To put it more precisely, Jing Jiu could go back to the days when he was at the Shenmo Peak, lying on the chair and sleeping every day from this afternoon.
He had absorbed a great deal of data from the interplanetary network and the hidden network, so he needed some time to digest them.
It was dark for others when they closed their eyes, but he could read books with his eyes closed.
When Zong Lizi thought that he was asleep, he was reading a book on physics written by a deceased master at the Science Academy of the Federation of the Milky Way.
Jing Jiu had witnessed the scene on the lawn. He knew the reason why the girl with silvery hair was in a bad mood.
Though the yuanqi testing instrument was destroyed, she was well aware of her Cultivation state.
The initial state of the humans in the Federation of the Milky Way was divided into twelve levels. The students at the New Era Institute had to enter the sixth level before they could become the exchange students and learn the advanced Cultivation methods at the higher universities. If they could break through the twelfth level at the university, they would be qualified to enter the weightless environment of the space and strive for a higher Cultivation state.
Zong Lizi was in the fourth level at the moment, far from the sixth level.
She had been in poor health since her childhood, suffering from a serious blood disease. Her gene modification was unsuccessful, so Cultivation was extremely difficult to begin with. As a result, her improvement in her Cultivation state had slowed down considerably. It was not because the silver-colored computer had opened up a brand new interplanetary network for her, nor was it because of the endless fashion magazines and cosmetics shopping information that delayed her Cultivation; it was because she had never had any hope in her Cultivation state. It wasn't until she was criticized by that teacher in public this afternoon that she came back to her senses and began to take the matter seriously.
She was like a fish that was about to fall into the bottom of the cliff and finally began to wiggle its tail with all its might; but most of the fish had become the corpses at the bottom of the waterfall in the end.
Jing Jiu's gaze fell on the wooden door. He saw through it easily and saw the scene inside.
Zong Lizi wore a blue camisole and tight pants. She was standing on one foot with her eyes closed, her left leg slightly bent, posing in a strange posture.
The thermostat in the room had not been repaired yet, so the wind was strong at times and weak at others. Her silvery hair tousled in the wind one moment and drooped down the next, which was probably similar to her mood at the moment.
About ten minutes later, she put down her left leg and panted twice painfully, and then posed in another posture.
This was the most basic Cultivation method in the Federation of the Milky Way. The principle was to stimulate the potential of the body to the extreme and then to nurture the energy.
The Qi mentioned here was vitality.
When Yuan Qi accumulated to a certain level, the strength of the human body would be greatly enhanced. Only then would one be able to freely control their body in low gravity or even in space. If he cultivated to the stage of releasing inner Qi, which was the latter half of the twelfth level of the initial realm, he would be able to learn combat skills in that kind of environment.
As far as Zong Lizi was concerned, it would be something that would never happen in the future.
Jing Jiu did not know the general knowledge of cultivation in this world because he did not care.
Over the last few days, Jing Jiu had chosen to ignore the knowledge related to Cultivation on the Internet. However, he had heard Zong Lizi mention it a few times.
Looking at the exhausted silver-haired girl in the room, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, thinking that this was even worse than the fist technique practiced by the outer sanctum disciples at the South Pine Pavilion.
However, this was clearly not a problem with the cultivation method. Rather, the human bodies in this world were too weak.
However, the thin and slender body under the blue camisole was somewhat pleasing to the eye.
Jing Jiu pulled back his gaze and closed his eyes to continue studying the special book on physics. Meanwhile, he was thinking about which paper he should start with.
It didn't take long before the door of the room was pushed open. Zong Lizi walked out from the room. She opened the refrigerator and opened a bottle of ale. She gulped down half of the bottle and belched loudly, a pleasant expression showing on her face.
The belch echoed in the room for at least one and a half seconds before dispersing completely.
Zong Lizi was startled as well. Her face blushed; it was unclear if it was because of the alcohol or her embarrassment.
Jing Jiu opened his eyes and asked her, "Have you finished practicing?"
The embarrassment on Zong Lizi's face turned into frustration, as she said, "I can't even complete ten basic movements, and the test is coming soon. How can I pass the sixth level?"
Jing Jiu intended to say something, but he didn't in the end.
Zong Lizi sat by Jing Jiu with the ale in her hand. "How did you practice?" she asked him while staring into his eyes.
He had said that he was in the eleventh level of the initial realm.
Almost none of the students of his age at the New Era Institute had passed the sixth level.
Even if the cultivation resources up there were much better than here, his talent was still a little too exaggerated. Perhaps he had some kind of secret from the Aristocratic Families.
She thought to herself.
Jing Jiu thought to himself, 'Even if I tell you how I practice, you won't be able to learn it.' He asked, "How do you practice?"
Seeing that Jing Jiu was willing to answer her question, Zong Lizi felt energized. She put the cup of ale under the tea table and got closer to Jing Jiu. She told Jing Jiu about her Cultivation, and said in the end, "It is said that the profundity of the Fire-Observing State lies in the fact that one can see the fire clearly. Only when the Zhen Yuan is circulating inside one's body and can reflect on oneself can one enter the sixth level; but I can't do it no matter what."
"It's not as clear as watching the fire." Jing Jiu stepped back and said, "It's watching the fire from the other side of the river."
Zong Lizi was taken aback, wondering if the name of the Fire-Observing State could be explained in such a manner.
Suddenly, she thought that Jing Jiu might have used this method to express his attitude.
— — Isn't watching you die the same as watching you burn?
What does your matter have to do with me?
Zong Lizi thought she had understood what Jing Jiu was implying. She stood up, feeling bored, and went back to her room with the bottle of ale in her hand.
Jing Jiu took a look at the closed door of the room, and decided not to bother with her anymore. What Jing Jiu said about watching the fire from the other side of the river had a deeper meaning. To reflect on oneself, one must first enter a trance and calm down their inner yuan; only then would they be able to use their spiritual awareness to check on their own bodies. This was the method of the Zen sects to enter a trance state, and the sword work would eventually lead to the Sword Ghost Way.
If Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui had heard these words, they would have understood it instantly, and Yuan Qu would have understood it after thinking about it for a while. Yet, this girl with silvery hair didn't understand it at all. Her aptitude was extremely poor.
In the dead of night, Jing Jiu opened his eyes and rubbed between his brows. He got up, pushed open the door, and walked to the bedside, looking at the girl with silvery hair coughing under a thin quilt.
After looking at her for a while and making sure that the toxins in her blood had not multiplied and expanded, Jing Jiu waved his hand to let her fall into a deep sleep.
He listened to the unpleasant sounds coming from the air vent of the fake window, which sounded like the bellows.
Jing Jiu took off the dust cover and used his fingers as tools to repair the thermostat in a short time.
Then, he came to the head of the bed and picked up a wet paper towel to wipe off the dust and oil stains on his fingers, and then pointed his finger toward the center of Zong Lizi's brows.
The tip of his finger emitted a warm glow; it looked more like a pearl than a firefly.
The light from the pearl gradually passed through the wall and entered the girl's body through the center of her brows.
Zong Lizi furrowed her brows slightly, seemingly in pain, but she didn't wake up.
Jing Jiu pulled back his finger, picked up the bottle of ale on the cabinet, and turned to leave the bedroom.
After throwing the bottle of ale into the dustbin, Jing Jiu was about to lie on the chair and continue reading the textbook on physics; but he suddenly found that his tracksuits were a bit dirty.
The tracksuits were stained with dust and oil stains when he repaired the thermostat. The words of the brand on the chest of the tracksuits looked like they had been scribbled by someone, looking very uncomfortable.
Jing Jiu had devoted all his attention to his studies in the last few days, so he was a bit tired and easily distracted. He ignited the sword fire reflexively in an attempt to burn the oil stains and dust off the tracksuits. In the next moment, he remembered that this was not Chaotian, and the tracksuits were not the white sword robe made of the natural worm silk.
Chi!!! He turned into a burning man, illuminating the room and the dark and gloomy street outside the window.
If someone happened to be nearby and peeped at him with the telescope, they would be blinded by the light.
The tracksuits made of a mixture of synthetic fiber and artificial cotton were burned into a puff of green smoke under the exceedingly high temperature of the sword fire, leaving nothing behind, not even ashes.
Looking at the photo in the cabinet and his own reflection in the eyes of the large yellow cat, Jing Jiu thought that he would have to go to the street to pick up a new set of clothes.
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The next morning, Zong Lizi woke up before the alarm clock had rung. She got up and walked to the door, but she found something odd.
She didn't stay in bed that day, nor did she feel tired. She didn't even rub her eyes or stretch her body; she didn't even yawn or curse.
What was going on?
When she found that the bottle of wheat wine she had drunk the day before had been thrown into the dustbin, she felt even more bewildered.
It was then that Jing Jiu walked out of the study room.
Seeing the white tracksuits on his body, she asked curiously, "When did you buy the new clothes?"
"The day before yesterday," replied Jing Jiu casually.
Zong Lizi didn't think too much about it. She washed up as quickly as she could, ate breakfast and took the medicine. Then she found that she could do things very quickly, and she didn't have any intention of slacking off.
"I'm filled with an unknown force."
She continued while looking at Jing Jiu, "I think this force is called hope."
Jing Jiu said after some thought, "It's up to you."
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The street lamps shone on the dark and gloomy street. The birds chirped softly, waking up the desolate world. The two of them brought the silvery computer to the school.
Zong Lizi's mental state was obviously different from a few days ago. She walked with the wind, her silvery hair tousling.
She leaped onto the cliff, walked through the woods and the lawn, and arrived in front of the library. She turned around and waved goodbye to Jing Jiu, saying, "I'll try my best! I'll definitely succeed! You have to try your best too! "
Jing Jiu thought of the female characters in the comics he had read on the Internet, and thought that he had indeed infused some yuanqi into her yesterday …
Was this the origin of the girl with yuanqi?
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I wish everybody a happy and full of yuanqi every day! After entering the new world, I've been writing happily every day … hahahaha.
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