A broken sword in the skull?
The students present were stunned and confused.
Chai Cuiqiao's heart skipped a beat and she clenched her fists subconsciously.
Li Ang slowly exhaled a breath, raised his hands and asked seriously: "Dare I ask Si Ye, is there anything wrong with this hexagram?"
"Do you know what the principle of practice is?"
Xi Yangyu did not answer directly, but said casually: "The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is an omnipresent and constantly flowing air flow.
The monk's body is made of flutes and flutes.
The spiritual veins are the hollow pipes and holes of Di Xiao.
It is precisely because of the spiritual veins that monks can channel the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into their own Qi sea.
Use your will to control and influence the aura of heaven and earth, and evolve various mysterious effects.
Just like by pressing different holes on the flute, the monotonous air flow can be played into music with varied melodies. "
Xi Yangyu glanced at the students present and said calmly: "Even a warrior who refines his body needs at least seven spiritual veins to maintain the balance of the Qi Sea, otherwise he will not be able to nourish his own flesh and blood with the Qi Sea.
I don’t have enough spiritual energy but I practice forcefully.
Even if the progress is slow, you may not be able to advance to the hiding place in thirty or forty years.
In severe cases, the internal breath will be disordered, the Qi sea will be unbalanced, and people will become possessed by evil spirits.
The spiritual pulse hexagram of "Hanwang Duan Duijue" is extremely rare and weird, so it is only included in these two books, "Taixu Miaolin Sutra" and "Lingbao Wisdom Body Contemplation Sutra" from the Jin Dynasty. "
Xi Yangyu spread his palms, and the two ancient books in his palms were suspended in the air, turning pages automatically, and stopped together——
The pages of both books display similar paintings.
It was a humanoid silhouette standing upright, with a broken arc drawn on its head.
"This hexagram is called the Skull-Breaking Sword.
The meaning of "skull" is that the spiritual veins grow in the skull.
The meaning of Broken Sword is that the spiritual vein is naturally incomplete and disconnected. "
Xi Yangyu said lightly: "The function of spiritual veins is to accommodate and guide spiritual energy.
Spiritual energy is invisible but qualitative.
If the spiritual energy rushes into the naturally incomplete spiritual veins during the process of being introduced into the air sea, it will cause damage to the body.
It would be better to put it somewhere else.
But the head?
Even the power of a needle piercing the head can kill someone violently. "
Xi Yangyu looked at Li Ang and said in a calm tone: "If I'm not wrong, every time you watch "Shangqing Inspiration Chapter" during this period, you will feel a tingling sensation in your head when you try to introduce spiritual energy into the sea of qi.
This is the hexagram image of the broken skull sword.
Those with this hexagram will not be able to practice for the rest of their lives. Any means, whether it is natural materials, earthly treasures or alienated objects, will not help. "
The night wind was cold and desolate, the fallen leaves on the street were gently blown up, and the wine flags were fluttering on the street corners.
Everyone's complicated eyes were focused on Li Ang, shocked, stunned, solemn with regret...
"I am telling you this today in the hope that you will take the initiative to give up the exam."
Xi Yangyu said slowly: "I can't reveal what the final exam of the academy will be in seven days, but one thing is for sure - you will definitely get the spiritual pulse talent.
You are destined to fail. If you insist on taking the test, you will only let yourself die in the examination room.
You are still young and have a bright future, and you don't have to risk your life for something completely impossible - other teachers think so too.
With your talents, you can achieve success in other areas. "
Life...
Li Ang took a deep breath, ignored the different looks from the people around him, and said with his hands in hand: "Please forgive me for your trouble.
However, students still want to give it a try. "
"..."
Xi Yangyu looked at Li Ang with a determined expression, and the tingling pain in his left wrist became even stronger.
He nodded indifferently and said, "Take care of yourself."
Then he turned and left.
"It's a pity that I came first in the re-examination..."
"The skull is broken by the sword..."
"Unable to practice..."
Pei Jing raised her hand to stop the whispers of the aristocratic teenagers around her, turned back and glanced at Li Ang regretfully, without saying anything, she led her companions towards the Red Building in Changlefang.
The whispers around him continued, Li Ang frowned slightly and slowly lowered his hands.
Is the spiritual vein incomplete...?
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Late at night, Huaidefang Hotel.
Xi Yangyu's words before leaving made the atmosphere of the banquet more solemn, and the candidates dispersed early after drinking a few drinks.
Li Ang politely refused the comfort from Yang Yu, Ji Linglang and others, and returned to Huaidefang Hotel with Chai Cuiqiao, fed the bay horse with feed, and took an early rest.
Dang Dang Dang——
The Haotian bells at night seemed more peaceful and peaceful than during the day. Li Ang lay on the bed and looked up at the beams.
Chai Cuiqiao was lying on the bed on the other side of the room without any movement. She seemed to be asleep, but in fact she was not - the little maid didn't know that she would wrap herself in the quilt and turn around when she slept. Sometimes He will also mutter a few words in his sleep.
Chai Cuiqiao remained motionless, just to let Li Ang think she was asleep.
'Spiritual veins...'
Li Ang raised his right hand and stared at the palm of his hand by the candlelight of the oil lamp on the table.
As a physician, he knows every bone, vein, artery, nerve, lymph, and muscle, as well as the working mechanism of the human body and even the complex and wonderful activities at the cellular level.
But spiritual veins?
Invisible, intangible.
'The skull is broken with the sword. '
Li Ang gently stroked his forehead, as if he wanted to see clearly the brain structure underneath through the skin and bones.
Chai Cuiqiao turned over and revealed a small white face from the quilt. She looked at Li Ang who was in deep thought with some worry and said softly: "Young Master..."
"I'm fine,"
Li Ang smiled, waved his hand, and said calmly but firmly: "Isn't it just spiritual veins?
If there are no conditions, create conditions.
I've said it before, no one can stop me from entering the academy.
Not even Siye. "
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The next morning, Li Ang got up early, moved a large pile of books out of the box, asked Chai Cuiqiao to prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and closed and locked the door tightly.
The door was locked, Li Ang closed the curtains, lit the oil lamp, spread out several long sheets of rice paper on the table, and drew a series of...brain structure diagrams on the paper with a pen.
Cerebral cortex, corpus callosum, telencephalon, diencephalon, midbrain, pons...
Superior sagittal sinus, bridging veins, superior cerebral veins, cavernous sinus...
Basolateral frontal artery, frontopolar artery, supratrochlear artery...
Li Ang used the thinnest pen and the lightest force to carefully copy the brain structure diagram in the memory hall.
Just like Xi Yangyu said, whenever Li Ang tries to introduce spiritual energy into the air sea, he will feel a tingling sensation in his head.
What he has to do now is to figure out the specific area of pain.
"Serve the essence of the sun and the moon, rush to the beauty of the two scenes, the most wonderful treasure, the highest treasure..."
Li Ang recited the words of "Shangqing Inspiration Chapter" in a low voice, sensed the aura of heaven and earth, and tried to introduce it into his body.
The moment the airflow passes through the whole body,
Stinging pain swept through my mind,
Li Ang's face turned pale, but this time, he did not stop.
"Everyone who performs wonderful transformation must first incarnate, and the person who incarnates must first aspire to the way..."
The pain became more and more intense. Li Ang shook his palm and dropped the Langhao pen in his hand, sprinkling a bunch of ink spots on the white rice paper.
"Master!"
Chai Chai stepped forward to support the shaky Li Ang, who gasped and murmured: "I can find it, I can find it...
Right there, frontal lobe. "
