Conquer the world with beauty [Transmigration Book]

An ordinary yard.

Sitting in front of Mr. Wu, Jiang Xiaozhou stood up and saluted: "I made senior worry."

Wu Laocuo waved his hand: "Du Guo shot too hard. I have already punished him. In short, you are fine." He didn't say how to punish, and Jiang Xiaozhou naturally wouldn't ask.

"The junior is already fine."

"Even if this is exposed for the time being, I called you here today precisely because I promised to teach you the method of tempering your spiritual consciousness a few days ago." Wu Laocuo said in a deep voice: "Nowadays, monks pay more attention to spiritual roots and fetal bones. , except for those who major in puppets, there are very few people who cultivate spiritual consciousness. After all, it takes too much time to cultivate spiritual consciousness, and there are many dangers. If you are not careful, you will be enchanted by the slightest, and demented if you are serious. Don't you know that the stronger the spiritual consciousness People who are more able to comprehend the laws of heaven and earth better and seek the Dao."

The mild one is possessed by demons, and the severe one is dementia?Jiang Xiaozhou wondered, Mr. Wu's mistake could be the opposite.

"Enchanted... what does it mean?"

"It is to become a demon cultivator." Wu Laocuo said slowly: "The demon cultivator has nothing to do with the demon race, it is a different cultivation method. The damage to the spiritual consciousness is often irreversible and irreparable. There is no perfect divine consciousness." Consciousness, according to the normal method of cultivation, will only get twice the result with half the effort. Therefore, they have to find another way and find some unconventional methods."

Is this what Moxiu is like? Jiang Xiaozhou pondered for a moment, that's right, he didn't seem to have heard any words that Moxiu everyone shouted.

"However, there are very few people with impaired spiritual consciousness, and even fewer can become demon cultivators alive. Moreover, most of their cultivation methods are treacherous and cruel, and some even feed on practitioners, so demon cultivators are not popular."

"If Moxiu is like this, why not attack them."

Old Wu laughed, his chubby face couldn't even see his eyes: "Why do you want to attack them? This is just someone else's cultivation method. They have to go this way. And those cultivators under the sun , there are countless possibilities, don’t you just kill and loot all day long? Let’s just talk about you, don’t you have a few lives on your hands?”

"But they are innocent..."

"Before Yanhe Fengbuxi Peak collapsed one after another, do you know how many insects, fish, birds and beasts died in it, they were innocent, and those spirit beasts that harmed the fish in the pond were not innocent? Oh, you also roasted a few red cranes through mountains, they Your life is not your life?" Wu Laocuo said in a warm voice: "I didn't mean to blame you, but I just wanted to tell you that those monks killed by the demons are like the red cranes that were killed by you. Most of them are the same."

Jiang Xiaozhou: "How can humans and birds and beasts be the same?"

"Under a saint, everything is an ant, and the red crane piercing the mountain is stronger than a monk in the Qi refining period."

Jiang Xiaozhou: "..."

"Not all people can support each other. Either grab, kill, or cooperate." Wu Laocuo squinted his eyes and said: "There are only a few ways for monks to survive. Think about it carefully. , is it similar to those animals without sanity? When strength becomes the only benchmark, the cultivation world will operate according to the rules of strength. And the lower the level, the more serious the straightforward plunder. For us, Instead, they will be inclined to seek cooperation. If Baiyu Twelfth Floor is willing to condescend, Sifang Feiyu Academy can show its sincerity at any time and seek a common way forward."

"Hatred is nothing compared to interests."

A cold light flashed in Wu Laocuo's eyes, and then he smiled slightly, turning into his usual amiable look.

"It's useless to say something, but it's still old."

Jiang Xiaozhou tensed his body slightly. This senior is indeed not as reclusive as he appears on the surface. In fact, he has absolute control over Sifang Feiyu Academy and is the real master of the academy.

"To cultivate spiritual consciousness, one must first understand what spiritual consciousness is."

"That is your own power, which is more sensitive than spiritual power and easier to control."

"Spiritual roots are divided into gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, and spiritual consciousness is also divided into strengths and weaknesses, but what distinguishes them is the character of the master, not the constitution."

"As far as I know, those with a firm mind will have stronger spiritual consciousness, and cultivating divine consciousness will also create willpower. And if you practice deeply, you will even have the power to directly change the world." Wu Laocuo said with some regret : "Spiritual consciousness is far more important than everyone imagined, but unfortunately there are not many monks involved in it."

Jiang Xiaozhou vaguely felt that when he was in class, the teacher said on the podium: "Chinese/mathematics/English... are more important than you think." This feeling.

As expected of the dean of Sifang Feiyu Academy.

Wu Laocuo stood up, grabbed his hand, pulled Jiang Xiaozhou up, and then took a step forward.

The small courtyard in front of him suddenly disappeared and turned into a silent mountain forest.

The shade of the trees covering the sky, the flocks of birds, the drizzling streams, the neighing insects and beasts, the moist and sweet air.

"Is this an illusion?" Jiang Xiaozhou blinked.

Wu Laocuo let go of his hand and said with a smile, "Are you sure this is an illusion?"

Jiang Xiaozhou squatted down and picked up a touch of soil with his fingers. The brown soil was still wet with dew.

He walked a few steps forward, and he could see the disciples coming and going from the edge of the mountain forest. Looking back, he saw a tall peak standing behind him. This was the fairy peak where Wu Laocuo lived - Duxi Peak.

This mountain forest and Duxi Peak are perfectly integrated, as if they were born there.

Jiang Xiaozhou pondered for a moment and asked, "Is the yard before that an illusion?"

Wu Laocuo nodded approvingly. To think of this incident shows that Jiang Xiaozhou is at least a little savvy: "The courtyard before is not an illusion. They all exist."

Jiang Xiaozhou showed a shocked expression, and then slowly pondered.

"Compared to using aura more keenly and gaining insight into the rules, this is the embodiment of the power of divine consciousness. The world in your eyes must be different from the world in my eyes. Therefore, lies and truth are also relative terms."

The system had said similar things to him before.

It says true or false, right or wrong, let me make my own judgment.

Two people raised this question one after another, and Jiang Xiaozhou had to pay attention to it.

In the end, what I saw was not the truth, or rather, not the whole truth.

Mr. Wu patted him on the shoulder by mistake: "I'll think about this kind of problem later, now I'll let you see how the cultivator who manipulates the consciousness kills people."

He looked up at the sky, and saw a bird flapping its wings. Wu Laocuo concentrated for a moment, then the bird screamed and fell straight down.

Jiang Xiaozhou: "...?" What's going on, he didn't see any fluctuations in Wu Laocuo's aura.

If this trick was used on a human body, Jiang Xiaozhou would gasp, it would be impossible to guard against.

Wu Laocuo pointed his mouth at the place where the bird fell, and said, "Go and pick it up."

Jiang Xiaozhou hurried over and picked up the bird. The bird was dead. It had a scar running through its chest, and a simple sharp knife stuck in it.

Wu Laocuo raised his hand, and the sharp blade disappeared without a trace.

"Is it a sharp blade made with spiritual consciousness?" This move is similar to Jiang Xiaozhou's Changshui Jue, but the Changshui Jue needs the blood in the body to turn it into a sharp blade, which is completely created out of thin air.

"That's right." Mr. Wu nodded.

That mountain forest or that small courtyard was also created with spiritual consciousness, but these were just two of the worlds that Wu Laocuo showed him. Maybe there are more other worlds hidden in this space.

"Then this method is very suitable for killing people."

It turned out that Mr. Wu made the mistake of saying that he was not good at fighting, which was really too modest.

"That's right, there is one person who uses his consciousness very well."

Jiang Xiaozhou subconsciously asked, "Who?"

"Fang Hong Porridge."

Jiang Xiaozhou was startled.

Wu Laocuo added: "Didn't you just say that Moxiu, Fang Hong's porridge is Moxiu, but he doesn't eat people." He prefers to eat steamed stuffed buns.

"It seems that Moxiu is not popular." It seemed that everyone who saw him avoided him a little, so Du Guo directly called him the God of Plague.

"This trick, I call creating something out of nothing."

Jiang Xiaozhou asked expectantly: "Then how will the younger generation practice making something out of nothing?"

Wu Laocuo took his hand and took another step forward, and they returned to the small courtyard.

"You sit down first."

Jiang Xiaozhou sat down.

"Be still."

Jiang Xiaozhou started to run the most basic method of tranquility, which is a method that allows people to quickly enter meditation, and basically everyone knows it.

Mr. Wu almost misjudged him and asked, "What do you like?"

Jiang Xiaozhou said without hesitation: "Barbecue."

"..." Mr. Wu made a mistake: "Just keep it simple."

Jiang Xiaozhou pondered for a moment: "Flowers."

"It's better not a peony." Wu Laocuo muttered softly, and then said to him: "Imagine there is a flower in front of you."

Jiang Xiaozhou opened his eyes, stared at the void, and imagined that there was a small flower there.

Wu Laocuo asked softly, "What color is it?"

Jiang Xiaozhou said: "The blue one."

Mr. Wu wrongly asked: "How big is it?"

Jiang Xiaozhou said: "Finger length."

Mr. Wu wrongly asked: "How many petals?"

Jiang Xiaozhou said: "Five petals."

Mr. Wu wrongly asked, "What's the taste?"

Jiang Xiaozhou said slowly: "It seems to smell a little early in the morning..."

Wu Laocuo said: "Change it out."

Jiang Xiaozhou got out of the dazed feeling in an instant.

"what did you say?"

"Create it out, use your power to pull the flower you just imagined from illusion to reality."

It's really something out of nothing.

Jiang Xiaozhou scratched his head in embarrassment, this is a little different from the cultivation method he imagined.

Wu Laocuo nodded: "That's it. When you can create this flower, you will be able to practice it out of nothing. You practice first, and I will go back and rest."

Jiang Xiaozhou watched Mr. Wu walk into the house by mistake. Since he said so, Jiang Xiaozhou had no choice but to sit on the stone bench, stare at the void, and think hard.

After he was under pressure, it was even more difficult to imagine the flower, and the state after that was not as immersed as when Mr. Wu was wrong.

But he was not in a hurry, instead he kept this silly-looking posture.

Out of nothing.

Before his eyes, a blue flower suddenly appeared.

The author has something to say:

Jiang Xiaozhou: This method of cultivation is too difficult for my materialistic self.