Tian Wenjin can complete the condensation of cyclones and flying with a sword within two days; Li Shiyin can find the sense of qi overnight and the sense of objects in the blink of an eye.
This is called talent.
Qin Ran spent a month reading various classics, and after he had a clear understanding of the matter of Qi, he spent another week to find the Qi sense, and then spent half a year to condense the Qi cyclone. As for the sense of things, it was much faster than finding the sense of Qi. He spent ten days reading various classics, and only took three days to find the sense of things.
This is called stupid.
Sometimes the gap between people may be even greater than the gap between people and dogs.
For example, at this moment, Qin Ran was looking at a kitten that was stealing his skills and feeling the energy running through the cat's body. He had to admit that his talent was far inferior to that of the cat.
Alas, no, I am not a cat, I am the seventh-level demon king, the Xuanming Linghu.
Li Shiyin opened her eyes and saw the sword floating in front of her. She then used her magic power to control its rotation awkwardly.
The dreamy purple star power flowed out from her forehead, pulling out a long purple ribbon in the air, connecting to the Qingxing Sword. The Qingxing Sword slowly changed from a jerky rotation to a gentle swing, and then gradually pulled away.
After a while, it was the first time that Li Shiyin felt the object. The Qingxing Sword was too far away from the main body. She finally lost control of it. After struggling in the air, she fell to the ground.
She stood up, picked up the sword, and performed a standard sword dance. She turned around and struck a handsome pose, then smiled and asked Qin Ran, “Master, do you think I’m awesome?”
Qin Ran looked at Li Shiyin. The cold light of the rainy day shone in from the window and onto her face, but it couldn't hide her sunny smile. With red lips and white teeth, her smile was particularly bright.
"Bang!" He felt his heart hit his chest hard.
He quickly turned his head away, not looking at her, and said, "There's nothing to be proud of. The formula I taught you last night is a formula for nurturing spiritual consciousness. Spiritual consciousness is very helpful for controlling the sword and sensing objects."
"Hmph, boring!" Li Shiyin stopped posing and sat back on the sofa.
Qin Ran continued, “That nameless formula is the ultimate secret of our Danfeng. It has always been passed down only to the first master…”
"Only pass on the title of the first seat?" Li Shiyin grasped the key point, "Does it mean that I will be the first seat of Danfeng in the next generation!?"
"I'm not dead yet!" Qin Ran glanced at her, signaling her not to interrupt him, "This mantra is very powerful, because it can enable low-level cultivators to directly condense their spiritual consciousness.
"What is Divine Consciousness
This thing is the perception of the Yuanshen after the Yuanying becomes a spirit. It is a sixth sense that is higher than the five senses of the human body, or perhaps the vision of the soul. "
Qin Ran was quite impressed. “The person who created this technique is truly a genius. His understanding of the soul, perception, and consciousness is incredible.
"I really don't understand what the principle is... As for the name of the technique, how Danfeng got it, and what will happen next, I don't know anything. If there is a follow-up, maybe I can understand its inner principle."
Li Shiyin didn't understand, but she could sense that it was very powerful. She said, "Then Master, I will help you with the follow-up later."
Qin Ran ignored her and continued teaching: "The spiritual consciousness of low-level cultivators can only flow within the body. Only when it becomes divine consciousness can it leave the body. When the inner spiritual consciousness becomes divine consciousness, it is a qualitative change. The world you see is no longer the same. Refining pills, swords, weapons, and array formations will all have qualitative changes..."
"But Master, I don't feel that the world is different..." Li Shiyin asked doubtfully.
This slow-witted girl had no self-awareness, so Qin Ran was too lazy to scold her and just said, "In addition to invisible changes in perception, spiritual consciousness can also directly control things... You can try to control the sword with spiritual consciousness."
“Oh…” Li Shiyin looked at Qin Ran and stopped teasing. She closed her eyes, found her little bit of spiritual consciousness in the sea of consciousness, led it out from between her eyebrows, and drilled into the Qingxing Sword. Following the formation inside the sword, she used her magic power to control the sword and flew the sword.
But as soon as the flying sword rose up, it fell heavily!
“Hiss…” The consciousness bounced back to the sea of consciousness like a stretched rubber band. Li Shiyin cried out in pain, covering her forehead and shouting, “Master, Master, it’s too heavy, I can’t hold it!”
"Can't catch it?"
Why
Qin Ran was puzzled. When he first cultivated his spiritual consciousness, the things he controlled weighed more than seven or eight kilograms.
Li Shiyin's talent is so much higher than his, why can't she even lift this flying sword
"Could it be that I am more talented in this area than my silly apprentice?" Qin Ran shook his head. He had a vague guess in his mind, but he was not sure.
"If you can't control the sword with your spiritual sense, forget it. Wait until your spiritual sense becomes stronger." He consoled her, "Anyway, the strengthening of your spiritual sense will be of great help to your magic power to control the sword."
Li Shiyin's headache went away after a while. She patted her forehead and shook it. The feeling just now was really uncomfortable.
When the Qingxing Sword fell, the tip of the sword was facing downwards, piercing into the ground a little and staying there.
Qin Ran went over and pulled it out, handed it back to Li Shiyin, and looked at the sword pit on the wooden floor, feeling a little distressed, but just said:
"Once you have a sense of things, you can practice flying with a sword. Just practice it yourself. It's just like skateboarding. You'll get it with more practice."
"Skateboard?" Li Shiyin took the sword, looked outside, and pouted, "Master, it's raining!"
“You can go to the second floor to practice.” Qin Ran said.
"Oh, yes!" Li Shiyin nodded and ran to the sports room on the second floor holding the Qingxing Sword.
After watching Li Shiyin disappear into the stairwell, Qin Ran sat down on the sofa. He looked at Zhuifeng who was sitting on the coffee table and gestured for him to come over.
Zhuifeng licked his paws and jumped onto Qin Ran's thigh.
"I'm not surprised that you can practice..." Qin Ran put his hand on Zhuifeng's fur and said to Zhuifeng, "But what kind of practice do you want to do
"So what's your attribute? Dark attribute? But I've never heard of dark spiritual roots. And, your meridians are different from ours. Can you practice human skills?"
"Meow~" Zhuifeng called out.
Qin Ran looked down at him, Zhui Feng looked up at him, and the man and the cat looked at each other. Qin Ran knew that Zhui Feng wanted to say something, but he couldn't understand.
"Brother, can you speak Chinese?" Qin Ran lifted Zhuifeng up and said with a smile, "So, I still have to teach you how to speak."
"Meow meow!" Zhuifeng yelled twice.
Qin Ran understood what he said. It was the student's deep disgust for the act of attending class. Zhuifeng must have said "no".
“Hehehehe…” Qin Ran laughed perversely, put his face on Zhuifeng’s furry neck, rubbed it, took two deep puffs, and said, “Kitty, the more you resist, the more excited I get! I must teach you to speak, and I must teach you to speak Chinese!”
"Meow meow meow..." Cat tribe's dirty words.
Qin Ran was sucking the cat and Zhui Feng was struggling desperately. Suddenly, there was a ping-pong sound from the second floor, followed by Li Shiyin's screams:
"Master...save me..."
The sound of glass breaking and Li Shiyin's screams were clear at first and then faded away.
"It's over, my stupid disciple has flown far away!" Qin Ran was shocked and quickly let go of Zhuifeng. He opened the window and looked up. Under the dark clouds and in the rain, Li Shiyin was like a kite with a broken string, swaying and floating into the distance.
The situation was critical, and Qin Ran had no time to think. He used his skills to catch up.