After leaving the school, Zhang Ling knew that something had to be chosen, and there was no room for looking back. Therefore, on the way back to the Zong Mansion, he kept thinking of an excuse. No, it should be called a lie to avoid trouble. Otherwise, he didn't know how to explain to Zong Chentian.
The journey from the school to the clan mansion was only about three miles, and Zhang Ling had already thought of more than a dozen lies to avoid trouble. As he was thinking and practicing, he found that he could lie without blushing or heartbeat. From this, Zhang Ling nodded to himself happily: "Well, not bad, I am more courageous this time."
Until he reached the door of the Zongfu, Zhang Ling found out in confusion that there was a stone table in front of the Zongfu with a pot of tea on it, and Zong Chentian happened to be sitting on the stone bench next to him, holding a cup of tea in his hand. A cup of tea, as if waiting for you.
Zhang Ling didn't know what was going on, so he stepped forward and shouted: "Uncle Zong."
Zong Chentian had no reaction and just sat there, looking thoughtful. After a while, he calmly said: "Why do you want to practice martial arts?"
"Ah?" Zhang Ling didn't react for a moment. After thinking for a moment, he finally understood, "Uncle Zong, how did you do it? You knew this not long after I just said it?"
Zong Chentian did not answer him, but asked again: "Why do you want to practice martial arts? What is your reason for practicing martial arts?"
Zhang Ling knew that he couldn't even hide now, so he looked at Zong Chentian with firm eyes: "Walking ten thousand miles."
"no."
"Why?"
"If you are just curious, it will be difficult to enter martial arts." Zong Chentian explained.
Entering martial arts is naturally the so-called first-level Nascent realm. In fact, Zhang Ling really doesn’t know how to become a first-class Nascent realm, but he still pretends to know it: "Isn’t it just a Nascent realm! I can’t do it now, no. The representative won’t be able to do it in the future either.”
Zong Chentian suddenly frowned! Putting down the tea cup in his hand, he shouted: "Who told you?"
"I saw it in the book."
"Who gave you the book?"
Zhang Ling did not hide it, and there was no need to hide it. He took out the only book from his arms.
After Zong Chentian saw it, he seemed to be relieved: "Okay, since you want to practice martial arts, it also depends on whether you have the temperament to endure hardship."
Zong Chentian picked up the tea cup and drank the tea in one breath. Then with a light step and a little effort, he jumped to a tree, broke off a branch from it, and then slowly landed on the ground.
Before Zhang Ling could react, the branch in Zong Chentian's hand fell and hit his knees, forcing him to bend his legs.
Zong Chentian said: "Raise your hands."
Zhang Ling originally thought he was just bending down and squatting down, but then he saw Zong Chentian put the branch in his hand across his straight hands, put one finger on the middle of the branch, and pressed it slightly. From the outside, he didn't use any force at all. But only Zhang Ling could feel the pressure, which weighed about a hundred kilograms.
It stands to reason that this branch cannot bear this weight. As far as Zhang Ling feels, the pressure of one hundred kilograms is not all on his hands, but Zong Chentian's excellent control of this weight. The pressure spread all over Zhang Ling.
Zong Chentian said: "If you can persist for an hour, I will allow you to practice martial arts."
Zhang Ling agreed: "Okay."
It was almost noon, and the scorching sun was shining suddenly. For an ordinary person, with his body half-crouched, under a pressure of 200 kilograms, and exposed to the scorching sun, he could only last for half an hour at most.
It's not because of limited physical strength, but because of insufficient willpower. If the person is in a coma, it can last for several hours without risking his life, but if anyone can stay awake for an hour, it shows his strong willpower.
Willpower is particularly important for a person who practices martial arts. If a person with extraordinary talent has poor willpower and is lazy all day long, he will be left behind by a person with mediocre talent but excellent willpower. This kind of thing is completely common in this world.
One minute, two minutes... ten minutes...
Half an hour later, Zhang Ling felt that his willpower began to gradually fade, and his vision began to become a little blurry.
Suddenly, Zhang Ling had a thought in his mind.
As time passed, Zhang Ling's willpower began to improve, and his vision gradually became clearer, but the pressure on his body did not diminish at all.
Zhang Ling was thinking about it. After half an hour of intense pressure, he somehow seemed to be able to subjectively control his own willpower. I guess this is the magic of the Eye of the Heart.
After being able to use the Eye of the Heart, Zhang Ling began to do this to force himself to stay awake.
His eyes widened with anger, and his body was extremely depressed, but he still could not suppress Zhang Ling.
Finally, an hour later, the pressure on the branches was removed by Zong Chentian. Suddenly, Zhang Ling sat down on the ground, feeling more relaxed than ever before, but his whole body was already soaked with sweat. When he looked up again, he saw that Zong Chentian's expression remained unchanged and he was still as high-spirited, but he was also shaken by Zhang Ling's willpower in his heart.
Zhang Ling took a deep breath and said with a smile: "How about it, Uncle Zong, I can practice martial arts now."
Zong Chentian snorted coldly: "It's okay to practice martial arts, but if you can't open the first orifice in half a year, don't even think about leaving Luochuan County."
With that said, Zong Chentian turned and left, leaving only one sentence: "Come to the back mountain tomorrow."
At this moment, although Zhang Ling understood the meaning of these words, he couldn't understand it, and he was equally innocent, but he still wanted to scold him, but he was unable to do so. The purpose of "Tongqiaoqiao" in half a year is to allow Zhang Ling to cultivate his internal power within half a year. You must know that some people have been practicing since childhood and it will take several years to reach the full Dantian. If they want to cultivate their internal power, it depends purely on their aptitude or luck. Thinking of this, Zhang Ling felt even colder and lay down directly on the ground.
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On the second day, on the back mountain to the north of Luochuan County, Zhang Ling was walking on the road with a complicated look on his face.
Clear springs and streams flow cleanly. Zhang Ling has always liked this sound. Every time he hears it, his worries are swept away: "Forget it, the legs are on me. I will slip out in the future." After thinking about it, I felt relieved instantly.
Under the waterfall, the water surged. Zong Chentian stood a few meters away from the waterfall, landing steadily on the water. He held a short sword in his hand and kept making gestures. The next moment, a sword was drawn out. The waterfall was directly cut in half, but the mountain inside was not damaged at all. After a while, the waterfall poured down again.
Zhang Ling, who was standing aside, was stunned: "Cut the knife to cut off the water."
Subconsciously, he looked at Zong Chentian again and saw him shaking his head.
"No," Zhang Ling was puzzled, and suddenly thought of what Zong Chentian said yesterday, "It's true anger!"
"The true energy remains," Zong Chentian finally said on the water, and jumped to Zhang Ling's side. "There was once a man who did not believe in evil. He had no true energy, so he began to practice swordsmanship hard. Later, he became an ordinary fourth-grade or lower None of them were his enemies with one move, but when he encountered someone of the first level or above, he began to feel powerless. Then he started to practice hundreds of weapons, and finally became proficient in all the weapons in the world, and even defeated all the second-level masters in the world. But when he encountered someone who entered the martial arts People who enter the martial arts realm are no match at all. It’s not because the Nascent Xuan realm is much higher than the second level. It’s just that those who have entered the martial arts can use the true energy more directly. All his swordsmanship, knife skills, or other martial arts are outclassed. Restrained it.”
Zong Chentian paused for a while, showing a pity expression.
"What happened next?" Zhang Ling asked.
Zong Chentian spoke again: "Although his understanding of Baibing is even better than that of the masters, he has no internal strength after all. At most, he can only be regarded as a special butterfly bee under the mountains. Later, he gradually faded out of the world. His field of vision, and many of the people he defeated were in the first level, and they all wanted to find that person to decide the outcome, but they all searched to no avail."
Zhang Ling retorted: "Uncle Zong, what does this have to do with you asking me to penetrate the orifice in half a year?"
