hotmtlnovel Chapter 5 The web is woven together.
Chapter 5 The web is woven together.
silence.
Five breaths of silence.
Then Zhuge Ji spoke.
However, he did not comment on Zhuge Yan's Qimen formation, but asked a different question.
"The way you started the game just now..."
His voice was slow, each word sounding as if it had been carefully chosen before being uttered.
"It doesn't seem to be the approach of the Wuhou School. Your Qi completed the allocation of the eight gates at the same time as the central palace was set up, without the process of setting up the formation one by one."
In my forty years with the Wuhou School, I have never seen such a method of setting up the game.
He stared at Zhuge Yan.
"How did you do that?"
All eyes in the training ground were on Zhuge Yan.
Zhuge Yan stood in the center of the Bagua diagram, meeting Zhuge Ji's gaze without flinching.
He had anticipated this problem.
Last night, when he completed the Qimen Dunjia divination for the first time in overclocked mode, he knew that once he revealed this ability to others, someone would definitely ask him this question.
Because his starting method was indeed not in the style of the Wuhou School.
As Zhuge Ji said, the Qimen Dunjia divination method of the Wuhou School first determines the central palace, and then the four plates of Heaven, Earth, Man and God are set up one by one.
This is similar to a math problem; as you become more proficient, your problem-solving speed will naturally increase.
But no matter what, even if there are multiple ways to solve a problem, no one can avoid the basic process.
But Zhuge Yan was different. The moment he set the center, all four pieces were already in place. The speed was so fast that it didn't seem like there was a "solution process". Instead, it was more like he directly got the "answer" in one step!
This is not "fast".
This is "at the same time"!
Just as others write one stroke at a time, he printed the entire page at once.
"Replying to the Third Elder."
Zhuge Yan's voice was steady, but his mind was racing.
I can't tell the truth, at least not now.
"Mystery" is the name he gave to this unique ability.
As the name suggests, it is the mind of the Xuanmen (mystical sect) and the calculation of heavenly secrets.
Once the existence of Xuanji is exposed, not to mention how the clansmen will view the abilities of this "heretical" person, the basic medical knowledge about the human body alone will be beyond the comprehension of people of this era.
Therefore, he needed an answer that could be explained without revealing his biggest secret.
"Although I have failed to master the basics in the past two years, I have not wasted my time."
Zhuge Yan spoke slowly.
"The eight directions, the five elements' mutual generation and restraint, and the changes of the four plates are all silently practiced in my mind every day."
Previously, the flow of Qi couldn't keep up with the deductions of thought, so every time a divination was actually performed, the Qi would dissipate.
This is the truth.
He did indeed practice silently every day for two years, but the speed of his silent practice couldn't keep up with the requirements of the actual game setup.
"Last night, I suddenly understood a principle."
He paused, then continued:
"The Qimen Dunjia divination is essentially about using Qi to draw a net in space, and the Eight Gates are the eight nodes on that net."
In the past, disciples always tried to first determine the central palace and then light up each node one by one. This is like weaving a net, first weaving one corner and then another.
But that's not how you weave a web.
He raised his head and looked at Zhuge Ji.
"The web is woven together."
This statement is not made up.
Last night, while reviewing the game, he repeatedly replayed the experience of starting the game in overclocked mode in his mind.
The feeling of all eight directions appearing simultaneously is indeed like a net unfolding in one's consciousness.
All nodes are connected from the beginning, so there is no need to light them up one by one.
His "sudden enlightenment" was that he realized another way of understanding Qimen Dunjia divination.
Overclocking gave him the ability to realize this understanding.
Zhuge Ji remained silent.
He stared at Zhuge Yan for a long time, so long that the young disciples on the sidelines began to exchange uneasy glances.
"Zhuge Yan".
He put down his pen and finally spoke again.
"Starting tomorrow, you will be moving to Group C."
A collective gasp of surprise rippled through the crowd from the sidelines.
The training of young disciples of the Wuhou School is divided into four groups: A, B, C, and D.
The T-group is for beginners who haven't even started.
The Bing group consists of disciples who have mastered the Eight Gates Deduction and are currently learning the Four Plates' Mutual Generation and Restraint.
Zhuge Zhao, Zhuge Ming, and Zhuge Yunhui are all in the Bing character group.
It takes an average person three to six months to go from the Ding group to the Bing group, but it took Zhuge Yan two years.
But from another perspective, it only took him three days to go from "being completely unable to set up a divination" to "simultaneously operating the Heaven, Earth, and Man plates".
To be precise, it was yesterday, last night, and this morning.
Three time periods, three overclocking sessions, totaling less than ten breaths!
Zhuge Yan bowed respectfully.
"Thank you, Elder Xie."
He turned and walked to the sidelines, his footsteps making a soft sound on the bluestone ground.
Everyone in the training ground watched his retreating figure, but no one spoke.
The position of Group C is slightly to the left of the center of the field, neither too far nor too close to the stone platform.
Zhuge Zhao stood there, his expression not very good.
Zhuge Yan walked to his side and stood still.
Zhuge Zhao's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just looked away.
Zhuge Yan did not look at him.
A little warm liquid was welling up in his nose, but he forced it back down.
The side effects of the three-breath overclock are starting to appear—slight dizziness, swollen eyes, and throbbing temples.
Fortunately, all of these are within a controllable range.
The examination lasted for one hour.
When the event ended, no one spoke to Zhuge Yan anymore.
It's not that I'm isolated, it's that I don't know what to say.
The contrast between someone who ranked last for two consecutive years and suddenly succeeded in the ten-day exam by simultaneously manipulating the Heaven, Earth, and Man celestial bodies is so great that everyone needs time to process it.
Zhuge Yan didn't care.
He only cares about one thing now: getting back to his room and recording his experience before the side effects completely subside.
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After returning to his room, Zhuge Yan sat cross-legged on the bed for an hour.
It's not overclocking; it's the purest and most authentic Zhou Tian cycle of the Wuhou School.
His Qi flowed slowly along the Ren and Du meridians. He deliberately slowed down at each acupoint to sense the subtle reactions of the acupoint as the Qi passed through.
The aftereffects of overclocking are gradually fading.
The metallic smell deep in my nasal cavity had faded, leaving only a faint, lingering throbbing sensation on both sides of my temples, like being gently pressed by two fingers. It didn't hurt, but it was very noticeable.
When his Qi passes through the Fengchi acupoint, the feeling of distension will intensify briefly, and then lessen as the Qi flows through.
Fengchi (GB20) connects to the brain meridians.
Zhuge Yan silently noted this down in his mind.
The strain on the brain from overclocking is likely to first manifest itself around the Fengchi acupoint.
If you use the Qi-clearing and ventilation pool promptly after the next overclocking, it might speed up the recovery.
He didn't try again; he had already used up his two overclocking quotas for the day.
The exam this morning, plus the second one last night, makes exactly two.
He set the rules himself: a maximum of twice a day, and once set, they must be followed.
Zhuge Yan opened his eyes, got off the bed, walked to the table, and poured himself a glass of water.
The tea was brewed yesterday and has cooled completely; the tea leaves at the bottom of the cup have turned black.
He didn't seem to care and took a sip.
The bitter taste of the herbal tea spread from the back of his tongue to his throat, making him a little more awake.
The shadows of the bamboo grove outside the window had been shortened by the midday sun.
It was almost noon, and Zhuge Yan was wondering whether he should go to the kitchen to find something to eat when the sound of footsteps outside the door suddenly made him stop.
It wasn't just one person's footsteps.
There are two people!