When Wang Qi woke up from his sleep, his face was not very good.

Zhen Yanzi was a little worried: "Don't you repair the fork, right? After all, your realm is not high, so you can change the cultivation method at will......"

Wang Qi waved his hand, put on the ring with a solemn face, and then went to the dining room for breakfast.

At this time, three days have passed since Zhenyanzi passed on the ancient inheritance to Wang Qi. After Wang Qi made some improvements to the cultivation on the first day, he didn't do anything superfluous. He lived every day strictly according to the rhythm of eating, sleeping, reading, and fighting mobs. In addition to practicing the plagar before going to bed every day, he didn't seem to have any effect on him.

However, Zhen Xianzi clearly saw that every morning when he got up, Wang Qi was preoccupied.

Could it really be that he changed the cultivation method at will, and the practice hurt the soul?

Zhen Yanzi was a little apprehensive. What kind of treatment he can have in the future depends on what kind of achievements Wang Qi can have, if Wang Qi is so stupid, he will not be pleased.

Wang Qi ignored Zhen Xianzi and muttered all the way. When he arrived at the dining room, he asked for a plate of fried rice, brought it to the table, and did not eat it, but used chopsticks to pull it in the rice.

"Morning, Xiao Qi Meow!" Mao Zimiao saw Wang Qi, and immediately rushed to him with elbow food, accompanied by the sleepy-eyed Wang Zhenqi.

"Hmm. Wang Qi nodded, in response.

Wang Zhenqi's breakfast is fried rice like Wang Qi. She was lying on the table with her head resting on the edge of the plate, and her hands were pulling the rice grains into her mouth for a while: "Purs...... Miao: I think I'm dying......"

"Who told you to procrastinate and meow. Mao Zimiao was talking to her friends, and the corners of her eyes were still secretly looking at Wang Qi. However, soon the girl was very sensitive to discover the strangeness - Wang Qi had been pulling fried rice, but he didn't take a bite of it.

Mao Zimiao immediately asked with concern, "Xiaoqi, do you have a bad appetite?"

Wang Zhenqi was dissatisfied: "Ah Miao, you are too partial...... I'm sick to death......"

Wang Qi let out a sigh of relief, ate two bites of rice, and then stared at the fried rice again, as if he was studying the content of the fried rice.

"Xiao Qi?" Mao Zimiao called again, this time waking up Wang Qi.

Wang Qi was shocked: "Oh, Azimeow, something?"

"Xiao Qi, why are you weird, meow?" Mao Zimiao doubted: "You used to eat very quickly, for fear of wasting time, why are you so ...... today?"

Wang Qi glanced at his fried rice again: "I'm studying this pattern......"

Mao Zimiao curiously leaned over to take a look, and found that a good plate of fried rice had been turned over by Wang Qi, and the pattern could not be seen at all. Wang Zhenqi shouted: "Oh my God! It turns out that the legend that the person who seeks the Tao and is crazy really exists!"

In the Immortal Path, as long as a monk says the words "I'm thinking," then whatever he does will be understood. No monk would laugh at a man who is preoccupied with a problem.

A similar ethos is also associated with the Geometric Demon Lord Jimid. The Demon Lord is an ancient law cultivator, and he still needs the support of pills. But when he was refining pills, he couldn't help but draw pictures with furnace ash, and he didn't know how many pills he had refined, so that after the demon lord ascended to the immortal path with erudition and miraculous skills, he would never refine the pill.

There is also a similar story of the Yinghuang Gate, the "Vessel of the Dao" Pei Gen.

Yinghuangmen, a local sect on the island of the extreme west. The Yinghuang Gate is enshrined, and it sounds like an ordinary title. However, when these two dirty terms are linked to another person, they can immediately become golden—and it was Newton, the Venerable Master of Yuanli, who later obtained this title. Pei Gen's "Great Dao Instrumental Learning" is also one of the cornerstones of today's law, and the Venerable Yuan Li's "The Arithmetic of the Great Dao" was also influenced by it.

Legend has it that when Pei Gen traveled to the West Sea, he saw a bright reef and thought of an arithmetic problem, so he calculated on the reef. Unexpectedly, the reef began to swim faster and faster. Only then did Pei Gen realize that what he was facing was a dragon turtle of Mahayana level and dragon blood. In order to keep his arithmetic, Pei Gen had no choice but to fight with the dragon turtle for 300 rounds, and then he reluctantly killed the dragon turtle.

It is precisely because of such monks that the Dharma is constantly evolving. Nowadays, countless monks of the Immortal Dao are vying to follow suit, and it has become a trend.

As long as you love to learn, ask questions, and use your brain, it is also a strange thing to imitate the sages on the street.

Seeing Wang Qi behaving like this, Mao Zimiao and Wang Zhenqi were not easy to disturb. This is, Zhen Yanzi asked, "Boy, why do you have to think about arithmetic problems in the morning?"

Wang Qi stared at the fried rice and pondered for several minutes, scratched his head in distress, and then seemed to give up, completely without the spirit of a certain sage's "don't touch my circle", and ate without caring about the figure he had drawn. As he ate, he explained: "I woke up in the morning when I was inspired. ”

"Inspiration?" "What did Masako think?"

Wang Qi nodded in affirmation.

Zhen Yanzi asked, "It's useless to think about it?"

"No, it's useful. Wang Qi chewed the rice fiercely, quite gnashing his teeth: "However, such a useful thing, but I don't know the principle, it's uncomfortable!"

Wang Qi's method of contemplation is to visualize a complex diagram of fire and fire clouds, outline it in the soul, so as to dominate the power of the soul, and then use the soul of guò to unify the aura of heaven and earth.

After his first practice, Wang Qi made a big deletion of the method of contemplation, abandoning the function of absorbing aura and refining mana—not to mention that compared with the current Fa cultivation, even in the ancient Fa, the cultivation of the Contemplation Method is relatively slow. And the mana of the Xuanmen cultivated cannot be compared with the quality of the mana of today.

What Wang Qi really values is that it may be useful in terms of heart holding.

I don't know if it is the natural fit between the Taoism and psychoanalysis of this world, after Wang Qi used the Seven Deletions and Eight Reductions of the Flame Cloud Qi Diagram to settle down, he really felt that a certain part of his mind was enhanced, and then he clearly grasped every thought in his heart, perceived the birth and death of every emotion, and faintly perceived the "root" of these thoughts.

The manifold of the product is reflected in the beginning.

In the process of discovering his subconscious, Wang Qi gradually grasped his negative psychology with common sense, and his demons gradually disappeared.

If you are an ordinary cultivator, you should be satisfied at this point. But Wang Qi is not. He began to ponder another question.

How does this work?

Drawing pictures can cure mental illness?