Ronan calmed down. He fiddled with the little paper man between his fingers and threw it back to the table after a few seconds: "Because the prism structure needs a certain strength. If the strength you give is equivalent to a steel structure, the best I can do here is Spider web.”
"Intensity is intensity."
Paper-cut is helpless. Of course he knows that the crux lies in the structural strength. Going further, it is the problem of spiritual interference on the material level. But these are just superficial phenomena!
Who can tell him what it would be like for a spiritual strengthener 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 stopped thinking. Mental issues are largely self-perception. If he himself can’t figure out what’s going on, it’s even less likely to rely on others.
The bad situation undoubtedly affected Ronan's mood. The next Frost River waterway exercise was simply disastrous. The quality was extremely poor. 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 to practice more. However, Bai Xinyan said nothing about this, allowing him to spend the last part of the treatment cabin peacefully.
"We have to learn something new tonight, so it's best to take a nap first and relax. By the way, don't be late." Bai Xinyan waved Ronan away while making medical records.
In the past, Ronan would probably have felt lucky, but now he is thinking more: Is this attitude part of the "fang (qi)" treatment? Sure enough, there are no taboos when it comes to dying?
Thinking of the results of the "peeping" two days ago, Ronan's mood became even worse. He really wanted to crack open Bai Xinyan's head and find out what kind of state he was in her eyes; or to have another "peeping" opportunity. How could that kind of opportunity happen every day?
With a mess of emotions, Ronan left Renai Hospital. We have made an appointment tonight to go to Boshan Tower to learn the art of breathing and breathing from the master of the monastery.
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 night.
After getting in the car, Ronan's first thing was to call his aunt and inform her that he would be staying at the gym tonight.
In fact, he had already used Xue Lei as a tiger skin yesterday and asked his aunt for leave to confirm the situation of "staying out at night". But he knew his aunt's temperament well, and now he wanted to make another phone call to comfort her. Otherwise, according to Ms. Luo Shuqing's wishes, for the first formal study, she would 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 is no longer as crowded as it was during the day. There are only about ten people there, all of them are drowsy, or they are lowering their heads and playing with their bracelets or playing games.
Ronan sat at the back and also lowered his head to fiddle with things. But what was different from others was that what he was playing with was not an electronic device, but a piece of green-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 true expert, it can be used against the enemy. Practicing with it is a little luxury.
But if you can really get 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 abundant 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 wrinkles, no detail can be hidden from him.
But under the influence of the soul power, the paper figure in his palm just rolled around half-dead and remained motionless. The soul power that almost crushed his body seemed to have no practical significance on the paper man's side.
"Why is it still like this?"
In the Frost River Realm, he had no problem blessing Xue Weilun and other special police officers; the effects of controlling magic talismans and affecting cat eyes, including his own mental shock, were also 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, so empty that it was difficult to see the real thing. On the contrary, his mind naturally extended out, crossed the deep void, and flowed in the sea of city lights, making his perception more real.
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 with such a magnificent galaxy structure, it couldn't stir up any waves when it was thrown onto the little paper man. The strength of the prismatic structure is still that of a spider web, and there is not even a sense of any connection between the two.
An invisible and cold barrier separates consciousness and physical objects, infinitely close but never truly integrated.
Just like dreams and reality.
Is this kind of power all false? 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 cut through the galaxy, not just within a radius of one or two kilometers. In the huge city, he has multiple fulcrums, including normal people, awakened people, sacrificial knights, crows, and dark side species.
They are hands-on and give feedback all the time.
How could such a perception be a dream?
Ronan was in a daze and came to the Shenyu Gymnasium on the upper floor of Boshan. It is already nine o'clock in the evening, and all the students in the gym have dispersed long ago. Only Xue Lei is still 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 at eight o'clock. It's actually early for you to come here, mainly because it takes a while to get started. Relax, come tonight I will protect you."
Xue Lei pulled Ronan inside. At this time, the lights in the front and atrium of the gymnasium had been turned off. Walking on the corridor in the late autumn night, it became increasingly quiet 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 assistant to the museum owner, and I also have a translator."
"Well?"
In a blink of an eye, Ronan and Xue Lei had already entered the backyard. The light of the figurine stone lamp shines in front of the court, and the light and shadow are separated, like an exquisite oil painting.
Xiu Shen Yu is not in the painting.
