Legend of Yan Wu

The setting sun at dusk slanted on the earth, leaving the remaining warmth, vigorous and dim, and it was reflected on the face of a young man lying on his back. There was a trace of fortitude on the young man's immature face, and the brows looked so tender. delicate.

This person was Han Mo, and he spent almost a day in the market with Han Ling. Although he didn't buy anything, seeing Han Ling happy, Han Mo felt better unconsciously.

"Oh, it would be great if there was a place where no one would bother you to practice during the day." Han Mo murmured vaguely with a grass in his mouth. He couldn't wait to see the scroll that the teacher gave him. But it would be bad if someone bumped into him when he was practicing during the day, and the teacher didn't know why, so he repeatedly asked Han Mo not to reveal anything.

"It's getting late, it's time to go back." Han Mo murmured, got up and ran towards the Han family compound.

There was a meeting in the family today, and grandpa also attended it, and there was no one in the yard. Han Mo went straight back to the room, sat cross-legged on the bed, and couldn't wait to take out Najie from his arms. Han Mo didn't have the guts to wear such a precious thing on his hands blatantly, and only the Patriarch of Han Han's family wore the ring.

In addition to the things the teacher gave him, there are also some clothes and living utensils in the ring. Although they are very common things, Han Mo can't help but feel warm in his heart. The teacher is so careful with him, which reminds him of his grandfather , Grandpa takes care of himself so meticulously.

Han Mo took out the scroll, and slowly spread it out excitedly, then frowned, and exclaimed, "Hey, why is there nothing?"

Looking at the pure white scroll, Han Mo suddenly had many questions in his heart. Could it be that the teacher took it wrong?Han Mo checked carefully again, but after a long time, he didn't find half of the handwriting.

"Strange, how come there are no words? Then how to practice?" Han Mo scratched his hair in confusion, and shook the scroll.

Just as Han Mo was shaking the scroll, an unknown message forcibly poured into his mind, Han Mo only felt his mind sink, followed by a burst of dizziness.

"What's going on?" Han Mo asked a little puzzled, holding his painful head tightly with both hands.

After a long while, the pain gradually subsided, and Han Mo became more awake, and suddenly exclaimed happily: "Hey, it's so strange that the scroll can transfer information." Han Mo recalled the information in his mind, his face slightly surprised, Apparently the scroll was never used.

In fact, the scroll is like this. The information stored in the scroll is different from that of the book. The book is recorded with paper and pen, but the scroll is directly carved in it with spiritual power. If it is not activated, nothing can be seen.

That's right, Luoer City itself is a remote town, and Han Mo's status in the Han family is even lower, let alone used a scroll, even if he has never seen it.

Han Mo put away the ups and downs of his thoughts, slowly closed his eyes, and carefully read the information in his mind. It is still too early to practice, and the most important thing is to digest this information first.

I don't know how long it took, the sky was completely dark, and the room could not be seen clearly without a lamp. Only then did Han Mo slowly open his eyes.

The information in the scroll is quite detailed, starting from the most elementary level of cultivation, Han Mo saw a word in it many times, refining the gods.

Cultivating God is also cultivating divine consciousness. Since the teacher didn't name this volume of exercises, then I can choose a name for myself. It's called Lian Shen. At least there will be a name that can be called out in the future.

There are seven grades for refining the gods, which are one yuan, two qi, three talents, four phases, five appearances, six armors, and seven stars. However, Han Mo felt a little empty when he saw this. Harsh, Han Mo was really worried about whether he could succeed in cultivation, if he couldn't cultivate, wouldn't it be embarrassing for the master.

"I, Han Mo, are no worse than others. No one can tell for sure if I haven't practiced yet. Anyway, I must not lose face to the teacher." Han Mo said, clenched his fists, and practiced according to the information in the scroll without hesitation.

Slowly sink your mind, look at your nose, look at your heart with your eyes, return your heart to your spirit, and your spirit to your spirit, feel the surrounding things with your spiritual consciousness, it seems that there is a kind of power calling yourself, but it just can't be connected, just like a river The two people on both sides of the river look at each other across the river, and there is only a bridge to connect them.

Han Mo tried his best to sense this magical energy. Although he could sense its existence, he just couldn't get in touch. This phenomenon was the same as Han Mo's sense of grudge when he lost the soul crystal, and he was by his side but couldn't use it for his own use.

Time passed by every minute and every second, Han Mo seemed to have forgotten the time, and repeatedly used the method of refining the gods to get in touch with this strange power, failing again and again, repeating again and again, unknowingly, Han Mo Mo completely sank into his mind and entered a state of fake sleep.

"Strange, why did I come to this place again?" Han Mo opened his eyes and found that he had come to that white world again. This place, once or twice is considered a coincidence, but it is the same place every time, and I feel so sober.

"What on earth are you going to do? Why do you keep bringing me to this place?" Han Mo shouted into the empty space, with a trace of dissatisfaction in his tone, and he decided that all of this must be done by the mysterious person who spoke.

"Obviously you came in by yourself, so how can you blame me?" After a while, the strange voice sounded again, with an unexplained frivolity in the tone.

"I came in by myself?" Han Mo murmured puzzledly, and then recalled it carefully, and after a while he wondered: "You said I came in by myself, so why don't I know how I got in, and, what about you?" Who is it, why don't you come out and speak."

"I've already answered your question about who I am, and I can't tell you yet. As for why I didn't come out, it's very simple. You are not qualified to see me." The mysterious voice said with some disdain.

Han Mo was not angry when he heard the words, because he also felt that he was not qualified, but it was only for now, and he asked calmly, "Then what is this place?" It's weird, not to mention that people can float in the air, but at a glance, it's still a vast expanse of whiteness, and those who don't understand think that there is something wrong with their eyes.

"Here?" The mysterious voice said with some confusion: "You don't know what this place is?"

"How would I know." Han Mo said angrily. He had never heard of such a weird place before, and every time he woke up, he had never left the same place. Han Mo began to doubt whether it was Not a dream.

"You are strange. Isn't this your own sea of ​​consciousness? You don't even know the situation yourself." The mysterious man said jokingly.

"Sea of ​​Consciousness? What is it?" Han Mo asked a little puzzled.

"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense with you bastard, you can go out." The mysterious man left behind a word and disappeared, and then Han Mo came to his senses leisurely.

Han Mo opened his eyes, his face was a little dignified, the mysterious man said that his sea of ​​consciousness was there, although he didn't know what the sea of ​​consciousness was, but he was sure that it was on him, so the mysterious man was also in a certain part of his body. part?

Han Mo couldn't help worrying about the purpose of the mysterious person, whether he would cause danger to himself, and how the mysterious person entered his body.

"It seems that I have to wait for three days to ask the teacher." Han Mo breathed out lightly, whether it was a blessing or a disaster, if it was a disaster, he couldn't avoid it, let the soldiers come to cover the water and soil, thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, and once again used the alchemy , and continued to sense that strange energy according to the one-yuan cultivation route.

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