Under Ling Du's slightly closed eyes, his eyelashes trembled constantly, like the bright moon trembling slightly above the clouds. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The raised feathers floated, and under the control of Ling Du's mind, they kept trembling, as if they were about to break through something and fly higher.

Ding dong!

A crisp sound interrupted the silence.

On a yellowed lotus canopy, a dried lotus seed fell into the pool water, and stars rippled on the surface of the water.

Ling Du looked at the lotus pond water, and above his head, the small feather gently floated down to the grass at his feet.

Ling Du held the feather in his palm again, and sure enough, his mind was uncertain, which would affect the cultivation of his mind.

The sound of the lotus seed falling to the bottom of the water was just a sound that Ling Du had already sensed very clearly with the slight movement of the Pan Xiu.

Ling Du smiled bitterly, if he hadn't been distracted by the lotus seed, maybe the feather would have soared an inch under the control of his mind.

Ling Du looked at the feather again, perceiving everything around him, and used his mind to manipulate the feather in his palm.

The feather gradually flew to the top of Ling Du's head, trembling continuously, and then flew up an inch high.

Ling Du felt it with his heart, trying to keep himself single-mindedly in mind control.

The little feather seemed to become lighter as it was raised, and in the midst of the constant trembling, it rose a little more.

Suddenly, there was a dingdong, and another lotus seed fell into the water.

In the yellowed lotus canopy in the lotus pond, the lotus seeds have dried up, and tonight's fall is also the last insistence.

Ling Du frowned, and the feather on the top of his head seemed to frown as well, and landed on the ground again.

Ling Du looked at the lotus pond, and looked at the lotus pods in the lotus pond by the moonlight, there were about hundreds of yellowed lotus pods, and it seemed that he would inevitably listen to the sound of this dingdong tonight.

Ling Du suddenly realized that the cultivation of the mind actually needed quietness, and it was the quietness that came from the heart. The contemplation of the divine picture is not an environment when cultivating immortals, and the meaning of the painting may really be the word tranquility.

Thinking of this, Ling Du suddenly realized, it turned out to be calm, so there was no need to look at the feather with his eyes.

Ling Du closed his eyes slightly, feeling everything around him.

As soon as you close your eyes, you can feel the quiet night sky, as if there is only yourself and your feathers under the night sky.

This time, the feather that landed on the ground did not return to the palm of his hand, and suddenly flew up above the grass.

The heart calmed down, and the feather became easier to manipulate with his mind, and the feather moved left and right a few times above Ling Du's head, and suddenly flew up one meter high.

After Ling Du manipulated like this more than ten times, he finally found the fastest way to manipulate his mind. I finally figured out why in the previous days, the cultivation of the mind was always making slow progress, but in the last two days, it has really made rapid progress.

The reason lies in the environment, the mind.

There was a ding-dong sound, and the surface of the lake rippled.

Ling Du's heart was quiet, his eyes were closed, and the feathers on the top of his head were still slowly rising.

Suddenly, under Ling Du's thoughts, the feather once again increased its rising height. The tiny feather swayed from side to side, already spinning on the top of Xindu's head.

Ling Du closed his eyes, feeling the movement of the feathers with his heart, and used his mind to guide the feathers in the direction of their ascension. In this way, the feather swirled above Ling Du's head for about a quarter of an hour.

Ling Du slowly opened his eyes, and the small feather fell into Ling Du's eyes, but it floated in the air for a long time.

Ling Du could finally use his mind to control the feathers within a range of one meter and one meter, and he was not ecstatic because of the progress of cultivating the first level of Dun Immortal. Instead, he fell silent and thought.

Today's cultivation of the first level of Dunxian has finally found a breakthrough point, and it has finally made great progress, if you continue to cultivate at the current progress rate, half a month's cultivation time is enough to allow your mind to be able to cultivate to the peak, and your mind can freely control the feathers to the space you want.

What my mother said before may not be quite right, using the mind to freely overtake the feather to the space you think may be the peak of the idea, not the space that the eye sees.

Thinking of this, Ling Du entered a deeper thought: Tomorrow's competition is to lift stones, if I can use my mind to control the flying of the boulder and win the competition, it would be good. No one has prescribed only one way to lift a stone.

Since the feathers in the hand can be controlled, the boulder should start practicing with small pieces.

Ling put away the feathers, found a stone as big as a fist next to the lotus pond, put it next to the lotus pond, sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, used the slight movement of the panxian to sense the distance from the stone, and then used his mind to control the stone in front of him.

Under the control of the mind, the stone began to tremble violently, making a clicking sound and hitting the lotus pond.

Half a moment later, the stone could only tremble, Ling Du opened his eyes, readjusted his breath, and closed his eyes again to activate his thoughts.

This time the corner of the stone began to lift up, and it fell into the pond with a pop, making a splash.

On such a quiet night, the sound of stones falling into the pond water is particularly harsh, but fortunately this is the back garden and does not attract the attention of others.

Ling Du found the stone again, sat cross-legged, put the stone in front of him, closed his eyes and restarted the control of his mind.

The stone slowly pricked a corner and began to rise in the air about two centimeters before falling to the ground.

Ling Du readjusted his breath and restarted his mind.

Ling Du kept trying and repeating his thoughts, time flew by, and it was time in a blink of an eye.

Ling Du was already feeling hungry, the cultivation of his mind had indeed consumed a lot of his strength, and now he felt tired all over.

The fist-sized stone, under Ling Du's thoughts, flew up half a meter high, trembling from half a meter away. Like a feather half a meter away, it seems to break through to a higher sky.

Finally, Ling Du gave up the idea of continuing to manipulate.

He hurried back to the house, lit the candle, went straight to the kitchen to find a dry steamed bun, and ate it. I added another bowl of fairy leaf grass to myself and drank it.

A warm current spread from his stomach to his body, and Ling Du felt very good, completely tired, so he hurried back to the lotus pond in the backyard. Started a new round of re-meditation, re-manipulating the mind.