Mental power can be continuously accumulated through the recasting of the soul to adapt to the power of wonders. As a disposable item that can be used and thrown away, there is enough room for trial and error. After the soul is recast, it can be relied on to feed back the spiritual consciousness.
The solidification and qualitative change.
In comparison, the physical body and magic power seem to be slightly out of touch, and they have not improved for a long time.
The blood orifice may count as one, but it does not involve the essence. It only increases the physical strength a little, which is better than nothing. The Hundred Aperture Technique that once placed hope on it now seems that the final result is not optimistic.
His physical body was too thick. As the blood orifices opened up and his control over the body became deeper and deeper, Chen Yu gradually realized that using such a foundation to pull the 41,900 orifices around his body, even if he succeeded, might not be able to promote the transformation of flesh and blood.
Of course, there must be a lot of progress, maybe it's cleaning the marrow and cutting the pulse, maybe it's doubling the energy and blood, it's not bad, but there is little hope of the qualitative change he wants.
Unless you perform the blood orifice method in reverse before performing the exercises, the pure blood in your body will be dispersed from its contamination.
Naturally, he would not do such a self-destructive thing.
"Although I do not deliberately pursue the so-called unity of the three treasures, if the three elements of energy, energy and spirit cannot be coordinated, it may hinder the future."
Not to mention, when the spirit first transformed, a solid elixir was condensed into a mud ball. Because the physical body could not keep up, the head often swelled and hurt. During that time, the slightest exertion of power would lead to imbalance, top-heavy, and control.
The level is almost cut in half.
"The physical body is equivalent to the soil, the magic power is equivalent to the big tree rooted here, and the spirit is like the fruit on the tree."
Nowadays, the trees are luxuriant and the fruits are huge and round. However, the land is gradually facing the risk of drying out and desertification. If it is not improved, the growth of the latter will be restricted.
How can we improve...to blend with the power of wonders like spiritual power?
He didn't know if it was possible or not.
The physical body is real and not as ethereal as the spiritual power, and the magic power is also rooted in the present world. There seems to be no place where the two require the power of wonders to fill in and solidify.
Chen Yu felt that since he had discovered the power of wonders, he should not waste it. He should give it a try and see the effect.
If you want to knead this power into your body, it will definitely not work just through spontaneous absorption of blood energy or magic power. You must have a strong enough external force to exert heavy pressure.
However, the selection of external force is another problem. In what way and to what extent it needs to be achieved, these must be considered one by one. The more restrictions there are, the fewer errors there will be.
There are many useful foreign objects around.
He went through various methods several times, from spiritual plants to heavenly stones, from blood orifices to souls, and picked and picked for a long time. In the end, he was unable to deduce a reliable method, and finally had to focus on the sky thunder he had witnessed.
"Thunder..."
The thunder and lightning in this world are no different than those in the previous life. Although they are similar in terms of origin and composition, they have the miraculous effect of destroying spirituality. I recall that in order to find out the purpose of thunder marks, I tried to imprison thunder one after another, and even faced the rolling power of heaven.
"The risk of catching lightning is not low. Fortunately, there is magic to rely on. If you are careful, the success rate is guaranteed."
Looking up, the sky was as clear as blue, and not a single dark cloud could be seen. Chen Yu thought silently, making calculations in his mind.
Catching thunder is a craft job. It cannot be too much. If there are too many, it will not be trapped, and the improved lightning trap technique will not work. Once the amount of lightning gathered exceeds the limit, the impact on the spiritual text in the technique will be greatly enhanced, and it will be destroyed in a very short time.
It can cause the lightning trap to disintegrate.
On the other hand, the number of thunderbolts was small, so the number of times he tried would inevitably increase. Chen Yu did not intend to attract thunder into his body as soon as he came up - he had tried it in Qingtai Mountain, and it almost turned into coke.
"Merve the energy and blood with the power of the spectacle, and use thunder and lightning to strike it. If that fails, transfer the energy and blood into the thunder, break up the internal spiritual structure, and then touch it with the power of the spectacle..."
Putting his magic power aside for the time being, Chen Yu looked at the swirling cyan light threads in front of him, his eyes surging.
The spiritual proportion of mana in the body is much higher than that of qi and blood. If the spiritual text is not outlined, it will probably collapse in the event of lightning.
"Start with something simple and try it on your Qi and blood. It's okay to fail."
After the thought fell, Chen Yu fled away, and suddenly a line of blue rainbow flashed across the sky, ready to look for any thunderclouds gathering within a hundred miles.
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Wangjiang Tower, Chunyue Pavilion.
"Sir, this is Mr. Zhao from Li Tang."
On a luxurious bed covered with silk and satin, a half-breasted man was lying on his side. A woman in green clothes was supporting her face and upper body with plain white catkins, gently kneading them. Others came in and out in twos and threes, holding plates or serving tea.
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Pat-tat-tat-tat, there were several people in front and behind who lightly hammered their waists, backs, wrists and feet. They were all young girls in their 28s, their hair tied up with carved jade hairpins, and their feathered shirts were half-covering and half-covering. They were extremely flimsy.
The man closed his eyes slightly, and the tip of his nose occasionally hummed and moaned in response to the movements of the maid. After hearing the words of the servant who was bending forward, he waited for a few breaths, and then slowly opened his eyes.
"how?"
"I personally think it's a first-class product!"
"Oh? It's rare."
In the side room, the refined fragrance of unknown flowers is full and fragrant. The ladies on both sides hold pipa and guzheng in their arms and play the zither slowly, creating a symphony of intoxicating sounds.
A trace of curiosity flashed across his face. The man grabbed a handful of purple fruit, moved his right hand, and said calmly to this strange woman whose name he had heard for a long time:
"And raise your head."
Not far in front of him, a woman in her twenties stood quietly in the corner. After hearing the words, she raised her head obediently.
Willow eyebrows, apricot eyes, clear and beautiful red eyes.
A pair of crystal white beads were added to the headdress, and they floated down like a waterfall of blue silk. The clothes were not very thin, but elegant, and fit perfectly around the waist to outline the graceful figure.
The skin is like jade, with the leisurely scent of orchid.
Even though there are countless women who are knowledgeable and well-informed, men can't help but be enlightened.
Especially the little cinnabar traced between the eyebrows is particularly enchanting.
"The eyebrows are slender and the indigo is pale... The Zhao family is worthy of being the head of a hundred girls. She is known to be unparalleled, and she is indeed as stunning as the rumors."
"Noble people have too much reputation."
It's as crisp as an oriole, and like a jade bead falling on a plate, and it makes men's hearts as hot as a cat's scratching.
"well!"
The man stood up from the bed, stretched out his hands, and the girls around him stepped forward to dress him.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Regardless of the disheveled hair, he quickly came to the woman and looked at her carefully. His eyes were full of admiration, and the graceful figure and jade-like skin were reflected in his heart.
It was difficult to control for a while and gradually ignited desire.
But I quickly remembered something, and it was like pouring cold water to extinguish the fire in my heart. But my eyes wandered to the woman's delicate body, but the evil fire was so strong that it was hard to stop.
So demon! So beautiful!
It’s just the right thing to give to that person!
The more he looked at her, even if there was only Tingtingyu standing in front of him, the man couldn't help but feel intense coveting based on his experience, and the flames seemed to be erupting again.
"Dingquan!"
"Sir! Chunlan Qiuzhu of Mingfang Hall is already waiting in Room No. 4, Tianzi."
Before the shout could be heard, the servant who had been waiting by the side hurried forward. Before the man could continue to speak, he still guessed the man's thoughts like a roundworm in his stomach and hurriedly handed over his response.
"Um--"
After a long hum, the man nodded with satisfaction, suppressing the embarrassment in his heart, and then looked at the woman's greasy white jade hand, which he had already grasped, and gently rubbed it.
Looking at his white palms, he gradually frowned.
With a bit of reluctance, he put down his little hand that looked like fine warm jade, turned around and said lightly: "It's been dry and dusty these days, so I'll take Mr. Zhao to the back hall to cleanse himself."
The servant raised his eyebrows and stared at the motionless beauty in front of him for a few times. His eyes fell on the palm that had been slapped by the man. His heart moved and he understood what the other person meant.
Nodding yes.
"I know, little one, so we'll make arrangements."
After finishing his words, he hunched over and turned sideways to the door, "Master Zhao, please come this way. Please excuse me for a little while. Please talk to my master later."
"There is nothing you can't do."
The woman's voice was still cold, but it sounded inexplicably charming to everyone in the room.
The two of them left. The man looked at each other's back, smacked his lips, and after a long time, he sighed leisurely and stepped out towards Tianzi No. 4.
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"Wangjiang Tower? You have to go to the north of the city. That's where the high officials live. There are guards guarding the entrance. It's like a city within a city. Ordinary people are not allowed to come in or out."
After asking for a long time, two men wearing white shirts and tight clothes bid farewell to the stopped passerby and continued towards the north of the city.
"Junior brother really went to that Wangjiang Tower?"
"It shouldn't be bad. After all, it's the most romantic place in the entire Luo City. It's famous even outside Jinzhou. It's known as the Devil's Cave of Gold. Mubai won't let it go no matter what his temperament."
"Sigh... Master once said that the most talented people in the sect are you and Junior Brother Li. However, after six years of training, Senior Brother has already perfected his inner energy. He only needs to use the combination of hardness, softness, dragon and tiger to reach the second-rate realm.
, but junior brother, he is still at the level of being able to stand up strength so far, and he has only taken half a step forward in strength..."
"Well, you also know Mubai's temperament. If it hadn't been for those things at the beginning, he would not be in the situation he is now. In short, let's take him back first. The Dharma Conference is about to begin. Three religions and nine streams are gathered here, wandering around the wind and moon.
People are easily jealous and may cause trouble!"
"Humph, but speaking of it, Junior Brother Li is very popular with women. I heard that several junior sisters in the sect are interested in him..."
While talking, the two of them gradually disappeared into the crowd of people, stopping passers-by to ask questions, and quickly moved towards Wangjiang Tower.
Passing by Xicheng, a pair of eyes stared at them, and then looked back.
"I'm here to ask someone again..."
There are so many faces these days, and there are even more people looking for them.
A broken bowl was placed in front of him, and a beggar in tatters was huddled against the wall. West City was the only place in Luo City where you could meet beggars - the other four districts had special arresters to arrest them. The captured beggars went to unknown places.
Maybe the gentleman was kind-hearted and threw him out of the city, or maybe he was drowned directly in the river due to bad luck. Judging from historical rumors, the possibility of the latter may be higher.
Turning his thoughts, he stopped after a while. Thinking is a thankless job. The beggar's face was covered with dirt and his right leg was lame. He huddled up in a ball, waiting for some good person with a flooded conscience to drop a coin.
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It’s just that I want white steamed buns more. Today’s coppers are not worth it. One by one, it is crisp and sweet when smashed into the bowl. It’s a pity that one person throws two or three to the top, but he can’t even buy a big white steamed bun.
The beggar didn't know the turmoil thousands of miles away, but the steamed buns in front of him that he could no longer eat were hard to ignore.
The thin beggar no longer looked at the two people. Something big was going to happen in the city these days, but it was unclear when. The leader who had brought the news was arrested by the arrogant people, and he was never seen again.
Pass.
Don't look at the fact that there don't seem to be many beggars in the city, but there are still a lot of beggars in the west city. Some were brought by Ren Yazi and then abandoned, some were destitute and helpless, and some were abandoned by their families after being disabled, just like myself.
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Wherever there are people, there is a circle, and beggars who are like gutter rats are no exception.
It's just that after the leader was captured, he couldn't hear the other party bragging, so naturally he knew less and less.
"Well, I'm so hungry... Go to sleep, take a nap first."
In the dream, the beggar seemed to be lying in a huge earth-yellow bowl. She recognized that this was the one she used to beg for food, and the missing pottery bowl on it was accidentally broken while fighting for the pottery bowl.
At this moment, the bowl is filled with soft and delicious steamed buns!
"Uh, uh...eat..."
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Crunch——
The door opened gently, and Qian Sheng walked out. Next to him was his married wife. Now the two were together, and the streets were crowded with people, as if they had returned to the peaceful days in Qiyang.
However, the slightly unfamiliar dialect and accent reminded them all the time that this was no longer Qiyang, nor was it Yuanyang Gate.
"Ms. sir, let's go to the port first and buy two kilograms of yellow croaker and golden bone. Let's make a bowl of soup at night to replenish Sister Yang's health."
"Okay, you have plenty of money, so why not buy some medicinal materials to increase qi and blood? I heard that many powerful sects will come to this ceremony, and several states near Jinzhou are covered. Maybe you can also find treasure pills that can give Xuan
Use the clock."
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The two of them closed the courtyard door tightly and headed to the port of Xicheng.
Behind the door, an old woman with gray hair on her temples looked lovingly at the young man in the courtyard who was practicing martial arts with a sword.
"Xuanzhong, if you're tired, take a rest first. Later, let Shu Ya go make some tea to relieve your thirst."
The young man sheathed his sword in silence, his hair fluttering gently in the wind. It turned out to be Qian Xuanzhong that Chen Yu had been looking for.
It's just that at this moment, he is no longer as high-spirited as Qingyi Jian when they first met. He is wrapped in black clothes, with a long chain around his waist, his face is gloomy, and his brows are always unsolvable.
The most eye-catching thing is the long sleeve under his right shoulder, which is rippling in the wind and is empty.
Qian Xuanzhong wanted to continue practicing. That night, in the pouring rain, he lost not only his right hand, but also all the martial arts skills from the previous ten years.
Nowadays, it is difficult to practice the left-handed sword. It took several months to get some clues, so naturally I don't want to delay it.
But after seeing a trace of love in the woman's only good eye, Qian Xuanzhong was shocked, his face softened, and he struggled to smile.
"Mom, I'm not thirsty. The "Thousand Yuan Sword Technique" is a rare left-handed sword technique. It's not easy to get. You need to practice more."
The woman refused, stood up tremblingly, and after walking a few steps, she coughed, and her chest and abdomen rose and fell, making a whirring sound like an old bellows.
Qian Xuanzhong's eyes trembled when he saw the woman's appearance, and his heart was filled with coldness and bitterness. He threw away his sword and hurried forward to support the woman and comfort her.
"My child is thirsty, my child, please rest now."
Gulu! Pick up the tea bowl on the table and drink it all in one gulp.
The woman felt relieved. She pulled him to sit on a chair and looked over quietly. She stretched out her hand and gently touched Qian Xuanzhong's face. Her eyebrows and eyebrows were as before, just like that person's.
Finally, I came to the right arm with only the long sleeve left.