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"Who is the second-level aura?" Zhao Yuan's eyes widened suddenly, with a look of shock on his face. He remembered that when he was in Huayun Sect, that guy went crazy and slashed with his sword, which was extremely powerful.
"Halo, what kind of talent are you! Brother Yuan, the second level of elementary school is already very powerful, okay? That person is only in his teens. There are many people who are over a hundred years old and are still wandering around the first level of elementary school."
"It's so difficult... By the way, what level of primary aura are you at?"
"I...I'm still in the early stages of cultivation." Wan Ling'er's face turned red.
"You have spiritual energy and can fly with a sword. Why are you still in the early stage?" In the darkness, Zhao Yuan did not notice Wan Ling'er blushing.
"My father said that my physique is not suitable for cultivating spiritual energy. When I was very young, my father cleared my meridians and even used his own spiritual energy to build my foundation. Unfortunately, I was too stupid and could not break through the basic level.
However, because I have reached the critical point and my father helped me build the foundation, I already have a weak spiritual energy and am at the critical point of promotion."
"Since you are still in the early stage of cultivation, why can you fly with a sword? Didn't you say that people in the early stage of cultivation cannot fly with a sword?" Zhao Yuan was puzzled and asked one after another.
"Brother Yuan, please let me beg you... Why do you always refuse to open the pot? I have said it several times, I have a good sword, that little black sword, but it cost my family two thousand
Do you know that some flying swords are very powerful and can be controlled with just a little bit of weak spiritual energy? It just so happened that my father spent a huge amount of spiritual energy to build my foundation, which made me a little pitiful in the early stages of my cultivation.
"Oh, that's it..." Zhao Yuan did not dare to resist and endured the severe pain, "By the way, you said that cultivators can absorb the spiritual energy contained in crystal stones. What's going on?"
"This is a bit complicated, and I'm not very clear about it. Anyway, I can't absorb the spiritual energy in the crystal, but my dad can. My dad said that in theory, as long as a cultivator has time, crystals, and correct cultivation
Method, it is not difficult to cultivate to the intermediate level of spiritual energy, but only one out of ten cultivators can cultivate to the intermediate level of spiritual energy. Usually, the purer the intermediate spiritual energy, the greater the chance of entering the high level; if a cultivator enters the cultivation level,
After acquiring intermediate spiritual energy, with the condensation of energy and understanding of the realm, you can cultivate your own soul, which is the Yuanying of the Purple Mansion in the prehistoric era, and you can achieve the so-called immortality of the soul. At this time, you can practice various kinds of spiritual energy.
With this kind of magic weapon and his own unique attack and defense skills, he can survive the thunder and lightning and enter a higher realm of high-level spiritual energy... It is worth mentioning here that most of the masters of cultivation now use crystals.
Stones are piled up, and the natural spiritual energy contained in the crystal stones is absorbed by the human body and will show different colors when it reaches different realms. Therefore, the rank of some masters can be judged by color. For example, the primary spiritual energy is very shallow.
, which is transparent white or green energy. Of course, some masters rely solely on their bodies to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to practice, so there is no way to judge. Such cultivators are the most terrifying existences..."
"What is a natural disaster?" Zhao Yuan's body trembled for a while, and he vaguely realized that the unpredictable thunder and lightning might be a natural disaster.
"After cultivating to the period of tribulation, a heavenly tribulation may occur at a certain time. This heavenly tribulation is to test the degree of cultivation of a cultivator. Because the cycle of life and death is a natural principle, a cultivator who practices cultivation to prolong his life is tantamount to going against the will of heaven.
And strive for longevity. Therefore, the birth of heavenly tribulation is a natural test of cultivation; the birth of heavenly tribulation does not come from the outside but is born from the inside! Although the birth of heavenly tribulation comes from the outside world, the actual guidance comes from oneself. After cultivation reaches a certain level,
It will react with certain climates in nature. Even though they are far away, they will arrive without being summoned, which will lead to a catastrophe. After passing through a catastrophe, one will advance to a higher level of cultivation. After reaching a certain realm, it will produce a more severe climate.
Induction, thus leading to another heavenly tribulation. After the heavenly tribulation has passed, the skill can go further. If it fails, the cultivation level will be reduced, the skill will be lost, and the soul will be scattered. When the heavenly tribulation comes, no matter how you practice, you will be
There is no way to achieve a breakthrough in skill."
"Heavenly tribulation only occurs when a cultivator goes through a tribulation?" Zhao originally wanted to ask why he was always struck by lightning, but he held back after all.
"Yes. I have reached the initial critical point now, and I will be taken care of by the Heavenly Tribulation that day."
"Are you afraid of it?"
"What's the use of being afraid? If you're afraid, you won't be able to improve in your whole life. Besides, people who have experienced the catastrophe have a lifespan much longer than ordinary people. Even at the beginning of cultivation, they can live over a hundred years. If they live a lifetime,
There will be improvement in more than a hundred years, and after experiencing a few more heavenly tribulations, the life span will be extended. Living to two hundred years is not a problem. Some powerful cultivators have lived past three hundred years."
"Three hundred years old... wouldn't that be of great benefit?" Zhao Yuan was deeply affected by this and said disapprovingly.
"Yes! The average life span of ordinary people is only about seventy years old, but a cultivator can easily live to be over a hundred years old, or even longer. Cultivators in the cultivation world love and hate Heavenly Tribulation." Wan Ling'er
sighed.
"Is it possible that I still love it..." Zhao Yuan muttered.
"Zhao Yuan, what did you say?"
"No, I'm just curious."
"By the way, Zhao Yuan, I came here today to tell you that I can't come see you in the future." Wan Ling'er in the darkness suddenly stopped massaging and said quietly.
"Why? Blind date!" Zhao Yuan suddenly clenched his fists.
"No, no more blind dates."
"Then why can't you come see me?"
"My mother asked my father to put a ban on my Ice Divine Sword. If I sneak into the east courtyard, they will know."
"So powerful?" Zhao Yuan was surprised.
"It's not very powerful. My father's restricted range is very small. If you leave his range, you won't know. If there is a chance, we can secretly go out to play, but I can't come to the east courtyard."
"oh……"
"Zhao Yuan, I have to leave."
"Um."
There was silence in the room. Wan Ling'er's hand pressed on Zhao Yuan's chest and stopped, and their breathing suddenly became rapid.
At this time, the small room in the darkness was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.
Time passed bit by bit, and the two people stared at each other quietly in the darkness, maintaining an extremely strange posture - Wan Ling'er was riding on Zhao Yuan's body.
Suddenly, a cockcrow sounded outside.
Only then did Wan Ling'er realize that it was time for him to go back.
"Zhao Yuan, I'm going home." Wan Ling'er said softly.
"Um."
At this time, Zhao Yuan felt an inexplicable sadness.
When Wan Ling'er got out of bed, she realized that she had been sitting on Zhao Yuan the whole time. Her face suddenly felt hot and a bright red appeared. Fortunately, the room was dark and she couldn't see clearly.
Wan Ling'er, who was running around like a deer, hurriedly put on his shoes and picked up the Ice Divine Sword placed beside the bed. Just as he was about to open the door and go out, he suddenly turned around and walked to the two small windows, using the Ice Divine Sword.
I poked a fist-sized hole in the window paper.
"What are you doing?" Zhao Yuan started to do it, rubbed his sore body from Wan Linger's sitting, and asked.
"This hole is not allowed to be sealed."
"Why?" Zhao Yuan was stunned for a moment. It was freezing cold today, and even the cold wind blowing in through the crack of the door was like an ice knife scraping bones. The hole was not as big as a fist.
"I will write you a letter, and this little hole is where you will receive the letter." Wan Ling'er had a mysterious expression on his face.
"Can this hole receive mail?"
"able."
Wan Ling'er stood at the door and smiled brightly.
In the darkness, Wan Ling'er's smile looked a little blurry, but in Zhao Yuan's eyes, it was like the bright sunshine and incomparable warmth.
Suddenly, Zhao Yuan thought of the girl who gave him the precious mink cloak...
Wan Ling'er left, leaving Zhao Yuan staring blankly at the cold windy hole.
Is it blocked?
Still not blocked?
Feeling the biting cold wind pouring into the window hole, Zhao Yuan could not sleep. He gritted his teeth and refused to sleep at all. He sat up and began to practice the "Zi" in "Ten Thousand Enemies". The practice of Zi is not just a movement.
, in total, there are dozens of decomposition actions, and these actions are still coherent with each other.
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