Ronan calmed down. He fiddled with the little paper figurine between his fingers and threw it back to the table after a few seconds: "Because the prism structure needs to have a certain strength. If the strength you give is equivalent to a steel structure, my side is at most
Spider web."
"Intensity...it's true that it's intensity."
Paper-cut is helpless. Of course he knows that the crux lies in the structural strength. Going further, it is the problem of the interference of the spirit on the material level. But these are just superficial phenomena!
Who can tell him what it would be like for a spiritual enhancer who has perfect mental telepathy, takes souls out of the body as a matter of course, and whose spiritual cultivation has almost reached the B-level level, but cannot do the most basic control of objects with his mind?
There is ultimately no answer to this question.
Not only could no results be obtained from the paper-cutting, but when she went to the hospital for treatment at night, Bai Xinyan, who had known about it for a long time, kept it secret and did not give Ronan any information for reference.
Ronan originally wanted to ask He Yueyin again, but after thinking about it, he temporarily calmed down. Mental issues are largely self-perception. If even he himself can't figure out what's going on,
It is even less possible to count on others.
The bad situation undoubtedly affected Ronan's mood. The next Frost River waterway exercise was simply disastrous. The quality was extremely bad. The time he lasted was even less than that in the morning. Compared with last night, it dropped by 20%.
.
When Ronan saw the relevant results, he was ready for additional training. However, Bai Xinyan showed no sign of this and allowed him to spend the final period of the treatment cabin peacefully.
"We have to learn something new tonight, so it's best to take a nap first and relax a bit. By the way, don't be late." Bai Xinyan made medical records while waving her hand for Ronan to leave.
In the past, Ronan would probably feel lucky, but now he is thinking a little more: Is this attitude part of the "fang" (qi) treatment? Sure enough, there are no taboos when people are about to die?
Thinking of the results of the "peeping" in the past two days, Ronan's mood became even worse. He really wanted to crack Bai Xinyan's head open and find out what kind of state he was in her eyes; or to do another "peeping"...
…The question is, how can that kind of opportunity come about every day?
With a confused mind, Ronan left Renai Hospital. He had made an appointment tonight to go to Boshan Tower to learn the art of breathing and breathing from the master of the temple.
The last time he went to the gym, Ronan had a phantom speed car to travel around. This morning he had returned the speed car to Xie Junping, and now he was taking a low-altitude bus to the Hewu District in the dark.
After getting in the car, the first thing Ronan did was to call his aunt and inform her that he would be staying at the monastery tonight.
In fact, yesterday he had already treated Xue Lei as a tiger and asked for leave from his aunt to confirm the situation of "staying out all night". But he knew his aunt's temperament well and now he had to make another phone call to comfort her. Otherwise, as Ms. Luo Shuqing said,
It means that for the first formal study, I have to take him to the door in person to pay tribute to the master of the monastery.
After finally ending the call, the journey was almost halfway over. At this point, the bus was not as crowded as it was during the day. There were only about ten people there, all of them were drowsy, or playing with their bracelets, playing games or something like that.
Ronan was sitting at the back, also lowering his head and playing with something. The only difference from others was that what he was playing with was not an electronic device, but a piece of blue-yellow tissue paper.
This is a special "talisman paper" given to him by paper cutting. It was made by the psychic Mr. Gao himself. The special material is more suitable for the transmission of energy information. In the hands of a real expert, it can be used against the enemy. Use it.
It's practice, some little luxuries.
But if you can really develop a clue, that’s fine!
Ronan followed the techniques taught in paper-cutting and slowly tore the talisman paper into a palm-sized paper figure, with the invisible prism structure formed into one piece.
At the same time, the overflowing soul power poured down, completely submerging the paper man. With his delicate perception, the texture of the paper, the torn edges, the vertical and horizontal folds, no detail could be hidden from him.
But under the influence of the soul power, the paper man in his palm just rolled around half-dead and became motionless. The soul power that almost crushed his body seemed to have no practical significance on the paper man's side.
"Still like this...why?"
In the Frost River Realm, he had no problem blessing Xue Weilun and other special police officers. He controlled the magic talisman and affected the cat's eyes, including his own spiritual shock, and the effect was real. But when it comes to physical materials, why can't it work?
?
Ronan looked out the window. The colorful lights of the metropolis at night were like fluttering cotton, and it was hard to see the empty space. On the contrary, his mind naturally extended out, crossed the deep void, and flowed in the ocean of city lights, making his perception more intense.
really.
In his perception and observation, thousands of creatures, stars gathered together, the Milky Way meandered, and there were wonderful layers inside, majestic and vast, like a grand world, gorgeous and magnificent.
But even such a magnificent galaxy structure, when cast on the little paper man, cannot stir up any waves. The strength of the prism structure is still that of a spider web, and you can't even feel any connection between the two.
There is an invisible and cold barrier between consciousness and physical objects, infinitely close but never truly integrated.
Just like dreams and reality.
Is this kind of power all illusory? Just like grandpa’s crazy ravings, which only exist on a imaginary level?
No, no, that doesn’t make sense!
The beam of Ronan's consciousness cuts through the galaxy, and it is by no means just a radius of one or two kilometers. In the huge city, he has multiple fulcrums, including normal people, awakened people, sacrificial knights, and crows
, the dark side species...
They are down to earth and give feedback all the time.
How could such a perception be a dream?
In a daze, Ronan came to the Shenyu Gymnasium on the upper floor of Boshan. It was already nine o'clock in the evening, and all the students in the gymnasium had already dispersed. Only Xue Lei remained here, and he came out early:
"Nanzi, the owner is waiting for you inside."
Ronan suppressed his chaotic thoughts and felt a little embarrassed: "I'm late."
"No, it's mainly because the gym doesn't accept new business, and everything will be done when eight o'clock comes. It's actually early for you to come at this time. The main reason is that it will take some time to get started. Relax, come tonight
I will protect you."
Xue Lei pulled Ronan inside. At this time, the lights in the front courtyard and atrium of the gymnasium had been turned off. Walking on the corridor in the late autumn night, it became more and more lonely and cold. Fortunately, Xue Lei's loud voice diluted this feeling a lot.
Ronan was very surprised: "Are you also spending the night at the gym tonight?"
"Of course, I have always been the library owner's assistant...well, and a translator."
"Well?"
In a blink of an eye, Ronan and Xue Lei had already entered the backyard. The light of the figurine stone lantern shone in front of the courtyard, and the light and shadow were separated, like an exquisite oil painting.