"Ahem...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Infinita coughed a few times, and found Donald looking at her, so she simply covered her mouth and swallowed the cough back. She definitely felt uncomfortable. Her two narrow eyebrows were put together, but she still made no sound.

"Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Donald glanced at Infinita's clothes. She had a white blouse with patterned folds on her upper body, a pair of tight trousers on her lower body, and a pair of short-heeled leather boots on her feet. This outfit means she was definitely not going to play these two days, otherwise, according to custom, she should be a skirt.

A suit suitable for sports, but not a disease like a cold, it should be injured... What has she experienced when she went out in the past two days?

"No, I'll take a break."

Infinita refused to help in a quiet tone.

"Okay, if something happens...you can call me."

Donald can't do anything like a hot face and cold butt. Since Infinita said it was OK, he didn't mean to pull people to the hospital, let alone that he might not be able to pull Infinita. If the power of that hand knife was chopped on his neck, with his current body, he would probably faint.

It's almost half past ten, and he is anxious to watch the clock meditation.

After washing up, he changed into his pajamas and locked his room door. Donald sat at the desk, and placed the gun in the drawer below, and opened the scroll to study.

The scroll was preserved quite well. When you first saw it spread out, your eyes were attracted by the picture in the center.

A yellow mechanical dial is not composed of simple pointers and numbers, but removes the external metal shell and completely exposes the internal structure. Under the pointer is a large number of meshing gears and subtle devices. The details are extremely delicate, as if the gears inside can rotate by themselves as long as they are moved. Donald couldn't even imagine that this was something that someone else painted with a brush.

Turning to the top of the scroll, the beginning is an introduction to the meditation method of clocks. Donald does not understand the words and sentences with professional terms, but he can still understand some of them, and thus knows some basic common sense.

First of all, the Clock Meditation Method clearly mentions the conditions for practice, which is different from the meditation method used in ordinary society to improve personal attention and relax the spirit, which does not require a threshold. As long as you have patience, everyone can practice.

It requires practitioners to have the most basic mental power talent, including: strong thoughts, open fire, ice condensation, etc., that is, due to the emergence of talent, they already have some mental power to use.

In other words, clock meditation can only be enhanced, that is, 1 liter 2, and cannot be created, that is, a breakthrough from 0 to 1.

Donald passed this point. He didn't know what kind of talent he had, but at least he had the mental power.

Secondly, if the practitioner's strength is a wizard who reaches the level of power, he needs to give up his personal system to prevent conflicts in meditation, otherwise it is easy to cause mental disorder and bear the consequences.

This has nothing to do with Donald, but he knows from it that the power level represents a certain level of the word.

Finally, the clock meditation method emphasizes stability and delicacy, and focuses more on auxiliary effects on spells and does not carry any attack or defense characteristics, so wizards need to consider themselves when making choices.

This... Donald yearns for the bombing mage who throws a big fireball into the face with a disagreement, but now he has no choice.

Confirm that you meet the conditions, then the way of practicing. This part does not need to be read at once, because it clearly marked the stage learning process. As a novice, Donald naturally turned his attention to the first stage.

To be honest, Donald was a little surprised after reading it, because the method of practice is not complicated, and all the descriptions seem to be simple and easy to understand.

Trace, this is the summary name of the first stage. As the name suggests, the first stage of practice only requires one thing, that is, use mental power to describe the clock on the scroll.

Eliminating a lot of narrative words and sentences, Donald summed up it up as injecting mental power into the clock on the scroll and printing it into his mind. The first step in this first stage is to use mental power to touch the clock on the scroll to draw.

There is no other explanation, there is only one sentence above: touch the clock with mental power.

Donald naturally did as he did, his mental power extending out of his fingers, and he focused on moving towards the clock drawing. When the invisible and intangible mental power successfully joined the scroll screen, a blue light appeared in the clock drawing in front of him, and then Donald found that his mental power was being continuously absorbed.

This made his mind turn from clear and dull, and finally he swayed on the table.

In the darkness, countless lights were moving forward or retreating. Donald raised his head. There was no response from his body in this movement, but his eyes were inexplicably facing upwards.

It was dark, and my whole body seemed to be immersed in an ice cave, with a cold breath surrounding it.

Tick ​​to answer ~

The crisp sound of water drops falling, the vision declined, and the darkness dissipated. What appeared in front of me was an ancient study room with no door and an area of ​​about 20 square meters.

Surrounded by bookshelfs several meters high and books placed in them, I glanced at them and saw that some of the titles were clear, while others were very blurred.

In the center of the room was a red-brown wooden table. There were very few things on the table, a square frame with its back facing him, a brown scroll, and a pen placed vertically next to the scroll. Behind the desk was a carved wooden chair of the same material.

Donald suddenly realized that he could act. Under the guidance of some indescribable force, he stepped forward and sat into the wooden chair, held the pen in his right hand in his usual posture. His eyes involuntarily turned to the front of the frame he had seen before, and something was placed inside.

The entity of clock drawing in clock meditation!

The pen in his hand began to move, but what flowed out was not black ink, but light blue light. He knew that this was his spiritual power, so he was engraved on the paper.

Donald thought of starting painting from the outermost frame, but the streamer in the pen quickly ran out.

There was no dizziness, and after a few seconds, the tip of the pen began to overflow with blue streams again.
Chapter completed!