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Qin Shuang tried hard for a long time and found that he couldn't pour the power of the sea of consciousness into the spiritual pattern of the little paper man. She raised her hand in confusion and took down the little paper man, and looked at it carefully. Slowly, a hint of clarity appeared in her eyes, and she finally discovered that she had made a slight mistake when drawing this spiritual pattern.
So he put the discarded spirit pattern aside, picked up the spirit pattern pen again, dipped it in cinnabar and began to draw. Qin Shuang has already calculated that eight small paper figures can be drawn on a piece of spiritual pattern paper. But now that she has bought five, she can afford to waste it.
but…
Her second test failed again, but Qin Shuang was not discouraged. She carefully looked at the spirit patterns on the paper figures again, comparing them with the patterns in her memory, as well as the thickness of the lines, arcs, straight lines, and corners. …
When there was only the last place left on the first piece of spirit pattern paper, Qin Shuang felt that he had finally drawn the spirit pattern of a little paper man perfectly. He confidently cut out the little paper man with scissors, then placed it between his eyebrows and activated the power of the sea of consciousness.
"Buzz..."
Qin Shuang felt the power of his sea of consciousness swarming towards the little paper man, causing Qin Shuang's head to feel a faint pain. The pain didn't last long, about fifteen breaths.
Although it was only fifteen breaths, Qin Shuang found bitterly that nearly one-half of his sea of consciousness power had been poured into the little paper man.
When Qin Shuang took the little paper man out from between his eyebrows, he immediately felt a connection between his sea of consciousness and the little paper man.
But Qin Shuang didn't care about this at this time. He jumped up from the chair, put away the spirit pattern pen, spirit pattern paper and cinnabar, then spread out a piece of paper, and put "Confucianism and Taoism" on the He put the pen and ink on the table, took out the pen and ink, and then thought about it, and saw that the little paper man immediately grew up to be as tall as a musical instrument. Then he walked to the desk, stretched out his hand and started grinding it. After grinding, he took He picked up his brush and dipped it in thick ink, and began to copy "Confucianism and Taoism".
Qin Shuang's eyes opened wider and wider. She discovered that although this paper man looked different from you, the font he wrote was exactly the same as her own. After copying a page, he still knew how to turn the page.
But Qin Shuang didn't want to let it continue, because Qin Shuang knew that all the actions of this paper man would consume the power of the sea of consciousness poured into the spiritual pattern. Just copying a page through it consumed the power of the sea of consciousness. Qin Shuang calculated the power, and estimated that the paper man could last three days by copying with this kind of consumption. If it exceeds three days, it must be re-infused with the power of the sea of consciousness.
Qin Shuang immediately stopped the paper man, and with a thought, the paper man became the size of a palm again. Qin Shuang put it away close to her body and thought about it for a while. She couldn't study the spirit patterns tonight. She needed to restore the power of the sea of consciousness, so she returned to her bedroom, took a sip of jade liquid, and began to practice Taoism. , restore the power of the sea of consciousness.
It was dawn the next day.
After Qin Shuang had breakfast, she went to class and met Jiao Huang, Tong Wenchao and others. They greeted each other and looked much more affectionate with each other. But when he went there and didn't see Wang Song, Qin Shuang asked:
"Senior Brother Jiao, where is Senior Brother Wang?"
Jiao Huang's face showed pride as he said, "Senior Brother Wang has been promoted to Class B."
A look of envy appeared on Qin Shuang's face. He nodded, chatted with Jiao Huang for a few more words, and returned to his seat to sit down. At this moment, Tong Wenchao, who was sitting in front of her, turned his head and whispered:
"Junior sister Qin, have you heard?"
"What did you hear?" Qin Shuang looked at Tong Wenchao in confusion.
"Anshicheng was caught!"
"Who is Anshicheng?"
"He's from Class B-7. He was caught last night, beaten with a hundred sticks, and then expelled from the Confucian Academy."
"Why?"
Tong Wenchao lowered his voice and said: "It turns out that he is a warrior, and he still practices in the house every night, and was caught by the inspection team."
"Inspection team?"
"you do not know?"
"I don't know!" Qin Shuang shook his head.
"The inspection team is composed of teachers with strong souls and a certain awe-inspiring aura. They inspect all students who violate the rules of the academy, especially those warriors who have sneaked into the Confucian academy. If you find one, deal with it."
Qin Shuang frowned and asked, "Since An Shicheng is practicing in his room, how could the teacher of the inspection team find out?"
"Then An Shicheng is an idiot. I heard that he only cultivated in the Qi Sensing Stage before. During the Qi Sensing Stage, all he cultivated were souls. Naturally, no one can find out, because we Confucians also cultivate souls. But that kid is in the Confucian Academy The breakthrough reached the stage of introducing Qi into the body, but he continued to practice.
What warriors cultivate is spiritual power, and what we Confucians cultivate is awe-inspiring aura.
Junior Sister Qin, you don’t know yet, right? "
"Do not know what is this?"
"Don't look at the difference between the inside of this Confucian Academy and the outside. In fact, there is a strong aura of awe-inspiring energy in this Confucian academy. The aura of awe-inspiring energy and spiritual energy are different. When he is practicing in the stage of introducing Qi into the body, he will naturally absorb the heaven and earth. When the spiritual energy enters and quenches the body, there may not be any obvious changes outside.
But where is this place
This is the Confucian Academy. Over the past three thousand years, I don’t know how much aura has accumulated. He was naturally discovered when he was absorbing spiritual energy there, so he was caught. "
Qin Shuang's heart beat violently. It turned out that practicing in the Confucian Academy was still dangerous. He will soon break through to the stage of introducing Qi into the body. If he doesn't know about such a thing and is caught by then, it will be really troublesome.
However, I felt relieved when I thought that I had not yet reached the stage of introducing Qi into my body. At this time, the teacher walked in, and Tong Wenchao also turned around hurriedly. Qin Shuang also calmed down and began to listen to the lecture seriously.
After eating in the cafeteria at noon, Qin Shuang came to the West District Art Academy and told the manager that he would finish his work today and not come back tomorrow. Despite the fact that the manager kept pulling a face, when he heard that Qin Shuang was no longer working, that pulling face became anxious. It was not easy to find a sixth-level spiritual pattern master like Qin Shuang in the Confucian Academy. So he hurriedly said:
"Qin Shuang, why don't you do it anymore?"
"It's such a waste of time!" Qin Shuang said simply, "It's delaying my study."
The manager gritted his teeth and said, "I'll give you another point, giving you eleven points."
"Don't do it!"
Every time Qin Shuang saw the manager in the past few days, he always had a straight face, as if someone owed him a point. This made Qin Shuang feel very uncomfortable, so he refused decisively.
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