Staring at the roaring Pilian Waterfall in the distance, Zhang Wenfeng unknowingly "sat and forgot about things and myself", an invisible breath was slowly growing and condensing, and the sea of consciousness was not stirring.
The gentle breeze flows beside you day and night.
The brilliance on his body is like dots of fireflies, reflecting each other.
From time to time, there were "bang bang" banging sounds at the foot of the mountain, and each hit was very powerful. The donkey had not been sweating like this for a long time. His body was covered with sand, dust and bark debris, and his hair was messy.
After a day of intermittent impact, I found some experiences and felt very good.
Every time it hits the thick tree pole, it can detect the active rebound of demonic power in its body.
Bishop Guan's body-building method is very suitable for him now, and he doesn't want to spend his days wandering around in confusion.
I rested and ate some grass to fill my stomach. It was getting dark. The donkey wandered around and found three fish baskets still standing upside down under the tree. The viewer did not go down to the rock to put the baskets for fishing. Occasionally, it is normal for the viewer to not go down to the rock for a day. There is a barbecue in the stone house.
The fish remained, but the donkey didn't care much.
It rained the next day, and the donkey took the three fish baskets into a cave at the foot of the mountain. Instead of hiding in the cave and lazing around, it continued to bump into the trees in the drizzle, maintaining its usual and persistent passion.
However, at night, there was still no visitor walking around on the rocks. This situation was not quite right.
The donkey followed the foothold dug by the viewer on the rock and rushed up to the rock. It does not know how to lighten the body, but it is proficient in the art of lightness, the use of strength, and the mastery of maneuvering. As long as there is a place to stay, it can climb
Climbing steep rocks more than ten feet high is not a problem.
Standing on the wall of the courtyard, separated by a thin curtain of rain, the donkey saw the viewer sitting cross-legged on the steps under the stone eaves. He was surrounded by a very light green aura, and the brilliance shone slightly. He was immersed in the state of selfless cultivation. It felt happy, and the viewer
Found the insight of "watching waterfalls".
He turned around, stepped diagonally on the steep rocks, rushed down the mountain, went around to the southeast, and continued to fight against the old locust tree with his body and head.
It must seize the time day and night to familiarize itself with this body-building method and find the best tempering tips.
Otherwise, it will be extremely difficult to find a forbidden place where the demon power cannot be used after leaving the forbidden area. Depending on the condition of the watcher, he will be out of the forbidden area in a few days.
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The ghostly valley is shrouded in white mist.
There is a green valley in the depths that occupies a large area, surrounded by mountains, with birds singing and flowers fragrant, rich in aura, and full of vitality.
There are caves, stone corridors, pavilions and gurgling water in the valley.
Xin Yue sat cross-legged under an ancient tree with branches and leaves stretching up to a hundred feet in the middle of the valley. The demonic aura around her body was dense and dense, condensing and not dissipating. She could not help but regain her demonic power, and her cultivation progress was rising steadily.
Zhengu Fox Soul clearly told her that if she didn't practice to the second level of perfection, she wouldn't be able to get out of the valley even half a step.
If you can't reach it in your lifetime, then you will be trapped here to avoid losing the face of the fox demon clan.
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Zhang Wenfeng felt like he just took a nap. He woke up in a daze with a smile on his face. When he was watching the waterfall, he accidentally entered the state of forgetfulness. It was very rare. How many days had passed? He raised his head and looked into the distance.
The waterfall seemed to be hidden by the water mist. Regardless of my hunger, I looked back to see what was different about myself.
Suddenly he discovered that he could see within the sea of consciousness. He "saw" beneath the two ancient volumes, a very tiny transparent aura floating in the sea of consciousness, thinner than a hair, and microwaves rippling nearby.
The sword intention contained in the breath surprised him. Although it looked weak at the moment, he could get a first glimpse of its grand intention and majestic momentum.
With the help of the state of "sitting and forgetting", he inadvertently realized and condensed a trace of his natal sword intention.
The description of swordsmanship in the classics said that everything in the world can be used as a sword, regardless of shape, attribute, grade, or category. It opened a new door for him and improved his understanding of swordsmanship.
His talent for swordsmanship is deeply rooted in his bones, otherwise he wouldn't be able to gain sword power by watching the waterfall.
Then he realized that he had some insights due to his cultivation, which broke some kind of confinement here, allowing him to use his little magic power. He quickly got up and walked into the stone house, and took out two bags of dry food, a bag of dried meat and fresh fruits from the storage space.
, several jars of refined salt, seasonings and other items, and brought out two jars of good wine that he specially prepared for the donkeys, and took out two bags of mixed ingredients.
To be prepared, he was worried that his magic power would be banned again later.
Fill a porcelain bowl with half a bowl of water, hold it in your hand for a moment, let the water boil in the bowl, use a spoon to scoop three spoonfuls of dry food into the bowl, add a few pieces of dried meat, slowly stir evenly, and smell the fragrant food smell.
Zhang Wenfeng slowly ate a bowl of ordinary dry food.
I nibbled two more fruits that were not too fresh, leaving a lingering aroma in my mouth.
It was a long-awaited enjoyment, and every pore on my body felt like it was being ironed.
He carried a jar of spirits and a bag of fine materials, reluctant to put them into the storage space. He flew up the stone wall and landed lightly under the rocks, thinking about how to go back. He would use the Caiyun Gold he obtained this time to please
The weapon refiner helped him tailor a magic weapon-level long sword. He realized the sword intention of his destiny, but the current Zaomu sword could not fully exert its power.
"Bang", "bang", the donkey changed positions and hit the trunk of the ancient locust tree as thick as a water tank.
The leaves were falling, and the ground was covered with a thick layer. The leaves that had lost their moisture were withered and rolled up.
Zhang Wenfeng came closer and when he saw this scene, he shook his head slightly. This guy didn't even know how to hit other ancient trees. All the bark around the locust tree was rubbed off, and he shouted:
"Come in, Luzi, take a rest first and see what good things I have brought you?"
"Well, Master, you are out of seclusion. You have been in seclusion for five days this time."
The donkey was sweating profusely and turned around. When he saw the jar in the hands of the viewer, he was so surprised that he jumped five feet in the air. "Master, you have recovered your mana. That's great! I want to drink wine, and I want to stir-fry beans in my mouth."
They have all faded away from the birds.”
When it was happy, it couldn't help but let out the bad words it learned from the old lame man.
"It has recovered a little bit, and I can just take out the items."
Zhang Wenfeng took out the donkey's eating trough from the storage space, poured half a bag of essence, and then took out a large basin and poured most of the basin into it. The jar of wine was almost at the bottom. He also took a white bowl and poured half of it into it.
Bowl and slowly taste the spicy taste.
He doesn't like wine, so he drinks a little with his donkey, just for a brief taste.
The donkey ate like crazy, taking a sip of wine and a mouthful of fine ingredients, and mumbled "delicious" and "comfortable".
Halfway through the meal, this guy suddenly woke up to something very important, more important than drinking.
"Master, can we go out?"
"I just went to take a look, but it still didn't work. It was so foggy that I couldn't find the exit."
"That doesn't matter. You can gain some insights this time. I believe it will take some time for us to get out."
The donkey was not too disappointed and continued to drink wine. A drink of wine would relieve a thousand worries.
Zhang Wenfeng walked to the cave where the donkey lived, moved a few bags of essence and the remaining wine jars, and put them all in the corner. He could eat whatever the donkey wanted. He didn't know how long it would take before he could get out.
By night, what little magic power he had was banned as expected.
Time passes day by day.
The donkey had a bowl of wine to drink and a meal of fine food every day, and he lived a happy life.
After more than a month of tempering and adapting, it started bumping against trees instead of hitting rocks. It was full of energy and achieved some success in physical exercise. The hair on its body fell out and started to grow new black hair.
With every blow, the demonic power in the body was triggered in advance, and the force was so strong that the rocks fell off and fragments were thrown off.
Zhang Wenfeng, who cultivates in the stone house on the top of the mountain, goes down every three to five days. He has found the trick to visualize the waterfall and condense and strengthen the trace of his natal sword intention in the sea of consciousness. He spends most of the day comprehending it.
Every little bit of progress made him obsessed with it.
He almost forgot about the passage of time. All he could think about all day long was concentrating his sword power. He listened to the donkey muttering. No matter how frugal he was, all the jars of wine, water and essence were eaten, and the donkey was chewing grass again.
day.
Returning to the stone house on the top of the mountain, Zhang Wenfeng did not go down the mountain for several days.
Until this day, no matter what direction the wind was blowing, the thousand-foot waterfall in the distance was floating and falling on the huge rock.
Amidst the roaring sound, the water flowed like a gush, and the water fell from the sky. It almost rushed the donkey who was hitting the rocks at the bottom of the mountain into the south canyon. The donkey held on to the big tree in the forest with its hooves and drank a few sips of water.
Fortunately, the flood came suddenly and fiercely, and went away very quickly. Soon there was only a mess left, and the donkey hurriedly rolled and crawled to higher ground.
Suddenly I heard the viewer laughing from the top of the mountain.
"When we walk to the water-poor place, we sit and watch the clouds rise! So that's what happened! Come on, Lu Zi, we can leave this lonely island."
The donkey responded with a wet voice, "Ah uh... ah uh..."
It was finally possible to leave this cage-like island, but then it was worried that after such a long time, if the vixen left the forbidden area alone with the treasure, how would they get out?
No matter what, just follow the viewer.
Since this place is Mo Ye's territory, the temple owner has a way to get out, so he doesn't need to worry about it.