From this day on, the nightmare time of Wei Gushu began, and he also understood why Qingjiang told him to enjoy more time on campus before that.

Not human, it means - "to forge you as a weapon".

It all started with meditation.

Mo Daosang used to conduct daily classes with Wei Gu on the grass in front of the corpse.

"Meditation, is it taught in school?"

"Well, but I can't see anything."

"That means it's not the right way, give me a new meditation."

Mo Daosang hit Wei Gushu's head with an old fist, even if his physical strength was extremely strong, he was a little star-stricken.

"It's not the breath that matters, it's the mind, does the mind understand? Don't have any distractions, soak in them until you see the inner makeup. ”

At first, Wei Gushu sat cross-legged seriously as taught by the professor of the northern realm, with a seal on his hand, but was ruthlessly interrupted by Mo Daosang.

"What about writing novels on your side? Meditate cross-legged, right, or you can condense a little bit of vindictiveness? ”

He held a dried squid in his hand, and drank the beer that Wei Jushu had bought in small sips.

"It doesn't matter what the posture is, let me empty my mind!"

He tore a mouthful of dried squid, the hundred-year-old man had a good tooth and mouth, and chewed it in large gulps, and the dried squid was eaten together with beer during the day, and it would be three times better than usual, just like a fried chicken takeaway ordered late at night.

"The mysticism pursued by these little guys in the North, seemingly to prevent management chaos and secrets, but this is actually just a façade.

"When you reach a certain level of strength, you will know that the strong can feel the roots, if you say the true name of a certain king, it can gaze at you through the roots and then along such a line."

"The reverse is also true, first-class supernatural beings can even modify religious doctrines, interfere with the rituals of gods in reality, and even simplify or mislead, or even interrupt."

"The real purpose of secrecy is to reduce panic, stabilize the observer theory, and avoid people who don't have the power to know too much, but I'm too lazy to bother with that."

"I'm out of breath, start over."

His teacher's words were amazing, Wei Gushu could not guarantee that there were no thoughts in his mind, but he was always smart, he was quickly analyzing the meaning of his words, and felt an inexplicable horror.

It was only a slight disturbance in his breathing, and he was surrounded by Mo Daosang and gently kicked down.

Wei Gushu had already learned to be obedient, and he would not complain about his contradictory words, but chose to hold it in his heart, but Mo Daosang took the initiative to explain it instead.

"I say breathing is not important, it's because breathing is not the essence of meditation, but if you can't even stabilize your breathing, let alone expel distracting thoughts."

It sounded a little reasonable, Wei Gu Shu tried to settle down again, but Mo Daosang began to talk about the secrets of the real world again, which touched his mind.

"Let's start with the classification of the town anomalies, the second generation of shadow wind has completed such a division, not simply according to the order of 1234 and ABCD, each of them has its own threshold."

"And this threshold is closely related to your meditation!"

"The first part of teaching starts with reshaping the worldview.... Don't keep eavesdropping, watch your breathing! Empty your brain! ”

"I'm too lazy to say anything below, don't go into the stream."

Wei Gushu complained in his heart, okay, your old man will expel 80% of the people in the industry when he comes up.

"E, the threshold is very simple, it is the strength of the soul pressure and the understanding of one's own law, as long as you have hands."

"Ding and others, known as the Gate of the Mystic Law, are marked by the appearance of some inexplicable feelings, generally related to fables and divination, which are manifestations closer to the root."

"At this point, you will be able to build your own scenery in meditation and gradually enrich your world, which is the threshold."

"Class C, the first watershed, is called "Beyond Human Reason", literally superhuman, but its real threshold is actually "the root of feelings". ”

"At this point, everyone has their own tendency, and there are no two similar existences at all, but there is only one thing in common, and that is that when you meditate, you can feel the existence of the root in the inner world."

"If you don't gaze, it's infinite, and when you gaze, it's infinitesimite, and that's the root."

"At this point, people will unconsciously have the aura of roots, which will make low-level anomalies flee, which is why low-level tasks need to be dealt with by people of the corresponding level."

"The six basic applications of the anomalies and their own methods have shown a qualitative change, and the anomalies of this level will also become abnormal intellectual, and the desire to take the initiative to attack has become stronger."

"B, this is considered to be a name at the root, and it has been regarded as a hero or a heroic spirit throughout the ages, Taoists call it [Tongxuan], also known as [the starting point of the strongest road], this is still too far for you, don't worry about it for the time being."

After Mo Daosang said this, he found that there was no obvious sound of breathing, and Wei Gu actually entered a thorough meditation on the fourth attempt.

He was not bound by the way he meditated, and lay on the lawn, the soft tender grass gently stirring his cheeks with the breeze.

The god was light-hearted, and he could see that Wei Gu had entered the deepest meditation.

Mo Daosang couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded, his new student talent seemed to be beyond his imagination, he sat on the side and drank silently.

If he drinks too much, his brain will not be clear, but only when he is not sober will he recall the long past.

Those who knew him, who were of the same era as him, who he liked, who liked him, who hated him, who he hated, who fought side by side, who opposed each other, who admired him, who he taught.

Everyone, all the deviants, were buried in the endless history of the corpse in front of him, and they all turned into so-and-so in a certain file.

Will this little guy be like this?

As soon as he thought of this, Mo Daosang wanted to drink again.

One old and one young, bathed in the backlight of the setting sun, the shadows pulled out were dazzling under the red.

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It's dark, it's dark, there's nothing, and the black can't see its fingers.

Wei Jushu tried to reach out, but he found that he had no hands and no fingers, so the metaphor of not seeing the five fingers was completely untenable, but it was indeed dark here.

"Damn, failed again?"

Wei Jushu sighed silently.

How is it possible that Teacher Mo Daosang was chatting about such fascinating secrets while asking him to meditate and empty his mind?

It is difficult for a pure strongman.

Wei Jushu sighed, and was ready to wait for today's special guidance to be over, and then pull Li Shengruo, who had returned from the internship, and a few of them went to the Chunyu barbecue restaurant to have a hearty meal.

But soon, Wei Jushu realized that something seemed wrong.

He's not without fingers, he's this darkness.

If this is the scenery of his heart, then his heart is not without scenery, but the landscape itself is dark.

This sentence sounds a little difficult to understand, but the general meaning is that it is not the darkness of nothingness, but the "darkness of nothingness" itself is the content of this inner world.

He seemed to be able to transform this mass of darkness, and because it was empty, it could take any shape.

Wei Gu tried slightly, but opened his eyes in an instant.

“......”

He watched the sunset in silence, knowing that it was only morning when the meditation began.