Chapter 571 Haven't eaten enough of the last lesson?
An inexplicable thought made Zhuo Mufeng's heart beat violently.
He forced himself to remain calm and asked: "You just said that as long as I can shake the second wooden stake with my own strength, it will be considered a success?"
Snow Girl: "The first wooden stake cannot be moved."
If Zhuo Mufeng hadn't asked, this cold-hearted woman might not even be able to explain this premise. No, in her heart, maybe this premise does not need to be explained, and 'average people' can understand it.
This attitude of treating some situations that were higher than ordinary people as ordinary made Zhuo Mufeng even more trembling. He asked in a hoarse voice: "If I do it, what level will I be in the world?"
Probably for the sake of Mrs. Wu, Miss Xue reluctantly said patiently: "Dacheng's Volume Storm, you can compare it yourself to the specific level."
That’s the top ten on the Earth Spirit List!
Zhuo Mufeng smiled and said: "How long did it take you to reach this stage from small to big? I don't mean to pry into your secrets, I just want to use them to motivate myself."
Snow Girl stepped away and walked more than ten meters before replying: "Three months."
This answer is earth-shattering. None of the top ten masters on the Earth Spirit List have outstanding qualifications, but some people have spent ten or even decades to reach this point.
As for those who are as powerful as Wu Guanting and others, although they are at a higher level, the old witch personally told Zhuo Mufeng that it took him three years to reach a small level of success.
I can’t imagine what kind of shock it would be if word of Miss Snow’s progress spread to the world.
Watching the other party walk away calmly, as if this progress was nothing special, Zhuo Mufeng stood on the spot and shouted: "Sister Su!"
Snow Girl's body, which was originally moving forward, suddenly paused. Very few things could make her lose her composure. She recovered quickly and walked forward as if nothing had happened. The momentary touch seemed not to exist.
But Zhuo Mufeng had been staring at her, so how could he miss that scene? He stared blankly at Miss Xue disappearing from his sight, his heart surging.
He shouldn't have yelled, as it would have easily revealed his identity in Skyclaw, but he couldn't help but blurt it out, emotion overtaking reason at that moment.
Or maybe a deep intuition told him that Su Zhanxue would never betray him. It's funny, they only got along for a few days, and they knew nothing except their names, and even their names might be...
Fake.
But there was no reason for him to trust her like that.
From that day on, Zhuo Mufeng stayed in the woods and practiced continuously. The sword struck the first small wooden stake again and again, trying to shake the second small wooden stake without shaking it.
Su Zhanxue was able to perform as he pleased, but Zhuo Mufeng was unable to do anything during practice, and he understood the gap between the two. After five days, he felt that he had mastered a little bit of skills, but he didn't know how far away he was from success.
Since that day, Su Zhanxue did not appear again.
Zhuo Mufeng seemed to have forgotten his last lesson. Late one night, he swam to Wuyou Island again without fear of death and quietly landed ashore.
"Do you want to die?" A cold voice sounded in his ears. Zhuo Mufeng only felt a blur in his eyes. Miss Snow had appeared not far in front of him, looking at him indifferently.
Zhuo Mufeng chuckled and said, "Sister Su, why are you doing this out of town? You and I can be considered close friends who share weal and woe. I miss you, so I came here to see you."
When they met before as Sky Claw masters, both of them used falsetto to show off their voices. Only then did Zhuo Mufeng realize that Su Zhanxue's voice was very nice, with a bit of hoarseness.
Seeing that Miss Xue didn't say anything, this guy became a little more courageous. He actually dared to walk forward and smiled as he walked: "Sister Su, it turns out that you are so pretty in person, and your martial arts are so good. Why don't you stay here all day?"
Isn’t it boring in this ghost place?”
"You think I won't kill you." Miss Xue said lightly. It was not a rhetorical question, but it was like a sword thrust straight into Zhuo Mufeng's chest, causing him to stop in fear.
Zhuo Mufeng was a little unsure, so he waved his hand: "Don't be like this, it's rare for us to meet again. Do you want to go to my place together? I grilled some fish."
"Get out!" Miss Xue said coldly, her aura was really no joke, Zhuo Daguan was frightened and took several steps back.
He did not dare to continue to challenge the woman's patience, lest he would be self-defeating, so he used the excuse he had prepared long ago: "Sister Su, why have you been missing these days? I came here just to ask you to answer some cultivation questions."
Seeing that the aura that enveloped him became colder and stronger, as if it was about to explode at any moment, Zhuo Daguan turned around and jumped into the sea, swimming towards the island without looking back.
It wasn't until he was far enough away that he muttered: "Why are you pretending to be indifferent? If you weren't Sister Su, how did you know I would come again? Why did you stop here in advance?"
After being shot, Zhuo Shaoxia learned well and did not get into trouble again in the next few days.
However, although his understanding has improved a bit and reached the first-class level, it is still far behind Wu Guanting. It is almost impossible to achieve the ultimate goal of understanding Juan Feng within eight or nine months.
So although he practiced hard every day and tried hard to explore, he still couldn't figure it out. He couldn't imagine how Su Zhanxue put the power through the first wooden stake.
"If you practice like this, you won't be able to do it in ten years." At noon, Zhuo Mufeng was sweating like rain, and a long-lost cold voice sounded behind him.
If she was just Miss Snow, Zhuo Mufeng bets that she would never come over and say such a thing.
Without looking back, Zhuo Mufeng said with a broken tone: "You have to practice even if you don't succeed. No one is willing to teach me anyway, so who makes my understanding so poor? Don't worry about me, go back to Wuyou Island and be good
Accompany your master!"
Snow Girl looked at his back for a long time, and seemed to have returned to the valley where the two had taken refuge after falling into the waterfall. The other party pestered her to ask for advice on how to transform the essence.
The second time they met, he failed to assassinate Miao Chongwei outside Yangzhou City. He was also angry and asked her for advice on how to roll up a storm.
Now more than a year has passed, and time has changed, making Snow Girl feel slightly in a trance.
In her short life, no one dared to offend her. Her innate temperament made everyone only have awe and fear towards her. Her gaze that looked straight down in those people's eyes was like looking down.
.
She didn't even bother to explain, and she didn't even waste any energy on it, because it wasn't important. Only in front of a few people, including her master, did she occasionally reveal some of her emotions.
The young man in front of him was born with a very thick skin, and was bold and shameless. He was obviously so afraid of himself before, but after learning his 'true identity', he raised his tail as expected and began to get carried away.
I was indifferent to him, but it seemed that I was wrong, and I don't know where he got his confidence.
Shaking her head, Miss Xue walked to Zhuo Mufeng and said, "If the first wooden stake is air, can you use your power to shake the second wooden stake?"
Zhuo Mufeng glanced at her and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Isn't that simple?"
"In this case, what is the difference between the first wooden stake and the air? When you attack others, the first thing that passes through is air, but the vibration of the air is not obvious. The so-called not shaking the first wooden stake is just that it is indistinguishable to the naked eye.
It’s not that it’s really not shaken, otherwise God wouldn’t be able to do it.”
It's hard for Miss Xue to say so much, but this is her limit. Zhuo Mufeng pondered over the words in his ears, seeming to have some understanding, but he almost didn't mean it.
He was not stupid after all. He turned around quickly and asked: "This is the truth, but how can I really do it?"
After a moment of silence, she was finally defeated by this person's shamelessness. Snow girl sighed: "You can't make a fat man by eating one bite. You first use the smallest strength to control them to pass to the second wooden stake. When you succeed, increase the strength.
, raising the standards step by step.”
Speaking of this, Zhuo Mufeng would be a fool if he didn't understand. This guy stuck the Amber Divine Sword on the ground, walked towards Su Zhanxue, opened his hands: "Sister Su, you are indeed my lucky star.
Come, let us have a pure hug!"
boom!
Zhuo Mufeng yelled, flew upside down and hit a big tree ten meters away, and then fell to the ground. He held his stomach, but the big tree behind him broke into more than a dozen pieces with a few clicks.
Snow Girl walked out without saying a word.
Zhuo Mufeng stood up, chased after her and shouted, "I grilled some fish, can we eat it with Sister Su?" By the time he ran out of the woods, Miss Snow had long disappeared.
With a helpless smile, Zhuo Shaoxia had no choice but to return disappointed. After receiving Su Zhanxue's tips, he found the trick, and then he practiced hard day and night.
This guy's perseverance is worthy of recognition. He devoted himself wholeheartedly and seemed to have forgotten the passage of time.
The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and the tides on the sea rise and fall, but Wuyou Island among the whirlpools and mist remains as calm as ever. In this undisturbed calm, Zhuo Mufeng practices the same routine day after day.
Action, tireless and tireless.
As the days went by, the force he exerted became stronger and stronger. The sword struck the first wooden stake, and the second wooden stake could be faintly trembled.
In the blink of an eye, three months passed.
During this period, Miss Xue would come to see her every few days, and would give some suggestions from time to time without Zhuo Mufeng's request. As a result, Zhuo Mufeng's progress was so rapid that it far exceeded his own expectations.
He felt that he had entered the final stage, and he would be able to master the great curling storm if he stepped forward. However, this stage was more difficult than all the previous stages.
It can no longer even be achieved through hard training, but requires a flash of enlightenment. This kind of understanding is different for everyone, so Su Zhanxue cannot give specific suggestions.
"What are you doing?"
On the shore of the island, Miss Xue saw Zhuo Mufeng cutting down trees, cutting them into sections of the same length, and tying the trees together with some canes. She couldn't help but asked curiously.
Zhuo Mufeng chuckled and said: "To make the raft, I have to rely on my own strength to pass through the fog and whirlpool. Maybe it will be useful for me to understand the storm."
Miss Snow stared at him for a long time and said: "Without someone's guidance, it is impossible for you to break through the whirlpool."
"How will you know if you don't try." Zhuo Mufeng was smiling, but he was obviously unconvinced.
Miss Snow said coldly: "Have you not learned enough from the last lesson? Why try if you know you will be as tired as a dead dog?"