The first thousand one hundred and eighty-six chapters
Fukang Community is old, but has many buildings built.
Situ Xuankong occupies the fifteenth floor of a building. Xu Zhi originally thought that would be it, but he did not expect that the entire rehabilitation community belonged to the Situ family.
Direct line, collateral line, branch line, the entire Fukang community are members of the Situ family.
There are nearly a hundred people, old and young, large and small. Of course, there are also people who work in other places and some who have not returned home. The ethnic group seems to be extremely prosperous.
There are also many younger teenagers who are the same age as Xu Zhi.
While practicing Qigong under Fukang Waterfall, this group of people came to watch the fun from time to time.
This made Xu Zhi feel like a monkey in the zoo. The last time he had this feeling was in the ruins of the dungeon.
When practicing under the waterfall, it is easy to think of all kinds of cool winds, running through mountains and rivers, and even jumping upstream.
But that kind of waterfall is usually a natural waterfall, and a suitable location will be chosen.
In front of a man-made cultivation device like Fukang Falls, everything in your imagination becomes impossible.
Situ Xuankong only briefly tested Xu Zhi's resistance to blows, and tons of clear water flew down from high altitude.
From being beaten to the ground on the first day and lying there for a whole day, Xu Zhi could barely sit up and raise his arm to swing a stick. No one knows how he spent these ten days.
It seemed like he was being beaten every day, and the pain in his body was quite obvious. If the pain was too much, Xu Zhi would scream, attracting a crowd of people to watch.
The impact force customized by Situ Xuankong was just within the range that he could accept, but he couldn't bear the long-term impact, so he beat him every day. When he was exhausted, he would soak in the medicinal bath and eat again.
Eat a lot of refined food to maintain daily training for the next day.
This is a punishment, but mixed with a reward.
Xu Zhi could feel that his body had become stronger and his qi and blood were thicker. His extremely pure qi training skills had even been suppressed to a certain extent. When he came out of the waterfall, there would be a retaliatory rebound, which made his inner body feel stronger.
Qi progress increased a bit.
The powerful impact made it extremely difficult to swing his arms. If he wanted to practice the stick freely in Fukang Falls, Xu Zhi felt that it would be possible for him to enter the master stage.
But after the beating, he always felt a sense of relaxation when waving his legs, feet and arms, as if he was lifting weights with ease.
Under normal circumstances, if you want to lift a heavy weight with ease, you must be strong enough to hold the weapon without feeling much, and swing it with ease. However, Xu Zhi's strength did not change much at this time. This kind of perception seems to be more of a source.
Mentally, I was under too much pressure, and suddenly I changed to a relaxed environment, and everything I felt became lighter.
"It seems that you know how many benefits you have gained. Do you still want to practice under Fukang Waterfall?"
Situ Xuankong looked at Xu Zhi with a smile. He was very satisfied with this fourth generation. His only regret was that Xu Zhi had followed the path of the Tuo family and practiced the Hou Tu Xuan Sutra, so the effort in the future would inevitably be greater.
This kind of effort is not directly proportional to the reward. If Xu Zhi wants to move forward, he needs to rely more on himself.
This is very consistent with the Yan family's family tradition. A certain degree of self-reliance may be more beneficial to the future.
Relying on the disciples and the family is, after all, something that some unpromising people do. Situ Xuankong secretly wondered if his descendants were not very successful, so he was taking too much care of them.
"I'd better think about it."
Xu Zhi hesitated and said that practicing once every one or two years would be very good for the body, but if he continued to practice under this waterfall, he might die if he persisted for only a month.
Excessive water pressure violently promotes growth inside and outside the body, but over time, the body will inevitably develop abnormalities.
The body obviously has its limits at different stages of cultivation, and it would be too much to encourage the growth.
"Then..."
"No more, no more."
Xu Zhi shook his head repeatedly, wondering what the master meant. Could it be that he wanted to throw him in there for ten days? That would be very uncomfortable.
"My head is so full of water now that I can't take it in anymore."
Xu pointed straight at his head and shook it.
"Master, listen, listen carefully, there is the sound of water inside."
"..."
Situ Xuankong looked at Xu Zhi speechless for a while, he hadn't finished speaking yet.
"Once every three years, you can come whenever you want. If you are promoted to the master stage, we will see the situation then."
"Master, you are so kind."
Xu Zhi was overjoyed. As long as he was not caught and thrown under the waterfall, there would be no problem. It would be good to catch the autumn breeze every three years.
If his inner energy is mottled, relying on this waterfall can even have a purifying effect, but now that his inner energy is pure, this ability is not used.
"Now you and Xiaoxin are the only ones who are not afraid of this waterfall. If you don't use it, no one will use it."
Xiaoxin, Xu Zhi thought about it for a moment, and realized that there was no way to guess who this person was. After all, Yan Xingxia and Yan Xuankong were called Xiaoyan, so how could Xiaoxin know who Xiaoxin he was.
"Jin Bai should be fine too."
Yan Jinbai is the grandson of Yan Xuankong, and Yan Xingxia and Situ Xuankong are sworn friends, so why should he also be treated like this?
"He probably still lacks some skills. He must have heard about my man-made waterfall, and he is inevitably a little stressed. He might have come here earlier."
Xu Zhi suddenly remembered that Yan Jinbai had hesitated to speak several times when he mentioned coming to visit this master. He was afraid that he had already guessed the consequences at that time, but if he had explained it more clearly, Xu Zhi might also be under pressure.
I didn't know that this kind of thing would be better. I was confused all the way and got here all the way.
"Your internal energy is pure, and the master is very hopeful. This time, you must have asked Lao Song for the exquisite secret medicine. You have to take the benefits from him, and don't forget the benefits from the master's side."
"How about this stick?"
While Situ Xuankong was speaking, he took a long pale golden stick from behind.
Xu Zhi felt his hand feel heavy when he started it. The weight of this long stick was much greater than that of the three major series of long sticks: blue steel, alloy, and iron. The weight was almost doubled.
Two hundred and forty-five meters, two hundred and sixty-eight pounds.
This is a master-level treasure.
A big treasure stick.
Xu Zhi sensed it slightly, and swung the long stick around a bit. Under the radiation, his physical strength was almost at the level of many practitioners with passive innate power.
There is no need to activate the Qi training technique, this long stick can still be wielded by him with great force.
"This stick is good."
Xu Zhi said happily, the light stick was almost useless when he waved it. Now that he had a heavy weapon in his hand, he felt a little more at ease.
The stick is heavy and heavy, so it naturally exerts more power. Nowadays, Xu Zhi is not afraid of the speed flow. Holding such a heavy weapon, Xu Zhi is a little happy.
When he swung it, he felt that the inner energy was densely distributed on the outside of the weapon. Compared with the alloy stick used in the expert stage, there was not much stagnation. The emotional awareness was the effect brought by this long stick.
In comparison, this effect is better than the Eight-Gold Yang Fire Stick produced by Jingmen Damu.
"Master, what is the name of this stick?"
When weapons reach the master stage, each one has its own name. They are not as common as the previous iron weapons and blue steel weapons, such as the eight-jin Yanghuo stick, the Feixueliuhua stick by Huang Denggao, the master of the stick arts academy, and the white snow sword by Gu Changying.
wait.
With continuous practice and improvement, a cultivator's weapons gradually become more durable and more expensive. It is difficult to just use another one like Xu Zhi did before.
If nothing else happens, a treasure is basically the best weapon in a master practitioner's life.
Relying on these weapons to survive, the weapons began to have their own names, either traditional or simple.
In the final analysis, it means that as the level of the cultivator is different, the level of strength also increases, and it must be used to take action.
"This stick was obtained by killing an enemy in Northern Xinjiang. It is made of refined brass. I can't remember the specific name. What name do you want?"
"'Golden Stick', look at the color of this long stick. It's light gold. I think it's good to call it Golden Stick," Xu Zhi said happily.
"Golden stick" Situ Xuankong thought for a moment before saying, "I suddenly remembered that this stick used to be called a gilded armor-breaking stick. Do you think this name would be better?"
Situ Xuankong decided to change his disciple's mind. He no longer had any hope in Xu Zhi's naming ability.