The silver robe fell aside, and the shirtless Victor was sitting quietly on the bed with his eyes closed.
The momentum is like a mysterious turtle, and the breath is long.
His chest and abdomen only rise and fall every few minutes. If someone breaks in, they will probably treat him as a dead person.
After all, even his heartbeat became extremely slow and inaudible!
--[meditation]
Mark has left, and the "Sword Master's Experience" he left behind only totals about twenty pages.
Ninety percent of the content is the rambling adventure diary of a high-level swordsman.
Of the remaining 10%, nine points explain how to meditate and how to "obtain power from spiritual vows." Only one point of content mentions a few words about the practice of "qi".
Not to mention the "one point" of Qi practice, Victor benefited a lot from the "nine points" description of meditation.
This is not to say that the above content is profound and simple, but it is a kind of analogy.
Victor would have known how to meditate!
In that maritime world, the most basic criterion for a swordsman was to be able to [cut iron]!
——Use an iron sword to cut through steel, even things harder than steel.
In other words: [Nothing can be cut]
As a great swordsman with a "license" issued by Hawkeye, Victor can of course "cut everything"!
And this ability to "cut open all things" comes from "feeling the breath of all things".
As long as you can feel the "breathing" of steel, then the steel will also respond to your slashes along the "breathing veins"!
This mysterious and mysterious "feeling the breath" skill is either learned through meditation or "awakened" in battle.
And Victor is the former.
*
The breeze is whispering, the oak trees are whispering, and the earth is pulsating...
A small grass squeezed out from the wooden floor. It grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye until the leaves could gently touch Victor's knees.
Then they bloom and bear fruit quickly and then wither.
The swaying grass brings natural laughter, the blooming flowers sing happiness, the drooping grass seeds contain hope, and the withered yellow branches and leaves represent reincarnation...
Victor opened his doubtful eyes. Through this meditation and combining some of the Juggernaut's techniques on "obtaining power from spiritual oaths"
The nature of Faerun responded to him!
He actually gained the abilities of two druids:
[Natural Perception] and [Natural Secret Language]
The former allowed him to inexplicably identify some animals and plants that he didn't know before.
For example, the grass that has just grown and withered is called "monkey grass", which has the effect of promoting urination and reducing swelling, relieving coughs and phlegm, and eliminating parasites and itching...
This knowledge does not seem to come from his brain, but is told to him by some kind of voice in the dark, which is very mysterious!
And [Natural Secret Language] is the kind of language that tells him the above knowledge. He can understand it inexplicably - he can really understand the meaning of every word, instead of only understanding the general meaning like "language proficiency".
This language is also known as "Druid Secret Language".
"Am I more suitable to be a druid???"
Victor had to close his eyes and meditate again to question his heart...
After opening his eyes suddenly, he grabbed the dead grass on the ground and threw it out of the window!
Go to TM Druid.
He really misses the prosperity of modern big cities. Who the hell wants to wear tattered animal skins and hang out with a bunch of beasts?
nature?
The first thing I transcend is nature!
Looking at the dim sunset outside the window, Victor felt slightly startled...
What he was thinking about was whether the elf would take care of the food tonight...
As for more insights? No! A strong man with a mind as strong as steel will not have so much hesitation.
A brief moment of questioning your heart is just another self-examination to stay firm on the road ahead.
His path is to transcend nature, transcend the planet, transcend the universe, and even transcend the constraints of time and space on him - rather than integrating into them!
After casually mentioning something to John, Victor went to the center of Misty Town alone - the Misty Hall!
Based on what Mark meant by "night" and "party", Victor bet that the elf would take care of the food!
No matter what, you have to take care of it!
As for meditating too much and forgetting to customize the weapon... just don't mention it!
*
"Mr. Mark, are you sure you have informed Master Victor?"
A pleasant voice came from the hall, causing the already ugly-faced killer Mark to emerge from the shadows.
"I'm sure! Your Highness Kate."
He did not salute, but nodded slightly to the beautiful music of the piano, and then hid in the shadows after speaking.
"Those who hide their heads and show their tails! Humph!"
A white-haired "middle-aged" strong man said disdainfully while eating meat.
"Sir Jonathan, don't worry so much, it's just a little joke!"
The sweet tinkling sound of the piano stopped, and the poet Edward showed a smile to the white-haired warrior.
Apparently they also tested this warrior.
Jonathan just snorted coldly and said nothing.
This burly warrior is close to Victor in height, over two meters tall.
His long gray hair was tied back casually with a piece of linen, and his whole body was covered with a piece of black heavy armor. Even in such banquet situations, he could not leave his armor.
A giant halberd was leaning on the right hand side of the table, and a steel shield covered with scars was used by the warriors to hold bacon.
He kept grabbing the food on the table onto his shield, and then stuffed it into his mouth. His actions were rough and bold, which made the elegant bard next to him lose his appetite at all, but the elf princess opposite looked at it with gusto...
A warrior who won 99 victories in the slave gladiatorial arena and led the slave gladiators to break their bonds and move towards freedom!
He conquered the destiny during the siege of the Calishan djinn nobles, became a legend, and led the slaves to fight their way back to their hometown of Tethyr.
His desire for freedom made him tired of the routine life. He refused the solicitation of the local royal family, just asked for the identity of a [Pioneering Knight] and took people to the Chult jungle to fight through the thorns and thorns, vowing to create a new world!
It has been more than ten years since he started this career, and he is still a pioneer knight...
Pioneer knights can obtain higher "honorary titles" from the country of origin based on the size of the territory they develop.
And a group of vulgar warriors and barbarians who lacked connections, resources, and "brain" had accomplished nothing except defeating a bunch of dinosaurs!
It wasn't until his traveling son came to give him advice that his "territory" quietly improved.
This time he accepted the elf's employment at the suggestion of his son.
After all, apart from his armor, the most valuable person in the current "Freedom Leader" is himself...
"Coming!"
A male half-elf holding a staff standing behind the elf princess reminded.
"Squeak"
As the wooden door of the hall was opened, the elf guard led a tall man in silver robes in. The guard bowed to Princess Kate who was standing above him and bowed before retreating.
Victor opened his mouth as he looked at the large table of delicious food in front of him.
"Welcome, Master Victor!"
The elf princess stood up and walked to the door to greet her.
"Please take your seat first!"
"Thank you for the invitation, Your Highness Princess!"
She is about the same height as Sonnis, but her figure is quite different.
After secretly comparing, Victor stroked his chest and nodded.
The elf guard had just introduced him to the identity of the elf princess.
After getting Kate's signal, Victor sat next to the white-haired warrior Jonathan.
"This is Master Victor Chen, a strong man from another world, and the beheader of the red dragon Maxima!"
The elf princess introduced Victor and introduced him to the identities of several other guests.
Let's not talk about the assassin who jumped on the street. The sissy poet opposite who was always smiling and watching him play the piano made him feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
"Ha! Dragon Slayer Warrior! Have a drink?!"
Jonathan first wiped his mouth with the tablecloth, and then raised a large wine glass to Victor.
"Ha! Come on!"
Victor grabbed a wine bottle on the table and threw it at him!
Amid a burst of beautiful music played by a legendary poet, the two burly men began their gluttonous feast.
During this period, he laughed and cursed, feeling content and not caring about other people at all.
The elf princess just crossed her legs and rested her chin on her hands. Yao watched this wine-fighting "drama" with interest.
The half-elf boy behind her also watched this barbaric scene with a blank expression, and the white fingers holding the staff indicated his anger.
"Ion, ask old Seth to bring up two more barrels of wine!"
Kate didn't turn her head and just gave instructions in a calm tone.
The elf boy was stunned for a moment. He glanced at the farce on the dining table, then leaned forward slightly and stepped back.
——Victor started to arm-wrestle with Jonathan!
The poet Edward seemed to have devoted his whole body and soul to the performance, while the killer Mark just squinted in the shadows and watched the performance of the two macho men.
It seems that no one wants to talk about anything until the two powerful warriors have eaten and drank!
