Wang Mo enjoyed the pleasure brought to him by his soul power, which was simply more enjoyable than the four major happy events in life. My body gradually became stronger and I regained my old self-confidence. The soul power allowed his body to move gradually, and he was finally able to sit up and look at the yard.
"One hundred thousand soul power..." Wang Mo could clearly feel the strength of his body's soul power. Although it was only at the level of one hundred thousand, no matter how small a mosquito was, it was still flesh. He stood up with a smile and walked towards the hut, ready to go in and see the mysterious old man. Suddenly he seemed to feel something strange, and he stood there shaking his body back and forth.
"Why can't I stop absorbing soul power?" Wang Mo couldn't stop absorbing it on his own, like a balloon that was forced to inflate. If he keeps absorbing soul power like this, he will probably explode and die soon. Thinking of this, Wang Mo's previous joy disappeared and he began to try to stop absorbing soul power.
"It's already two hundred thousand, is he a monster? He's still fine!" The old man saw Wang Mo clearly, and was extremely shocked and surprised at the same time. "A hunter whose soul power has been shattered can no longer have a soul." Power, but this guy did it. And he absorbed hundreds of thousands of soul power at one time, which is equivalent to running a marathon after recovering from a serious illness. The key is that he did it."
Wang Mo didn't feel the old man's surprise, now he only had a sense of fear and fear. The soul power has been replenished to 300,000, and all parts of the body have turned into balloons. If it is slightly hit by an external force, it will immediately complete the mission of a bomb and explode on the spot!
After his physical efforts failed, Wang Mo calmed down again and entered meditation. The picture in his mind appeared again, and indeed countless soul powers poured in crazily. He began to sense the state of the body in the picture, and tried to close the connection between the body and the outside world, so as to interrupt the crazy influx of soul power.
"Learn to control the movement of soul power in the body, complete full control of the body, and try to close the connection between the body and the outside world..." Wang Mo's mind became clearer in the panic, and he tried one by one according to his ideas.
The first step is the most difficult. It requires controlling hundreds of thousands of soul powers throughout the body. The direction of each one must be clear, which is similar to controlling an army of hundreds of thousands. Then regain control of the body, and every part of it can be mobilized very accurately. The last step is the coordination of the first two steps, trying to close the body to absorb soul power, or absorb soul power in a controlled manner.
But when he finished all this, his body's soul power had already reached half a million. Wang Mo's body completely turned into a balloon, almost transparent. The passing of a leaf can make him disappear into ashes.
"Hey, let's help him. It's a pity to waste a seedling!" The old man stood up and took a step to Wang Mo outside the hospital. As soon as he raised his right hand, Wang Mo's body changed.
Wang Mo successfully controlled the absorption of soul power, and his body was quickly absorbing half a million soul power. The body returned to its original shape at a speed visible to the naked eye, and three hours later he became the strong man again. Jump up from the ground and move your body, feeling like everything is back under control.
"Thank you, old man, for saving my life." Wang Mo bowed to the ground facing the old man, and then began to ask curiously, "Who are you? Why do you know my identity as an outsider? Here and that..."
"Young people have so many questions. I can only answer one question. Which one should I choose?" The old man thought, holding his chin in his hands. Wang Mo, who was in a hurry, suddenly thought about it and said directly, "The old man is Sima Wei." , some people also call me Mr. Shui Jing, you must have heard of it, right?"
"Mr. Shui Jing?" Wang Mo searched through the limited historical knowledge in his brain, and a mysterious string of unofficial information appeared, "Mr. Shui Jing recommended Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Chick to Liu Bei, and the legend of these two people is that he It is said that he had eight disciples in total, namely Yuan Fang, Xun Yu, Jia Xu, Guo Jia, Zhou Yu, Pang Tong, and Zhuge Liang. The eighth disciple is just a legend and his identity has not been clearly stated."
"The Three Kingdoms period was your family affair. Almost all famous counselors were your students..." Wang Mo looked at Sima Wei with gleaming eyes and had the urge to go up and kiss him. At this point, there are more puzzles in his mind. What is the fog of war? Why can a fake Sima Wei in the projection know so many things.
"That's all lies. In fact, I don't have that many students..." Sima Wei's words frightened Wang Mo. The old man looked at Wang Mo while stroking his beard, "Every time you complete a training, I can give you I want to know the answer. After completing all five tasks, you will be able to leave here."
"Has the first mission been completed? What is the second mission?" Wang Mo stared longingly and looked at Sima Wei in front of him. Although he had many questions, he was even more eager to leave here. After all, he did not belong to here.
"Is the sword a dead thing or a living thing? Is the weapon alive? Your second task is this. Come to me after you think about it clearly. Remember not to talk nonsense, but to have methods and means to prove it." Sima Wei said Wan walked into the house and gave the final strict order, "You can walk around here as you like, but don't enter my house, and don't enter the sealed cave."
"Yes!" Wang Mo agreed respectfully and watched Sima Wei enter the room. He pulled out the only remaining formation sword, but he was thinking about things outside, "I wonder how the Twin Cities are doing? How is the world of the Battle of Chibi? After all, a year has passed."
Wang Mo did not rush to find the answer, but strolled out of the small courtyard. Outside there is a peach forest full of flowers and a clear stream where fish can be seen swimming. You can see a beautiful scenery wherever you go. This scenery is all natural scenery, definitely not the artificial kind.
"Is this it?" I saw a dark cave outside, closed by a red painted door, with a long sword hanging on it, which looked very mysterious. Although Wang Mo wanted to know the answer very much, he still followed Sima Wei's warning and left after a few glances.
Wang Mo wandered around in the forest and took note of a few key scenes. After walking all possible paths, I found that those scenery appeared again. There is no exit or entrance at all, it is just a circular maze. We can only keep going in circles, and it is impossible to get out from here.
"There's nothing left to think about. Let's see how to understand the second question." Wang Mo sat cross-legged on a bluestone mountain by the river, watching the fish jumping happily in the water. Putting the ancient formation sword on his lap, he thought about the question asked by someone, "Is the sword a dead thing or a living thing? Is the weapon alive?"
Wang Mo naturally thought, "Swords and weapons are made of materials. They are synthetic metal products at most. How can they be alive?"
Touching the sword body, the soul power flows through every part of the sword body delicately with the hand. But the answer Wang Mo got was metal, just an ordinary long sword. The sword would not respond to him, nor would his heart beat. But if you give this answer to Sima Wei, it will probably be wrong. Is the sword really alive? Where do their lives come from?
"Buzz!" The clueless Wang Mo's soul-infused sword began to dance casually by the river. He doesn't know any set of swordsmanship at all, he only knows extremely fast killing techniques. So the dance is not pretty, on the contrary it looks a bit clumsy. He did this not for practice, but to experience it in a different way.
But after the dance ended, Wang Mo still gained nothing. He inserted the sword into the ground angrily and watched the hilt vibrate. The frustration and anger caused by having no clue made him want to destroy the sword in front of him. This is like the reason why the more useless a person is, the bigger his temper may be. These people simply cannot control themselves and everything around them.
"Then let's use a more advanced method. I am a powerful person who can draw inferences from one instance to other cases..." Wang Mo took a deep breath and praised himself shamelessly. Then he closed his eyes and began to dance the sword in his hand based on his feeling. At the same time, the picture in his mind was also moving, and the movements were exactly the same as those outside.
It would be wrong to think that Wang Mo was dancing the sword outside and followed it in his mind. Wang Mo uses his mind as the driving force to mobilize various parts of his body to complete the sword dancing movements of his external body. The brain is like a control center, and the outside is a simple execution unit. It still seemed very clumsy at first, but after a while it became smooth and flowing, and it was out of control, and the sword dance never stopped.
"The outline of the inner world is too fast, unexpectedly fast. I hope I didn't make a mistake this time!" Sima Wei's eyes flashed in the room, and then he slowly closed his eyes.
Wang Mo seemed to have opened up a new world. Although he closed his eyes, he felt that everything around him was under control. Even the soul power swimming around is under control. The sword can use these soul powers while walking to deal heavy blows to the enemy. His knowledge of combat and perception increased to another level, as well as his knowledge of swords and weapons.
"The sword is alive. It can give you a timely response and allow you to connect with the sword, so that the battle can be under control." Wang Mo came to this conclusion in his heart, but the sword dance did not stop. The sword was still dancing in his mind and external body, and he was immersed in this wonderful feeling.
As the time of dancing together inside and outside grew longer, Wang Mo rejected the first answer and began to doubt whether the sword or weapon was alive. In order to find the correct answer, he danced with the sword for another three months.
The long sword thrust was accompanied by the sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring. Wang Mo's consciousness seemed to exist on the sword body. The sword was almost dancing on its own, without the need for Wang Mo's control. But suddenly the long sword came out of his hand and was firmly inserted on the bluestone, and the sword dance stopped.
"Buzz!" Wang Mo watched the sword vibrate in the Bluestone Mountain, and the communication between his thoughts ended, and the wonderful feeling disappeared.
"We have the answer, and it may be different from what we knew at first!" Wang Mo walked over in a down-to-earth manner, pulled out the long sword from the rock and returned it to the scabbard. He turned back to the small courtyard and said respectfully into the room, "I have got the answer to the second question. Please come out and see Mr. Sima Wei."
"Are the weapons alive?" Sima Wei walked out of the door and asked, stroking his white beard.
Wang Mo shook his head after hearing this and did not answer.
Sima Wei then asked, "That weapon is a dead thing."
Wang Mo shook his head again, but still didn't respond.
"It doesn't make sense. Weapons are neither living nor dead, so what on earth are they?" Sima immediately pulled his face down, and a strong wind suddenly rose in the small courtyard.
