As soon as Lu Shangshu returned to the house, it began to rain heavily, and the same was true on the mountain. Going higher up, when Zhang Ling entered the attic in the morning, at the entrance of the fifteenth floor, a middle-aged man in Taoist robes was sitting here, holding a A long sword has the appearance of an immortal. Only by looking closely can one feel a sense of vicissitudes unique to him. After Zhang Ling inquired, he found out that this was also a senior fellow in the academy, named Zhao Guihong. As for when he arrived In the academy, the Taoist priest refused to reveal his previous identity, so Zhang Ling did not ask any more questions. He spent a long time selecting on the fifteenth floor, and finally selected a book on the art of controlling objects, which was different from the thoughts of the master. , the flying sword can be reached, but it is forced to use blood to nourish the fetus and use Qi to control things.
Zhang Ling sat in his small courtyard and placed the desk outside the house. In order to prevent too much Qi from being released, Qi and blood surged, causing dizziness and unable to concentrate on controlling things.
Because the dagger was taken away by Chen Liuren, and he was only in the third rank, his internal energy was not very strong. According to the larger the size of the object, the more internal energy was consumed. Zhang Ling couldn't do the flying sword technique now, so Zhang Jingqian had previously left twelve falling silver needles on himself in order to save himself, so Zhang Ling simply tried to see if he could control the needles with his energy.
From morning to night, the rain gradually decreased, and Zhang Ling felt that the heat in his body became more and more obvious. He had to grit his teeth and persist, using both hands at the same time, clasping four fingers together, and slowly pointed the smallest silver needle placed on the table. Slowly walking half an inch away from the table, Zhang Ling couldn't help but smile with joy, but due to distraction, he lost his temper and dropped the silver needle again on the table.
Even so, Zhang Ling didn't feel it was a pity. After all, he had only practiced for one day, and he was satisfied to have made a start.
Zhang Ling packed up the twelve falling silver needles, tidied up, ate some food, and returned to the house, where he began to exercise his internal energy and cultivate his internal energy. He also used the Qi-nourishing technique to look in the mirror and observe the mind. When he first learned the technique, he could only speed up the true energy in the body a little. Flow speed, if you want to fully penetrate one orifice, you don't know how many years and months it will take. At first, it was just a last-minute effort to open up the third orifice. However, after Zhang Ling practiced for a month, he gradually became able to do it within an hour or two. When he arrived at his own image inside, it was as quiet as a clear lake. He was moving his true energy subjectively, and unknowingly it was several times faster than before. To outsiders, this was already a thousand miles, but Zhang Ling didn't know that if he wanted to look in the mirror, he would It took Lu Qingci several years to reach such a state of mind-observation cultivation, even if it was handed over to his disciple Tang Yong. Even if the image could be internalized, it would take more than ten hours each time.
After several hours in a row, it was already late at night. Because he could recuperate his inner breath while practicing, Zhang Ling did not feel tired. Looking at the mind in the mirror was the most suitable practice for people who could meditate all the time, and Zhang Ling happened to have no mind. The kind of people who are like Bo Lang can be said to be tailor-made for themselves. Thinking of this, Zhang Ling unconsciously remembered that when he was choosing secret techniques in the library, he saw a book on the secret of body training, which was also suitable for him. Zhang Ling couldn't help but feel that this was deliberately arranged by the two people at home.
Zhang Ling started practicing martial arts late, and his body was as weak as a scholar's, and his internal strength plummeted, so they deliberately asked Lu Qingci to teach him how to practice qi. When they arrived at the academy, they were supposed to choose the secret body training book when they entered the fifteenth floor, but they didn't know There will be a guy who doesn't look serious, but is actually a master. He will pass on the top body-building secret technique Vajra Body to him, a stranger who doesn't want to do it, just because of something as trivial as breaking the gauze paper.
In the next few months, Zhang Ling kept going back and forth in the academy to practice this method. Although he could feel that it was getting better and better, it was hundreds of times slower than what he had experienced before.
Zhang Ling walked around the yard, with his hands behind his back, and just moved his fingers slightly. The largest and bluntest of the twelve falling silver needles flew out of Zhang Ling's sleeves, flying straight in the air with a smooth and natural trajectory. Zhang Ling was moved by his thoughts and could focus on the target accurately.
Zhang Ling smiled slightly: "It's done."
Just as Zhang Ling was retracting the needle, Song Linjie jumped in from outside the courtyard wall. He was in a hurry and sweating profusely. He picked up the teapot and started drinking without paying attention to the owner of the courtyard next to him.
Judging from the past few months, Zhang Ling knew that Song Linjie was also practicing the secret body-building technique Baidu. This was originally found overseas by the sword king Song Qingtian. He needed to take some special medicines and then follow a certain method, bit by bit. When the physical strength is exhausted, when it reaches the limit, the longer you persist, the more abundant the benefits will be. If the number reaches a hundred, it will be a great achievement. Ordinary people cannot hurt it in the slightest. Because of the limited physical strength at the beginning, Song Linjie will fall down in less than half a day. , but those were still childhood, and now he can stay awake for several days. These past few months have also made the academy restless, but Zhang Ling had to admit this boy's diligence and perseverance. After asking Dean Song, he learned that he was the King of Swords. When he obtained this secret technique, he had only practiced it forty-one times at the same time as Song Linjie, while Song Linjie was only sixteen and had already practiced it sixty-seven times. Of course, this was also because he had practiced it with Song Qingtian himself. At that time, he was already a first-class master.
Zhang Ling turned around and didn't care about him, and asked: "How, when can I break through to the Nascent Realm?"
Song Linjie breathed a long sigh of relief and said with a wry smile: "You really treat entering the first level as drinking water. Grandpa said that it is no longer within human power to break through the realm and enter the mysterious realm."
Zhang Ling chuckled and said: "Aren't you a genius? Breaking through the realm is just drinking water."
Song Linjie ignored his teasing and asked, "What about you? What have you gained in the past few months?"
As soon as Zhang Lingfei's needle came out, it flashed past Song Linjie's eyes, but he still shook his head and said: "If it's just one, I can control it freely, but if I use it for two purposes, I won't have enough mental strength."
Song Linjie asked in confusion: "Do you have to practice the art of controlling objects so early? When you reach the realm in the future, won't this kind of thing happen naturally?"
Now it was Zhang Ling's turn to smile bitterly in his heart. Do you really think that everyone is like him, a perverted martial arts idiot? Do they really not have the bottlenecks they should have?
Zhang Ling suddenly showed his face, picked up the branch on the table that was used for sword practice, and slashed it at the ginkgo tree in the courtyard. A burst of sword energy slashed out, leaving a faint mark on the tree.
As a result, Song Linjie showed a disdainful expression: "That's it? I was able to slash the sword when I first entered the rank."
Zhang Ling didn't pay attention to his genius ridicule. He looked at the ginkgo tree and thought deeply for a long time. He suddenly remembered something he had promised others for a long time. Zhang Ling was selfish, but when he was serious, he always had to complete what he promised others. I still miss Platycodon.
Zhang Ling turned to Song Linjie coldly and said, "Come with me to kill someone tomorrow night."
Song Linjie was stunned for a moment, then nodded deeply.
