More than one picture?

"At such a young age, I have quite a lot of experience..."

Mr. Xun thought to himself.

"Since you know, I won't say more. This visualization picture is a sacred thing treasured by my Taixu Sect. Don't open it casually, especially in front of outsiders."

"Go back to the disciple's residence, light the incense, and then open this picture. Visualize this picture. It will be beneficial to your spiritual thoughts."

"There are not many truly 'clean' visualization pictures in this world, please take a look and cherish them."

Mo Hua was a little flattered and said: "Old sir, can you just give me such a valuable thing?"

Mr. Xun was speechless and glared at Mo Hua angrily:

"What do you mean by 'giving' it to you? I'm lending it to you temporarily. After you finish reading it and your consciousness has recovered, you can return it."

"Oh..." Mo Hua nodded.

Just borrow it, it's better to have something than nothing.

Mr. Xun handed the visualization chart to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua took it solemnly.

But when Mo Hua took over, Mr. Xun suddenly felt a panic in his heart, as if he was "sending a sheep into a tiger's mouth".

His hands froze, and he clutched the visualization diagram without letting go.

Mo Hua continued to visualize the picture with both hands, but when he saw that Mr. Xun did not let go, he was a little confused and asked, "Mr. Xun?"

Mr. Xun came back to his senses, glanced at Mo Hua subtly, hesitated for a moment, and then said seriously:

"Remember to come back."

"Don't mess with me..."

"Yeah." Mo Hua agreed, "Old sir, don't worry."

Although so far, none of the visualization pictures that I have seen or passed through my hands have been "intact".

But those are other people's visualization pictures.

Moreover, the pictures are full of little ghosts and ghouls, none of them good.

Those from my own sect are definitely different.

After receiving Mo Hua's assurance, Mr. Xun no longer hesitated and temporarily handed over the visualization diagram to Mo Hua.

The ink painting took it solemnly and put it away with great care.

Afterwards, Mr. Xun explained a few more words, then stood up and prepared to leave. Before leaving, he said:

"These days, take good care of yourself and go back to class when you feel better. But you must remember to make up for any missed homework."

"Practice is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. Don't slack off."

"Okay, old sir." Mo Hua said obediently.

"Right..."

Mr. Xun had already stood up. He took one last look at the ink painting and remembered something. After much hesitation, he confirmed:

"Is your consciousness stronger?"

Mo Hua was lying on the bed before, disturbed by evil spirits, and his spiritual thoughts were weak, so his breath was not obvious.

Now after chatting with him for a while, Mr. Xun clearly realized that the spiritual consciousness of ink painting is obviously deeper and more condensed than before.

"Well, my consciousness accidentally broke through again..." Mo Hua said.

Despite his expectations, Mr. Xun's heart skipped a beat.

Breakthrough again.

The cultivation level is not increasing very much, but the spiritual consciousness is making breakthroughs. As expected...

"well,"

Mr. Xun nodded happily.

In this way, we are one step closer to our arrangement.

Things that I thought were impossible before seem to have turned around now.

Mr. Xun was greatly relieved and full of expectations and said:

"You should take a good rest, and when your consciousness is no longer a problem, come to me again, and I will teach you the formation of the Eighteen Marks..."

Mo Hua shook his head, "It's not the Eighteen Patterns."

Mr. Xun was startled.

"I accidentally broke through a little more..." Mo Hua whispered, "Now I have nineteen lines..."

nineteen……

Mr. Xun felt his chest was suffocating and he almost couldn't breathe.

Nineteen patterns of divine consciousness?

From seventeen to nineteen, breaking two realms in one breath?!

Mr. Xun took a deep breath, his eyes filled with disbelief.

My cultivation has just reached the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, and my spiritual consciousness has already reached a level that is almost at the peak of Foundation Establishment?

That boy named Zhuang...where did he find such a humble disciple with such "unbelievable" spiritual abilities?

Thank you to boss pharcyde for the reward~

With tears in my eyes I owe more.

(.)

Also, I would like to recommend a book written by a friend, Mortal Flows Immortal Heroes. If you are interested, you can read it~

"Everlasting Immortality"

【Mortal flow】【Indigenous people】【No system】

An ordinary country boy was lucky enough to embark on a journey to immortality.

How should he, with mediocre qualifications, overcome obstacles on the road to immortality?

Looking back thousands of years later, it’s already——

Wan Dao ascends to immortality and walks alone on the blue clouds!
Chapter completed!