Gui felt something was wrong.

It thought about it carefully and asked sincerely: "Zhao Rong, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Rong raised his hand, placed his palm in front of the candle, and felt the temperature of the flickering flame.

Under the candlelight, his eyes were clear and bright, "Gui, there is nothing wrong with me now, but before, there was something wrong with me everywhere!"

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I'm afraid you are seriously ill now...it's scratching its mouth.

Without waiting for Gui Youyou to ask more questions, Zhao Rong suddenly stood up, opened the window, letting the moonlight and autumn breeze into the room, and then lowered the bed curtains on Xiao Qian'er's couch.

The night was as cool as water. He stood at the table, looked up at the starry sky, and took a deep breath.

The cold night wind stung my trachea and caused me a slight pain.

However, this slight pain told Zhao Rong clearly that all the changes he felt at this moment were real!

He could clearly count the number of hairs on each of the twenty-one brand new brushes on the pen holder.

He could clearly hear the flapping of wings and faint chirping of eighty-nine insects in the yard, as well as the "boom, boom, boom" sound of his heartbeat caused by the sudden increase in blood flow to his head.

He could accurately smell the scent of ink left by his palms turning the pages of a book, as well as the girlish fragrance left by Xiao Qian'er all over his body. Even now, he could clearly taste the slightly sweet taste of her saliva and sweat in his mouth...

The above-mentioned enhancements to his five senses and six senses only consumed a small part of his rapidly developed brain power at this moment.

easy.

In the Ajna Chakra, Gui saw Zhao Rong circling around the desk, his eyes wide open and sparkling. He looked out the window, then at the bookshelf and desk, and occasionally shook his sleeves and "danced" for a while.

He looks full of energy, vitality and eager to try.

He is just like the 'silly son of a landlord' that exists in every rural village.

Gui was a little depressed, "Are you out of your mind?"

Zhao Rong raised his head and smiled brightly, "Gui, I don't know if your brain is broken or not, but now I think that the brain is a really good thing!"

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Please, don't do this. It's the middle of the night and I'm a little scared too.

Zhao Rong suddenly nodded, "Oh, I forgot you don't have it now, sorry."

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"You are the one who has no brains, and your whole family has no brains." It said expressionlessly.

Zhao Rong was not angry and just laughed.

Now he just thinks that bickering is a very boring thing and a waste of life, and the thing that can really make life happy is the pleasure brought by thinking.

Zhao Rong has never been so clear-headed as he is at this moment.

Perhaps he had experienced this once when he fought Qin Jianfu to death in the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum, but at that time he was in a critical situation, with only nine breaths left. He had lost too much blood, and his mind was working at full capacity. He only thought about how to survive, and ignored many things...

And now, he found that he remembered everything, including his escape from death in the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum not long ago: the dark and cold walls of the tomb, the bloody scabbed wounds on the broken arms, the forehead that was broken when running and falling...he even remembered every wrinkle on the disfigured face of the old scholar who was like a death-challenger. He also remembered the strange rhythm of the golden elixir that he dug out from the old scholar, which was alternating between hot and cold. He remembered it clearly.

And that’s not all!

Zhao Rong discovered that it was not just recent memories, but also distant memories in the past that were the same.

Whether in this life or the previous one, he could even clearly remember every word in the enlightenment book he had memorized when he was four years old.

All his memories since he could remember seemed to be organized into a rigorous library, allowing him to stroll and access them at will.

"snort."

At this time, the sword spirit snorted coldly and didn't want to pay attention to Zhao Rong.

I want to see if your brain has been messed up by the evil dragon... He turned around and looked at the disturbed lake of his heart below.

It suddenly cried out in surprise, and couldn't help but take a step forward, lowering its head to carefully look at the strange scene in the lake:

Below the cordon, seventy-two vicious dragons that had ill intentions towards their own kind were biting and entangled with each other, like propellers in deep water, muddying the surrounding water.

It is the source of the 'chaos' in the lake at this time.

The cordon divides the Heart Lake into two parts: the deep Jiao Abyss and the shallow lake surface.

The deep abyss was naturally turbid and dark green, stirred up by the evil dragons. Impurities symbolizing certain evil thoughts and desires were churning out from the depths of the abyss.

However, something strange happened.

The invisible warning line that appeared after Zhao Rong's enlightenment was like a large filtering net. Once the turbid lake water in Jiaoyuan passed through it, the impurities and evil thoughts were removed, leaving only the clear essence, which was actually the thoughts, memories, and subconscious "lake water" that continuously flowed into the shallow lake surface...

The whole heart lake came alive in a sense.

Above and below that warning line, there is a clear distinction between turbidity and clarity, good thoughts and evil thoughts.

The dragon carp, which is the foundation of Zhaorong Avenue, is in the clear lake water above the warning line. Because it is only separated from the seventy-two evil dragons below by a thin line, this is also the place where the exchange of lake water is most intense.

Gui stared for a while, then felt relieved and marveled at the same time.

I thought the heart lake was in chaos due to the seventy-two evil dragons, but instead of being a mess, it showed a strange order.

A certain cycle that Zhao Rong had imagined before was formed, and the effect was unexpected.

Although the magical effect of his improved Inscription on the Humble House did not improve his physical cultivation, it further opened up his Jiaoyuan heart lake.

At this moment, inside the house.

Zhao Rong felt that now only the starry sky above his head, certain ultimate ethical propositions left by the saints, and the obscure laws of the heaven and earth related to spiritual practice...only these could consume or even hinder his vigorous brain power.

Zhao Rong closed the window, returned to his desk immediately, and opened the chess manual he had been studying.

This chess manual is called "Forget Worry and Enjoy Pure Joy". It is said to be an ancient manual written by a mountain chess master in Yunmeng Island. There is also a long series of mysterious stories behind it.

Anyway, the reason why Zhao Rong bought it to review was because it was one of the names of chess books that Mr. Qi, the chess teacher, mentioned casually before he left with the book when the bell rang for the last class before the exam. Mr. Qi also said with a smile that if everyone was bored, they could take a look at it...

At that time, all the students were dumbfounded. What a guy, we waited for you to mark the test site for a whole morning, and you just said a bunch of weird chess game names before leaving? It's hard to figure out just by listening to the names... And the range is so wide, you might as well not mark the test site. What's the difference between this and taking the test? It makes people even more panicked.

What a lack of teacher ethics!

However, Mr. Qi, who seemed to be attending class casually and asked everyone to just listen, although he was just making casual remarks, students like Zhao Rong and Yu Huaijin certainly couldn't really take it seriously.

Zhao Rong bought all the chess records that Mr. Qi had mentioned. In fact, Yu Huaijin had counted the number of people beforehand and went to a time-honored bookstore in the city to buy them in bulk for everyone. In this regard, Senior Yu was quite proactive.

Zhao Rong finally returned to the academy the day before yesterday, and saw these new chess records that he almost forgot on the desk in the Dongli courtyard. Then he looked worried. There was nothing he could do. The trip to Dali had wasted too much time. He could only memorize the records in a hurry and didn't even have time to play them... His previous chess level was just enough to accompany his former mentor Mr. Fang to play chess for fun.

Zhao Rong first tidied up the desk and then trimmed the candle wicks.

The light got brighter.

Then he took a sip of tea and casually opened the thin but profound book "Forget Your Worries and Enjoy Yourself".

The first part above records the pictures of ten games, the second part talks about the chess situation, and the third part talks about the corner moves...

At the table, Zhao Rong flipped through the music score at almost the same frequency. Within a quarter of an hour, he flipped from the first page to the last page.

Then he picked up the teacup again and took a sip of tea.

Then put the teacup back to the same position as before.

Re-read the score.

This time, he did not turn the chess record over, but flipped directly from the last page.

This time, in less than half a quarter of an hour, he reached the beginning.

After doing all this, Zhao Rong's expression became calm, and he threw the book "Forget Your Worries and Enjoy Yourself" aside.

Start taking out the chessboard, picking up the pieces and playing the score.

Under the left hand and the right hand, black and white play chess.

This time, it took me two quarters of an hour to complete the recording of ten classic ancient chess games.

Zhao Rong clapped his hands and glanced towards the bed. He had made a very light move just now. Although it slowed down his speed a bit, it was good that he didn't disturb his little Qian'er's sleep.

Zhao Rong didn't even finish his cup of tea before he took out the next obscure chess manual and prepared to continue.

After reading for a long time, Gui couldn't help but ask, "You finished reading it in less than half an hour? I remember you complained when you got this score before, saying that this one book would take you three days to digest, right?"

Zhao Rong opened the second chess book, which also had a strange name, called "Xuan Xuan Lu".

As he flipped through the pages, he casually said, "The Yang-Yin method is half black and white, sixteen hundred and three..."

Gui frowned, "What a mess? What are you talking about?"

Zhao Rong said calmly, "The game record just now."

Pause.

“I recite it backwards,” he said.

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