The spring light is bright and the fragrance of the flower beds fills the courtyard.
Xu'er, who usually had a pointy buttocks and couldn't sit still, did not sing a rhyme she heard somewhere, "Spring is not a day for reading. Let a kite fly for a long time." She sat quietly in the main room of the west house with the door open.
Stop flipping through volumes of books.
Without blinking, he stared at the pages of the book that were turning rapidly.
On the other side, Mr. Chen was also looking through the classics. He wanted to learn about the character "Taoist Priest Qingtong" from the pile of old papers.
The passing geese leave their voices, and the passing people leave their names.
With Taoist Priest Qingtong's great supernatural powers, he has been to the Luofu Realm before and left some traces.
"Xu'er, if you flip through it so fast, can you clearly read the content on each page?"
"Don't worry, sir, I won't delay your business."
Xu'er quickly flipped through one book, then picked up another one in the box, speaking in her mouth while still flipping the pages quickly: "I only need to pay attention to the word 'Qingtong', and there is no need to read the rest... this
No, find one."
She smiled and handed the open book to the surprised young master, pointing to the word "Qingtong" on it.
She was also flipping through books. In just one stick of incense, she had already flipped through half a box of books. The young master had only flipped through three books. She was so impressed that she smiled proudly.
Reading cannot be done with the brain, only with the eyes, which is a unique skill of hers.
Chen Mou took the book and praised with a smile: "Xu'er is so amazing, you have helped me a lot."
Xu'er continued to flip through the books, staring intently, and said: "Master, let me help you find a few more books. Please help me avoid the homework tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. It takes a lot of brain to flip through books. Reading too much will make you dizzy."
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Chen Mou looked at Juanxiu's neat handwritten book, which was written by Meng Tianxiu, "Xu'er, if your intelligence is used in reading, you will definitely be able to become a female scholar."
"I don't want to. I want to be a goddess. I just need to recognize a few words. I heard that reading too many books will make you stupid. There is a saying called 'nerd'."
When Xu'er saw that the young master refused to agree, she didn't mention it anymore and started to quarrel randomly.
The young master has exempted her from schoolwork today, which is a great favor. She cannot get carried away and push forward.
The young master was so angry that he slapped her in the heart, which was very painful.
"Who are you listening to? You are full of poems and books. If you read a lot of books, you will be able to understand and increase your knowledge. 'A scholar can know everything about the world without going out.' A bookworm who reads stupidly cannot do it..."
Chen Mou casually refuted Xu'er's fallacy.
Xu'er had already finished flipping through a book quickly, and pushed the book that she had only flipped through a few pages into her hand, interrupting the young master's endless ramblings.
"Sir, I found another book you asked for."
"Uh...okay!"
Chen Mou shut up completely and concentrated on reading.
It's because he is shallow and some people's talents are in the wrong direction.
It took more than an hour for Xu'er to go through several boxes of books and all the books on the shelf, help the young master find six books, win the young master's pat on the head and praise, and then happily go to play with sister Ying'er and the others.
She didn't have to do her homework today, she was like a bird out of its cage.
Be free and have fun.
Chen Mou read through several books in general. More than three thousand years ago, Taoist Qingtong was a famous figure in the Luofu world. He traveled all over the world. One of the books recorded in detail that Taoist Qingtong once went out alone.
The largest sect in Xuanzhou is "Guanhai Pavilion".
"...manifested a three-hundred-foot-long golden body, appeared and disappeared, killed five monks who transformed themselves into gods, and flattened the Guanhai Peak with one foot. The colorful fire passed through the place, destroying the formation and destroying everyone. The two hundred miles stretch was reduced to white ground. From then on, the Guanhai Pavilion
Cease to exist.”
Chen Mou read it several times. The book did not explain the reason why Priest Qingtong destroyed the Guanhai Pavilion. His current cultivation level was not enough and he could not see too much thrilling things, but he remembered the "Three Hundred Zhang Golden Body".
Important words such as "Elusive" and "Colorful Fire".
He and Taoist Qingtong are in the same line, and the various unique magical powers displayed by Taoist Qingtong have pointed out a general direction for his future efforts.
He warned himself from the bottom of his heart that before he has learned his skills, he must not reveal the relationship between him and Taoist Qingtong, and his unique methods must be hidden and used.
More than three thousand years of time can be said to be long or short in the world of cultivation.
There must be many old practitioners who have a long life and remember the past of sesame seeds and millet.
He didn't want to suffer the most severe beating for Taoist Qingtong.
After dinner, Chen Mou went to the market and bought three jars of special spirit wine. Before returning home and opening the door, the items in his hand were thrown into the cave in another world.
After returning home, he greeted Ying'er who walked out of the main room, walked into the quiet room of the west room, and came to the small island courtyard.
Carrying half a jar of monkey wine, Chen Mou sat alone in a pavilion by the lake, pouring and drinking in the cool morning breeze.
After finishing the bowl of monkey wine, Marquis Yuan did not appear.
Chen Mou finished absorbing the spiritual energy in the wine, and returned to the yard leisurely with the stoneware wine jar. In the blink of an eye, he appeared on the top of the Tianbei Peak. He first practiced the Spiritual Consciousness Circle, Drum, and Forge, day after day, even if every day
There was not much progress, but he still persevered and struggled for half an hour, his head feeling slightly swollen and dizzy.
Sit down and adjust your breath and recover for about a quarter of an hour, then get up and continue the fire control practice of accumulated fire silk.
When the sun reached noon, he stopped practicing his sword and put the sword into its sheath.
Chen Mou, who was in the stone pillar array, suddenly felt a fire coming to his face. He was overjoyed and saw a trace of colorful flames suddenly appeared in the middle. He quickly put his storage bag, belt, sword, dagger, and the fire weapon on his wrist with his hands and feet.
The crystal beads, sword crystals and other objects were untied and placed in the cliff cave. The outer robe and shoes were also thrown away. There was no time to take off the middle coat.
The strand of seven-ray fire fell to only a foot above the ground.
Chen Mou held the jade jade in his right hand, stretched out his left hand that had been tempered twice, and grabbed the remaining fire wire.
With a "chi" sound, the fire thread penetrated the body's protective energy, penetrated into the acupoint of the palm of the hand, and turned into raging fire energy.
Chen Mou's body trembled violently. He gritted his teeth and activated the "Liu Li Wugou Body Forging Technique". He held the jade bi with his right fingers and pinched it with difficulty, guiding the raging fire energy up his arm along the meridians.
Only by enduring hardships can one reach the top... no one!
With great perseverance, he suppressed his urge to use jade to absorb the fierce fire energy.
He cannot give up in spite of difficulties, he must overcome the fear and pain in his heart, and he must face difficulties like a real man. He must get through this hurdle by himself.
But, it really hurts.
"Ouch..."
Mr. Chen let out a mutated wolf howl under the sun.
White steam billowed out of his body and caught fire. His inner clothes, undergarments, etc., which he had not taken off cleanly, were all burned to ashes.
He was unable to control his own firepower, and his whole body was engulfed in blazing red flames.
If you want to temper a "glass-free" body, the first step is to set yourself on fire.
From the inside out, what is forged is the soul and a trace of unyielding willpower.
On the graveyard slope under the 2,600-foot cliff, Yuan Hou looked worried and murmured: "Boy, if you extend your head with a knife, if you shrink your head with a knife, it will be the same. The longer it takes, the harder it will be, but you must hold on, don't
Coward."
He really couldn't help at all.
Some disasters must be borne alone.
The flames were rising. Mr. Chen was sitting cross-legged on the colorful glazed floor. The fire patterns spread layer by layer under his body. He was so painful that he was beyond recognition. He struggled to guide the fire element that went up along the meridians of his arms into the main meridians bit by bit.
Mr. Chen twitched his hands and pinched with difficulty, setting himself on fire, with smoke coming out of his seven orifices.
When the violent fire element was raging and introduced into the air sea, it was like lighting a gunpowder keg. His whole body completely detonated from the inside out, and the flames soared to a height of several feet.
"...It's almost over!"
When the pain was so extreme, he couldn't feel the pain. It seemed as if his entire body didn't exist, and only his soul was still floating around.
Sixteen stone pillars are as bright as pillars of fire, and the eight-door fire array slowly activates.
At some point, the sky-reaching jade jade floated to the center of the formation, casting a stream of colorful light that shrouded the unconscious and unlucky guy below, keeping his soul immortal.
Under the blazing sun, the glazed ground, which is more than ten miles long, surges up with colorful flames.
Silent and breathless, the fire is like waves.
Standing on the graveyard slope, Marquis Yuan scratched his head and ears.
"Then the kid won't be burned to death, right? You can't even hear the howling."
He just followed the instructions left by Mr. Qingtong and passed on his merits to Chen Mou. He was really worried that if the master of the Tongtian Jade Bi died, he would slowly fall into a deep sleep again.