After completely calming down his mind, he began to practice according to the "Meditative Heart". Even though it seemed that he was at the end of his life, he still longed to be able to make the future bright.

If there is a guardian of Mingguang here, you will be shocked. Chapter 1 of "Meditative Heart Chapter", it takes at least one month for ordinary people to practice to complete, but for Feng Qinglang, this chapter will be completed in just one hour.

Once known as the first genius of the Di Dynasty, Feng Qinglang realized that this was nothing. He even felt a strong disappointment on his face. Chapter 1 was perfect in cultivation and nothing happened. The sea water in the spiritual sea was still accelerating and shrinking rhythmically. After carefully examining the whole body, no special situation occurred.

As the night became darker, the abortion outside the window decreased slightly, but this world was still this world, and he was still him.

Feng Qinglang pursed her lips vigorously, without letting her sigh of disappointment. She looked up at the night sky, the bright moon, and the stars blinked at him sympathetically, and a faint bitterness swam across his body, and the lips finally bent into a bitter curve.

He fell on the bed in frustration and was too lazy to take off his clothes. He fell asleep so deeply. Before going to bed, he had the habit of fighting against fate, so he still picked up the meditation formula and worked hard to run it again.

The early morning sun in autumn is particularly warm.

The knock on the door, "dong-dong--" pulled Feng Qinglang out of his deep sleep. His first reaction was that he hadn't tried to sleep so hard for a long time, because it sounded like the knock on the door had been a long time ago.

What came from outside was Nan Yong's voice: "...Qinglang, get up and have breakfast." In fact, Nan Yong was also quite confused. Usually, Feng Qinglang woke up as soon as he called, and he didn't even need to shout. If you approach him, he would wake up automatically.

Feng Qinglang was about to respond and habitually checked his spiritual sea, and was stunned. For a person who sprinted to the end of death every day, he was already very familiar with the rhythm of the spiritual sea shrinking, but obviously, the rhythm today was not right.

The shrinkage is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, just like following the rhythm of a piece of music, but Feng Qinglang cannot hear that piece of music at all, so he has no way to master this rhythm at all.

His eyes suddenly shot towards the "Meditative Heart" on the table. Could it be that it really worked? In recent years, this rhythm of death has begun to change for the first time. Although it is very small, it cannot be hidden from Feng Qinglang.

I don’t know whether this change is good or bad, but if it can change, that is the biggest turning point...

"Dong-Dong-Dong-" Nan Yong outside the door was still working hard. It seemed that he was very satisfied with the breakfast he made today: "...Sunny, we have had breakfast and walked around?"

Feng Qinglang responded impatiently: "I'm staying in bed today!"

Nan Yong had to stop knocking on the door, but he wondered in his heart that the person who was staying in bed was as vague as he was, and there was no clear pronunciation like you.

When I turned around, I saw my young master holding the unknown diary, eating and reading, and I knew that my young master had committed an old problem again.

Feng Qinglang walked to the window ridge. The morning in the central garden became much quieter, but there were still a large number of students and instructors practicing in the morning. Multiple rules were dancing in this large space. The chirping of birds sounded in the melody of the morning breeze. Feng Qinglang took a deep breath and let his excited heart slowly calm down.

When I thought that disappointment had come, hope had quietly arrived. The changing sky of the morning glow seemed to be the scene of the glorious years in the past, and they were silently encouraging him.

He sat cross-legged on the chair again, closed his eyes in the morning glow, and started the meditation chapter again. When he was running, he paid special attention to any little changes in the sea of ​​spirit. He wanted to determine whether the meditation chapter was the music that changed the rhythm of the sea of ​​spirit.

Once, twice, three times...

Feng Qinglang repeated the first chapter of the Jingxin Chapter tirelessly, and I don’t know how many times he practiced again. He hurriedly withdrew until he heard the roar. It was the sound of his mind swollen. Haste would not be able to achieve it. He understood this principle. If he persisted, it would often only have a counterproductive effect.

But his mood was happy and he had basically been determined. The meditation chapter was a piece of music that disrupted the rhythm of the spiritual sea again.

However, he couldn't be completely happy because he still didn't know what the music was.

But Feng Qinglang felt that his whole body was much more refreshing. This was the first change in the spiritual sea in several years. This was the first change after he came out of a thousand years in a flash. As long as there was a change, his spiritual sea would have hope of restoration.

He recalled the whole process after the practice. He did not forget to continue practicing before going to bed last night. It should be an opportunity to start the Jingxin Chapter, which is equivalent to opening the key to the door. This is a special opportunity for him.

The Meditation Chapter has been practiced many times today, but the effect is not as good as that of practicing in a sleep state, which means it is more suitable for practicing in an unconscious state of the spiritual sea...

Feng Qinglang has extraordinary talent in martial arts, and soon analyzed all the opportunities, gains and losses and possibilities in the practice of the Meditation Chapter one by one.

As long as you collect all the remaining contents of the Meditation Chapter, you may know the melody of the music. Even if you still can't hear it clearly, as long as it can repair your spiritual world, that's enough.

For a moment, Feng Qinglang felt that life was still full of hope. Last night's gray thoughts swept away. He looked at the sky again, and it was still full of colorful clouds, but it was already sunset. It turned out that he had been sitting quietly for a day without realizing it.

At this time, the whole world seemed so vibrant and full of beautiful light, but in front of a flower bush downstairs, a girl bent down sadly, lowering her head, as if she was bent by the heavy life.

The passionate aura collided with Feng Qinglang's heart. Seeing the depressed girl, this aura couldn't help but rush into his throat. He shouted to the downstairs: "Hey, that girl, yes, it's you. You have to have the courage to persevere. Life is still full of hope! Yes, straighten your waist, raise your head, and look forward. As long as you persist, you will definitely see hope!"

The girl raised her head and saw a four-eyed fat man waving his fist and cheering around the window. She couldn't help but mutter: "I bent down and tie my shoelaces, too, is it a problem for me to tie my shoelaces? I'll ask me to tie my shoelaces..."

Feng Qinglang also found the problem and closed his mouth awkwardly. Then he found that his yelling attracted a lot of strange gazes. He quickly shrank his head back, but it did not affect his happy mood at the moment.

When I opened the door, there was a box of exquisite snacks on the dining table, and there was a note next to it, with Nan Xinghun's handwriting: Qingliang, I finished reading those diaries! I was very angry. I think there is still the word "justice" in this world. If not, let me do the way for heaven!

Why does it seem that Nan Xinghun is ready to do some unconventional things again.

Feng Qinglang just stuffed the first piece of snack into his mouth when he saw Nan Yong hurriedly opening the door and rushing in, breathing unsmoothly: "Qing... Qinglang, come quickly, young master... young master was beaten!"

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Chapter completed!