If Chen Changsheng directly started the steps of introducing starlight into his body to wash the marrow after lighting up the star star that night, the girl in the Baicao Garden across the wall from the National Education Academy might be able to rely on her talent to discover his existence by following the unbroken feelings. If the sweat that was dripping on the floor hadn't strangely melted into the floor and could no longer be seen, she might have spotted him.

The problem is that Chen Changsheng once again showed a temperament or ideas that were very different from ordinary people at this time. He did not hesitate to resist the **** of washing the marrow, and went directly back to the small building to take a bath and sleep, and there was no sweat stain on the floor for a long time.

The next day, Chen Changsheng read "The Theory of Washing the Marrow" again, especially the part that led to the starlight and washed the marrow, and made a lot of notes. After confirming that he had fully mastered the contents, he went to the grass by the lake to squint and rest, until the sun set under the city wall, and when night came, he confirmed that his physical and mental state were in a very good state, and then he pushed open the door of the library and officially began to wash the marrow.

His divine consciousness emanated into the air, and instead of crossing the roof of the library to the night dome, he knew that he had established a secret connection with the distant little red star, which was not real, or more precisely, the connection between him and the star did not leave any sense in his physical or spiritual world, but he was very sure that the star was there, and no one could take it away.

It's like what the Pope said: the thread really exists.

Chen Changsheng closed his eyes, calmed his mind, opened his soul, and according to the method on the "Theory of Washing the Marrow", let himself enter the realm of forgetting things and self and absolute relaxation, and quietly waited for the essence condensed by starlight to come to him along the line.

Time passed gradually, and the night breeze was sometimes gentle, sometimes condensed.

There was silence in the woods outside the library, which had been repaired yesterday by the Priests' Office, and many of the branches had been cut off, and the stubble of the broken branches was exposed in the air, and the fragrance of the trees was carried away by the night wind.

The reason why the woody smell from the stubble of those broken branches is so strong is that there is an almost transparent gelatinous substance that is permeating outward, that is, tree sap, and the trees in the National Education College are very diverse, and naturally there are no fruit trees, and the smell is very good.

There was a very thick locust tree, the thick branches near the ground were cut off, and one of them looked very much like a scar, and there was a lot of gum condensed on it, which was slowly flowing down the trunk to the ground by the night wind. If those who love to kill look at this scene, they will think that the locust tree is bleeding from the severed arm, but in fact, under the silver starlight, the sap that is flowing is more like sweet molasses.

After a long time, the honey-like sap finally fell to the ground, on a clump of grass, and if it was not lucky or cruel enough to turn an insect into its first form of amber, it would eventually become food for those insects.

A similar picture happened in the library.

The brilliance emitted by countless stars fell on that invisible and imperceptible line, was condensed into a slightly thick essence, and then slowly trickled down the line towards the ground, I don't know how many distances it crossed, ignoring the roof of the library, and finally fell on Chen Changsheng's body.

The starlight was soft, and the skin on Chen Changsheng's face seemed to have turned into jade. The next moment, however, the starlight seeped in like sand and wind through his fingers, and he could no longer be seen, but his face remained the same as before, unchanged.

There were also many starlight that fell on him, and those starlight seemed to be able to easily penetrate his clothes and land on the surface of his body without any obstacles, but they still did not stay, seeping deep into his body, and disappeared nowhere.

Chen Changsheng closed his eyes, he didn't see these pictures, and he didn't know what happened in Lu Dao.

He didn't wake up until every ray of morning light fell on Kyoto and a rooster began to crow.

He was a little excited, rarely in fourteen years. Because if the marrow cleansing is successful, then he will embark on the path of cultivation, and whether he can get the first place in the Great Pilgrimage Examination or not, he will have some say in his fate.

This kind of emotion is not good for the body, he said to himself silently, with willpower that is completely inconsistent with his age, calm down in a very short time, and then look at his hands, his expression changed slightly, and his eyes were full of confusion and incomprehension.

His hands didn't change at all, they were as clean as they were last night.

He took out a small round mirror from his arms, looked at his face in the mirror, and after a moment of silence, he put down the small round mirror, pulled up his collar and looked at his body, and found that nothing had changed, as clean as in the past years.

Successful marrow washing should not be like this.

According to the "Theory of Washing the Marrow", human beings live in the worldly realm, eat and breathe, and absorb nutrients at the same time, and at the same time bring all the filthy qi between heaven and earth into the body, so they must attract the starlight into the body, and with the help of the purest and gentlest power of the stars, all those things are expelled from the body.

According to the predecessors, after successful marrow washing, people's bodies will discharge a lot of fishy sweat, and may even have severe diarrhea, only in this way can it be proved that the foul gas in the body is excreted.

However, there was no change in Chen Changsheng's body.

He is a person with a slight habit of cleanliness, and he loves cleanliness very much, but at this time he really wants to see those smelly black mud on his body, because this matter has nothing to do with cleanliness, and it should not be the way it is now.

Chen Changsheng looked at the rising sun outside the window and was silent for a long time.

Suddenly, he put the back of his hand on the floor, rubbed it hard, and after feeling the real pain, he raised his hand to see that a large red mark appeared on the back of his hand, and he could faintly see bloodshots, so he knew that he had indeed failed to wash the marrow.

When the starlight comes, the first thing it touches is the skin, so at the beginning of the pulp washing, it is the skin that is strengthened.

His skin hasn't changed anything from last night.

Chen Changsheng was silent, he thought that the problem of the interruption of his meridians would only lead to the easy loss of his divine soul, and it would be difficult to transform the starlight into true yuan and stay in his body in the future, but he thought that he could at least complete the step of washing the marrow, but he didn't expect that it would still work.

As the morning light wore on, he stood up and walked out of the library. Because of sitting cross-legged all night, my body was a little sore, and I walked a little slowly, and when I looked from behind, I looked like a child who had just recovered from a serious illness.

Walking back to the small building, looking at the steaming kettle on the stove, he was a little sad - according to the record in the "Theory of Washing the Marrow", he thought that when he came back, he would be covered in filth, so he prepared hot water in advance, who would have thought that he didn't even sweat a drop.

He thought about it for a while, and finally decided to take a shower.

Not because of sitting on the floor all night, or because there was still some dust in the academy.

He had a problem with his body, which made him dislike his body very much, and he always felt that his body was a little dirty.

He washes very diligently, loves cleanliness very much, and has a slight cleanliness habit, in fact, it is all because of this.

He poured hot water into the big bucket in the corner, walked in, covered his face with a wet towel, and leaned back with his arms outstretched against the edge of the bucket, feeling so tired.

An inaudible sigh came from under the wet towel.

That's when it happened.

On the other side of the courtyard wall, there was a faint sigh.

Chen Changsheng thought to himself, it turned out that sad people were everywhere.

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No one knew that Chen Changsheng tried to wash the marrow, even those who saw him light up the star of life did not know the way. Because washing the marrow is a more common thing than fixing the stars, whether it is a great powerhouse in the marrow washing realm or even the star gathering realm, as long as he is practicing, he needs to do this thing night after night, and the person who has the ability to see the star is lit up cannot see the line, and naturally he doesn't know whose hand the other end of the line is holding.

There is no upper limit to human self-empowerment.

Washing the marrow is never a one-day thing.

At night, Chen Changsheng walked into the library again, sat on the floor and continued to try.

A fourteen-year-old boy regained his frustration in too little time. All of this is thanks to the things he has experienced and will experience, and of course he should resent those things even more.

He doesn't have time to get frustrated, he can only keep trying and trying.

If you don't succeed, you will become benevolent, and these six words are the most suitable for him.

Meditating and meditating, countless thick but invisible starlight essences flowed down from the high night sky along the invisible line of fate, and fell on his body again, like a spring breeze.

The starlight seeped into his body silently, as it had been last night, and was never seen again.

This process continued for a long time, and it was not until it was almost white that he woke up again.

He looked at his hands, he didn't notice any change, he touched his forehead with his hand, he didn't find a drop of sweat, the old clothes on his body were still so dry, the morning breeze came from the window, and he could easily blow his sleeves.

He didn't understand that even if the meridians of his body were cut off and his skin and hair were subjected to starlight, there should be some changes.

Where did all that Starlight go?

He thought that all the starlight had scattered into the air, and had become invisible.

He didn't know what to do, and when he closed his eyes and meditated, the starlight passed through his black hair and his hands, through his old clothes and the short sword at his waist, and quietly entered his body without any loss.

It's like flakes of snow falling to the ground through the wind and the trees.

Not a single leaf has caught a single piece of snow, and that's something that hard to happen.

But it really happened.

Now it seems that the woods are still lush and green, without a trace of white.

In fact?

On the ground below the trees, the snow was already thickening.

This is the accumulation.

Someday, there will be thin hair.

Or, an outbreak.