Winter has arrived, and snowflakes are starting to fall everywhere in Qintian County.
But in this grassy peak, the sun is shining brightly and the sun is scorching.
I have to say, it is indeed a geomantic treasure land.
In the Dingjiu Medicine Field, where the aura of heaven and earth is most intense, Lin Yun is sitting cross-legged, condensing the Purple Kite Sword Technique.
The Purple Kite Sword Technique has reached the peak of the sixth level, with thirty-six petals blooming, crystal clear and flawless, as beautiful as a dream. Ethereal and agile, yet as heavy as a mountain, thick and majestic, mighty and continuous.
The foundation has been polished well, and Lin Yun is not in a hurry to make a breakthrough.
The Purple Kite Sword Technique has a total of sixteen levels. The first six levels are just the foundation. Condensing the sword's strength and honing the spirit essence will lead to the perfect Purple Kite flower.
The real breakthrough is reached at the seventh level. You can condense the Purple Kite Sword Qi in your body, and the sword Qi turns into light, like a thunderous giant striking the sun, and is indestructible.
When you reach the ninth level, it becomes even more incredible. You can refine a purple kite sword formation within your body. The sword energy is so white that it can kill enemies with just one thought.
Lin Yun did not dare to be careless about the techniques inherited from the Golden Age. He would not go wrong if he laid a solid foundation.
Of course, the main reason is poverty...
His several breakthroughs relied on forbidden techniques such as the Sky-Swallowing Technique. If the Yin Evil hadn't devoured him, the resources needed to break through with the Sword Technique would have been astronomical.
The sword technique breaks through, and I am temporarily powerless.
Now, he wants to try to condense the Purple Kite Holy Fire and unlock more secrets in the bamboo slips.
Heart Sutra of Time!
Now I am eager to know what kind of skill the Heart Sutra of Time is.
In the distance, on the medicine field, Niu Bingshun and others were busy nervously and hard.
Among them, Niu Bingshun worked the hardest, carrying two buckets of monster dung. Under the scorching sun, he carefully poured water on the elixir. The stench filled the sky, and his face was completely black.
It was not his habit to do such dirty work without resisting.
But after being beaten up by Lin Yun again, he completely gave up and continued to pick shit.
By the time he finished watering thousands of acres of medicinal fields, it was almost dark.
The Blood Dragon Horse took advantage of the darkness and sneaked over, making Li Wuyou extremely happy.
He was so bored that he went crazy in this Caomu Peak.
Nowadays, he rides a blood dragon horse every day, wandering around in the several medicinal fields nearby.
He was nicknamed "God of Plague" by other prisoners in the medicine field.
Although the medicinal field at Caomu Peak seems to be free and has no rules, there is only one taboo.
The medicinal materials grown must be taken care of, and the quantity and quality must not be bad. Cao Mu Tang will send people to take inventory every month. Once any mistakes are found, the prisoners in the medicine field will be severely punished.
Therefore, there will be fights here from time to time, but no one will ever use a sword.
With a slight swing of the sword, the damaged medicinal materials will not be just one or two plants, but patches of them will be destroyed.
Li Wuyou rode the blood dragon horse and galloped away, not even a shadow could be seen.
A little trampling of some medicinal materials was enough for them to drink a pot, and the people in Caomu Peak looked frightened when they saw him.
Lin Yun advised him to practice hard and break through the mysterious door as soon as possible.
This guy is not in a hurry at all. This is what he practices. The longer he accumulates it innately, the more benefits he will get after breaking through the mysterious door.
Even the spiritual jades picked up in the martial arts arena that day were all given to Lin Yun for him to practice.
Vaguely, Lin Yun felt that although Li Wuyou seemed cynical, he was actually quite ambitious.
It's a bit like Bai Lixuan who was settled in the Xiantian realm. That guy also hasn't broken through the mysterious entrance yet, and now he has no information at all.
None.
"Ignore all that for now, I'm trying it out."
Now at the sixth level of Ziyuan Sword Technique, Ziyuan Holy Fire has made several times progress compared to the past.
Logically speaking, he should be able to see more content.
In Dingjiu Medicine Field, everyone else was busy working, and Lin Yun was considered a remote place.
At that moment, Lin Yun took out the bamboo slips from his arms.
The bamboo slips engraved with the passage of time are much heavier than before.
Without hesitation, Lin Yun pulled out the burning flame from the purple kite flower bit by bit and poured it into it continuously.
As the Holy Fire of Purple Kite continues to pour in, the ancient slips become lighter and lighter over time.
Not long after, the bamboo swayed slightly, floated in the air, and then burst into flames.
But it’s not over yet…
This time, most of the Purple Kite Holy Fire in Lin Yun's body had not been consumed.
Without delay, continue pouring the Purple Kite Holy Fire into it.
The bamboo slips burned for a long time, and at the end, Lin Yun saw the four ancient characters "Year Like Fire" all burning in the flames.
boom!
In his mind, many more images suddenly appeared again, and the stern-looking alchemist appeared again.
In front of the towering alchemy furnace, the basic lines he wrote were densely packed, more than ten times more than last time.
Then, he clicked on it casually, and these basic lines continued to condense. In his hands, they gathered into more complex lines, and the lines of Lin Yun's reconstruction of the Xiantian Pill were among them.
But it is just one of hundreds of complex patterns, and it does not appear to be that special.
Immediately afterwards, the screen shook, and countless memory fragments exploded in the city, condensing into four ancient characters, the Heart Sutra of Time.
The majestic memory contains countless information, which is chanted over and over again in his mind.
"The years are ruthless, using the heaven and earth as a melting pot, refining the mountains as swords, sealing the white clouds as wings, turning the sea into mulberry fields..."
A vast amount of information flooded into his mind, almost giving him a splitting headache.
Thinking about it incessantly, like bells in the morning and drums in the evening, leaves a constant imprint on it, making it difficult to forget.
After a while, Lin Yun began to read these memories, and found out that the Heart Sutra of Time was indeed a set of techniques.
But it seems to have little to do with refining medicine, and it is not a technique to improve one's realm, but an ancient technique to cultivate spiritual patterns.
Only then did Lin Yun know what the special lines carved by the cold alchemist and the lines he used to transform the Xiantian Pill were...
It's a spiritual pattern!
It was born out of the ancient times, and the mysterious and unpredictable Taoist patterns. In ancient times, there were saints who discovered the secrets of the sky and understood the Taoist patterns. With just a wisp of the Taoist patterns, they could seal mountains and rivers millions of miles away and severely damage ancient ferocious beasts.
But in ancient times, all the ancient Taoist patterns had disappeared, and the inheritance was completely extinct.
Later generations could not decipher the heavenly secrets, but they retreated to the next best thing from the broken Taoist patterns and understood the spiritual patterns.
Although spiritual patterns are far less powerful than Dao patterns, they are easier to master. Even if you don't become a saint, you can practice spiritual patterns.
However, it is still difficult for ordinary people to master spiritual patterns.
To this day, those who can master the spirit patterns are all called Xuan Masters. Generally speaking, spirit patterns have three uses: refining medicine, setting up formations, and casting treasure weapons.
Spirit patterns are divided into basic spirit patterns and grade spirit patterns. From low to high, they are from the first to the ninth grade respectively.
First-grade spiritual patterns are composed of hundreds of basic spiritual patterns. The higher the grade, the more complex the spiritual patterns are.
The formations in the Imperial City and the Burial Sword Forest are all engraved with spiritual patterns. The specific grades are unknown.
Lin Yun opened his eyes and suddenly found that the bamboo slips in his hands had turned into a pile of ashes.
Bamboo slips are just mortal objects. What truly makes them immortal, preserved from ancient times to the present, are the words "Time is like fire".
Now that all the memories contained in these four words have been absorbed by Lin Yun, the bamboo slips will certainly no longer exist.
"No wonder Master Thirteen asked me before if I could master this spiritual pattern..."
Lin Yun remembered that the Thirteenth Master asked him this question when he first met him in the Sword Burial Forest.
At the time, I didn't know why.
Now that I think about it, I suddenly realize that the "patterns" I have mastered are basic spiritual patterns.
Unexpectedly, an unexpected bamboo slip in the Qingyang Realm led him to embark on the path of a mysterious master.
The master who created this Heart Sutra of Time can understand the existence of the power of time from the changes of time and the vicissitudes of life.
The seemingly eternal heaven and earth have actually been being refined by the ruthless passage of time. Mountains will be flattened, seas will turn into mulberry fields, and nothing dares to be called eternal in the face of time.
Then he created the Heart Sutra of Years, using the true essence to derive the power of the years, and then mixed the true essence with the power of the years to carve the spiritual patterns.
In this way, the spiritual patterns will be blessed by the power of time. For spiritual patterns of the same star level, there will be a huge gap between the spiritual patterns blessed with the power of time and those without the blessing of time.
It's just that this technique is very difficult to practice.
With the power of years, even high mountains can be trained to level ground. His true energy will continue to be condensed and consumed as he practices the Heart Sutra over the years.
This has both advantages and disadvantages.
After the true essence is condensed, it will definitely become much stronger, but as the true essence is consumed, the improvement of the realm will also slow down.
Fortunately, Lin Yun doesn't need to worry too much for the time being.
He swallowed a lot of Yin evil power, and even after breaking through the mysterious entrance, he didn't concentrate on refining it.
Just take advantage of the time at Caomu Peak to digest it completely.
Having made up his mind, Lin Yun began to formally practice the Heart Sutra of Time.
However, the cultivation of the Heart Sutra of Time consumes a lot of real energy, and the process is quite slow.
Fortunately, all the spiritual energy that Li Wuyou picked up was thrown to Lin Yun, otherwise the remaining evil power from before would not be enough to consume.
Time passes.
The practice of the Heart Sutra of Time is slowly getting on the right track, and a ray of power of time has been successfully condensed.
Lin Yun was immersed in penance, day and night, and did not dare to relax at all.
In the blink of an eye, a month has passed in this Caomu Peak.
In addition to practicing the Heart Sutra of Time, Lin Yun's martial arts and swordsmanship have not fallen behind. At the same time, he is also trying to condense his first mysterious vein to take his cultivation to a higher level.
In the Xuanwu Realm, there is no bottleneck in condensing the first Xuan Vein, and it will become increasingly difficult for the subsequent eight Xuan Veins.
At the end of the month, I finally succeeded.
The moment the profound veins were condensed, Lin Yun immediately felt that the Purple Kite Flower could hold ten times more real energy.
It can be imagined that the gap between each level in the Xuanwu realm is very huge.
If he didn't master the complete sword intention and couldn't use the weapons with each other, which gave him a huge advantage, Niu Bingshun, who was at the third level of Xuanwu Realm, would be really difficult to defeat.
Over time, just relying on the huge amount of real energy can forcefully consume him to death.
On this day, Lin Yun stopped practicing, and Li Wuyou, who was wandering around, also rushed back.
A group of people from Dingjiu, dressed in prison uniforms, gathered in the open space in front of the hut.
Today is Cao Mu Tang’s monthly routine inspection.
Come and check whether the quantity of herbs is correct and whether the precious elixirs are damaged.
Except for Lin Yun and Li Wuyou, everyone else looked quite nervous and uneasy.
