Fang Mu looked at the token in his hand, with the word "Azure" painted in silver hooks and iron, with a somewhat penetrating and fierce temperament.
I never thought that I would be able to go to Tianqing College one day.
This is the school that all the children of the Fang family dream of.
I want to become truly strong.
Naturally, you have to go to a place where you really know how to practice.
Fang Mu no longer wants to stay in the Fang family.
So Tianqing College is naturally the best place to go.
The most important thing is that the place in Tianqing College was exchanged for a "useless" box.
The reason why he attaches great importance to the sealed box.
Not because it is a Dharma instrument.
Just because it is a relic left by my parents.
"The old picture album in the box is what my parents really wanted to leave to me. I have already got it. Whether the box is still there or not is not too important."
Fang Mu secretly rejoiced: "It's not a loss at all to exchange a less important box for a place in Tianqing Academy."
Fang Mu tidied up the room, then carefully hid behind the screen, and then took out the old picture album. He looked a little nervous, but more excited, caressing the old picture album carefully and excitedly like touching the skin of a beautiful woman.
This is a treasure that helps him condense the Dharma.
Fang Mu took a deep breath.
The vitality between heaven and earth slowly flows into the body through vomiting and inhalation.
Quickly nourishing Fang Mu's "barren" body.
"Is this what it feels like to practice? It's so wonderful." Fang Mu sighed with emotion.
He senses his own realm.
Probably open the three realms.
Ever since he started to learn the practice at the age of six, he has never stopped breathing and meditating for a moment.
While his peers were still playing and crying, he was practicing.
While his peers were still wetting the bed, he was staying up late to practice hard.
While his peers were still deciding between reading pictures of gods or reading books about villains, he was racking his brains and working hard.
And now he can finally practice.
Opening the door to the first level of cultivation.
Fang Mu ascended two realms in a row and reached the third realm.
This is a matter of accumulation.
The realm of opening the door is divided into ten realms, the first three realms are to temper the body, the middle three realms are to cleanse the marrow, the last three realms are to drive away evil spirits, and the last realm is Dzogchen, where the body is flawless and can truly bear the power of the Dharma.
These ten realms all require matching mental strength, so meditation and breathing are still very important.
Fang Mu can reach the three realms of opening the door.
The main thing is that the spirit is strong enough.
Breathing and breathing also gradually laid a solid foundation.
Therefore, you only need to meditate step by step and enter the body with vitality, and then you can gradually transform your flesh and blood and internal organs. This can be regarded as the reward of these years of hard work.
really.
Hard work doesn't lie.
Even if you can't see the return for the time being.
But one day, it will bring you huge benefits inadvertently.
Fang Mu stretched out and felt his blood boiling all over his body. It seemed that he could never use up all his strength. This feeling was so wonderful.
But this is the quenching body level.
The body is flawed.
At best, he can only be considered the best among ordinary mortals.
"The three realms of Qimen cannot be compared with those real geniuses. I heard that some geniuses have completed the practice of Qimen at the age of fifteen and have set foot in the miraculous realm of Linfa. But they should still be comparable to ordinary Xiang Gathering Masters of the lowest level.
Comparable."
Fang Mu was very satisfied.
This realm.
Even if you go to the palace, you can get a bodyguard.
He began to look forward to what would happen when he went to Tianqing Academy.
"But now, this old picture album is the most worthy of study." Fang Mu opened the old picture album, and the first page of drawing paper that came into view made him extremely surprised.
On the originally blank first page of drawing paper, a pattern of "A real dragon appears in the river and sea" suddenly appeared, lifelike, and every scale seemed extremely real, as if a real dragon beast was about to burst out of the paper at any time.
There is actually my Dharma image on it?
Fang Mu quickly turned to the second page.
Still blank.
Could it be that I can have other forms of Dharma?
It is said that those who have cultivated to an extremely advanced level as a celestial master can indeed condense a second dharma image, but such a figure is completely beyond the realm of the world. It can be said to be a fairy-like figure, and there is no one in the entire Tianqing Kingdom.
Fang Mu flipped through it and laughed to himself: "This picture album has more than ten pages. If each page represents a Dharma image, wouldn't I be able to have more than a dozen Dharma images? I'm really crazy to have such a delusion.
"
This kind of thing is impossible.
Fang Mu's mind was now connected to the old picture album.
I have an inexplicable feeling that the old picture album contains a very magical power.
Indescribable.
It seems to be the real charm flowing between heaven and earth.
Not powerful, but extremely vivid.
It seems that thousands of creatures are growing freely in this energy.
Strange power.
Fang Mu tried to slowly pour his mental power into the old picture album. The old picture album released a halo of light. Fang Mu felt dizzy and felt as if his consciousness had left his body, wandering and floating in the air.
Green tiles and white walls, pavilions and pavilions.
Corridor in the courtyard.
The periwinkles carefully tended by the maid in the courtyard.
These scenery are all in sight.
Huh!
Fang Mu looked down in fear.
He was clearly sitting peacefully in the room.
"What on earth is this?"
"The soul left the body?"
"Or maybe it's amplified perception?"
"This feeling is so amazing."
Fang Mu stood up and walked out of the house. Everything in the courtyard was exactly the same as what he had just seen. Obviously, what he just saw was not an illusion.
He walked back to the room again, pacing around excitedly.
After a long time, he carefully poured his mental energy into the old picture album.
The feeling just now appeared again.
He seemed to be floating in the sky, having a panoramic view of everything happening around him, and it seemed that every detail would not be missed.
What an amazing feeling.
really interesting.
Could it be because the painter wants to see the whole picture?
Fang Mu somewhat understood why he could get the old picture album now.
If you don't have enough mental power, you can't open it at all.
There is no point in getting it too early.
Fang Mu's thoughts changed, and then his consciousness gradually drifted away.
He came to the Faxiang Hall.
Teacher Fang Yuan is in class.
He has a serious look on his face, and he is serious about words and expressions.
Fang Mu tried to pull Fang Yuan's hair. Fang Yuan suddenly frowned and glanced doubtfully at the young men and women who were calmly meditating on the divine images.
"It's strange, there's no one there." Fang Yuan, the instructor, couldn't help but be confused.
You can actually move things through the air.
Fang Mu was surprised.
His consciousness drifted away.
This time we came to the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and a maid was feeding the koi in the lake according to the master's instructions.
Fang Mu took some fish food and sprinkled it randomly in the lake, and the koi carps were vying for food. The scene was quite spectacular and interesting.
But the maid turned pale with fright, and there was obviously no one around, so she hurriedly turned away and probably didn't dare to feed the fish alone for a long time.
Fang Mu's consciousness drifted away again.
This time, a deacon was teasing the maid, and hinted that as long as he dedicated himself, he could get various benefits, which made the other party excited.
So Fang Mu punched the deacon unceremoniously.
The deacon ran away shouting that there was a ghost.
"Hey, that's really interesting."
Fang Mu had a great time playing.
He also gradually discovered the pattern.
The more mental power you consume, the farther your consciousness can drift. Moreover, it is difficult to use mental power to affect physical objects. At most, it is just a few small touches.
Fang Mu studied the magical abilities brought by the old picture album. Time slowly passed and the sky gradually became dark.
Night falls.
The night breeze is slightly cool.
Fang Mu's consciousness drifted to the study of the owner of the house, Fang Xiong.
The light in the study room is still on.
Apparently the head of the family hasn't rested yet.
At this time, a tall figure was pushing open the study window, looking at the starry sky and sighing: "Tianyuan, that boy Fang Mu really looks like you, especially those eyes, they are so similar."
Fang Mu's heart was slightly shaken.
Tianyuan.
Fang Tianyuan, this is his father's name.
The person who was speaking with emotion at this time was none other than the head of the family, Fang Xiong.
That is, the grandpa who I have never seen twice since he was a child.
Fang Mu was confused.
Because at this time, the tone of the owner of the family, Fang Xiong, was not as cold as during the day. Instead, it revealed a bit of loneliness and sadness, and even his back became desolate.
At this time, he was just an ordinary father who missed his son.
hard to imagine.
Such a father who misses his son.
How could he be so cruel and callous to his grandson?