Xu Xian lay quietly on the bed, his chest was a little red, and the light emitted shone all over his body, and at this moment his consciousness was extremely clear.

The things in my mind are no longer muddy, but a little clear in a trance. Those practices are not words, nor are they patterns. After all, the text pattern is still to convey a certain message, but in the process of transmission, it will inevitably cause distortion and misunderstanding.

But now Xu Xian feels that the things that those Taoist priests inject into his mind are all accurate and clear, but they seem to have directly passed that kind of information to himself, without the help of any intermediary, even illiterate people can understand it.

In addition to admiring the magic of Taoist spells, Xu Xian was extremely attentive to these things. Becoming an immortal and becoming a Buddha is probably a complex in the hearts of every Chinese! It's just that with the development of science and technology, more and more natural phenomena can be explained, and this kind of thing is gradually classified as superstition and gradually dissipates in the hearts of modern people.

But there has been such a scene in the dream, bamboo canes and shoes, walking in the famous mountains. Light clothes and long shirts, swimming outside the world. Walking all over Qingshan, people are not old, what a leisurely journey.

When they find out that these are true, who can not be moved? Xu Xian is no exception.

Lying quietly on the bed, savoring the mysterious methods in his mind, he gradually understood that the level he was in was the stage of "dotting stars". After the main star is established, it is time to continuously strengthen the main star and establish the star palace to a certain extent. But that little bit of light doesn't match any description.

Although Chi You Xing also makes red, Chi You Xing has the intention of murder and blood. But it's not like his own little red star, although the light is weak, but it is bright and endless.

Xu Xian thought about it, but he didn't quite understand, so he could only feel the celestial phenomena in the way he described, and kept exhaling. I only felt that little bit of red star constantly drawing tiny points of light from the outside world.

It would have been impossible to absorb star power without knowing what your ruling star was at that moment. However, as the main star of the solar system, the sun is also the closest star to the earth, and its power plays a great role even in the dark night.

Others want to attract the starlight of the stars tens of millions of light-years away to accumulate star power, but it only takes a few minutes for the sun's rays to reach the earth. Of course, there is a world of difference.

However, Xu Xian also felt that the closer to dawn, the more and faster the star power gathered, but when it came to the real outcry, it was scorching and unbearable, it was not physical scorching, but spiritual scorching. He tried to resist the burning sensation and persevered, but after only holding on for a while, he felt as if his soul was about to evaporate, and he quickly stopped, and when he got up, he was already sweating profusely.

Pushing the window and looking at the sky, I saw that the red glow was burning, and the east wanted to know.

Xu Xian vaguely realized that his main star was the sun in the sky, and then he felt that the little red light in his soul was originally only the size of a grain of millet, but now it was the size of a grain of rice. It only increased a little when it was about to dawn tomorrow, and now it has suddenly increased by so much, which is really incredible. It turns out that holding on to that moment when the day is about to dawn has such a great effect, if you can cultivate for a while at noon, wouldn't it be immediately soaring on the spot!

This is Xu Xian's delusional thinking, if he really cultivates this method at noon, it is impossible to ascend to the ground, * It is true. Ordinary people can still enter reincarnation when they die, but the worst thing is that their souls are scattered, and he directly burns his soul completely. However, Xu Xian thought that he insisted on such a pain for a while, and he didn't dare to force himself to cultivate.

Xu Xian got up and washed up and rushed to the private school. Although he actually didn't sleep all night, he was in good spirits, and his whole body seemed to have endless energy and strength.

Mr. surnamed Song, he has to take care of his pots of flowers and plants every day, Xu Xian came, the old man still lowered his head to water, Xu Xian never expected to win the favor of the teachers in any life, and he didn't care, he just wanted to walk over quickly, others ignored him, and he was not interested in sticking it.

"Xu Xian, it's here!" the old man suddenly said, although he didn't look at Xu Xian.

"Ahh Xu Xian was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly bowed in return. I don't know what the old man has done, he wants to leave, but he is a little worried, and asks cautiously: "Sir, are you okay today?"

The old man was about to get angry, but after thinking about it, he waved his hand and said, "Go in quickly." ”

Xu Xian walked in and sat down for some reason, but he didn't know that yesterday's performance had been seen by Mr., and he felt that although this son was tired of studying, his talent was the best, and he should lead him to the right path. He has tried and failed many times in his life, and he always wants to teach a powerful apprentice.

But the imperial examination, it is really a single-plank bridge crossed by thousands of troops, and it is countless times more difficult than the college entrance examination in the previous life, and it is not easy to talk about. But with the words "never forget", it took a big advantage.

The imperial examination is divided into several steps: the children's examination, the township examination, and the examination. Most of the things that have been tested in the previous tests are from books, but they are turned over and over again, and they are mixed with each other, and it is not good to have a good brain.

Tong Sheng is a talent after trying, and most readers are stuck in the township test all their lives, and if they can't pass, they will always be clothed. I can't lift my hands, I can't resist my shoulders, and most of them look down on the merchants who do business, so I can only be a teacher, and a better one can be a master, the so-called useless is what scholars say. is a poor sour talent that no one looks down on.

But if you can pass the township test, that is, you can raise people, even if you have no official or position, you can see the official without worshipping, and you can still eat the country's money every year. The township has to be climbed, and Xu Xian's unforgettable ability makes him try to cross the countryside as if he was probing and taking things.

Old man Song thought beautifully: At that time, I was Xu Xian's mentor, and I was not respected by everyone, even if I failed to test repeatedly, it was my bad luck, not my lack of learning. So he was kind to Xu Xian, just cherishing face, and he couldn't pull his face for a while, which was too good for Xu Xian, but his mood had already changed.

So, Xu Xian had a very strange day today, and Mr. asked him to answer questions from time to time. He was a little flattered. However, he is now clear and clear, and he answers questions by heart. But the more Mr. Song looked at it, the happier he became, as if he was a proud protégé.

In the small private school, the sound of reading is loud.

Xu Xian still doesn't like to read, but his ability to never forget it slowly spreads. Sometimes when my sister comes back, she will happily say that who gave more green onions to buy vegetables today, which one has praised Xu Xian. Even the foreman of the laundry did not make any more trouble.

Xu Xian smiled and said: "How can one green onion be enough, I will also memorize "Zuo Chuan" today, and let them give you two tomorrow." Xu Xian's sister smiled and said yes.

It's just a little troublesome, Sister Xu Xian has already reached the age of marriage, but with Xu Xian's oil bottle, she is only Zhou Zheng, and she is not high or low, so she has not been married for a long time. Now as soon as the reputation of Xu Xian's prodigy spreads, the matchmakers in Qiantang County squeezed over together.

Sister Xu Xian refused all, and when those matchmakers saw that what they said was good, they inevitably had some sarcastic remarks, and they were all beaten out by Sister Xu Xian with the latch. In the market, there is no male in the family, and if it wasn't spicy, it would have been bullied to the door.

Xu Xian asked with a smile: "Why don't you choose one sister." ”

"What is there to choose, either blind or lame, like what prince Wang, Mr. Zhang's, I don't even know how many concubines there are at home. Go and go, you little monkey don't mind my business, read your book well, and become the champion in the future, and I will follow the edict or something, so I will not suffer so much in vain. "She doesn't have much literacy, she has limited culture, and her words are straightforward, but her heart is much better than those who are rich and rich.

Xu Xian smiled helplessly, how could it be so bad as he said, there are also good people in it. Xu Xian later learned that her sister already had a suitor, but she was just an ordinary little catcher, and she was also a poor family. Xu Xian's heart moved, in the original plot, didn't Xu Xian's sister just marry a catcher? Although she was not rich and noble, she was just a well-off family, but she lived a life with harmony and beauty. That's the best outcome!

Mr. Song has also been quite unhappy recently, and some people even wanted to rob him of students, and promised many benefits, not only did he not charge tuition, but also included food and accommodation. Although he was rejected by Xu Xian, he still made the old man angry. However, for Xu Xian, he was doubly pleasant.

Xu Xian, who has become a fragrant glutton, lives his peaceful life like this, and his daily practice is a necessary homework, and he is more concerned about this matter than reading. Every day I feel like I've gained something, and although it's not big, I always feel like I've changed a little.

This change is slow and subtle, just like the butterfly in the chrysalis waiting for its wings to fly high, and the beauty of the butterfly has not been known for countless nights and nights, not even the butterfly itself!

It's just that when the butterfly spreads its wings and flies into the blue sky, do you still remember yourself in the chrysalis? Is it mercilessly abandoned? Or leave a trace of amazement at the empty chrysalis.