Heavenly Dao Formula

Facts have proved that Xia Fan's choice is correct.

When he mentioned this to the shopkeeper, he found that there were only a handful of vacant rooms, most of which had already been reserved by the descendants of those aristocratic families, and the rest were either upper-class wing rooms with very high asking prices, or lower-level rooms with poor ventilation and lighting. house.

In addition, even for the smallest single-bed room, the charge is as high as one or two silver per day.

Xia Fan now finally understood why the invigilator had to write not to interfere with the daily life of the villagers into the examination rules. If this kind of black shop was moved outside, they would be smashed to pieces within a few days.

According to this line of thinking, the three meals a day provided by the shop may also be scenic spot prices. If the ten taels of silver brought in are not carefully calculated, it is estimated that they will not last until the end of the exam.

The disciples of the big sect are not short of money, but under the restrictions of the rules, silver has become an important resource.

Whether to use it to maintain their own good condition, or to exchange information, must be judged by the candidates themselves.

Xia Fan found that he seemed to have figured out the thinking of the test organizer.

Compared with the scientific examination where you ask me to answer, and the military examination where you take up a weapon and take it, the scholar's examination obviously places more emphasis on the comprehensive ability of candidates.

It is more free, but there are more things to consider, and the answer is not only the only solution, as long as it does not violate the rules, it can be done in any way.

For people of this era, this kind of testing method may be very strange, but for Xia Fan, it is not surprising—he prefers this method that depends entirely on individual performance than simply testing the ability of spells .

He took out three and a half taels of money, and directly booked a three-day house, plus dinner tonight.

Rushing from Fenghua County to Qingshan Town can be described as a long and busy journey. Since there is plenty of time, it is better to have a good night's rest to restore the state to perfection.

Back in the room, Xia Fan couldn't help curling his lips.

As expected, everyone picked out the remaining houses. I don’t know if the size is Wuping or not. A narrow bed and a wooden table are all the furniture. The floor is slightly higher, about three meters above the ground, and the windows are also opened so high that it is impossible to reach without stepping on the table. It is impossible to enjoy the scenery outside while practicing.

However, the room as a whole is very clean. There are no cobwebs in the corners of the beams, and there is no dust at the foot of the bed. It is undoubtedly much better than those unattended thatched houses. It seems that the Privy Council's money is not wasted. Another advantage is that it is located at the end of the corridor on the first floor, at the corner of the entire hotel. It is the quietest place in the hotel, very suitable for cultivation.

Thinking of this, Xia Fan simply put down the package, climbed onto the bed and meditated.

Ever since he was adopted by the cheap master, this kind of practice has never stopped, no matter the cold, heat, rain or snow, it has been fifteen years.

This is also the way to get started with all kinds of dharmas in the world—introducing Qi into the body.

It sounds old-fashioned, but the ancestors believed that the universe was first opened, the chaos turned into two, the heavy ones became accumulation, and the sinking and gathering became dead things. The light one is qi, which floats up and spreads all over the universe, and condenses into living beings. Although living things are born of qi, they also lose the activity of qi. Therefore, if they want to strengthen themselves, they must re-master the method of absorbing qi, so that they can constantly cleanse themselves, so as to re-establish the connection with qi.

This set of theories is somewhat similar to the rhetoric that Tao produces one, one produces two, two produces three, and three produces all things. It seems extremely idealistic, but the problem is that qi does exist.

In fact, being able to perceive Qi is the prerequisite for entering the alchemist threshold.

Xia Fan still remembers the night when he saw Qi under the guidance of his master - under the sky full of stars, something more striking than stars suddenly appeared. They were not like clouds and mist, but more like another kind of stars: The light spots flicker with each other, fluttering with the wind, densely packed, innumerable. Only in the distance of the field of vision, they will be connected together to form a state of Qi.

That was the day when his original common sense was shattered.

A series of questions flooded into his mind, like an erupting volcano, and he almost tried his best not to blurt out these questions that obviously exceeded the age range.

And he knew in his heart that even the master might not be able to give a satisfactory answer.

Since then, Xia Fan has put a lot of energy into cultivation.

Meditate day after day, even if you are hungry, you will not stop practicing, learn how to draw talismans, and learn everything about alchemists. Even the cheap master, who didn't pay much attention to everything, was shocked by his performance, and said that there are not many talented people in this world, but it is impossible for thousands of people to have such perseverance and understanding when they were young. Can't fault one.

Only Xia Fan knows that he has nothing to do with geniuses, that understanding comes from systematic education, and perseverance is just an accompaniment of age accumulation.

That's right, he once lived in a completely different world, and everything about that world is vivid in his memory.

It's just that he can't remember how he came to this era.

There seemed to be no clear boundary between the two, as if in the blink of an eye, and as if a long time had passed, when he opened his eyes again, he had become an orphan rolling in the mud.

Even the name Xia Fan was chosen for himself by using his past memory.

Fortunately, Master Cheap did not delve into this point.

He probably thinks that it is not too rare for a three-year-old child to remember the name given by his parents.

With his ability to learn one step ahead, Xia Fan quickly gained an overall understanding of the world.

Just because living beings are born of qi, it means that consciousness is born before the body, and after the body dies, consciousness may not necessarily return to the state of qi. In some special cases, consciousness can exist independently, or evolve into something else, such as sprites and ghosts. If not dealt with, they will continue to grow in the air, and finally cause harm to the world.

Although Xia Fan has never seen a monster that can really harm a place, he has also solved some small evil spirits with his master, and confirmed that they are not some folk tales.

In addition, since he practiced entraining qi so far, he can actually feel the changes in his body—whether it is strength or reaction, vision and hearing, they are far better than ordinary people. In other words, if it weren't for these changes, he might not have been able to wander all the way with his master in the era when the medical level was poor, and he might die of illness after being exposed to the rain, and he could tenaciously live to this age.

This visible improvement can be said to have further stimulated his motivation to practice.

If weight loss, which pays off for every sweat, is the most worthwhile investment in the world, then exercise that can improve the body's limit is obviously more worthy of attention.

After entering the state of practice, Xia Fan felt that those tiny stars were merging with himself. Through them, his consciousness seemed to have infinite expansion space. Every breath seemed to come from himself, and it seemed to come from world.

This sits for hours.

After eating the dinner sent by the store, he continued to return to the state of entrainment, which lasted until late at night.

Unfortunately, feeling Qi requires concentration, and it is not a substitute for rest, nor can you train while sleeping, so you still have to close your eyes obediently when it is time to fall asleep.

While half asleep and half awake, Xia Fan suddenly felt something strange.

He opened his eyes suddenly, only to find that the window hanging above his head was opened at some point, revealing a blood-red light and shadow from the window.

What the hell happened to this...?

He held the wooden sword in his hand, stepped on the table carefully, stood on tiptoe and looked out the window——

I saw a red moon hanging high on the dome, dyeing the earth scarlet!

At the same time, there was also a change in the small town—a lot of dirt bumps appeared on the ground, and these dirt bumps were pushed open little by little, and skeletons crawled out of the ground one after another, making terrifying strange screams.

Xia Fan couldn't help being taken aback.

This scene seemed familiar.

And those skeleton monsters, no matter how you look at them, reveal a touch of cuteness.

Wait, cute?

One of the skeletons seemed to have discovered it, turned around and jumped up, and rushed towards the window!

The next moment, Xia Fan sat up in shock and found himself still lying on the bed.

This is... a dream?

If it was a dream, it would be a bit too real. Both the clarity and the touch of the sound far surpassed the dreams of the past. Even after waking up, I can remember all the details.

He unconsciously raised his head to look at the window, and then his heart tightened slightly.

The window was indeed opened, and there was something extra at the window—it took him a few seconds to adjust to the dark environment before he could make out the outline of the black shadow.

It was a figure sitting by the window, and his eyes were focused on him. The reason for saying this is because in the pitch blackness, the most conspicuous thing is the other party's pair of golden eyes reflecting the faint light.

Xia Fan realized in an instant that this strange dream was related to the person in front of him.

Could it be...you are also a fan of picnics?

Picnic? What is that—no, why aren't you afraid? Unexpectedly, the other party responded quickly, and the voice was actually a...female, although the tone sounded cold.

Why should I be afraid of a group of Q version skeletons?

Xia Fan didn't know how to answer for a while.

However, the other party was willing to speak, which made him a little relieved. If the visitor was full of malice, he probably wouldn't wait until he opened his eyes again.

He groped around, took out a torch from the clothes at the foot of the bed, blew out the sparks and lit the candle on the table. The dim light of the fire immediately dispelled the twilight in the room and allowed him to see the appearance of the other party.

The visitor is not human - this is Xia Fan's first cognition.

Although she does look like a woman, the pricked ears on the top of her head are too eye-catching.

If the other party is not a cosplay enthusiast, this kind of species mixed with inhuman features is generally called a 魑, or a demon.

Dog? Xia Fan asked tentatively.

no respond.

cat?

The eyes that can reflect light at night are indeed very cat-like.

Still silent.

Wolf? He guessed again.

Enough, it's a fox! Her voice finally wavered.

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