Chapter 47 The Spiritual Power of beating

"Well, first of all, what kind of herbs exist in Yanhuang Land now?" Bian Que stopped the medicine hoe in his hand and asked Wang Ji.

Wang Ji thought for a moment and reported the herbs he knew that were still planted. Most of them were artificially cultivated, and there were very few herbs that flowed into the market.

Fortunately, the pharmacists who have cultivated these herbs have been profitable recently, so they have planted a lot of herbs. Although precious herbs are still rare, the amount of ordinary herbs is still huge.

Bian Que muttered: "There is still something."

Wang Ji was surprised: "Do you really have it?"

Looking at Wang Ji's happy look, Bian Que also smiled and said, "But I can't give it to you until you finish reading the herbal article."

"Ah!" Wang Ji suddenly fell to the ground. There are 18 volumes of herbs in "Difficult Scriptures", and one volume is more difficult than one volume. Because of those advanced herbs, many medicinal properties can't be completed in a few words at all. The influence between various herbs is even greater.

Now the first volume Wang Ji reads is still the simplest. The most basic herbs have made Wang Ji remember that he is dying. If the eighteen volumes are finished, I don't know when to wait.

"Well, this is the new memory potion I developed yesterday, and the effect will be a little better than yesterday." Bian Que said with a smile and took out a bottle of dark green potion

Looking at the green precipitated in front of him, the smell was stronger than yesterday, and Wang Ji couldn't help but feel dizzy.

"Is this really drinkable?" Wang Ji pinched his nose and took the medicine.

"Of course, you should know that this medicine is much more precious than yesterday. It took me some time to refine it. Bian Que looks like you like you like to drink or not.

"What, I still have yesterday's medicine. Do you want to change it?"

Wang Ji looked at the potion in Bian Que's hand and the potion in his hand. He gritted his teeth and drank the potion in his hand.

"Well, it's sweet." Wang Ji's last consciousness came out, and the result was endless pain one after another.

"Well, children really need to be coaxed, but there must be a way to coax." Bian Que smiled and continued to be busy planting herbs. Many things in the world can be simulated, but as Meng Tian said, those advanced things, even if they are not finished products, cannot be built with spiritual power at will.

Naturally, a lot of herbs have been planted in Bian Que's medicine garden, and in the continuous increase, it was an empty medicine garden yesterday. Today, it has been turned over by Bian Que with medicine and planted seeds or seedlings.

Gradually, Wang Ji woke up from the pain and didn't say anything. He picked up the book in his hand and read it.

"Sure enough, the memory effect is better." Wang Ji smiled. There are some things that don't need to be coaxed. A little pain can be exchanged for such benefits. Why not?

Although the pain increases more than a little.

After the effect of the medicine, Wang Ji was surprised to find that the first volume was about to be finished. You should know that I only watched half of it yesterday.

"Teacher, the time for the medicine has passed. I have to go first. I'll come and learn how to refine pharmaceuticals from you later. Wang Ji made a salute and was about to leave.

Bian Que was stunned when he heard the name, and then said with a smile, "Okay, you go."

Wang Ji saluted and left again.

While waving the flat magpie with spiritual power to grow herbs, it seemed that the medicine hoe was much lighter. He smiled and did something he didn't know how many years he had done.

Wang Ji left Bian Que's place and walked to Meng Tian, thinking about how to allocate time to two places next time.

"Master" Wang Ji came to Meng Tian and saluted respectfully.

"Well, you can learn soul-absorbing runes today, which is good for your practice." Meng Tian is still the same as before, lighting incense and playing his guzheng in this simple and magnificent room.

Wang Ji retreated to his table and looked at the words written by Meng Tian. He still lost his spirituality.

"It seems that the master did not exhaust the spiritual power of this word to let me describe it." Wang Ji thought like this and didn't write to understand the connotation of this word with his heart.

Wang Ji gradually fell into this word and kept thinking about how to write it.

I don't know how long it took. After a crisp sound, the Taiji diagram suddenly appeared. A small spiritual character gradually became clear at the boundary of yin and yang, although it was still as faint as water gently painted on it.

"How did the Taiji diagram appear?" Wang Ji was stunned for a moment. The word "life" and the word "death" just ran into the fish's eyes, and even the word "spirit" appeared.

"Is this Taiji diagram related to the original text?" This idea suddenly appeared in Wang Ji's head.

"Forget it, it's a good thing." Wang Ji found that when the word appeared in the Taiji map, he suddenly understood how to write the word, just like the word life and death at the beginning.

He picked up the pen in his hand and began to trace the word "spirit" in the Taiji diagram. He found it easier to do so.

"Well, it failed again." Wang Ji looked at the eighteen pieces of waste paper at hand and couldn't help sighing.

Although he knew how to complete this word, when he really wrote it, Wang Ji found the difficulty. As long as there is a mistake, it will lead to failure.

"The spiritual character is different from life and death. Pay attention to the spirituality of the character. Don't be too limited to how to write this word." Meng Tian's voice sounded.

At this moment, Wang Ji found that the shape of the spirit in the Taiji map suddenly changed, and it was also clearer.

"The spirituality of words?" Wang Ji was stunned.

Wang Ji suddenly found that he seemed to have gone the wrong way. Is the real source text really a single fixed text? Or do you use different moods, different experiences, and different words?

Wang Ji was no longer fixed in the shape of this word. Instead, he closed his eyes and just looked at the spiritual character in the Taiji diagram and drew it casually.

"Well." Meng Tian looked at the situation in front of her, and then looked at the blurred words on the paper, and couldn't help smiling.

When Wang Ji woke up from writing, he found that there was no reaction. The words on the paper, well, there were no words on the paper, only traces of a mass of ink.

"You can't do this. I asked you to describe the spirituality of words, not to let you graffiti casually." Meng Tian said with a smile.

"What should I do, master?" Wang Ji couldn't do it, so he could only ask.

"Open your eyes and write according to your heart and understanding. The more correct the understanding is, the stronger the effect of the rune, and vice versa. Meng Tian said quietly, and then he stopped talking.

"The understanding of this word, but what is my understanding?" Wang Ji thought doubtfully.

"Since I think so, it proves that I don't understand this word at all. I just want to imitate and trace this word." Wang Ji instantly understood what was wrong.

By feeling alone, you can never really understand and really write these words.

"In this case, what should I do? How to understand this word? Wang Ji's eyes are still on the Taiji map.

Since the word life and death appeared in the Taiji map and finally reached the fish's eye, until now, although there are not two days, he feels as if he is in a continuous practice state, and his understanding of these two words is also more profound.

Putting down the pen in his hand, Wang Ji sat down cross-legged and quietly visuals the Taiji map that appeared in his mind.

Wang Ji focused all his attention on the faint word at the junction of yin and yang. Just now, Wang Ji did not observe it carefully, but now he found that the word was constantly changing.

The word "spirit" is constantly amplified in his mind. In the constant change, Wang Ji also feels that all his mind is moving with it.

"What is the meaning of spirituality?" Wang Ji smiled, and the words in front of him jumped like an elf in his eyes. Spiritual power, spiritual power, if there is no spiritual spirit, how can it be called spiritual power?

Do you forcibly turn spiritual power into true power? It's really a low-level technique. Wang Chi couldn't help smiling. He felt that the spiritual power around him began to be as active as a child, and his own spirit seemed to be more closely related to the surrounding environment.

It seems that I misunderstood what Albamar said. Spiritual power is not just the basic condition for producing organisms.

Spiritual power is the foundation of this world.