There are a lot of annotations in the text, taking up nearly half of the book, but they clearly explain the easy mistakes and difficult parts of the exercises; the remaining half are basic introductions for beginners, as well as meridians diagrams. , acupuncture point diagrams and a series of illustrations.
Shuguang reminds you carefully that the full text of the Zhenfa Zhengjue must be recited to the point of being memorized fluently, and its annotations must be carefully read and fully understood to avoid misunderstandings and going astray in practice.
Song Yi still had some questions in her mind. She was very curious about the unknown, so she asked Shuguang directly: "What if I can't remember it, and I thought it was just looking at the exercises directly. Why is there such a long annotation?"
Shuguang answered quite confidently: "If you can't remember it, just keep memorizing it until you can remember it. We pay attention to scientific cultivation of immortality. In order to reduce the loss of death and injury due to being possessed by magic, each technique has been jointly compiled by the Academy of Immortal Science and compiled by the great monks. Correction, it is extremely normal to have comments.”
"When you return to Kyoto, I will give you four books: "Three Thousand General History of Immortal Cultivation", "Introduction to Immortal Cultivation", "Basics of Immortal Cultivation", and "Practical Training Tutorial on Immortal Cultivation". You can find common knowledge about the world of Immortal Cultivation in them. "
"These books are must-read classics for cultivators of immortality. They tied for first place in 'The Most Readable Books in the Cultivation World' and 'Representative Must-Read Books in the Cultivation World' that year. Memorize them well."
Song Yi's eyes darkened.
This is a direct dream back to high school. No, it may be even worse than in high school.
She sighed softly. Her understanding and memory were not bad. If the education level in her hometown was not very low and her family always dragged her back to work in the village, she might have been able to do it with her high-school energy. Take a serious exam.
After flipping through each page of the exercises, she turned her attention to the page of basic knowledge.
She has always felt that no matter what she learns, basic theory is the most important. As long as the foundation is laid well, there is no need to worry about the rest. Everything else will extend outwards based on the basics.
She didn't major in medicine in college, so it was a little difficult to memorize those complicated illustrations and it took a lot of time.
"Sit cross-legged to calm the mind, relax and be natural. Lips and teeth are lightly closed, breathing is slow, hands must be firmly held, eyes must be leveled, gather the divine light, and reach the heart of heaven."
She read it carefully. If she didn't know a word, she would look it up on her phone. She quickly became immersed in it.
Even the noisy sound on the high-speed train could not enter her ears.
After an unknown amount of time, Song Yi felt some pain in her neck. She put the exercise technique on the table, raised her head with her hands and twisted it a few times. After two "clicks", she suddenly felt much better.
An old man with gray beard and hair on the left looked very kind. When he saw Song Yi finally raised his head, he spoke very naturally: "Little girl, is this a medical book you are reading?"
Song Yi heard the voice, but didn't take it to heart. She didn't think anyone would strike up a conversation with her. She drank water and was about to continue studying hard.
The old man wondered if his voice was too low and the girl didn't hear him.
When I saw this girl studying seriously, I thought of my good granddaughter whom I hadn't seen for several years. I glanced at it casually and found that the book she was reading was a meridian chart with the Dantian.
Is she a warrior?
No, this kid doesn't look like he has practiced martial arts.
Out of curiosity, the old man repeated what he just said, louder.
Song Yi, who was drowning in the sea of knowledge, finally heard the old man's voice.
He raised his head and blinked twice to relieve fatigue. Looking around, there were mothers coaxing their children to sleep, men sleeping with their legs crossed, and young people playing games with their heads down...
Not seeing any other girls reading besides her, Song Yi was sure that the old man was asking her. A surprised expression appeared on Song Yi's face, and she replied calmly: "No, I'm reading a novel."
The old man glanced at the book Song Yi placed on the table suspiciously. Could it be that he had mistakenly read it. It was an illustration in the novel?
It shouldn't be. He is an externally powerful martial artist, and he won't be so dim that he sees things wrongly when he is old.
The old man did not ask about the book, but instead said: "Little girl likes to read novels? My granddaughter also likes to read these. You and my granddaughter look alike, and they are adorable."
Shuguang reminded: "Xiaoyi, this person is a warrior in your world. Your world does not have a system of cultivating immortals, but there is also a kind of extraordinary power called the martial arts system. Warriors can be divided into acquired realms and innate realms, and acquired ones have external realms. The two levels of Jin and Nei Jin, the peak of the warrior's Xiantian realm are about the same as the first level of Qi refining."
"I thought you wouldn't be able to touch this level for the time being, so I haven't told you yet. This old man's strength is estimated to be that of a peak external warrior, and you can't beat him now." Shuguang paused and added.
Hearing this, Song Yi's hands trembled slightly, and then she answered the old man seriously: "Yes, I like reading novels, and I should have many common topics with your granddaughter."
The old man smiled, stopped talking, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Song Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After signing the contract with the system, he felt that the whole world had undergone earth-shaking changes.
No one bothered her after that, and Song Yi's heart sank. She recited the exercises much faster, and she finally mastered them all before the high-speed train arrived at the station.
The ordinary life that I had lived in Blue Star for more than twenty years was suddenly overturned. Now even warriors who only appear in fantasy novels have appeared.
I don’t know what surprises there are in this world.
Song Yi lowered her eyes and her eyelashes trembled. She was the most magical person, the only immortal cultivator in Blue Star.
"Every passenger, the train has arrived at Anqing Station. Please take your luggage and valuables and go to the right door in the direction of the train..." A broadcast rang, and a gentle female voice announced at the high-speed rail station that Song Yi had arrived in Anqing City, Province Y.
Carrying a lot of luggage, Song Yi stood quietly at the exit of the high-speed train, and couldn't help but feel a sense of things being different.
At that time, she only focused on escaping from this terrible place and hurriedly arrived in Kyoto, which she knew nothing about, with the train ticket given by the village chief. At that time, she was so nervous that she did not even take a closer look at what the train station looked like. Now when she looks at the high-speed rail station, she just feels In fact, nothing more than that.
After changing stops one after another, almost half a day passed before Song Yi arrived at Xiaohe Town.
The town has changed a lot. Many of the small bungalows in the past have been transformed into three- and four-story self-built villas. Even the roads have been rebuilt. She went around twice but still couldn't find the house of the village chief's relative.
Song Yi was standing on the street carrying large and small bags. It seemed that she was here to visit relatives, but the people in the town were cold and no one stopped to ask her who she was looking for or waiting for.
Finally, he stopped a kind-hearted lady who looked older to ask. Only then did Song Yi find out that the village chief, a relative, had also sold his house and moved away to who knows where.
As for the village chief, the aunt doesn’t recognize him.
After hesitation, she asked a few cadres who used to live in the town. Most of them had passed away. Except for a few people who were not sure who they were, the aunt only knew one person who was still alive and living in the town. She gave Song Yi the direction. Then he told me how to go.
Finally asked for his address, Song Yi smiled and gave the aunt a small box of candy cakes, and hurried over without waiting for her to refuse.
When she arrived at the door of this dilapidated one-story bungalow, she was still a little nervous for no reason. She took a few deep breaths and finally calmed down.
'Dong-dong-dong. Song Yi knocked on the iron door three times.
"Who is it?" An old male voice with a thick accent came from the house, and the footsteps came from far away.
With a creak, the hand with age spots opened the iron door, and a thin and old face was revealed.
