Just three days later. www.biquge.info I became a fourth-level warlock without a teacher.

Du Xinyu left, and she said that her cultivation was temporarily at a stage. Let me cultivate my own vitality first. I'm calm, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone.

At night, I was studying the Dream Technique, and during the day, in addition to cultivating the Yuan Qi, I practiced the "Eight Steps of Extreme Speed", and quickly mastered the three steps of the move.

This is an excellent footwork for escaping, as mentioned in the book, it can stimulate the potential and vitality in the body in a short time, so as to take several steps in a very short time, and each step can increase the number of steps.

If you master the first step of the eight steps of Jixun, if you can step out of one meter, you can step out of one and a half meters if you master the second step, and if you master the third step, it will be two meters, four steps will be three meters, five steps will be five meters, six steps will be 10 meters, seven steps will be 30 meters, and eight steps will be 100 meters.

One hundred meters in one step, this can only be done in a dream. It is also clearly stated in the book that the consumption of vitality is very large, and the load on the body is also very large.

During the day, I didn't go to the peach grove to practice "Eight Steps of Extreme Speed", and for a long time, I didn't want to go to the peach grove again. Even now that the peach blossoms are blooming, beauty is in full bloom. But that couldn't hide the nightmare two months.

I can't hide it, but Teacher Wu Yun, whom I admire, doesn't care at all that I am used as a tool to overcome my demons, and trains me irresponsibly. I was her test subject.

It's useless to think too much, it's all the result of my lack of strength to protect myself from being bullied.

In order to increase my strength, I thought about my next cultivation plan.

During the day, I control the time for cultivating the vitality to about ten hours, about five hours for exercising, and five hours at night for the dream technique, and in the dream to practice the remaining footwork of the eight steps of extreme speed. There are still four hours left to read books and prepare for the debate in 10 months' time. Later, I asked Teacher Wu Yun, and she said that the debate meeting was just a group of children playing tricks around the issue of cultivation.

She said very vaguely, but I always felt that there must be a reserve of knowledge to play tricks, right? For example, the other party said, why are there pigs flying in the sky? I can say that it is because someone borrowed the vitality and its own attributes to create a flying pig, isn't it easy?

That's probably the idea, but that's just one of the reasons I read the book. Reading books is also regarded as a pastime outside of my intensive cultivation, and it can also be said that I am preparing for a long life in the future.

I read a lot of the history of the Huangsheng Continent, and the appearance, usefulness, and production methods of some herbal pills.

After reading these books, I realized that there are many professions in this world that I don't know about. Once upon a time, I used to read in the newspapers that mad scientists, joint monks, and so on had come up with some weird mess.

My family doesn't buy newspapers, they were old newspapers I saw in the library of my former school.

My father guarded the dozens of acres of woodland left by his ancestors, and he had sold almost the same. My mother has a bad waist and a sore head, but even so, she still likes to go out into the woods. When I was a child, because of my dependence on my mother, I would follow her. My mother would climb up the tree, lean against the trunk, and be in a daze, and I was held in her arms and learned to be quiet.

My mother doesn't like to sit on just one tree in a daze, she likes to go to different trees, but fortunately there is nothing in my house, just a lot of trees.

Since I was a teenager, the forest left by my ancestors has felt a lot smaller. By the time I was sixteen years old, when I was found to have a root and needed to come to the monastic academy to practice, there were not many trees left in my house.

My father smoked cigarettes and was reticent. I like to look at the mountains, smoke dry cigarettes, and sit in front of my house all day. The mother's face became sad, and there were fewer trees, and there were fewer trees for her to sit on.

They don't like to talk. Under their influence, I don't like to talk, I like to play with my dog, often chase in the forest, watch ants together, and bask in the sun together. I saw the dog in my dream a few days ago. It's as cute and lively as before, and even a lot younger.

A smile crossed my face at the thought of this. But the smile faded away. The memories in my eyes disappeared and were replaced by the reality of the moment.

Alchemist. It turns out that there is still a profession of alchemist in this world. An alchemist, as the name suggests, is a monk of alchemy. Why are the Danshu and Danfang so casually placed in the Library Pavilion, because not everyone can refine the pills. The most basic requirement is to reach the foundation building period.

During the foundation building period, how far away it was! The dean of Fang Ming Academy was a ninth-level warlock.

Since there are only Danshu Danfang that can be used during the foundation building period, what do you do on the first floor of the Library Pavilion? Yes, there is no one to take care of the Library Pavilion, and it is estimated that some books have been placed for hundreds of years. But why doesn't it break? I think it's a little special on the paper on which the books are made, or maybe the library has some kind of formation to prevent books from rotting and being bitten by insects.

If you think about it too much, your head hurts. I took a few deep breaths. I am going to dream now. No matter what dream I fall into, I just need to hide in a quiet place in the dream and quietly practice my eight steps of extreme speed.

Calm. The night is quiet.

Falling asleep.

I have forgotten when the dream began, but I only know that now I am in a secret room, and in front of me sits an old man with a candle, who said to me with great seriousness:

"We live in this real world. But it is not the perception of reality itself. The world that my hearing, smell, and touch tell us is formed in our brains. ”

"What's out there won't be like that. Nor will it be conveyed to this. Nor will existence be conveyed to this. ”

"Sight, hearing, smell, all perceptions come to your brain as signals. ”

"The brain combines the information it receives and recreates something like reality in the brain. Again, what constitutes this is perception. Recognizing that the reflection of this perception is consciousness. The world as we know it is nothing more than a collection of fragments of information through the brain, a large distribution center. Suppose this large distribution center sells false information, will our brains be able to judge this false information?"

"It's absolutely indistinguishable. This means that it is up to us to judge whether it is true or false. Is it hypothetical or realistic. Is it reality or hypothetical. There is no subjective distinction between false and real. Experience and memory are not relied upon. Because we are unreliable, we rely on external memory to judge reality. That's why we can observe and record objectively. ”

"But. Quantum mechanics says that the object of observation has already changed at the moment of observation. In this way, there is no such thing as objectivity. Quantum mechanics leads us to the conclusion that the world, including the past, was formed retrospectively by the observer at the moment of observation. Why do you believe in the zombie crisis thousands of years ago? You don't see it. But there is information to record it......"