The young monk accompanied Watson to practice swordsmanship in the snow at the bottom of the valley for several days, and Watson continued to use the Demon-Conquering Sword.

The young monk still used branches randomly picked from the bottom of the valley. Although his level was much higher than Watson at this time, he was no longer sparring closely with Watson.

After all, the Demon-Conquering Sword has a soul-stirring power that even he doesn't want to face.

Watson practiced hard for three days, but the results he achieved surprised the young monk, and he couldn't help but open his mouth.

In his memory, Watson was still the little guy holding a sword in the first abyss, the boy being chased by several ghosts.

Unexpectedly, before I taught him, this guy could already spit fire from his eyes.

How long has it been since then? The boy has grown to a height where he can spar with him and practice slaying monsters with his sword.

With the help of this divine fire, in the eyes of the young monk, the first level is no longer difficult for Watson.

After practicing for a few days, the young monk looked up at the sky over the abyss and said, "Tell me, how did you learn to spit out that divine fire, and even your feet recovered as before."

Watson took back the Demon-Conquering Sword, looked at him and smiled: "To be honest, just when I was almost killed by those killers on the mountain road, my left leg seemed to be the same."

"I remember that when I was going down the mountain, my left leg was still a bit inconvenient... I guess it was because God took pity on me."

Watson recalled the moment when he was attacked by two killers on the mountain road, and thought that without this divine fire, he would have died in the snow long ago.

"Don't think about going to the first floor yet. Take advantage of the snow to improve your swordsmanship to another level!" The little monk thought for a while and said quietly.

In his opinion, Watson's sword had murderous intent, but its speed was still not enough.

Watson was stunned, looked at him and asked: "With my level, to what level can I improve my swordsmanship?"

The young monk glanced at him, shook his head and said: "There are many realms of swordsmanship, such as cutting fallen leaves in the wind, being unable to penetrate water, being able to block the rain of arrows, etc."

Watson nodded, as if he understood the meaning, and looked at him quietly.

"I don't have high demands on you. As long as you can catch my sword or cut off the snowflakes in the wind, that's pretty much it."

The young monk sighed: "You can go to the first floor to fight them and come back to practice your sword at the same time."

Watson blurted out and asked: "What's the difference between this and the water-proof swordsmanship? You want to tire me to death at the bottom of the abyss. There is no time to rest all day long."

"Can the speed of snowflakes be compared to that of water? Forget it, you should cut the snow first, and then think about the swordsmanship that cannot be splashed by water after you wait for your Nascent Soul and so on!"

The young monk shook his head, thinking that he couldn't push this guy too hard.

The practice of swordsmanship is like piercing through terrazzo. Given Watson's current situation, I'm afraid it won't be of much use no matter how hastily he is. It's better to let him practice slowly.

"You can also wait until next autumn when the wind blows, go to the canyon, and try to practice sword practice with fallen leaves in the wind, so that no leaves touch you. That will reach a higher level."

The little monk thought for a while and explained to Watson carefully: "You have to walk this road by yourself. All I can do is tell you the truth."

Watson replied thoughtfully: "I used to kill zombies on the second floor, one-on-one, but the snowflakes in front of me were all over the sky!"

The young monk looked at him and said: "It seems that your opponent is much weaker, but quantity and speed are a test for you."

"This will not only test your speed, but also your patience and perception of the environment... First cover your eyes and use your consciousness to feel it."

"What's the difference between that and practicing swordplay in the dark?" Watson said incredulously.

"I'm just telling you this method, how to do it, you can figure it out yourself." The little monk sighed.

Watson didn't say anything, but rummaged around for a long time, found a piece of black cloth, tore it open, and used it to cover his eyes.

He didn't believe that this was more difficult than when he released his spiritual consciousness to climb Wentian Peak.

The young monk looked at his disbelief, shook his head, and walked towards the stone flat with his hands behind his back.

...

That day, Watson decided to try walking in the wind and snow at the bottom of the valley.

Blindfolded, he tried to use his consciousness to perceive everything at the bottom of the valley, walking around in the wind and snow.

Blindfolded, he thought about using his spiritual perception to circle the valley a few times to see if he could turn back.

Having already experienced Wentian Peak, he naturally didn't care about the wind and snow in front of him, so he walked forward slowly.

What disappointed him was that although his spiritual consciousness was aware of everything in the valley, when he tried to walk through the thick snow and through the woods, he often crashed into the trees.

"Sure enough, it's different from Wentian Peak!" He crawled out from the purple bamboo bush and muttered to himself.

The stone steps at Wentian Peak all have a certain width and distance. After trying it a few times, he often walked by intuition.

The valley bottom under the abyss is different now. There are not only gullies and snow, but also woods and hillsides.

Get up from the snow and try to walk forward.

This time he did not dare to take it lightly, but instead raised all his energy, gathered his consciousness to feel the plants and trees around him, and walked forward step by step.

That night, from Xu Shi to Hai Shi, it took him almost two hours to circle the bottom of the valley and then return to the stone flat under the stone wall.

He couldn't even remember how many times he fell. Once, he fell down a slope and rolled down for more than ten feet. He finally stopped when he was stopped by a tree.

Even though he was grinning from the fall and screaming, he had no intention of stopping. He watched the little monk shake his head, wave his hand and disappear on the stone flat.

When he returned to Shiping, he uncovered the black cloth, looked at the snowy moon in the sky, and grinned.

Practicing swordsmanship while blindfolded is indeed a method of cultivation, and the difficulty is really a bit more difficult than climbing Wentian Peak.

What I was dealing with in the General Tomb was just a zombie. If it were replaced by snowflakes flying all over the sky, it would indeed not be an easy task to keep the snow from sticking to my body.

If I had practiced this way earlier, maybe I wouldn't have been injured when I faced a sudden flying arrow on the mountain road that day.

He decided that starting from tomorrow, he would fight with the young monk blindfolded.

You can feel the snowflakes and practice your sword at the same time without delay.

"After a few more days of training, I can try it on the first floor." Watson lay on the bed and thought to himself.

...

It seems that he knew that Watson wanted to take him as a sparring partner. The young monk did not show up the next day and simply hid. No matter how many times Watson called him, he would not respond.

Looking at the scattered snowflakes falling from the sky, Watson said in a daze: "Senior, how can a disciple practice swordplay alone?"

After dinner, Watson sat alone on the stone ping and meditated.

I can't even catch a few branches from the little monk's tree, how can I face the falling snow all over the sky?

Will the formless dharma body be operated to the extreme?

Although it can form a protective film of true energy around the body, it is ultimately not a solution and cannot deal with sudden attacks.

Only by cutting the snow with a single blow of the Demon-Conquering Sword can one deal with different situations.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but move the formless body... He was shocked at the moment, and he could only hear the bone marrow in his whole body trembling gently with the movement of the true energy.

This, this is the phenomenon of the third level of cultivation of the formless body in Dacheng. The third level is bone refining, after a desperate battle with the killers.

He also used elixirs to temper his body in the abyss of the valley, and practiced sword practice with the young monk for several days, finally allowing his Buddhist cultivation to reach a higher level.

Soon, you will be able to practice the fourth level of muscle training and realize what the appearance of all living beings is.

When he reaches perfection in the fourth level of cultivation, he won't be in a hurry when he encounters a killer in the Nascent Soul Realm.

Taking a deep breath, Watson laughed from the bottom of his heart. His hard work finally paid off, and when he saw his sister and Tantai Xiaoyu again, he would no longer be laughed at by the two women.

Standing in the snow, the consciousness he released only saw a snowflake floating towards him.

The flowers in the wind slowly fell into his palm...

Quietly feel the snowflakes melting and turning into snow water dripping from your fingers.

Then another piece flew in, fell, and melted.

In just a moment, Watson turned into a snowman in the snow...

Watson, whose soul was flying into the sky, felt as if he had become one with the heaven and earth, as if he had turned into a piece of snowflakes, scattering in the sky and falling slowly, regardless of each other.

The wind passed without a trace, because he couldn't see the wind, but he could feel the power of the wind in the canyon.

The snow leaves traces because I can feel it slowly melting into snow in the palm of my hand.

The intangible becomes tangible, and the tangible becomes elusive.

As long as you can get it, you can catch the trace, just like he was trying to slash at the gravel with a sword in the storm in the canyon.

Watson seemed to catch the falling trajectory of a snowflake, and he wanted to sense more snowflakes.

Thinking of this, he, who had been standing for more than an hour, returned to reality from meditation, looking at the hazy sky, thinking that tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, he could go and compete with those ghosts.

The young monk who appeared at some unknown time sat on the stone flat and shouted, telling Watson to go back and make tea.

Watson nodded, and after understanding some of the truth, he was not in a hurry.

While lighting a fire and boiling water, he said, "Senior, in the spring, I should be able to practice the fourth level of formless body."

The young monk was startled when he heard this. After being silent for a while, he said: "Think about it, this is a good thing. You are physically powerful, so you can naturally hold on in the abyss for a while longer."

Watson shook his head and said with a smile: "But I am very anxious. I want to see how my sister is doing with Kunlun, and I want to quickly find the treasure that my senior needs to repair the formation."

The little monk was speechless for a long time by Watson's words. He couldn't help but sigh softly, picked up the spiritual tea that Watson had brewed, and took a sip.

Looking at him, he said seriously: "I can write a letter to your master and ask him to find a master to accompany you to the world."

Watson immediately shook his head and refused. He liked practicing alone.
To be continued...