When he got home, Zhang’s father and mother were processing some ingredients needed the next day in the living room. When he saw Zhang Qingyang coming back, Zhang’s mother said, “I’m back so early today.”

Zhang Qingyang nodded and said, "I'm going upstairs and call me for dinner."

Zhang's mother said: "Have you read the book your dad gave you?"

"Look," Zhang Qingyang replied as he went upstairs: "It was a diary written by Zhang Tiezhu's ancestors."

"Zhang Tiezhu?" Zhang's mother said, "This name sounds a bit rustic, like Tiedan, Ergou and other names that were called in the village before."

"I don't know, don't talk nonsense. This is the top ten names in the world. Don't use Ergou or something." Zhang's father said, "Hair is long and short, who said that the top ten in the world cannot be called Zhang Tiezhu?"

Zhang's mother glared at Zhang's father and said, "Who did you just talk about? Who did you say has a long and short hair? If I scold you now, you will definitely say that I am unreasonable. Come on, tell me, which top ten in the world have ever shouted Zhang Tiezhu? If you want to say it, forget it, you can't say it. Let's talk about the long and short hair!"

Zhang's father was immediately embarrassed and said evasively: "That may have happened hundreds of years ago, but I don't know."

Zhang's mother threw away the ingredients in her hand and stared at Zhang's father coldly and said, "If you don't know, you dare to be blind, and you dare to say that I am an old lady. Am I old?"

Zhang's father decisively admitted his thug and smiled, "You are not old, but young."

The quarrel between Zhang's father and mother was vaguely heard from Zhang Qingyang's ears upstairs. He didn't care too much. He knew very well that if he didn't make a few quarrels every day, he would feel uncomfortable.

Zhang Qingyang closed the door unbearably and took out the diary of his ancestors.

Although he could memorize it, he still read the Bridge of the Mind several times. Until he was extremely focused on the Bridge of the Mind, he sat down cross-legged on the bed. Zhang Tiezhu's extremely cool friend, the ten most popular Gu Wangbei in the world, said that the power of the mind is the treasure of mankind, but because of the shallowness of mankind, the strongest power is trapped in his body. If he could dig out this treasure, he could easily surpass the power of the body.

If the power of the treasure can be fully released, it will be able to break the shackles of time and space, and even surpass the universe and galaxies.

He even suspected that such a great life had been able to do this before. Because in the scriptures of many sects, spiritual cultivation was emphasized to a greater or lesser extent. Based on this alone, he guessed that when a person can fully develop his spiritual power, he might become a living god.

Zhang Qingyang was so excited about this, but the distance between God and God was too far away from him. Zhang’s father and mother’s expectation for him was just to be a police chief in the United States of the United States.

Moreover, as a top student, Zhang Qingyang has read many books and has never read any records of such a strong person with spiritual power. He does not believe that a single mind can overturn the world.

However, the sect emphasizes the cultivation of spiritual power in mind, which is indeed true.

So now Zhang Qingyang is half-believing and half-doubted. He hopes that Gu Wangbei’s words are true, but reason tells him that this is not a high possibility.

When Zhang Qingyang completely sank his mind into his body and constructed his own spiritual bridge in his brain, he suddenly realized that the practice method of the spiritual bridge was somewhat similar to the neuron enhancement method.

This idea immediately enhanced Zhang Qingyang's confidence several times. You should know that the neuron enhancement method is practiced by humans in the United States. This is a technique that has been endorsed by the state and countless powerful people have proved effective with facts.

The bridge of the soul is similar to it, and it proves from another perspective that what Gu Wangbei said may make sense.

Zhang Qingyang appeared above his brain with a quick look, staring at the familiar scene below. The brain like the universe, colorful neuron light flashed in the mist, transmitting signals.

The bridge of the mind is called the inner universe. The bridge of the mind is to create a bridge to the outside world in the inner universe.

When this bridge is weak, it means sending signals, ignoring the other party's race and directly passing thoughts to the other party. When the entire inner universe is opened, a thought can be turned upside down.

Zhang Qingyang carefully constructed his own bridge of his soul.

But until before dinner, he was unable to complete his own bridge of mind. The element that constructed the bridge of mind was the personal spiritual power.

After several collapses, he consumed a lot of his mental power. Therefore, when he was having dinner, Zhang Qingyang's parents saw a guy who had not slept for several days and nights and had dark circles on his eyes.

"Are you okay?" Zhang's mother said with distress.

"It's okay, I'm just a little sleepy." Zhang Qingyang was angry but weak.

Zhang's father took a sip of cigarettes and said in a muffled voice: "Running alone is not enough. I will ask you Uncle Li to teach you another day and make your body stronger."

Zhang's mother said, "Is he willing?"

Zhang's father took two puffs of cigarettes and said, "I'll give him half a year's breakfast fee."

"I want so much?" Zhang's mother was a little reluctant.

Mr. Zhang said: "Xiao Li's family has two children. They take time to make money and teach your children. What about their children? The breakfast fee for half a year is more. If you don't have more, will they teach real skills?"

Zhang's mother looked at Zhang Qingyang again, nodded and said, "Okay, it's only half a year. Alas, everything has increased recently."

Mr. Zhang said: "I will go to two more companies this week to find cheap sources of goods."

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Zhang's father looked at him and said, "This is my mother's business, don't worry. You just need to do your business well."

Zhang Qingyang nodded and said, "Oh, okay. The notes of our ancestors are quite useful."

"I'll ask you, did your ancestors call him Zhang Tiezhu?" Zhang's father asked.

Zhang Qingyang said: "Well, this is what I wrote in my diary, it should be correct."

"Let's have a meal."

"good."

After dinner, Zhang Qingyang went back to his room and lay down on the bed. In this mental state, if you want to continue practicing the bridge of the soul, it is obvious that you will get half the result with twice the effort, so it is better to make up for your spirit first.

When I woke up in the early morning, it was an hour earlier than usual.

Zhang Qingyang felt that he was in a good mental state, which was similar to what he had usually had after drinking coffee.

This means that the practice of the bridge of the mind is useful, at least it is very helpful for the spirit. Even if the practice of the bridge of the mind cannot be achieved, you must practice it frequently.

As a top student, Zhang Qingyang knew very well that the intensity of his spirit means concentration, persistence, and control over the body. At the same time, it will also affect willpower and infectiousness to others.

Early morning is a new beginning.

The whole person is also new, and his mind and spirit are in the best state. Zhang Qingyang sat cross-legged for two minutes before entering the state.

The starlight in the inner universe seemed to be stronger again. Zhang Qingyang took a moment to pay attention, then withdrew his gaze, and practiced step by step according to the practice method of the Bridge of the Mind.

Some sparse fog-like mist spread over the inner universe gathered from all directions with Zhang Qingyang's call.

These are the manifestation of Zhang Qingyang's mental power.

It seemed as if a hand was directing, and the tulle-like mist continued to gather and condense, gradually moving towards the shape of a fly bridge.
Chapter completed!