Su Zimu floated on the water until the sun set, then reluctantly swam to the shore.
If he hadn't been so hungry, he thought he could float in the water until the next life!
It was getting late, so Su Zimu walked around the area, first found a large tree with an astonishing diameter, and dug a tree hole of ten square meters at a height of seven or eight meters to hide, then went down to the lake to catch a few
The big fish wraps its belly.
While eating, I was thinking, I won’t meet a bunch of idiots again this time, right?
By the time I had filled my belly, a full moon had already risen above the treetops.
Su Zimu hid in a tree hole, took out the jade slip and put it on his forehead. A strange feeling immediately spread throughout his body.
This feeling is very mysterious, as if you are attached to another person and experience the other person's feelings in all directions.
In the words of the previous life, it is an immersive 3D holographic experience.
In other words, as long as he masters and successfully replicates the feeling recorded in the jade slip, he can learn this sword technique!
Yes, yes, this thing is much better than boring formulas.
Having said that, it is not a problem to go to heaven or earth, but if you still use low-level means such as words to pass down the skills, wouldn't it mean that all the previous efforts have been wasted if you make a mistake in understanding?
So, this kind of immersive experience is the orthodox way of teaching Qigong in the spiritual world, right?
It is not ruled out that there are written records, but he feels that that kind of practice is either non-mainstream or deliberately misleading others.
Of course, it does not rule out that some low-level skills cannot be used by such a high-end inheritance method.
After experiencing the sword formula more than ten times, Su Zimu took out the Luoxia Sword, concentrated his mind and sensed it with his heart, and tried to imprint the divine consciousness mark on the flying sword according to the records in the sword formula.
The jade slips record two ways of identifying the owner, one is to identify the owner with a drop of blood, and the other is to mark the owner with spiritual consciousness.
In his understanding, blood dripping to identify the owner is to verify DNA, it is a physical binding, and it is an out-and-out low-level method.
The imprint of divine consciousness is spiritual identification, spiritual unity, and is undoubtedly a high-end method.
But he didn't know what went wrong. He tried several times according to the method recorded in the jade slip. It was clear that his spiritual consciousness had been concentrated on the flying sword, but he just couldn't compress and condense the scattered spiritual consciousness into a real imprint.
Su Zimu felt as if there was a mountain of gold sitting under his butt, but he couldn't get a piece of it.
Irritated!
What exactly went wrong?
Why did Mo Wen, after talking so much, never mention why Feijian failed to claim its master?
High-end methods failed, so we could only try low-level methods. Just rub your fingers on the blade of the sword and squeeze out blood and drip it on the sword.
The result is exactly the same, still useless.
Su Zimu felt bad. Could it be that the sword was too high-level, so he, a novice, couldn't equip it?
Or do you have to use the legendary heart essence and blood to express enough sincerity?
The problem is that he doesn't know the difference between blood essence and blood at all, and the jade slips don't mention this... Could it be the difference between venous blood and arterial blood?
While he was having a headache, the blood dripping on the Luoxia Sword slowly flowed down the blade, and finally gathered at the tip of the sword, dripping quietly.
It was also a coincidence that this drop of blood happened to fall on the short stick brought out from the bottom of the lake.
Su Zimu's consciousness suddenly fell into a trance, and he was shocked to find that his consciousness had actually established a very special connection with the short stick.
No way?
He picked up the inconspicuous stick. This thing was actually a magic weapon? Who was so boring as to make such a thing into a magic weapon?
Putting the short stick and the flying sword together, the former looks like a short and poor country bumpkin, while the latter looks like a wealthy and beautiful second generation. The contrast is extremely strong.
But Feijian ignored him at all, and instead inadvertently established a connection with Du Guan. Where could he reason with him?
Okay, it’s all fate!
The short stick, the short stick, doesn't even have a name, which is really frustrating. I wanted to give it a suitable name, but I couldn't think of a good name, so I had to put it aside for the time being.
It can’t be called Jin Naha Bang, right? It can’t become bigger or smaller.
After recognizing the reality, Su Zimu put away his flying sword and held a short stick to execute the sword technique.
The weight of the short stick suddenly dropped a lot, and it was about to leave the palm of my hand, but it was still just a little short of flying.
Su Zimu couldn't help but sigh. This thing was too heavy. If it were replaced by a lightweight flying sword, it would definitely be successful!
I tried several times in a row, but with the same result. Not only could I not make the stick fly, but my consciousness was also consumed, and my temples felt like needle pricks.
Su Zimu was forced to stop the experiment and fell asleep.
When I opened my eyes again, it was already three o'clock in the sky.
Keep trying, still unsuccessful.
He suddenly had an idea, if he took a magic pill, would there be any changes?
However, there were only three Heavenly Demon Pills left in total, and Su Zimu was really reluctant to part with them.
Successfully using the flying sword is the basis for learning the complete sword technique.
In addition to the Qiankun Ring, he also has five Qiankun Bags, all of which were collected from other people. He also has a few swords of different lengths.
But those are some low-level magic weapons, or ordinary weapons forged with some cultivation methods, and they cannot touch the threshold of magic weapons at all.
If it is not a magic weapon, it cannot recognize its master, and if it cannot recognize its master, it cannot command its master. Su Zimu almost fell into a logical infinite loop.
If only I could reduce the weight of the short stick...
Oh, yes, lose weight!
As soon as this idea came up, it took root in Su Zimu's heart.
In the previous life, just buying a few balloons would have achieved the goal, but in this world, it was still in the barren mountains and mountains, and even the most basic conditions could not be met.
But it doesn't matter. If you can't attack from the front, you can also make a side attack!
Su Zimu was ingenious and used the Luoxia Sword to cut several pieces of wood, cut them into suitable sizes and tied them on sticks. Then he jumped into the lake and let the short sticks float on the water.
Cut off some more wood until the stick sinks underwater.
At this point, all preparations are completed.
Su Zimu took a deep breath and sank into the water, and executed the sword technique again.
The short stick responded immediately, spinning slowly around him like a clumsy fish.
This is the most basic method of sword control. If it is on the ground, the flying sword must be extremely fast, but in the water, it can only swim slowly and slowly, which is really dumbfounding.
But it still doesn't matter. Learning the sword technique is better than anything else. The rest can wait until later, when you have a suitable flying sword.
So, Su Zimu temporarily settled by the lake. In addition to filling his belly every day, he would sink into the water to practice swordsmanship and use various sword control methods one by one.
I soon became familiar with the sword technique, but due to the resistance of the water, the consumption of moving the sword was astonishing. In ten minutes at most, my consciousness would be exhausted, and I had to stop.
After a period of time, the sword skills did not improve much, but the water properties improved by leaps and bounds.
Su Zimu's stubborn temper also rose. I thought back then, Yang Guo could fight against the waves for several years, but now it's just a little lake water. Why can't he persevere?
