Fang Cheng stood on the same spot without moving at all.
The line of sight is like an arrow leaving the string, penetrating the surrounding layers of Mist.
Scenes of fleeting scenes passed by him, leaving fleeting afterimages deep in his consciousness.
It's like being at the junction of fantasy and reality.
Finally, my sight fell on a hazy place, as if I was observing the world through a layer of hair Glass.
Gradually, the blurry scene became clear.
When the last ray of fog dissipates.
What comes into view is no longer the dark and empty Memory Palace, but a bright classroom.
The sunlight slanted through the windows, casting warm yellow spots on the wooden desks.
The smell of chalk dust wafts in the air, and there are still unwiped mathematical formulas on the blackboard.
The gentle voice of the teacher lecturing could be heard in my ears, as well as the subtle sounds of students turning books and writing...
Fang Cheng feels as if he is "possessed" in a small body.
At this moment, I am sitting at my desk, holding a pen in my hand, taking class notes seriously.
Through these strange yet familiar eyes, one can even see the neat handwriting on the homework book.
Although it is a little blurry, as if wearing glasses with high myopia, every detail is so real.
Fang Cheng suddenly felt enlightened and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
I succeeded!
At the same time, in a certain classroom of Yu Ying Primary School.
Wen Xin, who was listening attentively to the teacher's explanation of a difficult problem, suddenly tilted his head and the tip of his pen drew long ink marks on his homework book.
She blinked blankly and blurted out:
"Brother?"
Although the sound is not loud, it seems very abrupt in the quiet classroom.
The mathematics teacher's explanation stopped abruptly, and the eyes of the whole class turned to this usually well-behaved girl.
Wen Xin blushed, quickly lowered his head, and covered his mouth with his small hands.
From the corner of his eye, he quietly cast his eyes toward the classroom door, muttering in his heart:
Is it an illusion that I miss my brother too much? I seemed to hear his voice just now...
"Wen Xin, take the class seriously."
A familiar thought quietly entered her mind again.
This time, Wen Xin is definitely not an illusion!
She raised her head suddenly and looked around happily.
However, Fang Cheng is nowhere to be found?
Fang Cheng, who was watching from a distance, did not continue to disturb Wen Xin's class.
After confirming that this "contact method" was successful, Mental Link was actively interrupted.
In an instant, consciousness returns to its original form.
The scene in front of me once again turned into a dark and empty Memory Palace.
Golden Orb is suspended in the void, buzzing, and ripples are rippling on the surface.
Fang Cheng was keenly aware that the light emitted by the light ball was a bit dimmer than before.
Although the changes were subtle, they could not escape his eyes.
"As expected..."
Staring at the light ball, after confirming again, Fang Cheng thought to himself.
In the past, I could only communicate with Telepathy from Wen Xin at a very close distance, and the two parties were limited to transmitting simple thoughts and emotions.
But now, with the help of Golden Orb in the Memory Palace, Fang Cheng has successfully established a one-way Mental Link across an ultra-long space.
The long distance of at least ten kilometers between Old Factory Street and the school was easily broken at this moment!
What's even more exciting is that this connection not only realizes the basic communication of "listening" and "speaking", but even goes further to share visual perception.
Although the current connection status is not stable enough, and the perceived picture is sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, this is already an unprecedented and huge breakthrough.
While excited, Fang Cheng continued to try to touch the other blurry light patterns on Golden Orb.
I am eager to verify whether this magical Mental Link can extend to the consciousness of other people.
Especially those who are close to oneself, such as mother, grandfather, uncle, Zhou Xiumei, etc.
However, the next several attempts ended in failure.
No matter how Fang Cheng concentrates on sensing, those light patterns are like being restricted by invisible shackles, unable to resonate at the exact same frequency as themselves.
Occasionally there is a faint flash of light, which is fleeting.
There were intermittent noises, and blurry images were seen.
It's like being separated by a thick layer of fog, making it impossible to perceive clearly, let alone establish a stable spiritual connection.
"It seems that at present, this kind of long-distance connection can only be achieved with Wen Xin..."
Fang Cheng retracted his fingers and stared thoughtfully at the unformed light patterns on the surface of the light sphere.
My thoughts can't help but drift back to the scene at Lin Chuqiao's home.
Wen Xin fell into a coma, how could he enter the depths of her Subconscious Mind, use his own Spirituality Fire to dispel the darkness, and guide the direction for the lost Self-Awareness.
She finally succeeded in waking her up after sleeping for many days.
It can be said that it was an extremely profound spiritual blending, a resonance that reached deep into the soul.
"Could it be that... if you want to establish such a stable Mental Link with other people, a similar process is required?"
Fang Cheng whispered to himself:
"Like some kind of... mental synchronization or soul imprinting?"
This thought made him frown.
This is not an easy thing, and the risks involved are difficult to estimate. A little carelessness may cause mental damage to both parties.
"Perhaps... you can ask Lin Chuqiao, or that mysterious professor?"
Fang Cheng remembered that at the time of Mist Mountain, they seemed to have some ability to establish Mental Link and share information among team members.
Although the actual situations of the two are different and the principles may be different, they may provide some ideas worth learning from.
Putting back his racing thoughts, Fang Cheng carefully sorted out several key conclusions based on this verification process.
First of all, the stronger the Spirit Attribute that is consciously connected to the target, the less difficult it is to establish Mental Link.
Take Wen Xin as an example. She is born with keen mental perception, so she encounters almost no obstacles when establishing connections.
Secondly, each connection will consume its own Mental Energy, which should be related to the time and distance.
This can be intuitively felt from the slightly dimmed surface of the light ball.
The most important premise is that both parties must establish some kind of special Mental Connection in advance.
Just like the inexplicable Bond between myself and Wen Xin.
This connection does not necessarily need to be based on a close personal relationship.
But both parties must reach an extremely harmonious resonance state at the soul level, forming a Mental Resonance frequency with specific rules.
After thinking for a moment, Fang Cheng put this complicated issue aside for the time being.
His consciousness pulled away from the Memory Palace like an ebbing tide and returned to Real World.
There was a lot of noise outside the window, and vehicle horns blaring one after another.
The afternoon sun passed through the gaps in the curtains and cast dappled and dancing light spots on the wooden floor.
At this time, my stomach made a thunderous protest again.
Gululu--
Fang Cheng took a breath and realized that he had not eaten for a long time.
He rubbed his forehead, feeling the hunger rising in his body.
From last night to early morning, and now, I have been completely immersed in Meditation exercises and spiritual experiments.
Although I have gained a lot, I have forgotten even the most important things.
"It seems like I should reward myself well..."
Fang Cheng no longer suppressed his appetite and stood up while muttering to himself.
The joints that have been sitting for a long time make a "clicking" sound.
As he stretched his limbs, Fang Cheng couldn't help but frown at the sore and numb muscles, but when he thought of the upcoming food, a look of anticipation appeared in his eyes.
Since I missed breakfast and lunch was so late, why not just have three meals together - a real Taotie feast!
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng touched his growling belly and raised the corners of his mouth unconsciously:
"And it has to be super rich, big fish and meat!"
This thought made Fang Cheng's steps quicken a little. He quickly picked up his bag and prepared to go out to the supermarket for a large purchase of supplies.
The next day.
Jiangdong District Global Elite Fighting Club.
In the training hall, dull and powerful beating sounds could be heard from time to time, mixed with the shouts and sweat of the students Aura.
Fang Cheng had just finished an intense Sparring Partner class, exchanged a few words with his employer, and walked slowly down Boxing Ring.
His fingers deftly unwrapped the bandage and took off the sweat-stained gloves.
Then he unscrewed a bottle of sports drink, raised his head and drank a few sips, sweat sliding down his angular cheeks.
To others, it looks like you have given your best effort and are out of breath.
In fact, it didn't consume much of his energy at all. At most, it was almost the same as a normal warm-up exercise.
Even the sweat flowing on his body is just a disguise deliberately forced by True Qi.
Fang Cheng drank water and glanced at the two Prompt Information that appeared on Panel:
[Sanda Experience+1]
[Muay Thai Experience+2]
His calm gaze immediately swept across the venue.
His eyes passed over the ordinary students who were attending class, and then landed on the other side of the training ground.
The loud sound of "Bang! Bang! Bang!" is particularly eye-catching.
Xu Hao was shirtless and furiously punching a heavy Sandbag that weighed several hundred kilograms. Every punch seemed to blow Sandbag to pieces.
There was a large space around him, and other students and coaches hid far away in a tacit understanding.
Obviously, this person is already a "notorious" person in Club.
Even those who charge by the hour Sparring Partner would take a detour when they saw him, for fear of being dragged away and used as human sandbags.
No one wants to get injured all over just to make a little money, which is really not worth the gain.
Fang Cheng had already noticed the arrival of Xu Hao, but did not make any announcement, just drank water silently and adjusted his breathing.
Several boxers nearby who had just finished training gathered together and whispered while wiping their sweat:
"Hey, Xu Hao, why is this Jinx here again? Aren't you afraid of being dealt with by Fang Cheng again?"
"That's right, with Fang Cheng here, he really has the nerve to come to us Club."
"Hey, last time I came to the gym, I was so arrogant, and ended up being beaten like a pig's head by Fang Cheng on the ring..."
The speaker gestured with a gloating smile on his face.
"Yes, yes, I heard that I almost didn't stand up in the end and had to be carried out..."
Listening to the intermittent discussions around him, Fang Cheng muttered to himself:
"Is it that exaggerated? I remember we had a draw with him last time. It was very low-key?"
Shake your head, these people always like to add fuel to their rumors.
At this time, Xu Hao seemed to be tired and stopped, breathing heavily.
He wiped the sweat from his face, his eyes wandered around the venue habitually, and soon locked onto the figure of Fang Cheng.
Then he grinned and was about to stride over to say "hello".
But he saw Fang Cheng quietly raising his hand, wiping sweat with Towel, and quietly making a hidden gesture.
Xu Hao's eyes flashed, and he immediately understood. He nodded slightly and stopped abruptly.
Next, the guy picked up a buzzing fascia gun and began to relax his muscles.
But he was obviously not a master who could sit still. While relaxing, he wandered around the training hall idle.
When I see others practicing boxing, I always go over and point, and my tone is extremely arrogant:
"Hey, you Hook Exert Force are not right, you look like a soft girl!"
"Your footwork is too stiff. If someone hits you, it will be like hitting a wooden stake..."
Most of the old students recognized his virtue and rolled their eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to him.
There happened to be a dumb young newcomer who didn't know him. He got angry at what he said and said something to him.
Xu Hao immediately became interested, his eyes lit up, and he threw the fascia gun aside:
"Hey, you've got the guts! Don't you agree? Let's go on stage and practice?"
Just as a fight was about to begin, a veteran student nearby quickly grabbed the newcomer and lowered his voice to explain the glorious deeds of Xu Hao.
The newcomer's face turned pale when he heard this, and he closed his mouth angrily.
Xu Hao felt bored when no one accepted the challenge, but he was full of energy and had nowhere to vent.
This caused many professional players in the stadium to frown. If he hadn't been worried about something, someone would have come up to teach him a lesson.
Fortunately, his father Xu Maocai appeared in time and spoke a few words to Xu Hao earnestly.
Finally, the guy calmed down for the time being and walked towards the locker room angrily.
At twelve o'clock at noon, there was a splashing sound in the bathroom attached to Club.
At this time, most people have already gone to eat or returned to the locker room for a lunch break.
The bathroom seemed extremely quiet, and the steamy smoke had not yet dissipated.
There were only two Shower Rooms separated by frosted Glasss, and the sound of water flow continued to be heard.
Through the hazy water vapor and Glass, two muscular back figures can be vaguely seen.
A Bald Head image, with a well-proportioned and tall figure, perhaps a little thin due to his height.
But under the wash of hot water, the muscle lines on the back and shoulder blades are as clear and distinct as knife carvings.
Each piece seems to contain amazing explosive Exert Force, full of smooth and masculine beauty.
The other one has half-length hair with a few eye-catching highlights of Huang Mao.
His body was also muscular and looked extremely strong.
But in comparison, the shape of the muscles obviously lacks the ultimate sense of refinement and coordination of the former.
Hot water gushes down from the shower head, washing their bodies covered with sweat and training marks.
The aroma of the shower gel mixed with the steaming water vapor slowly spreads in the closed space, as if forming a natural barrier.
Covered by the sound of rushing water, a voice suddenly sounded:
"Has there been any progress on the matter you were asked to investigate last time?"
The two strong men in the mist are none other than Fang Cheng and Xu Hao.
The two tacitly chose this time and place to have a secret meeting.