In the Sutra Pavilion.
Mingshan has finished introducing the mental techniques and exercises on the first floor, and he can't suppress his excitement at this moment.
However, Song Pingcun, who followed him all the way, was like a serious student, with a stable mind and no abnormalities at all.
"Elder Xiao Song, isn't it because it's hard for the old man to practice?" Mingshan suddenly felt disgusted in his heart.
Speaking of which, he himself said it all the way and Song Pingcun dealt with it all the way. He himself didn't notice anything wrong. Ordinarily, it shouldn't be that his perception and mind were closed.
He suspected that Song Pingcun had used some secret method to cover up his cultivation and came here specifically to help him. This made him both happy and a little sad that he was being pitied.
Although he had deliberately made himself less focused, after a lap, he found that Song Pingcun was not abnormal at all, but had been very focused, and his character was not affected at all by the situation.
Thinking back carefully, the other party's response was entirely based on his own questions and explanations, without any signs of lip reading.
Although he is happy, he is very confused in his heart. It should be noted that the mental method he cultivates is the "Great Words Exhibition Sutra". Once he opens his mouth and generates a response, that is when he refines his mental method, while others have to bear the pressure of confusion. You have to be stable and stick to it, how can it be so easy.
Someone is willing to be a resource for his cultivation, and it seems that the inner demons have not had any impact on him. This has lasted for such a long time. Is there anything more confusing than this?
Although the disciples and elders of the sect would occasionally come to help and temper their own minds at the same time, the time would not last this long. Including the three real people in the sect, they should also be tired by this time. It is impossible to keep their minds stable at all times without feeling tired. This is also because the three real people have already reached the body-body realm and are already cultivating their souls, while they are just in the process of building the sea of consciousness.
"How could Elder Ming think so? I'm listening to your explanation attentively!" Song Pingcun didn't quite understand. He thought he was really lacking in basic cultivation knowledge. The elder of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion complemented this by talking about mental methods and exercises, which was exactly what he was looking for!
Moreover, he sealed the memory of the Emperor of Heaven. Even if the soul stayed in the sea of consciousness of the original host for a short time, the impact was so great that it could not be shaken by a spiritual cultivator in the Awakening Realm.
"Concentrate!" Mingshan couldn't help but asked with doubts: "Is Elder Xiao Song specializing in mind control and mind-like methods?"
Apart from this, Mingshan really couldn't think of anything else, and even if this boy has super mental control, he is only in the body training realm after all, and he is one step away from the peak of the orifice realm.
"No, the boy is also worried about this. He doesn't know the direction of his cultivation yet." Song Pingcun answered honestly.
"Ah!" Mingshan was completely stunned.
Not only was his guess wrong, but what Song Pingcun said made him even more confused. Are you in the body-building realm and still don’t know the direction of your mind? Could it be that the person in front of me is another special one like him? But I also discovered something unusual and special at the Qi-regulating stage.
"Does Elder Xiao Song have a general direction?" Ming Shanjin was a little hesitant at this time. If he continued to use Song Pingcun to continue practicing, it would be terrible if this boy with a special physique was distracted.
But Song Pingcun shook his head and said: "There is no direction. I am really grateful that Elder Ming can explain it in detail to the boy."
Whether it was humility or something else, Mingshan felt that this was Song Pingcun's truest heart. He was silent for a while and said, "Maybe Elder Song can consider the direction of mind control. The second floor happens to have this mentality, but he can still insist on listening to the old man. explain?"
If the son refused, he would not force it, but when he saw Song Pingcun actually bowing, gratitude flashed in his eyes, and his intention was clear.
Mingshan is both looking forward to it and a little worried. Seeing that Song Pingcun was really clear-headed when he agreed, he also breathed a sigh of relief.
In this case, wouldn't it be really stupid not to make good use of it for cultivation? If he wasn't a freak, then the sect really had a freak.
Such an opportunity was too difficult, and cultivating against the enemy was undoubtedly courting death. There were only a few people in the sect who could withstand the mental interference of the "Great Words Exhibition Sutra" like the demonic sound, which caused his cultivation to be slow.
His elemental affinity is special enough in itself, but he didn't expect it to have a specific direction and need someone to respond. It's really speechless.
Originally, he planned to give up after entering the physical training realm and turn to practicing music, but he accidentally discovered that the explanations he gave during the training could actually disturb the mind, which was more like a spiritual attack. If there is a corresponding spiritual attack technique, you can attack from a distance without making contact during the battle. The only disadvantage is that if the opponent knows it in advance and turns off the perception, it will not cause harm to the opponent. But closing the perceptual eye and being unable to see, and the judgment of danger around you has plummeted, is equivalent to being blind. This is also a double-edged sword.
In view of this, the sect finally decided to let him continue to move forward in this direction after seeking his opinion. The only things within the sect that can provide him with training conditions are the Chuan Gong Hall and the Library Pavilion.
The Hall of Transmission is definitely not good. New disciples or low-level disciples are disturbed before they even start. That doesn't even count as training disciples.
He had no choice but to take over the work of the previous elder of the Library Pavilion. He was in the Library Pavilion twelve hours a day. Either reading or reading, unless there are disciples who don’t know the inside story come.
For his own cultivation, Mingshan also used his imagination to collect various exercises and mental methods. This resulted in the books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion becoming more and more abundant after his arrival. Regardless of level, as long as they were practicing exercises and mental methods, they were all He put it in the Sutra Pavilion.
The original bookshelf catalog in the Sutra Pavilion was for the convenience of disciples to check, but he also removed it because he did not want the disciples to make their own choices and have to listen to his introduction. Although each time lasted for a short time, it could not hold up to the large number.
On weekdays, he just reads. When new disciples come to choose mental methods and exercises, he can practice his own mental methods.
Everyone knows that he has been in the sect for a long time. Currently, only he, a newcomer to the sect, doesn't know.
Hour by hour, Liu Chen and Gao Feng were paying attention to the Sutra Pavilion at all times. The length of this time was beyond their reach. It can be seen that this junior brother, the new elder of the sect has strong mental perseverance, and he is only in the realm of physical training.
On the second floor, the third floor, and all the way to the top floor, Mingshan felt that practicing like this for the first time was like a dream.
If it weren't for Song Pingcun's status as an elder, and if he was still paying attention to the depth of his cultivation on the first day, he would always have some worries in his heart. After all, this is within the sect, not against the enemy.
But starting from the next day, he had forgotten all this. He greedily seized this rare opportunity to practice and went crazy. As long as Song Pingcun still relied on him to deal with it, he had no intention of stopping. Even in order to keep going, he put himself The dry food and water in the storage bag were taken out and shared with Song Pingcun to ensure the physical fitness of himself and the other party.
Such high-quality training resources delivered to your doorstep are hard to find in a thousand years, and Mingshan has no plans to stop.
In the early morning of the fifth day, Mingshan was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the Sutra Pavilion. The third small Zhoutian was running wildly, pointing directly at the last 108th acupoint - Lingtai acupoint. He had ignored it for half an hour. Song Pingcun survived.
As he concentrated the spiritual energy in his body, he pierced the Lingtai acupoint, and finally penetrated with a soft sound.
The peak of enlightenment.
