Forty years old, awakening attribute panel

Chapter 252

Teacher Danny stood in front of the blackboard, his hands resting lightly on the podium, his face filled with a gentle but firm smile. He looked around at a group of young faces full of curiosity and expectation, and took a deep breath, as if to put all his wisdom and patience into the next explanation.

"Students," Teacher Danny said in a low and magnetic voice, "this process requires patience and carefulness, because each object is unique, and they all have their own personality and temper." He raised his hand slightly, as if tracing the outlines of those objects in the air, "Imagine that each sword has its own story, and each swing has its own rhythm; each piece of armor carries the oath of the guardian, and each resistance embodies a firm belief; even each stone has experienced the baptism of time and contains the secrets of the earth."

He paused, his eyes looking through the window, as if he saw the distant past and the endless future. Then he turned back to the podium, picked up a piece of chalk, and began to draw on the blackboard. His fingers moved lightly on the blackboard, outlining the outline of a sword, a piece of armor, and a stone. Every detail was carefully depicted by him, as if these objects were jumping on his fingertips.

"Now, let's see how to channel spirituality into these objects." Teacher Danny put down the chalk, walked to the center of the classroom, and picked up a sword that he had prepared in advance. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then gently stroked the blade. His fingers slid along the blade, as if listening to the sword's breathing.

"First, we need to use our hearts to feel the character of the sword." Teacher Danny's voice became soft and deep. "Is this sword brave and fearless? Is it sharp and perceptive? Its character will determine how we communicate with it."

Teacher Danny closed his eyes tightly and focused all his attention on the sword in his hand. His fingers slid gently along the blade, and every touch was like plucking the strings of a guitar, bringing subtle vibrations. He seemed to be able to feel the temperature of the sword, a cold and firm feeling, like cold iron in winter.

His breathing became slow and deep, resonating with the sword's breathing. He imagined that he was connected to the sword's soul, blending with each other. In his perception, the sword was no longer a dead object, but a living being with an independent will.

Teacher Danny began to slowly channel his spirituality into the sword. He felt a warm current flowing from his palm into the sword, as if injecting life force into the sword. His fingers tapped lightly on the sword, producing a low and powerful rhythm, as if he was communicating silently with the sword.

After a while, Teacher Danny opened his eyes, and the sword in his hand seemed to glow with new light. He swung it gently, and the sword made a crisp sound, as if cheering for its new life.

"Look," Teacher Danny said to the students with a smile, "this is the effect of channeling spirituality into an object. The sword has become sharper and more sensitive."

Teacher Danny stood in the middle of the classroom, holding an ordinary sword that had not yet been spiritually guided. The blade of the sword was slightly dim, without that kind of radiant spirituality. He stared at a solid wooden board in front of him. The board had clear texture and hard wood, giving people a feeling of being unshakable.

He gently adjusted his grip on the sword, his fingers naturally fitting along the curve of the hilt, ensuring that each knuckle could flexibly and stably control the hilt. His fingers were slightly bent, as if they were integrated with the hilt, conveying a resonance of power.

Teacher Danny took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slightly, as if he was gathering strength for the next move. He swung his sword fiercely at the wooden board, the blade carrying a sharp gust of wind, whistling towards the wooden board.

When the sword blade came into contact with the wooden board, there was a dull thumping sound, like two boulders colliding. At the moment of impact, wood chips flew everywhere, and tiny wood chips fluttered in the air like snowflakes. However, despite the flying wood chips, the wooden board remained intact, leaving only a shallow scratch.

Teacher Danny turned around and picked up the sword that he had just guided. The blade of the sword was completely different now. It was no longer dull, but was shining with a restrained and dazzling light, as if it contained endless energy. The blade trembled slightly, emitting an imperceptible humming sound, which was a sign of the complete awakening of spirituality, and people could not help but feel awe.

He readjusted his posture, standing firmly on the ground with both feet, leaning forward slightly, as if he wanted to concentrate all his strength on the sword in his hand. His eyes became extremely focused, as if he could see through the sword and understand its internal mysteries. His fingers tightly grasped the hilt, and every knuckle was full of strength, as if he wanted to merge with the sword.

Teacher Danny took another deep breath, and his chest seemed to be filled with a powerful force. Then, he swung the sword down violently, his movements were faster than before, as if he wanted to pour all his strength into this sword. The sword light flashed in the air, like a meteor across the night sky, short and dazzling. There seemed to be a slight tearing sound in the air, which was the sound of the sword blade rubbing against the air at high speed.

The sword cut into the wooden board with the force of a bamboo, without any resistance. In an instant, the wooden board was split in two, and wood chips flew everywhere under the sword's drive, as if a wood chip rain had fallen. The sound of the wooden board breaking echoed in the classroom, crisp and loud, making people feel excited.

At that moment, the whole classroom seemed to be frozen by an invisible force. All the students' eyes widened, with unbelievable light flashing in their pupils. They stood up from their seats and involuntarily gathered around Teacher Danny, forming a tight circle.

The students' curiosity drove them to touch the sword with their own hands. One of the students carefully stretched out his hand and gently touched the sword with his fingertips. He felt a cold and hard touch, as if the sword was made of ice and steel. He couldn't help but exclaimed: "This sword is like it has life!"

Another student showed great interest in the broken wood. He picked up one end of the wood and carefully observed the cut made by the sword. The cut was smooth and neat, as if it had been cut by a precise machine. He exclaimed: "This sword is so sharp that it can even split the wood easily!"

The students around him also exclaimed in admiration, with expressions of amazement on their faces. Some students stared with their eyes wide open, as if they wanted to freeze this scene in their minds forever; some students whispered to each other, discussing this magical spiritual guidance technology; and some students could not help but be eager to try it themselves.

As the students were amazed, Teacher Danny smiled and took out a pile of materials from under the podium, ready for everyone to experience the charm of spiritual guidance. The materials in his hands included ordinary wooden boards and unsharpened daggers, each of which looked plain and simple, waiting to be awakened by the students.

"Now, it's time for you to do it yourself." Teacher Danny's voice was full of encouragement. "Remember, spiritual guidance is not just a skill, but also a process of establishing a deep connection with an object. Feel it with your heart and communicate with it."

The students nodded one after another. They understood that spiritual guidance was not just a simple operation, but also a wonderful experience that required the integration of mind and objects. They began to carefully select their practice materials, gently touching the texture of the wood board and the texture of the dagger, trying to establish a special connection with them.

Students gathered around and picked their own practice materials. Jiang Sheng chose a medium-sized wooden board and a dagger. He held the dagger tightly, feeling its dullness, and his eyes flashed with determination.

Jiang Sheng stood in a corner of the classroom, holding a dagger in his hand, and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes, letting the noise around him temporarily stay away from his thoughts. He began to adjust his breathing, and each breath was deep and even, as if he was performing a silent dance with the air around him.

His fingers gently stroked the handle of the dagger, feeling the rough touch of its unsharpened edge. He imagined the years that the dagger had experienced, the forgotten past and the dormant power. He tried to connect his mind with the dagger and feel the soul within it.

As his breathing gradually became steady, Jiang Sheng's heart began to calm down. He seemed to be able to hear the sound of his own heartbeat, which echoed with the subtle vibration of the dagger. He felt the weight of the dagger, which was a heavy texture, as if it carried some unknown power.

He continued to concentrate, extending his perception deeper into the dagger. He imagined his spirituality as a thin thread, gently wrapped around every inch of the dagger, trying to establish a deep connection with it. He felt the dormant power inside the dagger, a quiet and powerful force waiting to be awakened.

Gradually, Jiang Sheng felt an unprecedented subtle change. His mind seemed to resonate with the dagger, and he could hear a low and powerful breathing sound, as if it was a heartbeat coming from deep inside the dagger. This sound was low and mysterious, full of power and the rhythm of life.

Jiang Sheng's eyebrows slightly raised, his eyes flashing with excitement and determination. He felt the connection between him and the dagger getting closer and closer, as if they had become one. He knew that at this moment, he was ready.

"Now!" Jiang Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were firm and bright, full of confidence and strength. He held the dagger tightly, and with a slight flick of his wrist, the dagger chopped at the wooden board in front of him at lightning speed.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze. The dagger drew a beautiful arc in the air, and its speed was unbelievable. When the dagger touched the wooden board, a crisp "click" sounded, and the whole classroom seemed to shake.

The wooden board was easily split by the dagger, and the cut was neat and smooth, as if it had been cut by a sharp knife. Wood chips flew in the air, forming a fine rain of wood chips. However, Jiang Sheng held the dagger firmly and was not affected at all.

The students around him exclaimed in admiration, with surprised expressions on their faces. Jiang Sheng also smiled with satisfaction, knowing that he had successfully completed the spiritual guidance exercise.

"Good job, Jiang Sheng!" Teacher Danny came over and patted him on the shoulder. "You did a great job. Remember, spiritual guidance is not only a skill, but also a state of mind. Only by perceiving and experiencing it with your heart can you truly grasp its essence."

Amid the students' exclamations, Jiang Sheng stood in the middle of the classroom, his face filled with a satisfied smile. He tightly grasped the dagger in his hand, his eyes revealing an indescribable joy and sense of accomplishment.

At this time, Teacher Danny walked out of the crowd with a smile, his steps were brisk and powerful, and every step seemed unhurried. When he walked to Jiang Sheng, he stopped, his eyes full of admiration and satisfaction.

Teacher Danny gently patted Jiang Sheng on the shoulder, a gesture full of encouragement and recognition. He smiled and said, "Good job, Jiang Sheng! You did a great job." His voice was gentle and powerful, giving people a sense of warmth and strength.

While speaking, Teacher Danny's eyes revealed deep admiration for Jiang Sheng. He continued, "Your comprehension is really strong. You have mastered the essence of spiritual guidance so quickly. Remember, spiritual guidance is not only a skill, but also a state of mind. Only by perceiving and experiencing it with your heart can you truly grasp its essence."

When Danny was speaking, he always had a smile on his face, and his eyes were shining with wisdom and encouragement. His words made Jiang Sheng feel affirmed, and at the same time made him more determined to pursue and love the spiritual guidance technology. Following Jiang Sheng's successful demonstration, other students also devoted themselves to the spiritual guidance practice. The classroom was filled with a tense and focused atmosphere, and everyone was concentrating on establishing a connection with the dagger and the wooden board in their hands.

The atmosphere in the classroom gradually heated up. Every student was fully focused on the spiritual guidance practice, their faces were full of concentration and expectation. When the first student successfully cut the dagger into the wooden board, a crisp "click" sound was heard, and the whole classroom seemed to be excited.

Soon, more and more students successfully completed the exercise. Their faces were filled with smiles of joy and pride, as if the flame of victory was burning in everyone's heart. The students began to exchange their experiences with each other, sharing their feelings and techniques during the exercise.

"How did you do it? I feel like I have established a connection with the dagger." a student asked excitedly.

"Me too, I try to feel the breath of the dagger and breathe with it." Another student replied with a smug smile on his face.

The classroom was filled with laughter and applause, and everyone's face was filled with joy and a sense of accomplishment. The students encouraged and supported each other, as if they had formed a united and progressive collective.

Finally, the bell rang, breaking the lively atmosphere in the classroom. Students stood up and began to pack up their practice materials. They carefully put the daggers and wooden boards back to their original places, as if saying goodbye to their comrades.

Jiang Sheng also packed up his things. He picked up the dagger and gently stroked its blade, as if recalling the feeling of practicing just now. His heart was filled with desire for spiritual guidance technology. He knew that he still had a long way to go, but he couldn't wait to continue exploring this mysterious and interesting world.

He raised his head and looked out the window. The sun shone through the window, illuminating the entire classroom. Jiang Sheng took a deep breath, feeling the warmth and strength brought by the sun.

He knew that spiritual guidance was only the beginning of spiritual arts learning. To truly master the power of spiritual arts, he needed to continue learning and practicing. So he decided to use his after-school time to go to the family library to learn spiritual arts in depth.

Jiang Sheng walked out of the classroom, crossed the tree-lined path on campus, and came to the family library. This is an old and solemn building, exuding a mysterious and solemn atmosphere. He pushed open the heavy wooden door and walked in.

Jiang Sheng walked out of the classroom and walked briskly through the tree-lined path on campus. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves onto his young face, reflecting the desire for knowledge in his eyes. He came to the family library, an ancient and solemn building that seemed to carry the family's wisdom and history.

Jiang Sheng gently pushed open the heavy wooden door, and with a low creaking sound, he stepped into this quiet world. The light in the library was soft, and the air was filled with a unique scent of ink and an old smell. He looked around and saw rows of tall bookshelves neatly arranged, filled with all kinds of books.

Jiang Sheng walked to the bookshelf and began to look for books about spiritual arts. His fingers gently slid across the spines of the books, feeling the texture and temperature of each book. Suddenly, his eyes stopped on a thick ancient book. The cover of the book was yellowed and the edges were a little worn, but the handwriting was still clearly visible, revealing an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

Just as Jiang Sheng's fingertips were about to touch the yellowed ancient book, he felt a subtle vibration, as if a call came from another time and space. At this time, a gentle and steady voice broke the silence of the library and sounded softly in his ears.

"Jiang Sheng, you can only read books on the first floor." The voice revealed an unquestionable authority, but also a hint of intimacy.

Jiang Sheng suddenly raised his head, his eyes passing through the layers of bookshelves, and fixed on a middle-aged man. This man was the library administrator Luo Mi, who was wearing a neat dark blue uniform with the family emblem embroidered on the collar, looking solemn and majestic. He always had a kind smile on his face, but his eyes were shining with wisdom.

Luo Mi was standing by a bookshelf not far away, holding a heavy book in his hand, and his eyes under his reading glasses were staring at Jiang Sheng. He gently put down the book in his hand and walked over slowly, each step seemed unhurried.

"The books on the second and third floors have special restrictions of the family and cannot be read without permission." Luo Mi walked up to Jiang Sheng and added with a smile. His voice was full of respect for family rules and concern for Jiang Sheng.

Jiang Sheng nodded slightly, showing his understanding. He withdrew his hand, his eyes still lingering on the ancient book, with a hint of regret in his eyes. But he knew that the family rules could not be violated, and even if he was eager in his heart, he could only look for the books he needed on the first floor.

Luo Mi seemed to see Jiang Sheng's disappointment. He patted Jiang Sheng's shoulder gently and comforted him, "There are also a lot of books on the first floor. You can find a lot of knowledge about spiritual arts here. If you need any help, feel free to come to me."

Jiang Sheng was slightly startled, then quickly adjusted his mood. He nodded, indicating that he fully understood what Administrator Romi said. He withdrew his hand and looked back at the bookshelf, determined to find the spiritual knowledge he needed in the books on the first floor.

On the bookshelf on the first floor, there are many kinds of books. From ancient scrolls to exquisite hardcover books, from yellowed ancient books to brand new manuals, each book seems to contain endless knowledge and wisdom. Jiang Sheng's eyes quickly swept across the spines of the books, looking for books related to spiritual arts.

He reached out and took down a book called "Introduction to the Basics of Spiritual Arts". The title of the book was printed in gold font on the cover, which looked particularly solemn. He turned the pages and saw lines of text, as if opening a door to the world of spiritual arts for him. He read the contents of the book carefully, taking notes from time to time, and using his heart to feel the meaning behind every word.

In addition to introductory books, Jiang Sheng also found many books on advanced spiritual arts. He picked up a book called "Guide to Advanced Spiritual Arts" and opened the catalog. He found that the book detailed various spiritual arts techniques and cultivation methods. He was excited, knowing that he was about to embark on a journey full of challenges and opportunities.

While reading the book, Jiang Sheng stopped to think from time to time. He tried to understand the knowledge in the book and combine it with his actual situation. He felt that his mind was constantly growing and expanding, as if he was having a deeper connection with the world of spiritual arts.

Although the number of books on the first floor was limited compared to the second and third floors, Jiang Sheng was not discouraged. He knew that the family's rules were strict, and there were special restrictions on important knowledge such as spiritual arts. But he believed that as long as he studied hard, even if he could only read the books on the first floor, he could still provide him with valuable spiritual knowledge.

While exploring the books on the first floor, Jiang Sheng's eyes were attracted by a book with a simple cover and exquisite binding. The book cover was written in golden font "Mysterious Plant Encyclopedia", quietly exuding a unique atmosphere in the corner of the bookshelf. Jiang Sheng's heart moved, and he remembered the mysterious product he found in the seeds he summoned before - the Field of Life.

He carefully took the book off the shelf and gently turned the pages. As the pages turned, a faint scent of grass and trees wafted into his nose, as if he was in a dense forest. Jiang Sheng's eyes quickly swept across the pages, looking for clues related to the Field of Life.

Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on an illustration. The illustration showed a strange plant, its leaves were as green as jade, and its flowers had a faint golden luster. Next to the illustration, a line of small words caught Jiang Sheng's attention: "The Tree of Life, a mysterious plant in legend, has endless vitality and can breed the Field of Life."

Jiang Sheng's heartbeat quickened, and he felt as if he had found the key to unlocking the mystery of the Field of Life. He carefully read the description of the Tree of Life, trying to find more clues. He noticed that the book mentioned that the Tree of Life would only grow in certain environments and needed a special kind of energy to nourish it.

Jiang Sheng sat at the long wooden table in the library, holding the "Mysterious Plants Encyclopedia" in his hand, which seemed like a door to an unknown world. He took a deep breath and gently turned the pages. There was a slight rustling sound between the pages, as if nature was whispering.

His fingers slid lightly across the pages, feeling the roughness and fineness of the paper, and every time he turned the page, it was like exploring a whole new world. His eyes were fixed on the illustrations and text on the pages, afraid of missing any details.

When he turned to a certain page, his eyes suddenly lit up. On that page, an exquisite illustration took up most of the page, depicting a plant he had never seen before. The leaves of this plant were peculiar, with light golden ripples on the edges and a deep emerald green in the center, as if it contained endless vitality.

Jiang Sheng's heartbeat quickened. He felt as if he had touched the clue of the Field of Life. He leaned closer to the page and carefully observed every detail of the illustration. He noticed that at the root of the plant, there was a line of tiny words marked: "The source of life, containing endless vitality."

Jiang Sheng frowned, and began to think about how to find this special energy. He recalled the spiritual arts he used when summoning seeds, which was an ability to communicate with the power of nature. He had an idea that maybe he could use his spiritual arts to sense and find this special energy.

Then, he turned to the chapter about "Yuhua". Yuhua is a flower that can whisper. Its petals are covered with fine lines, as if containing ancient text. When night falls and the moonlight shines on it, Yuhua will sway gently and make low murmurs, as if telling ancient secrets. Jiang Sheng was deeply attracted by this mysterious and beautiful plant. He imagined that in the quiet night, he would talk to Yuhua and listen to the wisdom and enlightenment it brought.

Yuhua's voice was gentle and mysterious. It told Jiang Sheng the secrets of the Field of Life, the power of nature and the mysteries of the universe. Jiang Sheng felt deeply attracted, as if he was in a world full of wisdom and enlightenment. He seemed to be able to feel the vitality contained in Yuhua, the endless and endless power.

Jiang Sheng was filled with shock and awe. He realized that Yuhua was not just a plant, but a magical being that could communicate with people and pass on wisdom. He marveled at the magic and greatness of nature, and felt lucky to have met such a being.

The sunlight from the window shone through the glass onto his body, coating him with a layer of golden light. He was immersed in the world of spiritual arts and forgot the passage of time. It was not until night fell that he reluctantly closed the book and prepared to leave the library.

(End of this chapter)