"Of course it's different!" Hong Rui responded coldly, "The low-altitude environment is very simple, but the high-altitude environment is very complex. There are often various vortices, strong winds, and even the pressure of certain laws. With your With the current flying capabilities, it is very likely that the aircraft will lose control at high altitudes or even crash."
"Huh? So weird?" Xiao Dizi asked in confusion, "It seems that I have indeed simplified things, thanks to the great god for the advice!"
After saying this, he quickly suppressed all his pride and continued to practice flying honestly until he could fly skillfully at a low altitude of three hundred feet.
Next, he tried flying at an altitude of more than 300 feet. As expected, he felt that the airflow there was very unstable and it was difficult to control his body posture. On several occasions, he was even knocked upside down by the turbulent airflow and turned over in the air. Quite a few somersaults. After hundreds of attempts, he finally mastered some rules, but his flight was still not smooth.
Only then did he realize that with his current level of cultivation, he did not have the ability to fly smoothly in high altitudes. Flying seems simple, but it is difficult to do.
Therefore, he decisively gave up further attempts to fly and began to think about how to transform the butterfly's hand into a stick technique.
After thinking for a long time, he integrated the butterfly-piercing flower hand technique with some techniques from Hunyuan Yi Qigong, trying to form a coherent set of stick techniques, and tested its feasibility while slowly dancing the flower stick.
There is no regular formula for the method, especially the elementary stick method like the one he created now. There is no fixed routine, as long as he thinks it is suitable. After more than an hour of trying, he finally determined the basic routine of the stick technique, and immediately started to use it, swinging the flower stick into a whirring sound.
Because he was too serious and too forceful, after performing it several times in a row, he was out of breath and covered in sweat, so he rested the flower stick on the ground.
Hongrui sensed his situation and said: "Boy, if you use the stick like this, you will tire yourself to death sooner or later!"
Xiao Jizi responded: "Master, I have just created a set of stick techniques, why don't I practice them carefully? I am not very proficient yet, so I feel very tired after using it a few times. Once I become proficient, I may not be tired anymore."
"Haha!" Hong Rui sneered, "If you keep using the stick like this, you will get tired at any time. Not only will you not be able to destroy the demons, but you will be tired. The key to a warrior using various weapons is to use Qi to resist force, and It’s not about exerting force or brute force. It’s common for high-end warriors to fight for ten days and a half. If they were all like you, wouldn’t they all have to die from exhaustion?”
Xiao Mizi used his brains to create a set of stick techniques. He was just getting excited and thought he had succeeded. At this moment, Hongrui Duotou poured a ladle of cold water on him. His heart suddenly sank, and his frivolity and impetuousness disappeared. After thinking about it carefully, I think Hong Rui's words do make sense. When facing the big demon in the future, if he blindly exerts his strength, he will definitely not be able to hold on for long.
So, he humbly asked Hong Rui for advice on how to use Qi to control force.
Hongrui said: "Boy, I have actually taught you the relevant methods. The problem is that you are not good at thinking and fail to apply them by analogy. You only need to regard your body and the weapons in your hands as one, and use what you have already mastered. Add breathing and luck methods to it, and you can perform it easily. At that time, the flower stick in your hand will feel as light as a feather to you, but your opponent will feel as heavy as a mountain. The flower stick driven by Gein's tamping force The striking force produced by the stick is limited to the strength you apply to it, while the flower stick driven by Qi Jin will have its own aura, causing huge pressure on the opponent."
"Ah, I understand!" Xiao Dizi smiled when he heard this, "Great God, your words are like enlightenment and enlightenment to me. I will definitely understand it seriously!"
After saying that, he immediately sat on the grass by the stream, closed his eyes and began to think.
He was a former scholar and had been cleansed twice. He was not stupid. It was not difficult for him to draw inferences from one example. What was difficult was not finding the right direction. Now that Hong Rui has given him the direction, the next thing will be relatively simple.
After the meal, he stood up suddenly and waved the flower stick again.
After using it several times, he felt that the effect of using Qi to control power was still not obvious, so he sat down and thought again.
After thinking and practicing again and again, after a few hours, I finally achieved a more ideal effect.
In the excitement, he performed from the ground to the sky, and then from the sky to the ground. Such ups and downs made the birds in the mountains scream in panic and flee in all directions.
"Man, I'm sorry I scared you!"
Looking at the birds flying away, Xiao Dizi couldn't help but feel a little sorry.
He kept practicing his stick skills, and before he knew it, it was getting dark and his stomach began to growl.
Although he had the ability to live without grains, he had not eaten for several months, and he was also flying and practicing sticks, so he felt hungry.
He took out some dry and hard food given to him by people on the lakeside from his cloth bag, and jumped up and down to pick some wild fruits and ate them, just to satisfy his hunger.
There were no ready-made houses in the valley, although there might be some caves. However, he was worried about the nuisance of poisonous insects and beasts, so he ran to the branches of a towering tree and prepared to spend the night there.
Sitting on a tree branch, he was still thinking about stick skills and thought that he should give it a name. So far, he doesn't know many techniques, but after all, they all have names. Now, he has created a stick method of his own, and it should also have a name. If the name is not correct, then the words will not be correct!
This stick method was modified from the flower-piercing butterfly hand, so it was decided to be called the flower-piercing stick method.
It's a pity that this flower stick is too short. If it grows longer, it may look better when used, and it may be more efficient when facing the enemy.
Just as he was thinking this, he heard the sound of the flower stick sticking out, which was a foot long. When the flower stick stretched, it made the leaves rustle.
This sudden change made him shocked.
Ah, this seemingly ordinary flower stick turns out to be a wish-fulfilling stick. It can be as short as you want, or as long as you want! If this is the case, wouldn't it be possible to hit the opponent from a long distance?
Thinking of this, he hurriedly jumped down from the tree branch. First, he held the flower stick and carefully measured it for a while, and then silently meditated on the length of the flower stick. It didn't work very well at first. After drinking tea, he finally found some patterns. The stick began to grow longer or shorter according to his wishes, and at its longest it reached about five feet.
After returning the flower stick to its original length, he stared at the flower stick with joy and said: "Hua stick, flower stick, you will only grow longer now, not thicker. It is already very magical. If you can do it again, The thicker it becomes, the more magical it becomes. I wonder if you have such magical powers."
When he said this, he sincerely hoped that the flower stick would become thicker as he said it, but he failed to do so. The flower stick remained as thick as before.
"Oh, forget it, people's hearts are not as good as snakes swallowing elephants. You are good enough, I can't expect you to get thicker."
After muttering to himself, Xiao Dizi put away the flower stick, ran to the branch of the tree again, and closed his eyes to rest.
He thought that early tomorrow morning, he would carry a flower stick and search for those ferocious beasts in the mountains, hunt down ten or eight of them, take them home, skin them, eat their meat, and live a good year.
It was already the twelfth lunar month of winter, and he was still wearing single clothes, but he didn't feel cold at all. However, what he was thinking about was that walking around in single clothes in this season would look a bit weird to others. If he made a winter coat from the skin of a wild beast, people wouldn't say anything.
It would be better if he could give his mother and sister Xiaohua some animal skin clothes, so they wouldn't shiver with cold in the winter.
Thinking about it, he fell asleep unconsciously.
After an unknown amount of time, he was awakened by the chirping of the bird. When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was already dawn.
