gap.

In the mirror, Lin An and his head looked at all this curiously, this is Lao Cao who has never seen it before.

"Bell bell bell ~~~"

The phone rings in the room.

Lao Cao ignored it, his face became more and more distorted, and after a long time, he rubbed his face with his rough hands, trying his best to show a very fake smile.

Walked over and answered the phone.

"Lao Cao, I'm going to die, you can go back to Shen Monkey City."

When Professor Cao heard the other party's voice, he quickly took out his mobile phone and looked at the screen, a little afraid to confirm that he had connected to this person's phone at this time.

His face reflected on the mobile phone screen was full of distortions, jealousy, inferiority, adoration, and too many emotions.

"Ha, it's you, Brother Lu!"

"It's me, Lao Cao, I'm going to die, come back."

Lao Cao snorted, "What you said makes it seem that I was afraid of you and hid in other cities." I ......"

The man on the other end of the line interrupted him, his voice with an unmistakable tone, "My son needs your protection, and I am afraid that he will be killed by the other brothers." ”

"My research needs someone to keep going, no one else can't, I can only count on you."

"Antlers need you ...... too"

Lao Cao was silent and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

There was only a slight sound left in his throat, "I ......"

(End of chapter)