I Like This Dream!

Something wonderful is happening inside Anxu.

She lay in the darkness, squeezed by huge forces from all directions. The long attempt at meditation gave her a vague form. The surrounding darkness was no longer void, but a detectable universe. Anxu could feel herself lying among countless threads. Some coils made her heart flutter, others made her feel dangerous. The invisible barrier tightly clinging to An Xu made it difficult for her to breathe, and on the other hand made all threads avoid her.

She looked back at herself. When the body is also in chaos, the legendary "inner vision" becomes possible. There is a universe outside, and there is a night sky inside me. The small night sky was dim in the "shell", but looking in, An Xu could see or feel some golden threads as thin as spider silk.

They are so thin that they will be blown off if you take a breath, but they actually exist and move according to an unknown law like living creatures. An Xu was so fascinated that he couldn't help but stretched out his hand, and his fingers actually inserted into his chest.

At first, those thin lines dissipated when touched, like a cloud or light refracted by water waves. An Xu didn't touch anything, but felt a slight movement in his heart, the first time in such a long time. She vaguely felt that she had glimpsed the door for the first time, so she took out her hand and waited patiently.

After a long, long time, the golden thread flew back like a firefly. She plunged in again and moved very, very slowly, like a school of fish swimming in the water. After a long trial, Jinxian finally recognized her touch.

At that moment, even the "shell" fluctuated, and countless indescribable realizations poured into the core - the core that can be called the soul. Anxu felt joy from the bottom of his heart. This joy was unmixed with any emotions, ignorant and pure, just like a child discovering his own feet for the first time. Something that had been separated from itself came back again, and even if it stumbled when walking, it was no longer ethereal.

This is superpower.

Anxu opened his eyes from meditation and tried to stretch out his hands. There was no lightning flashing between the two palms, but she could feel the subtle changes in the air. An Xu put her hands next to her head, and her hair swayed, sticking to her palms one by one, as if attracted by static electricity.

"Finally starting to regret your recklessness?"

Nancy pushed the door open and joked to the disheveled Anxu. An Xu cut off his hair on the first day he got the scissors to prevent someone from getting caught in a fight next time. There was no mirror nearby, and she only considered it for the convenience of cleaning. Her neat and beautiful platinum hair was cut into a mess, like a famous breed cat that had become a stray.

"I feel the power!" An Xu said impatiently.

"So fast?" Nancy said in surprise, "Don't be too anxious. Do you feel dizzy?"

"It's not so good, it's almost spring!" An Xu said dissatisfied.

Before winter, Nancy stopped other classes and asked Anxu to concentrate on learning meditation. She brought meditation teaching materials to Anxu and taught her how to strengthen her spiritual power during meditation. Being able to connect to supernatural powers is a sign of meditating. According to the college textbook, most people can enter the threshold of meditation in about two months, but An Xu took nearly a quarter.

"I have a golden finger but I am not as fast as others? This is unscientific..." An Xu muttered.

Nancy smiled.

In the body of a person with superpowers, superpowers circulate continuously even if they are not used. There are circuits in the soul that are invisible to the naked eye. Mental power, superpowers and the body are connected. Only by successful meditation can you "see" its existence. Therefore, the saying that "connecting superpowers means that meditation has entered the room" is correct.

But An's situation is different from that of ordinary beginners. She wears the Lock of Divine Punishment and can hardly feel the flow of supernatural powers. In other words, when others were looking for a big river in meditation, Anxu was looking for a river bed that had its source blocked by a dam and dried up completely. Even if there is a weak second power flowing, its existence is nothing more than a stream as thick as a finger. When she "meditates successfully," she actually has stronger concentration and mental power than other people.

This is the same as the ascetic meditation. For ascetics without secondary powers, like Nancy herself, meditating in chains is like walking in the dark. This emptiness makes people suffer, and it also makes people learn to calm their minds. Hard practice can cut off many distracting thoughts and eliminate anger. Of course, there is no need to let Miss Sullivan know this.

After a while, An Xu got rid of that bad mood and became proud again. "Hey, other people's disciples have to struggle in seclusion to break through. I also have a senior expert who is bound to me for personal guidance and is also a librarian." An Xu happily counted the common old jokes and felt that his benefits were really good.

"Senior? I just lived my age." Nancy shook her head, and the sad look on her face flashed away. An Xu swayed on the bed and asked, "Teacher Nancy, are there any rewards for successful meditation?"

"Excessive." Nancy scolded with a smile, went to the yard to pick a vegetable leaf, and fed it into Anxu's mouth. The leaves and stems are sweet, a bit like the bunch of red flowers that An Xu ate when he was a child.

The girl hugged her knees and sat on the bed, gnawing leaves with gusto like a rabbit. If visitors saw this scene, they might think that God had manifested his spirit and inspired the devil to become a vegetarian.

Nancy's residence is quite remote, and there are many unexpected visitors, almost all of whom are children in lower grades. There are several types of children who enter St. Andrew's Theological Seminary. They are the second sons of nobles, children who are related to nobles or priests, or devout believers who are elected every year from major monasteries in various parts of Armenan. Most of the latter two categories do not have Get the necessary education. Commoners are almost all illiterate, and what merchants and minor nobles can read and write is not the kind of esoteric script used to write scriptures. The difference in difficulty is similar to simplified Chinese characters, small seal script, English and Latin. Teacher Nancy's job is to teach children to read and write scriptures in the first school year, and she is very popular with the children.

After a few months of contact, An Xu discovered that Nancy was not only kind-hearted, she was like a holy light, and she had a gentle and generous heart for all the naughty children everywhere. Perhaps this was why she would save An Xu, a stranger, and teach her carefully. reason. The teachers in the seminary are all inhumane. Even the corporal punishment madman, Mother Mary, is not outstanding among the crowd. The primary school students are as quiet as quails. As soon as the group of quails arrived in front of Nancy, they immediately changed into birds. They were chattering and noisy. They asked questions and asked Nancy to tell stories. When they left, they also took the fruits and vegetables given by the teacher. It is understood that this type of robbery has been going on for many years.

The premise is that An Xu is not present.

One time they were really annoyed too late. An Xu opened the door with a sullen face. Before the words could be spoken, the whole courtyard fell silent. The ducks were as quiet as virgins for a moment, and the three primary school students looked frightened and all pulled their hands behind their backs.

"It's past dinner time, what are you still doing here?" An Xu was confused by their appearance. He followed the original plan and said with a straight face, "Teacher Nancy has class tomorrow, doesn't she want to rest and prepare lessons?" ?Every time we take away so much food, the teacher doesn’t want to eat it himself? I’m still hungry!”

"install……"

"I'm sorry! Never again!"

Before Nancy could finish her words of comfort, the first-graders were already crying and apologizing profusely without taking anything. One of them even dropped his food and rushed to say goodbye and ran away. While An Xu was busy meditating and cultivating, the rumors about her had progressed from "biting people's fingers during fights" to "eating children's fingers as snacks when she's hungry." An Xu, who had almost forgotten who Mason was, had already accomplished the feat of scaring away primary school students with his face.

"You have to keep a straight face when dealing with naughty children!" Anna Zhixiaoer cried. Sullivan, the king of naughty children, was completely unaware and said to Nancy smugly.

As a result, Nancy wouldn't let her leave the room when someone was around. Anxu reluctantly agreed because the hush money tasted good. Despite this, probably because word of what happened to those children had spread, most of the children were talking at the door and did not dare to come in.

When only one stalk of the leaf was left outside, there was another knock on the yard door. Nancy answered the door, and Anxu sat on the bed, picked up the book on the bedside and started reading. She read a few pages, her expression getting weirder and weirder as she read, and she closed her eyes and opened them again several times.

But before she could verify it, she had to stand up.

"Do you need it right away? Is it too much?" Nancy said awkwardly.

"This is Sister Mary's teaching." Another voice was a little impatient, "It has been three and a half months since the Day of Judgment. Please do not condone sin."

Anxu jumped out of bed. She did promise Nancy not to scare elementary school students, but middle school students were beyond the limit. Besides, this guy dared to give Nancy such a commanding tone, who was he? An Xu walked behind Nancy and looked up at the uninvited guest outside the door.

The middle school student who sent the message was not afraid. He frowned at An Xu, as if he was looking at something dirty. His expression was quite similar to Lance's. "Miss Sullivan seems to be fine." He said coldly, "Come with me to the Third Temple to report immediately."

"Your punishment is to copy the scriptures a hundred times." Nancy added, "According to convention, you should overwrite the scriptures of confession."

"The Bible reads a hundred times. Punishment is given by Aunt Mary, not by convention." said the middle school student.

"Ms. Sullivan has just completed her meditation and needs time to consolidate. Can you..."

"Thank you, Teacher Nancy." An Xu patted the non-existent dust on his body, walked around the middle school students and got out, saying, "I have nothing to do anyway, let me go and take a look first!"

"You are here to accept punishment, not to 'see'." The middle school student said dissatisfiedly.

"Okay, lead the way." An Xu said good-naturedly.

She waved to Nancy, telling the kind old lady not to worry about herself or the middle school students. An Xu is in a good mood now and will not have trouble with a transitional NPC.