The wizard who went straight back to his room ignored the thoughts of others. He moved a little in the room to exercise his limbs to a certain extent, and set up some small witchcraft methods to defend and realm, and then began to practice his three thousand thoughts.

Three thousand thoughts are the basis for becoming a formal wizard. If three thousand thoughts are not nurtured, they are not considered a real wizard at all.

In the Wizard Academy where Li Song is located, there are a large number of reserve wizards who have been unable to give birth to their three thousand thoughts, so they have never been considered formal wizards. However, even so, the treatment they enjoy in the Wizard Academy is no different from that of formal wizards, but to some extent, they are better than formal wizards.

There are three directions to practice the three thousand thoughts: one is to constantly increase the number of one's own thoughts and increase the thoughts you have; the other is to constantly improve the intensity of one's own thoughts and make the individual thoughts stronger; and the last one is actually a combination of the first two.

In the world of wizards, the number of wizards who practice three ways of thinking is basically the same as each other. The wizard Li Song chose to constantly improve the intensity of his thoughts so that every single thought would be extremely powerful.

After practicing for three thousand thoughts, the secret method used by the wizard is still the method of cultivation among the secret method of "Hongglass and Floods".

The secret technique flowed, and the body that had just recovered from plumpness once again dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye. This change stopped when a breath of twizard appeared on the wizard.

After entering a state of withering and flourishing, all the three thousand thoughts born with consciousness returned to his heart.

Three thousand thoughts returned to the heart. Where did Li Song see that his heart became extremely huge.

Here, three thousand thoughts turned into gray-black silk threads, one end of which was flying outside the heart, while the other one grew on the heart.

The gray-black silk thread transformed from three thousand thoughts began to appear as a spider web-like under the conscious urging of Li Song, spreading and expanding around him with the heart as the center.

These thoughts of turning into gray-black silk threads passed through his internal organs, through his flesh and blood, and spread little by little to all important organs and tissues of his body.

After completing all this, the ends of the three thousand thoughts gathered towards his heart according to a certain line. After all the thoughts gathered, they blended and entangled with each other, turning into a sapling and growing on the beating heart.

As the heart beats, blood and energy pour onto the saplings that the thought turns into. This sapling is a tree called Cangmu evolved by the wizard.

This kind of tree is unusual and extremely rare. Some powerful wizards use these cyan trees when doing many experiments or making props. Unfortunately, cyan trees are extremely rare and difficult to survive. As far as Li Song knows, there are three or two of these cyan trees in a college, and only one is less.

Because the growth of the blue wood is extremely slow, the wizard uses his thoughts to condense the shape of the blue wood to allow it to grow, but in order to exercise the resilience of the three thousand thoughts. If he wants to exercise the intensity or other effects of the thoughts, he needs to evolve into other plants, animals and even dead objects.

Different effects require different items to be evolved to make the gains in practice bigger.

Under the watering of the heart and soul, the green wood grew slowly. During this period, the wizard could not feel the passage of time. He just felt the growth of the green wood transformed into by those thoughts, and felt the subtle changes brought about in each growth.

I don’t know how long it took, and the sapling changed into a big tree in the sky. It didn’t take long before, and the big tree in the sky began to wither. At this time, the wizard also felt that his thoughts were getting tired.

When his thoughts were at their limit, the withered blue tree shrank rapidly. In just a few breaths, it changed into a new sapling, ready to grow again. However, the wizard's thoughts were too tired, so he dissipated the thoughts, terminated the supply of qi and blood, and completely dissipated the just-grown blue tree.

According to past experience, the wizard knew that this was his limit. If he continued to practice forcibly, it would not only be bad for Sanqian's thoughts, but also cause great damage to his body.

The three thousand thoughts spread across important positions of the body are rolled back to the heart, and a layer of gray-black silk armor is formed around the heart. The heart beats, and the power of these three thousand thoughts continues to penetrate into the blood, slowly changing some things in the blood, making the power of the blood stronger.

The strength of the blood power is closely related to whether the bloodline of his descendants is suitable for the wizard's cultivation.

It was already afternoon after the practice. At this time, the downpour outside weakened, and instead it was drizzling.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed for a few hours, he stood up suddenly, which made the wizard feel a little stiff in his hands and feet. After a few simple movements, he got up and walked into the courtyard outside.

After taking off the cloak from his head and losing the shelter of witchcraft, raindrops fell on his cheeks, wetting his long hair.

Feeling the coolness brought by the raindrops, the wizard's mood gradually improved. He temporarily forgot the heavy pressure brought by his struggle for three or two years, and forgot the unchanging caused by his lack of many things. He just stood quietly in the courtyard and felt the feeling of the rain slapping his cheek.

"This may be a kind of enjoyment!" At some point, the nun of the melon-faced face opened her window door and lay on the windowsill to look at the wizard in the courtyard. Looking at the wizard who looked ordinary but had a stronger mysterious aura than the casters, she was thinking about many things in her mind.

"In the Kulun Empire, this is the thirteenth wizard. According to the church records, the Kulun Empire, which has been extinct for more than a thousand years, has so many wizards arrived in just a few decades. I am afraid that those wizards want to revive the glorious years before."

"I just don't know if other churches, organizations, nobles or even royals are willing to let the terrible organization of wizards rise again."

"Forget it, I'm just a little nun. I'm here now, just to help him build a castle according to the agreement with the wizards back then. As for whether the wizard will rise, and whether this young wizard will be suppressed here, it has nothing to do with me."

The young nun leaned on his chin and gradually became fascinated by thinking about some things about the wizard he knew.
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