The wind picked up at noon, and I was flipping through the book for no reason. A paperweight was pressed on the faded indigo book cover in time to prevent the incomplete pages inside from being blown away. The young man wearing a green robe took back his hand and continued to finish gluing another paper book that had fallen off in his hand. Next to him is a girl who is half lying down. Her long curly hair is scattered on her slender back. The diffuse sunlight illuminates the exposed ears between her hair. Her shoulders rise and fall with her breathing, as if she is sleeping. It's normal.
However, she actually did not fall asleep. If she walked to the other side, she would see her rubbing a jade slip with her right hand, and unconsciously rubbing the huge soft pillow under her with her left hand. That was the result of Rong Tong's practice of intermediate transformation skills a few days ago. She almost went through this step of using light and shadow to create illusions for the eyes. When it was her turn to solidify and fill the solid body with air, she failed repeatedly. She could never master the density, volume, and quality well. etc. The air in this world probably has its own ideas. If you let it solidify into a cup, it can compress itself into an air bomb and explode on the spot. If she hadn't been quick and quick to set up a defensive barrier first, Lang? Zhipanji's bonus value would have been lost. Urgently exchange for forgiveness?
At that time, Daoist friend Zhang Wei who was standing next to her couldn't stand it anymore, so he extended a helping hand and took her spiritual consciousness along the way - it was like teaching her to write step by step - and finally managed to produce such a qualified product.
Faced with this embarrassing situation, Rong Tong silently tightened her waistcoat while comforting herself - she was just a rookie who picked up the account of an old player. Even if he was still a gold medal, he still practiced hard, and the two of them There is no comparison in skill proficiency...
"'Past events' can manipulate people's memories at will; 'glimpses' can share what others have seen..." She muttered something out of habit, and after finishing the last two spells, she wrote "Mind Technique· "Zhong", a spiritual textbook from Kunlun back then, was almost copied.
"Principal Daoist Brother Rong, it's better to sit upright. Pindao once had a friend who studied like this, and his eyes got worse and worse." The young man reminded you leisurely.
Rong Tong is still lying half dead. Human energy is limited. Doesn't learning give priority to supplying the brain, and can't the other parts just be put wherever they want?
"It doesn't matter, you don't need your eyes to read the jade slips." She said plausibly.
It seems that when I flipped through the paper book before, I didn't look like this soft-legged shrimp.
There was a look of helplessness in the young man's eyes, but he stopped trying to persuade him. The vague experience in his long memory told him that female classmates would not listen to such an old father's preaching.
"Hey, I don't understand?" Rong Tong put down the jade slip in his hand, "These spells are so practical! Why are they all being shelved?"
"Don't you think it's unethical to use magic to spy on people's hearts?" the young man asked.
"Then all offensive spells hurt living beings. Isn't life inferior to the so-called human ethics?" Rong Tong straightened up, crossed her hands and stretched upwards. She twisted her neck and said nonchalantly. : "Offensive spells can be both weapons of massacre and divine weapons to protect oneself and the common people. The same goes for spiritual spells, right?"
"For example?" Zhang Daoyou has always had the spirit to break the casserole and ask the question.
"Improve efficiency." Rong Tong put down his hand and looked back at him. "We communicate information and express feelings generally through language and gestures. This kind of communication requires time to learn grammar, rhetoric, and reading comprehension, not to mention causing The loss - simply put, it means that the words do not convey the meaning and the misunderstanding occurs, and the resulting misunderstandings often lead to unnecessary disputes."
"What if we could directly project our thoughts to others? Wouldn't all the above problems be solved?!" A light of excitement flashed in her eyes, "Trans-regional and cross-language communication, and even teaching... this It is a brand new change, and spiritual power spells are the forerunner of the change!"
"But that can easily cause mental confusion in the human brain, right?"
"Protective measures and mental barriers, these are the problems that need to be solved technically." Rong Tong regained his indifferent expression, "Anyway, I just said it casually, I'm afraid that this idea will be seen by most people in the cultivation world. It’s too shocking.”
Fellow Daoist Zhang Wei, a representative of passers-by in the world of cultivation, did not express any horror that "this woman's shocking words should be tolerated by the world". Of course, he did not seem to be so shocked by her "foresight and brilliance" that he "fell to the ground and was willing to serve as a hero from now on." "Lao"... He seems to be born with a calm temperament. No matter how wonderful the idea, no matter how advanced the consciousness, it feels like being thrown into the abyss when you hear it. Let alone feedback, it is rare to hear even a sound.
Rong Tong felt a little embarrassed at first. This sense of dissociation emanating from his bones meant that their relationship so far was limited to "relative acquaintances and less than ordinary friends."
But later on, I didn’t care anymore. It’s understandable that people are quiet by nature. The time we spent together became a little longer, and we even felt comfortable. Just like the white birch trees encountered by chance in the wild fields of smoke and grass, the lone traveler puts the trivial emotions that have been scattered along the way into the hole of the tree and continues the journey with his backpack. The birch tree just grows quietly. Perhaps to it, those emotions are insubstantial and insignificant, but to the traveler, it is somewhat meaningful to clear the luggage and lighten the load.
"By the way, when I was sorting out the book list yesterday, I saw "The Art of Mind Part 2". It seems to be on the third floor of the second cabinet from the left behind you." The young man mentioned it intentionally or unintentionally after finishing a book.
"Really?" Rong Tong jumped up and went to search.
"It's true! I spent the whole afternoon looking for it last time, but I gave up!" She happily took out the jade slip, "Thank you!"
Just as she was about to put her consciousness into it, the Qiankun belt around her waist suddenly flashed with white light, almost piercing her eyes.
"I'm sorry, someone seems to have sent me a message." She slyly took out her message slip with white light from the Qiankun belt. In an instant, a strong will of command pressed into her consciousness.
——"There is an order from the Law Enforcement Hall, and it is said that Master Ziguang from Wangyue Peak has always come to the hall to inquire!"
