The sunset at dusk slanted onto the earth, the residual temperature remained, and the vigor was dim, imprinted on the face of a young man lying on his back, the young man's immature face had a trace of fortitude, and the eyebrows looked so delicate.

This person is Han Mo, who accompanied Han Ling to the market for almost a day, although he didn't buy anything, but Han Mo looked at Han Ling happy, and his mood unconsciously improved.

"Alas, it would be nice if there was a place to practice during the day without anyone disturbing you. Han Mo held a small grass in his mouth, and muttered vaguely, he was a little eager to see the scroll that the teacher gave him, but it would be bad if he was bumped into during the day, and the teacher didn't know if it was because of Weishenme, and repeatedly told Han Mo not to leak it at all.

"It's getting late, it's time to go back. Han Mo muttered, got up and ran towards the Han family's compound.

There was a meeting in the family today, and grandpa also attended, and there was no one in the courtyard, Han Mo returned to the room directly, sat cross-legged on the bed, and couldn't wait to take out the ring in his arms.

In addition to the things that the teacher gave him, there were also some clothes and living utensils, although they were all very ordinary things, but Han Mo still couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, the teacher was so careful about himself, he couldn't help but think of his grandfather, who took care of himself so meticulously.

Han Mo took out the scroll, slowly spread it out with some excitement in his heart, then frowned, and exclaimed, "Hey, why is there nothing?"

Han Mo looked at the white scroll, and many questions suddenly sprung up in his heart, could it be that the teacher took it wrong? Han Mo carefully checked it again, but he didn't find half of the handwriting for a long time.

"Strange, how can there be no words?Then how do you cultivate?" Han Mo scratched his hair in confusion and shook the scroll.

Just as Han Mo shook the scroll, an unknown message forcibly poured into his mind, and Han Mo only felt a sinking in his brain, followed by a burst of dizziness.

"What's going on?" Han Mo asked with some puzzlement as he hugged his swollen head tightly with both hands.

After a while, the pain gradually disappeared, and Han Mo also sobered up a lot, and suddenly exclaimed happily: "Hey, it's really strange that the scroll can actually transfer information." Han Mo recalled the information in his mind, his face was slightly surprised, obviously he had not used the scroll.

In fact, scrolls are like this, scrolls store information different from books, books are recorded with paper and pen, and scrolls are directly engraved in it with spiritual liliang, and nothing can be seen without activation.

Also, Luoer City itself is a remote town, and Han Mo has a lowly status in the Han family, not to mention using a scroll, even if he has never seen it.

Han Mo hid his undulating thoughts, slowly closed his eyes, and carefully read the information in his mind, it was still early to cultivate, and the most important thing was to digest this information first.

I don't know how long it took, the sky had completely darkened, and it was no longer clear that the room was not holding the lamp, and Han Mo slowly opened his eyes at this time.

The information in the scroll was recorded in quite detail, starting from the most basic level of cultivation, and Han Mo repeatedly saw a word in it, refining gods.

Refining God is also cultivating divine sense, since the teacher didn't name this volume, then let's take a name myself, it's called Refining God, at least there will be a name to be called in the future.

There are seven levels of refining gods, which are one yuan, two qi, three talents, four phases, five yi, six jia, and seven stars, but Han Mo felt a little empty when he saw this, the entry level of one yuan for refining gods is very demanding, Han Mo is really a little worried about whether he can succeed in cultivation, in case he can't cultivate, it won't be a shame for the master.

"I, Han Mo, am no worse than others, and no one can say for sure if I haven't cultivated yet, anyway, I must not lose the teacher's face. Han Mo clenched his fists and said, no longer hesitating, and cultivated according to the information in the scroll.

Slowly sink the mind into, look at the nose, look at the nose, look at the heart, return the heart to God, return to the spirit, and feel the things around you with your divine sense, as if there is a liliang shouting to yourself, but it is not connected, as if the two people on both sides of the river are facing each other across the river, and there is only a bridge between them to connect.

Han Mo tried his best to sense this magical energy, although he could sense its existence, but he couldn't get in touch, this phenomenon was the same as Han Mo's induction of fighting qi when he lost his soul crystal, and he was also around but couldn't adjust it for his own use.

Time passed minute by minute, Han Mo seemed to have forgotten the time, repeatedly using the method in refining the gods to get in touch with this strange liliang, failing again and again, repeating again and again, unconsciously, Han Mo completely sank into his mind and entered a state of fake sleep.

"Strange, why did I come to this place again?" Han Mo opened his eyes and found that he had actually come to that white shijie again, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, what the hell is going on, weishenme himself will come to this place many times, once or twice Even if it is a coincidence, but every time it is the same place, and he also feels so sober.

"What the hell are you going to do?weishenme always brought me to this place?" Han Mo shouted loudly into the void space, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, believing that all this must have been done by the mysterious person who spoke.

"You came in by yourself, so how can you blame me. After a while, the strange voice sounded again, and there was an inexplicable frivolity in his tone.

"I came in by myself?" Han Mo muttered puzzled, then thought about it carefully, and only after a while did he wonder: "You said that I came in by myself, so why don't I know how I got in, and besides, who are you, weishenme can't come out to speak." ”

"I have already answered the question of who I am, I can't say it for the time being, as for me Weishenme can't come out, it's very simple, you are not qualified to see me. The mysterious voice said with some disdain.

Han Mo didn't get angry when he heard this, because he also felt that he was not qualified, but it was only now, and he still asked calmly: "Then what is this place?" Han Mo glanced back and forth and asked, there is an indescribable weirdness here, people can float in the air without saying anything, it is still white at a glance, and those who don't understand think that there is something wrong with their eyes.

"Here?" said the mysterious voice with some puzzlement, "You don't know what this place is?"

"How would I know. Han Mo said angrily, he had never heard of this kind of strange place before, and every time he woke up, he had never left the same place, Han Mo began to wonder if this was a dream.

"It's strange to you, isn't this your own sea of consciousness, you don't even know the situation yourself. The mysterious man said with some playfulness.

"Sea of consciousness, what's that?" Han Mo asked a little puzzled.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense with you dirtyman, you go out. The mysterious man dropped a sentence and disappeared, and then Han Mo also came to his senses leisurely.

Han Mo opened his eyes, his face was a little solemn, the mysterious man said that it was his own sea of consciousness, although he didn't know what the sea of consciousness was, but he could be sure that it was on himself, so the mysterious man was also in a certain part of his body?

Han Mo couldn't help but worry about the purpose of the mysterious man, whether it would cause danger to him, and how the mysterious man entered his body.

"It seems that I will have to wait three days to ask the teacher. Han Mo exhaled lightly, is it a blessing or a curse, it is a disaster that cannot be avoided, the soldiers will block the water and cover it, thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, and once again transported the refining god, and continued to sense that strange energy according to the cultivation route of one yuan.

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