At midnight, the moonlight sprinkled the land.

The holes in the window paper have been carefully glued, and the wind can no longer enter, but there is an extra layer of paper with words, and the light transmittance is even worse.

Two rats were squeaking and fighting, but fortunately they only fought for a moment, and then there was no movement, I don't know if the winner has been divided, or if a consensus has been reached: even if the victory is won, there is no food to steal here, shoot a bird!

When Zhou Ang woke up, there was silence all around.

The moonlight leaked through the window paper, a faint light leaked in.

He took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

Subconsciously first judged where he was and whether he was still alive, and after a while, his eyes gradually cleared up - this can be regarded as a complete awakening.

I don't know what time it is, but I've slept enough and I feel unusually refreshed.

Lying on the bed to relive the past day, a smile gradually appeared on his face.

He snapped his fingers lightly, and everything in front of him changed instantly.

The house is still the same house, the window is still the same window, and the moonlight is the hazy moonlight, but beyond all this, suddenly there is a lot more free light.

Even at night, they are still the same colorful colors.

They're filament-like, slowly swimming through the air, reaching out and you can only pass through them, but you can't catch them—in fact, you can't even get through, and when your finger runs over them, you'll find that they're still in their same position.

Not broken, not separated.

It's as if they belong to another parallel world, just in this moment, just in this land, the two have some intersection.

Or maybe even this is just an illusion.

The two are like two parallel lines, never intersecting.

At the same time, there are so many sounds in your ears that you don't know how many sounds you have, and if you listen closely, you will definitely be amazed at how complex they can be - before that, you would never believe that your ears can capture and analyze so many sounds at the same time.

For an occasional moment, Zhou Ang felt that he had even heard a crane chirping!

Where is it chirping, what is it calling?

I don't know.

Like the colorful silk thread in front of you, you can't hold it at all.

You don't know where they're coming from, where they're going, and you don't even know if they're real.

Uncle Zheng said that maintaining such a state for a long time is very consuming of the spiritual energy in the body, and his indiscriminate experiments in the morning have also proved that every word Uncle said is correct.

So when it was fresh enough, he snapped his fingers, and the world instantly returned to its original appearance.

It is said that those gifted children, from the moment they are born, are like this, the body is like a big leaky pot, everything goes in and out at will, there is always an irrepressible murmur in the ears, and you can always see colorful lights in front of your eyes - such a thing, let alone a child, even a strong adult, it is impossible to last too long.

It's not that you lose your vitality and die, you also go crazy.

But with the "breathing method", all of this suddenly becomes controllable.

What's even better is that although I can't do it yet, according to Uncle Zheng, once you practice it perfectly, this "breathing method" can really be practiced between breaths, and there is no need to meditate for it.

What is really difficult is the "body refining method".

Just after practicing with Uncle Shi for half an hour, it already makes people feel swollen and swollen, and even more soreness and numbness - Uncle Zheng said that it is the aura in the body that tempers the qi and blood.

Zhou Ang didn't know if he would be able to fly one day if he continued to practice like this.

At least a kung fu master or something, right?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile again.

The name of the sect is "Mountain Gate", which is very strange, the sect has been passed down for many years, and there are only four people before they get started, which is also very strange, and the method of arranging generations is very strange, and it is very strange to be so greedy for money and stingy......

However, except for the 196 buns on the first day, which is really distressing, everything else until now is quite pleasant.

Hey, I'm really starting to cultivate!

Thinking of money, Zhou Ang suddenly turned his head to look at the bookcase beside the bed - although the progress was extremely slow on the first day because he didn't dare to easily enter that wonderful state, but then, when he mastered the "breathing method", the little progress that lagged behind was quickly chased back.

So, tomorrow I can go and get paid again.

This is another thing that makes people happy.

Ah, yes, and......

In the vast moonlight, Zhou Ang silently summoned the aura in his body, gathered it into his eyes, and soon, everything in front of him became bright.

There is still a gap between the delicate and delicate level of the daytime, but it is definitely much brighter than that of a candle oil lamp, or at least the brightness of a fifty-watt bulb.

This is something that even Uncle Zheng doesn't know, and it's purely a small skill that he has studied by mistake.

It's not the surrounding light that changes, it's just the observation of the eyes.

This was based on the wonderful night vision he entered that evening and the breathing method taught by Uncle Zheng, which he spent more than an hour before going to bed.

Very easy to use.

At least it's fun.

Let him fully feel the pleasure brought by the fact that "I am cultivating immortals".

............

Suddenly, a rooster crows in the distance.

After about two or three seconds, the rooster in his yard suddenly crowed—after listening to it for a few nights, Zhou Ang was gradually figuring out its character.

This guy is definitely not the most diligent rooster, because he is never the first to crow, but this guy is definitely a competitive rooster who wants to save face, and whenever he hears another rooster crowing, he will immediately start crowing loudly in high spirits - it is not over the other person.

No, one after another.

Zhou Ang smiled and turned over to put it on.

With the ability of night vision, he put on his clothes and shoes, he opened the door lightly and went out, and practiced seriously according to the moves taught by Uncle Zheng yesterday - after a while, he already felt that he was like yesterday, his body began to heat up, and he felt that his whole body began to swell, sore, and numb, and there was a faint pain in his muscles and bones.

The moon is still there, and the east has begun to show a touch of fish belly white.

It's about to dawn.

Movement began to come out of the room, and my mother and sister got up one after another.

It was a morning like every other day.

Mother still cooked bean rice.

After Zhou Ang finished washing, he went back to the house to sort out the things he was going to bring when he went out later, and only came out when he heard his mother shouting for dinner, and as soon as he sat down, he saw the little girl Zhou Zihe on the opposite side looking at him.

Zhou Ang lowered his head and looked at it, and suddenly understood.

This ghost girl is usually well-behaved, but there are times when she is skinny.

Mostly gluttony.

But before Zhou Ang could say anything, he heard his mother Zhou Caishi suddenly speak and said, "Okay, don't give your brother a look!"

Zhou Ang suddenly laughed.

Zhou Caishi also smiled, and glanced at the little girl Zhou Zihe with some doting.

Zhou Zihe lowered his head a little embarrassed.

But at this time, Zhou Caishi said very seriously: "My mother knows that there is rice at home, and she also knows that you all love white rice." But what kind of family are we? Now it's not like the past, my mother is a washerwoman, you are a laundry mallet with your hand, it's not easy for a family like ours to support a scholar, and you have to eat white rice at once, what kind of way is that?"

Zhou Zihe bowed her head and was silent, and after a while, she picked up the bowl with bean rice and said, "I know Mother." ”

Zhou Caishi smiled and said, "I still cook white rice to eat in the afternoon, okay? When the white rice lasts, it is not easy to be hungry at night, so let's eat it in the afternoon." Mother promises, until you finish eating, you won't keep it, okay?"

Zhou Zihe nodded quickly, picked up his chopsticks, and took a big bite of bean rice.