Picking up a sacred bone, Xia Yu took a deep breath and put it on the forehead.
The next moment, his consciousness poured in.
When he opened his eyes, he found that he had entered a space.
There is a stone road under the feet, raising his head, and a bamboo forest in the eyes.
In the air, there was a rustle.
As soon as Xia Yu looked at it, it was the sound of the wind blowing bamboo leaves.
Every green bamboo, the bottom must be held together, there are more than ten feet high.
On the top of the bamboo mountain, with the breeze, it slowly flutter.
How can there be wind here?
Xia Yu was a little puzzled. He knew very well that he was not the ontology, but only consciousness.
Well, here should also be a space for consciousness.
A space of consciousness can be so real?
Although he has also seen such a statement in a book, he is very shocking to see it.
Sure enough, reading thousands of books is not as good as walking thousands of miles.
Although there is also a book that the book reads thousands of volumes can be used, but the real God must walk step by step.
Just reading is just theory.
The theory and practice are indispensable.
Want to understand here, Xia Yu suddenly felt that his consciousness was transparent a lot.
He didn't know how much his thoughts had on his life at this moment.
Take a deep breath, follow the stone road, walk forward.
The stone road is deep, Xia Yu's eyes do not squint, no illness or no way, and the steps are firm.
At the end of the stone road, above the mountainside, there is a bamboo building.
On the second floor, the bamboo building is built on a large stone.
Just a glance, Xia Yu knew that there was the best place to watch Zhuhai.
When I walked to the door, Xia Yu stood and sorted out the clothes.
"Xia Yu, seeing his predecessors." Xia Gong respectfully said.
The rustling sound, but no one answered him.
After waiting for a long time, Xia Yu bowed respectfully and said, "Xiaoyu, a junior, meet his predecessors."
The rustling sound is still, and no one cares about him.
After a while, Xia Yu bowed respectfully and bowed respectfully, saying, "Since the predecessor did not intentionally appear, Xia Yu was disturbed, leave!"
After speaking, Xia Yu turned and left.
The Zhulou still has no movement, and Xia Yu has not stopped.
He still kept the speed when he came, and he was not sick, and came to where he came.
In front of him, if he takes one step, he will leave this space space, where there is a light door.
Xia Yu didn't hesitate to go in one step.
The next moment, his light flashed in front of him, and his consciousness did not return to the body.
In front of him, it turned out to be the bamboo tower.
"Boy, are you dishonest?" A leisurely and thick voice sounded from the bamboo building.
"Senior, juniors know that sincerity is spiritual, I am sincere!" Xia Yu said calmly.
"You are sincere? A nonsense!" The voice seemed a little angry, and said coldly: "Which one to learn from the teacher is not to kneel in front of the door or kneel and nine.
"?"
"Senior, I read a truth in the book. Among people, people should respect each other, and respect, not talking about it, nor is I kneeling for you for a few days, but in my heart."
"The predecessors are willing to teach the skills, that is my master, Master Master, and Master like a master, so it is Master, then I respect you, and I will treat my father."
"If the predecessors did not teach my skills, then it was not my master. For me, it was just an old man who did not know. I respect you in my heart that you are a strange old man, no other."
"Since my senior hasn't shown up for a long time, I should leave on my own without disturbing him or messing around. This is also the most basic form of respect."
After Xia Yu finished speaking, neither humble nor arrogant, there was no sound in the bamboo building for a long time.
After a long time…
"There are so many fallacies among scholars, come up and make tea for me!"
As he spoke, Xia Yu looked at the scenery before his eyes and found that he had already reached the second floor of the bamboo building.
In front of him, sat a middle-aged man in a blue shirt with a beautiful beard.
In front of the man in green shirt, there is a bamboo table with a tea set on it.
"Junior Xia Yu has met senior!" Xia Yu saluted respectfully.
"Build tea!" The man didn't even raise his eyelids.
"Yes." Xia Yu agreed.
Boil water, wash cups, make tea...
He took a cup of tea and held it in front of the man in green shirt with respectful hands.
The man in green shirt slowly picked up the tea cup and drank it in one gulp.
"You don't have a dantian, but you can still practice. There are other divine objects in your consciousness. You are indeed a boy with deep blessings."
Xia Yu was silent.
"You have a good physique. Now that you are here, I will drink a cup of tea from you and teach you a fingering technique."
"Thank you, Master. Please rest assured, Master, that I will not disgrace your heritage."
Xia Yu knelt down directly.
The man in green shirt smiled and said: "You guys are too shrewd. I am no longer here, so this is not a low-level inheritance."
"Once a teacher, always a father! The etiquette cannot be broken. In Xia Yu's heart, you will always be my master."
Xia Yu looked serious and spoke loudly.
The man in green shirt smiled and suddenly stretched out a finger and pointed it between Xia Yu's eyebrows.
"boom…"
Xia Yu felt that there were many more memories in his mind.
A set of exercises and one fingering technique.
"Xuan Tian Gong and Xuantian Finger!"
Xuantian Kung is a way of operating Yuan force, which mainly compresses Yuan force.
Can Yuanli still be compressed?
Xia Yu was secretly shocked and asked about the books outside the academy. There were also various cultivation techniques, but compressing Yuan Li was the first time he had heard of it.
In fact, the tens of thousands of books outside opened his horizons.
And this first sacred bone slip immediately benefited him a lot.
Compression of Yuan Li can make Yuan Li more pure, and the power of each piece of Yuan Li will naturally be more powerful.
It’s exciting just thinking about it!
There is a requirement for practicing Xuantian Kung, which is to have a strong physique.
There is naturally no problem with his physique. Zulong's method of cultivation is to strengthen his body first.
Now, if Wang Bing cuts his body, even the skin will not be broken.
You can imagine how strong it is.
Xuantian's finger was naturally a finger technique, which condensed a large amount of Yuan Power compressed by Xuantian Gong into his fingertips and exploded instantly.
Just like the moment when bamboo sprouts and breaks through the ground.
This kind of fingering puts equally high demands on the body.
Theoretically, you can activate as much compression force as your body can withstand.
If the energy of the whole body is compressed and condensed a little, then the power of Xuantian's finger will be so terrifying.
What if Xuantian's finger is used in the evil dragon spear technique?
Xia Yu immediately thought about this question.
The first form of splitting the sky, splitting the sky, is to condense the elemental force into one point and use it to break the surface.
If the compressed Yuan Li is replaced and the marksmanship is used, what is the power?
Xia Yu gets excited just thinking about it. This is completely feasible.
If the Yuan Li is compressed and then used on the Zulong Fist, the power will definitely increase dramatically.
At this moment, Xia Yu finally felt the preciousness of this Xuantian Technique.