Chapter 236： I have an aura

Mo Fan Jin Yi quickly, Buddhism began to teach Mo Fan to meditate.

The best age for meditation is six years old. The reason why Bu Shi didn't teach Mo Fan at first was because Mo Fan didn't know enough about illusion. Nowadays, Mo Fan not only has an amazing learning ability, but also learns a lot of obstacles and has entered the threshold of true illusion.

Parsons originally thought that it would take him a year or two for Mo Fan to complete this step. As a result, the other party completed it in a few months.

The education that Mo Fan received from an early age tells him that the practice of illusion masters in the fantasy world does not have the step of meditation. And the ethnic people of the clan have never meditated and practiced, but just practiced simple eye-blocking techniques.

Meditation is the foundation of illusionists, but only a few illusionists in the fantasy world know this. As a result, decline has become an unstoppable trend.

"Master, why do n’t the current illusionists need meditation?"

"Not needed, I don't know."

"Master hasn't thought about teaching them?" Mo Fan was naive.

"The threshold for illusionists is not as low as you think. Meditation requires innate mental strength to be higher than ordinary people. Not only that, understanding is also important. If you can't awaken your mind, you won't be a true illusionist.

Meditation is a mysterious and mysterious process, but for Mo Fan, it is extremely simple. Soul power, spiritual power, who knows more than he uses?

During the process of meditation, the perceived force is called mental force, and this process is also called awakening. Nianli focuses on the inner five realms, but in the application of the outer five realms, Nianli can better perform the technique of the blind eye.

Mo Fan's speed of awakening was unexpected, but he was not too shocked. Mo Fan has a "mindful mind", with conviction, understanding, and talent. Awakening is only a matter of time.

"Master, can you do me a favor?"

He explained to him, and said softly, "To the teacher, Xiaofan does not need to be so polite. The master is like the father, Xiaofan's father is not around, and the teacher is Xiaofan's father."

Mo Fan thought of the identity of the two, twitched his lips, organized the language, "Master, can you help me monitor a child named Moze in our tribe."

"What's wrong? Did he make Xiaofan unhappy?"

"No, I think he's a little strange."

Interpretation was waiting for him to explain.

"That day, in the ancestral hall, I always felt that Moze had become a personal person. Before Master came, he told me that Master would definitely take him as a disciple. But Moze did not do so before."

Mo Fan said so, Bu Shi remembered the strangeness of one of the children. He felt an illusion on the other side. But the child, obviously, had never practiced illusion. The explanation is clear.

If Mo Fan didn't show up, the interpreter would probably choose him.

"And the day before Master came, I entered a fantasy world. In the world of fantasy world, Master accepted me as an apprentice, and then I also became a powerful illusionist in the illusion world. And, and ..."

Mo Fan blushed slightly, released a moment, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mo Fan said with a little embarrassment. "And, in the illusion, Master likes me very much."

Explaining slowly, "Don't Master like you now?"

"I know Master treats me well," Mo Fan said quietly, "but I didn't like it."

Suddenly, I didn't think of it anywhere else, just wondering, not this one, but which one?

Mo Fan gritted her teeth and said in a soft voice, "Master wants to be my partner."

Hearing this for a long time. Then there was a rage.

Xiao Fan was a child, so he arranged such a fantasy, and the insidious intentions were well known by passers-by.

Angrily blunt, ignores what Mo Fan said, he pursues each other's affairs. Perhaps he avoided it subconsciously.

There was no change in the expression of angry blame. Unless Mo Fan knew the other person well, he would not see the other person's dissatisfaction.

"Is Master angry?"

"No."

Interpretation is accustomed to hiding his emotions, he said no, Mo Fan did not know.

"Master, don't you find it strange? Why the day before I was apprenticed, I was pulled into a fantasy, and the next day Moze looked at me with a strange look, and he said that to me."

Did Moze tell him that sentence? Mo Fan was very clear. But if he didn't say that, his doubts about Moser would be inexplicable.

Although Mo Fan knew that he would believe him, but the other party had no memory after all. After all, it's better to be safe.

And, in the plot, the two were finally together. It is impossible for Mo Fan to say that he doesn't care at all. Although he already knew that the key point of the man's appearance was on him, as long as he thought that the name was placed with another name that did not belong to him, Mo Fan was always unhappy.

"Xiao Fan is right, I will let people notice him."

"Master, you said, who set up the illusion. You also said that there are not many illusionists who can truly illusion now."

Pardon shook his head, “This matter requires me to find someone to investigate it before I know the result.”

Mo Fan was also not disappointed, and nodded cleverly. "Then Master tells me if I have any results?"

"Of course, tell Xiaofan, this incident was discovered by Xiaofan."

Mo Fan laughed happily, shifted the topic, and talked to Bu Shi about other things. Explained, the name of Moze was marked with a big X in his heart.

The next morning, when Mo Fan was still asleep, a familiar voice called "Xiao Fan" awakened him from his sleep.

Mo Fan opened her glued eyelids and wondered, "Master?"

"Remember what I told you yesterday for the teacher?"

The chaotic brain was unresponsive. After a while, Mo Fan nodded.

After perceiving the intellect, she explained that she would practice in the morning at the dawn of the sky. Mo Fan agreed.

Seeing Mo Fan's little red face was sleeping well, his eyes were filled with mist and mist, and his release was still ruthless, and he was taken out of the quilt and put on thick clothes.

After seeing people, Mo Fan closed her eyes again, and allowed her to act on herself.

I used to sleep until I awakened naturally. I used to be asleep when I fell asleep.

The whole brain was dizzy, and Mo Fan was able to perceive the layers of clothing, but felt that everything was far away from himself. The drowsiness was still there, and the eyelids were heavy. Mo Fan only felt as if he would fall asleep for a moment and then go to sleep again.

Obviously, the interpretation did not give Mo Fan such an opportunity.

With his feet at the bottom, Mo Fan took the hand that was released and closed his eyes toward the place where the other party was pushing. During this time, most of the body's weight rested on the opponent's legs.

How much can a child have? Explaining that she laughed in her heart, she squatted and shouted twice before she saw Mo Fan reluctantly opened her eyes.

"How did you promise Master yesterday?"

Mo Fan nodded a little bit, as if he would fall asleep next moment. Barely focused, he replied, "Remember."

"Then we opened our eyes and we went to practice outside. Wake up and wake up, don't wait for the wind to blow, it's frozen." Xi Shi didn't hug him, but pulled him out step by step, which is for Mo Fan buffer.

When he walked out of the room, the heating weakened, and Mo Fan regained his consciousness, and when he was outside, he was awakened by the dark wind.

The sky was grey and grey, and the white ground reflected the outline of things in the weak light. The east side is already white, and it won't be long before the clouded sun rises into the sky.

The speed of mental training can be doubled with the blessing of purple gas. Moreover, the cultivated mentality is extremely pure.

Explain that Mo Fan did not let Mo Fan sit in the open snow to practice, so long as he could get in touch with the purple gas, why go to suffer that sin?

The Dongfu is facing the east, and there is a small shed in front of the door. It is enough to withstand a lot of cold wind.

Mo Fan honestly entered a state of meditation, and when she was released for a while, she walked into Dongfu and went straight into the kitchen to prepare Mo Fan's breakfast today.

When Mo Fan ended her meditation, she had no idea how long she had stood at the door.

"Master, have you been here all the time?"

The interpreter put on Mo Fan's hat, which had been crooked, "just arrived."

"Master, I'm hungry."

Pardon nodded, “Breakfast is in the kitchen, go back to the room first, and I'll bring it to you.”

"I'll go with Master."

Interpretation took his hand, "OK."

After a bland and warm breakfast, Mo Fan was ordered to stand and walk to eat. So, Mo Fan just stepped on her short legs, followed behind her, and walked towards the kitchen.

"Why are you here?"

"Isn't Master asking me to eat? I just follow Master."

Helpless. To Mo Fan, he has always indulged.

Put the used bowl and chopsticks in the storage slot, and release, holding Mo Fan's hand back. Some of these things will come over to clean up without him having to worry much.

Speaking of which, the interpreter will cook for himself, and to the followers of the interpreter, it is already enough to surprise them. I thought they would get their food delivered.

Without practicing for a while, Mo Fan was sleepy. She also knew that she got up early today, and let Mo Fan take a break early in the morning.

Fortunately, it is not true that I only sleep this way every day. Before falling asleep, Mo Fan clutched the clothes of those around her, as she thought.

*******

Time flies, Mo Fan has entered the practice for more than a month. Recently, at the request of interpretation, Mo Fan is improving his senses.

The first stage is to see things for a long time. Every time I see the eyes become sour and red, and tears come down, I was allowed to blink to relieve the dry fatigue of the eyes.

If this method is used in modern times, I am afraid that it will be short-sighted. However, this is not modern, so the effect is different.

This practice is extremely energy intensive, and it is important to study medicated diet all day long, and use the natural treasure to improve Mo Fan's body.

At the beginning, she released the medicine that was cooked directly, and Mo Fan was bitter, and she ate the candied fruit. Seeing that he wrinkled his entire face every time he took the medicine, he felt distressed, and set about studying medicine.

Mo Fan: It really is too boring.

Aside from voicing, Mo Fan was very happy. The joy of being held in the palm of your hand is not just the privilege of a girl.

Mo Fan knows that sometimes, his behavior does not conform to a male identity. But how about that? That is his man. He is willing to be spoiled and hurt by the other person.

After the first stage, Mo Fan closed her eyes and sensed the position of the object. At the same time, try to mobilize the mental power in the brain and try to find the position with the mental power instead of the residual impression in the brain.

Thinking about things, this has touched the edge of the inner five realms.

In fact, Mo Fancai went to the third realm in the practice of the Five Realms. As he entered the third realm, Mo Fan's contempt disappeared completely.

The third realm depends not only on simple techniques to obstruct the eyes, but also on real illusions.

The first realm, joke-like magic, makes Mo Fan not optimistic about the so-called foreign five realms. On the second level, onomatopoeia, he started to pay attention, but he took a little disregard. It wasn't until the third realm that Mo Fan was surprised that since a world can be mainstreamed in a certain way, how can simple techniques be summarized?

"Understand?" Xi Shi asked Mo Fan's momentum changed.

"Yes, Master, I see."

The interpretation of Mo Fan's thinking has always been in his eyes, but he never wakes up.

He is an illusionist. He knows better than anyone. At this time, what is needed is not the reminder of others, but his own perception.

The reminder from others is only temporary, and only what you get can be engraved in your own imagination.