God Killer

() Right things are not necessarily things that must be done, and wrong things are not necessarily things that must be done. This is a human being, not a machine.

Zheng Xian was ruthless and ruthless. Back then, the ten-year-old doll burned his uncle's family of four to death in a fit of rage, and the days that followed were accompanied by bloody storms, but it was as if Zheng Xian hadn't opened his mouth to suck Zhang Ke'er's blood dry. , Zheng Xian also couldn't deal with the mother and daughter.

After returning home, Zheng Xian lay down on the bed and had a good sleep. It is impossible not to sleep, because the mental fatigue has already begun to consume a lot of vitality, so if you don’t sleep again, use this simplest, most effective and lowest-cost method to recover If the spirit is extremely tired, the consumption of vitality will be faster and faster!

When he woke up, Zheng Xian's mind was blank, and he had no memory of everything from the moment he lay on the bed to when he opened his eyes, which meant that he had slept too deeply.

Zheng Xian looked at the wall clock, it was two o'clock in the evening, and looked at the calendar, he actually slept for two whole days.

After this sleep, he was full of vigor and vigor, not only his tired spirit was restored, but also the functions of his whole body were refreshed. Zheng Xian had never felt so comfortable and wonderful, as if he had just been born. , all parts are brand new!

Zheng first ordered takeaway, ten dishes plus two buckets of rice, and ate them all like a storm, and then sat on the floor tiles, placing two pieces of jade that were almost identical in front of him.

These two pieces of jade are clean and moist, touching them is like touching pebbles in the water, full of moisture, but the color of the jade is not good-looking, the black and bulging does not have the translucent luster of jade, if it is not If it really has the texture of fish to the touch, these two pieces of jade are almost like made of paper shells.

Zheng Xian didn't know much about the quality of jade, but he guessed that the jade was of such poor quality that it shouldn't be worth much in the eyes of experts. No wonder the cook and his wife gave him the jade so easily. It was worthless to anyone.

Of course, it may also be because the jade was not sold out!

The shape and size of these two pieces of jade are basically the same, like two coins cast in the same mold, but the patterns on them are quite different. The patterns on the jade obtained from the cook and his wife run through from top to bottom. It looks like a zebra's texture, but the pattern on the jade piece obtained from the barber Zhang Qiang is in circles, like tree rings. Zheng Xian doesn't think this pattern is so wonderful, it contains What kind of secret is this? In Zheng Xian's view, it should only be related to the quality of jade. Just as no two trees with the same annual rings can be found in the world, it is impossible for jade pieces to be exactly the same.

"One year child god, mouth three bridges four!"

One-year child god, Zheng Xian knew what it meant when he first heard it. These jade pieces need to be opened with thoughts to enter, so this year child god should mean that one thought can open the jade pieces.

As for the three bridges and four, Zheng Xian was completely at a loss, unable to understand the meaning at all.

Now Zheng Xian is not completely ignorant of thoughts. Ever since he gained a little understanding in those tadpole words, Zheng Xian has obtained the method of absorbing vitality on the one hand, and realized some things about cultivating immortals on the other hand. Thoughts are one of the indescribable things on the road!

Anyone has an idea. It is a way to vent thinking into a certain power. To put it bluntly, it is to condense invisible thinking into tangible power. Just thinking hard like Zheng Xian before is completely using partiality If the power of thinking is to turn into thoughts and come out of the mind, it needs the participation of the power of vitality. Using the power of vitality as the foundation to strengthen the power of thinking is easy to say, but it is not easy to do.

To put it bluntly, an idea is a kind of power that is born out of imagination and supplemented by the power of vitality. Only when the imagination has the power to cut into the real world from the nothingness of thinking can it be called an idea.

Thoughts can be big or small, some thoughts are like fists, which can smash wine bottles in the air, but some thoughts are just a breeze, passing by in a flash, so light that they almost don’t exist.

If Zheng Xian wants to get into these pieces of jade, he needs to condense his thoughts, this is the first step.

Zheng first arranged the jade pieces, then sat cross-legged on the ground, eyes slightly closed, meditating intently, throwing away all distracting thoughts, trying to freeze his thoughts on one thing.

In fact, condensing thoughts and absorbing vitality are the most basic foundations of immortal cultivation. They are the skills that beginners of immortal cultivation need to master. Zheng Xian took a shortcut because of the cook, but taking a shortcut is not necessarily a good thing, at least At this time, Zheng Xian was in a blind spot, trying to figure out a way to start from the most elementary things. Some things can enlighten a cultivator with a word from the master or a simple sentence in the secret book, but Zheng Xian didn't have such a thing. Convenience, I have to work hard to find the slender path after bumping heads again and again.

Concentrating thinking is not like absorbing the power of vitality. As long as the cultivation is high enough, it can be achieved overnight. Concentrating thinking and cultivating thoughts is a skill that needs a long time of sharpening and training. That's all enough vitality.

Zheng Xian spent a whole day concentrating his thoughts and consolidating his thoughts. After a day, the veins on Zheng Xian's head popped up. If he hadn't already stepped into the sea, the blood vessels in his head might burst. .

During this day, Zheng Xian gradually shielded all complicated thoughts from his mind. Zheng Xian gradually began to master some skills, just like an old monk entering meditation, emptying everything in his mind, The rest is just a pure thought. It is very simple to say, but it is not easy to really want to do it. It is easy to maintain such a state of concentration for a second, but it is difficult to maintain it all the time. It's like keeping a beating heart motionless, it doesn't matter if it stops for a while, won't you die after a long time?

Zheng Xian spent another whole day trying to find a way to integrate the condensed thinking with the power of vitality. This is even more difficult. It was already difficult to fix the thinking in one state. Compatible thinking with the power of vitality, the original fixed thinking is instantly fragmented, there is no master to teach the secret, there is no secret book to refer to, this is really too difficult for Zheng Xian who only knows a general direction, it is impossible to do at all .

Zheng Xian was exhausted from concentrating his thoughts for two consecutive days, so he had to take a rest.This method of concentrating thinking is more tiring than asking Zheng Xian to fight a battle.

Zheng Xian rubbed his dizzy, swollen and painful head vigorously with his hands, and then a feeling of nausea and vomiting gradually invaded, Zheng Xian retched twice, took a bottle of ice mineral water from the refrigerator and poured it directly on the On the head, the icy cold water seemed to be poured on a hot stone, and bursts of steam rose up. Zheng Xian was like a red-hot iron bar suddenly quenched into the water, and his head was immediately cool. Then there were bursts of numbness, and the refreshing Zheng Xian let out a long breath.

Zheng Xian's heart suddenly moved. This bout of numbness had the same effect as Zheng Xian's condensed thinking that he had spent two days learning before.

Zheng Xian immediately thought of the scene he saw from which movie, a young man sitting under the waterfall, let the waterfall hit, and then calmly expel distracting thoughts!At first Zheng Xian felt that this was too stupid, but now Zheng Xian faintly feels that this is not a fiction.

Zheng Xian doesn't have a waterfall here, but Zheng Xian has other methods. Zheng Xian poured out all the meat in the freezer layer of the refrigerator, and then filled all the ice trays with water. After closing the refrigerator, Zheng Xian took a look. It was already two o'clock in the evening, and Zheng Xian spent two full days exhausting his brain power. This kind of mental exhaustion made Mr. Zheng feel strongly tired again. After taking a long breath, Zheng Xian fell on the bed and fell asleep. .

This time, Zheng Xian only slept for four or five hours, and when the morning sun shone into the room, Zheng Xian opened his eyes together.

Immortal cultivators recovered faster. At this time, Zheng Xian no longer had the pain in his head, nor did he feel nauseated.

Zheng first took out all the frozen ice cubes from the refrigerator. The ice cubes in each ice tray weighed dozens of kilograms, and the pieces were quite large. Zheng put half of the cold water in the bathtub, and then smashed the ice into pieces. Throwing all the broken ice cubes into the water, looking at the icy water with bursts of white air, Zheng first turned off the bathroom light and the door to disperse all disturbances, then took a deep breath, and lay down in the bathtub .

Sting, sting!

There were tingling pains all over his body, but these pains were just trivial to Zheng Xian. After Zheng Xian took another deep breath, his head sank suddenly, and his whole body sank into the bone-chilling water covered with ice floes.

At first, there were bursts of numbness, and when the numbness continued to spread, Zheng Xian entered a state of emptiness.

In this state, Zheng Xian felt that the world went away, and even his physical body disappeared, leaving only a single self between existence and non-existence.

A faint air swirled above Zheng Xian's head, and as soon as the air took shape, it shattered like a candle in the wind. Zheng Xian suddenly got out of the water and gasped heavily, his pupils became bloodshot at this moment. The blood was so red that it was about to drip blood. Zheng Xian's head was like a big steamer, with steaming mist coming out. The ice balls on Zheng Xian's head continuously melted and turned into water droplets, which evaporated before rolling into the bathtub. .

Zheng Xian crawled out of the bathtub with difficulty, his whole body was convulsed, and drops of blood began to ooze from the scalp on his head, his appearance was very frightening.