After calming down his state of mind completely, he began to cultivate according to the "Meditation Chapter", even though it seemed that he was already exhausted, he still longed for the willows and flowers.

If there is a certain guardian of Mingguang here, he must be surprised, in the first chapter of the "Meditation Chapter", ordinary people need to cultivate for at least a month to complete, but for Feng Qinglang, it only takes an hour to complete the cultivation of this chapter.

Once known as the first day of the Di Dynasty, Feng Qinglang felt that this was nothing, and there was even a thick disappointment on his face, the first chapter of cultivation was complete, nothing happened, and the sea water of the spiritual sea was still shrinking rhythmically and evenly, and when he carefully examined his whole body, there was no special situation.

As the night gets darker, the flow of people outside the window decreases slightly, but this shijie is still this shijie, and he is still him.

Feng Qinglang pursed his lips vigorously, did not let himself sigh in disappointment, looked up at the night sky, the bright moon was bright, the stars winked at him sympathetically, a faint sourness swam through his body, and his lips finally curved a bitter arc.

He fell into bed in frustration, and he didn't bother to take off his clothes, so he fell asleep so deeply, and before falling asleep, the spirit of habitual struggle against fate still made him pick up the meditation mantra again, and try to run it again.

The autumn morning sun is exceptionally warm.

The knock on the door pulled Feng Qinglang out of his deep sleep, and his first reaction was that he hadn't tried to sleep so dead for a long time, because it sounded like this knock had been ringing for a while.

Outside, Nan Yong's voice came: "...... It's sunny, get up and have breakfast. "Actually, Nan Yong is also quite puzzled, usually Feng Qinglang wakes up as soon as he screams, and he doesn't even need to call, if you get close to him, he will wake up automatically.

Feng Qinglang was about to respond, habitually checking his spiritual sea, and was stunned, for a person who sprints towards the end of death every day, he is already very familiar with the rhythm of the atrophy of the spiritual sea, but obviously, today's rhythm is not quite right.

It shrank quickly and slowly, like following the rhythm of a piece of music, but Feng Qinglang couldn't hear that piece at all, so he couldn't master the rhythm at all.

His gaze immediately shot to the "Meditation Chapter" on the table, could it really be that it worked, for the first time in these years, this rhythm of death began to change, although it was very, very small, but it couldn't hide from Feng Qinglang.

It is not yet known whether this change is good or bad, but if it can change, that is the biggest turnaround......

"Knock-knock-" Nan Yong outside the door was still working hard, and it seemed that he was very satisfied with the breakfast he had made today: "...... Sunny and we had breakfast and walked around?"

Feng Qinglang replied impatiently: "I'm lying in bed today!"

Nan Yong had no choice but to stop knocking on the door, but he wondered in his heart, the voice of the person lying on the bed was generally muffled, how could there be a clear voice like you.

When I turned around, I saw my young master holding the unknown diary, reading it while eating, and knew that my young master's old mistake had been committed again.

Feng Qinglang walked to the window, the early morning in the central garden was much quieter, but there were still a lot of student instructors who were practicing in the morning, multiple laws were dancing together in this large space, the chirping of birds sounded in the melody of the morning breeze, Feng Qinglang took a deep breath, and let his excited heart slowly calm down.

When he thought that disappointment had come, hope had quietly arrived, and the changes in the sky of the morning glow, like a picture of the past eventful years, were silently cheering him on.

He sat cross-legged on the chair again, closed his eyes towards the morning glow, and once again started the meditation chapter, and when he was running, he paid extra attention to any bit change in the spiritual sea, and he wanted to determine whether the meditation chapter was the music that changed the rhythm of the spiritual sea.

Once, twice, three times......

Feng Qinglang tirelessly repeated the first chapter of the meditation chapter, and he didn't know how many times he repeated the cultivation, until he vaguely heard the roar, he hurriedly withdrew, it was the sound of his head swelling, and if he wanted to hurry, he understood this truth, and if he continued to hold on, it would often only be counterproductive.

But his mood is happy, and it has been basically determined that the meditation chapter is a piece of music that disrupts the rhythm of the spiritual sea again.

However, he could not be fully amused, because he still did not know what the music was.

But Feng Qinglang already felt that the whole person was also much refreshed, this was the first change in the spiritual sea in several years, this was the first change after he came out of the blink of an eye, as long as there was a change, his spiritual sea had hope of repair.

He thought back to the whole process after his cultivation, and he didn't forget to continue cultivating before he fell asleep last night, which should be an opportunity for the Meditation Chapter to be activated, which was equivalent to the key to opening that door, which was a special opportunity for him personally.

The meditation chapter has been practiced many times today, but the effect is not as good as that of cultivation in the sleeping state, which means that it is more suitable for the spiritual sea to practice in an unconscious state......

Feng Qinglang had an extraordinary talent in martial arts, and soon analyzed the opportunities, gains and losses, and various possibilities in the process of cultivating in the meditation chapter.

As long as you collect the rest of the meditation chapter, you may be able to know the melody of that music, and even if you still can't hear it clearly, as long as it can repair its own spiritual sea shijie, it will be very sufficient.

For a while, Feng Qinglang only felt that life was still full of hope, and last night's gray thoughts were swept away, and he looked at the sky again, it was still full of colorful clouds, but it was already sunset, and it turned out that unconsciously, he had been sitting quietly for a day.

At this time, the whole shijie seemed so vibrant and full of beautiful light, but in front of a flower bush downstairs, a girl seemed to be sad to bend down and bow her head, as if she was bent by the heavy life.

The passionate breath was colliding in Feng Qinglang's heart, seeing this depressed girl, this breath couldn't help but rush to his throat, he shouted downstairs: "Hey, that girl, yes, it's you, have the courage, persevere, life is still full of hope! Yes, straighten your waist, raise your head, look forward, as long as you persist, you will definitely see hope!"

When the girl looked up, she saw a four-eyed fat man waving his fist on the edge of the window, and she couldn't help muttering, "The old lady bends down to tie her shoes......, and it is in your way?"

Feng Qinglang also found out what the problem was, and closed his mouth in embarrassment, and then he found that his shouting had caused a lot of strange eyes, and he quickly retracted his head, but it didn't affect his happy mood at the moment.

Pushing open the door, there was a box of exquisite snacks on the dining table, and there was a note next to it, on which was the handwriting of Nanxing Soul: Qinglang, I finished reading those diaries!

How does it seem that Nanxing Soul is ready to do some unconventional things again.

As soon as Feng Qinglang stuffed the first piece of dim sum into his mouth, he saw Nan Yong hurriedly open the door and rush in, breathing unsmoothly and said, "Qing... Sunny, come on, young master...... The young master was beaten!"

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