The first female national teacher of waste material counterattack

Chapter 10 Contract Spiritual Pet (1)

The soul of the old man gradually became transparent, and the voice of vicissitudes became more and more distant, and the lingering sound lingered in this white space.

At that moment, Feng Qingcheng felt a slight sense of desolation in her heart for no reason.

The old man disappeared, and the white space also disappeared with him.

In a blink of an eye, it was still the dilapidated room, the same furniture, and some things, but they changed unconsciously.

The sun shone into the room, and the "Supreme Mirror" on the ground had been restored to its original state. All of this suddenly seemed like a dream.

Feng Qingcheng picked up the "Supreme Mirror" on the ground, opened the first page of the book, and there was the same sentence.

And the second page of "The Supreme Mirror" can be opened, and when you turn it lightly, all you see are densely packed small characters. She looked at it carefully and couldn't help being overjoyed.

When she first came to this world, she was ignorant of everything.

She is very interested in spiritual power, and this second page records in detail how to cultivate spiritual power and a brief introduction about spiritual power.

Feng Qingcheng tried to cultivate spiritual power according to the method in "The Supreme Mirror".

Sinking into the dantian...

Sinking into the dantian...

Soon, her body responded.

A hot current flowed slowly in the tendons, passing through the large acupoints all over the body, and covered the dantian with a layer of light red film.

Feng Qingcheng knew that she had succeeded!
However, she was not in a hurry, she was just running her spiritual power steadily.

The light red film began to transform into dark red, and when it slowly reached the peak of dark red, the dark red suddenly burst and turned into light orange again.

Feng Qingcheng felt that her physique was constantly changing, her own strength had grown a lot compared to before, and something in her body that had been clogged up began to disintegrate.

Feng Qingcheng stopped practicing, and with her photographic memory, carefully read the content of the second page of "The Supreme Mirror" from beginning to end, pondering the essence of it while reading.

Feng Qingcheng thought, she must find some books now.

For this world, it can be said that she knows nothing.

It is very necessary for her who was once a strong person and is now a weak person.

She can accept that she is temporarily a weak person, but she cannot accept that she will always be a weak person!
She has a heart to become stronger, so she is destined to never be a weak person!It is destined that her life will not be ordinary!
Feng Qingcheng walked out of the room slowly, looked at the sun that had just risen, and judged that her day in that space was only equivalent to a whole night outside the space.

Fortunately, it was only for one night, otherwise those nuns and maids might not know what would happen.

Squinting her slender peach blossom eyes, she remembered what the old man said to her before he disappeared...

right!Purple jade butterfly!It's Ziyudie!
Feng Qingcheng concentrated her mental power and said softly: "The supreme lord, the violet jade lord. The phoenix was nirvana, and she was reborn from the blood."

As soon as the words fell, a beam of purple light shot out from between the eyebrows, Feng Qingcheng subconsciously reached out to grab the purple light, and Feng Qingcheng grabbed the purple light in her hand.

Feng Qingcheng looked at Ziyudie who was caught in his hand, the corners of his eyes slightly raised, obviously a little excited.

The ghost said that this piece of purple jade took her to travel through time and space, but when she looked at the purple jade butterfly, she really didn't think there was anything special about it.

She really couldn't think of a clue, so she stopped thinking about it if she didn't.

After all, the old man said that all her questions will always find answers in the days to come.

Feng Qingcheng repeated the formula several times, but the purple jade butterfly in her hand did not move.

(End of this chapter)