After an unknown amount of time, Long Yu heard Fang Lanmeng's voice in a daze: "Young Master, it's time to wake up."
Long Yu slowly opened his eyes and kept repeating: "Seeds, seeds..."
"Well, the young master is indeed qualified to get the sword. Not a drop of blood is missing. The seeds of the three branches have taken root and sprouted, and what they should have grown." Fang Lanmeng said.
Hearing this, Long Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Senior, you said that I will wait for the one to become stronger after planting it."
"Young master, why don't you see how your realm is?" Fang Lanmeng's voice sounded as he drank.
Long Yu hurriedly circulated his spiritual power, checked his Dantian internally, and immediately beamed with joy: "The ninth level of Qi training is actually the ninth level of Qi training. Thank you, senior! It took me three years to practice Qi level two, but after meeting you, I improved in just one month. We’ve reached the ninth level of Qi training.”
"You don't need to thank me. The training you have given me in the past three years, young master, is comparable to what you have done in this month. The balance of all things, the rotation of yin and yang, and if you put in something, you will naturally get something." Fang Lanmeng did not think so. Not surprised at all.
Long Yu wanted to struggle up, but found that his whole body was sore and weak.
Fang Lanmeng noticed that Long Yu was unable to get up and said: "Young master, you have lost too much blood. At this time, wait for new blood to penetrate the body, and the meridians will return to stability, and you will naturally gain strength."
Only then did Long Yu remember the last time he irrigated the seeds.
Fang Lanmeng had just seen that one month was due, and he thought that Long Yu had not completed the task. The talisman contained a ray of Fang Lanmeng's soul.
He originally came out with murderous intentions, but when he saw the blood spurting from the artery in Long Yu's wrist and lying in a pool of blood, Fang Lanmeng began to have a sense of certainty about the young man in front of him for the first time.
Three seeds also grew out, and a trace of Fang Lanmeng's soul used the talisman to pull Long Yu and the three seeds into the space again.
Long Yu's life hangs on a thread. If it weren't for Fang Lanmeng's help, he might have died long ago.
During Fang Lanmeng's treatment, Long Yu's Dantian absorbed the extremely rich spiritual energy in the space, and naturally broke through to the ninth level of the Qi training stage.
But Long Yu didn't know this.
After a cup of tea, Long Yu had the strength to sit up.
At this moment, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared in front of Long Yu.
"You, where did you come from?" Long Yu was startled by the sudden appearance of the middle-aged man.
"Then, this is what you deserve for planting black and white seeds." The middle-aged man did not answer. After one sentence, a little light emitted from his fingertips and instantly disappeared into Long Yu's eyebrow star.
Long Yu hurriedly wanted to touch his forehead, but with two swords in his hands, he couldn't free his hands.
A memory appears in the sea of consciousness: "Yin Yang Divine Code".
"Young master, this is what you need to learn in the future. If you want to become stronger after entering this room, it's best to listen to what we say." The middle-aged man smiled slightly.
The same restriction was triggered before Long Yu could react.
"And this, you got it from the second seed, so you don't need to thank me." A middle-aged woman also suddenly appeared, and with a click of her fingertips, the two of them disappeared.
"Afterimage Jue..." Another restriction.
Long Yu was stunned on the spot, and murmured for a long time: "What, what does this mean?"
"We want to learn something that can make you stronger, but we have no way." Fang Lanmeng replied.
"Thank you, senior!" Long Yu couldn't find any words to express his inner gratitude.
"I said, we don't need to lie to you, young master." Fang Lanmeng had a rare smile, "And haven't you noticed that the aura of the space here is far greater than the outside world? Don't you want to try the feeling of building a foundation?"
As soon as he said this, Long Yu felt a trance in front of his eyes, and the scene around him changed.
He looked up again, and in front of him was an amethyst-colored door that was nearly a hundred feet high.
"Go in, and after building the foundation, you will understand that we just want you to become stronger." Fang Lanmeng pushed Long Yu.
The hundred-foot door opened automatically, and Long Yu was pushed in.
Entering it, Long Yu stabilized his figure.
The scenery here is completely different from that of the stone chamber. Light cyan is the main color, and the seven colors of the rainbow are dotted in several corners. There is a Dharma platform and a futon dozens of steps away.
Come closer...
There is a human-shaped Dharma statue on the Dharma platform.
No matter how close...
No matter how hard Long Yu concentrated, he couldn't see clearly the appearance of the Dharma.
Long Yu couldn't help but sit cross-legged on the futon, and an incense burner appeared on the side of the Dharma.
A faint fragrance emanated, and this smell guided Long Yu to start trying to build a foundation.
The so-called foundation building is to guide the spiritual power accumulated in the body into the gas-like Dantian, turning the Dantian into a liquid state, thereby nourishing the spiritual consciousness and increasing longevity.
Not only can it live without food, but it can also fly with objects for a long time.
Once this foundation building is successful, it will be the foundation building period; if it fails, it will only lose a little spiritual energy.
Under the guidance of the aroma, traces of spiritual power in Long Yu's body began to flow into his Dantian. It was taboo to be distracted during this process. Many monks failed due to a slight distraction.
But with the help of the aroma, Long Yu's soul was concentrated to an unprecedented high degree, one trace, twenty traces...
One hundred silks... two hundred silks...
Finally, all the spiritual energy was absorbed into the Dantian, and the gaseous Dantian began to transform into a liquid state.
After about a cup of tea, Long Yu opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air.
Success!
But this fragrance immediately turned the momentary surprise into calm.
Long Yu looked at the incense burner in surprise: "What a magical thing. If it weren't for this thing, it would be difficult for me to succeed."
Dozens of failures in the early days of Qi training are still vivid in my mind.
And today...
Long Yu looked at the sword in his hand and whispered: "It seems that the seniors really want me to become stronger. But, why?"
There is no clue...it is useless no matter how calm the mind is.
Long Yu saluted the Dharma Minister, turned around, and pushed out the door along the way he came.
But Long Yu didn't notice that the dust on the previous Dharma had disappeared...
"I think it will definitely succeed." Fang Lanmeng sat on the floor of the stone room, the sword in his hand turned into a pot of wine.
"Yes." Long Yu nodded. When he thought about the success of foundation building, he burst out with joy. He looked at Fang Lanmeng again, with excitement in his eyes: "Thank you."
"I told you, my name is Fang Lanmeng." Fang Lanmeng picked up the wine bottle, raised his head and took a sip. He looked at Long Yu again without wiping off the wine drops on his beard.
"One more thing, you are his young master, but I will not admit that you are qualified to be my young master until you defeat me."
Fang Lanmeng seemed drunk. With a wave of his hand, the wine bottle flew out and smashed into pieces on the ground.
"Thankfully you planted the seed, otherwise we would have ended up like that." Fang Lanmeng pointed to the side of the stone chamber, waved the sleeves of his Taoist robe, and disappeared.
Long Yu slowly stood up and looked at where Fang Lanmeng was pointing. A headless, bloody corpse was hanging on the wall.
Long Yu, who was originally full of excitement, immediately collapsed on the ground in fear when he saw the sudden body covered with blood, trembling all over.
Even though his legs were weak, he still held the sword in his hand tightly.
And in another place...
"Mr. Fang, why are you pretending to be drunk?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile, although he had already guessed 80% to 90% of the answer.
"That boy has taken a fancy to my sword. I think he looks like a stupid young man, and he is so obsessed with swords. I really want to take it..." Fang Lanmeng was uncharacteristically at this time, stroking his beard and said, "Fortunately I’m so smart!”
After hearing this, the middle-aged man and middle-aged woman laughed.
"You are so scheming that you don't keep your words! You obviously lost the bet, so you didn't give me the sword, and you deliberately used the corpse to scare people." The middle-aged man laughed.
Fang Lan dreamed of retorting, but found that he was indeed in the wrong: "Let's discuss this matter again. Xuan, you go teach him, I will hide for a while."
"Hahaha, two bottles of wine, why don't you go alone." The middle-aged man wanted to laugh when he thought of Lan Meng's pretending to be drunk just now.
"No."
"Ouch, I have a headache, Ouch, I can't teach you anymore..." After hearing Fang Lanmeng's words, the middle-aged man immediately fell to the ground, looking like he was in unbearable pain.
Fang Lanmeng: "..."
The middle-aged man looked up at Fang Lanmeng and found that the other party had no intention of giving him a drink. He immediately showed a painful expression: "Ouch, it hurts so much, it hurts so much, I can't teach it, I can't teach it!"
"Just one pot."
"Mr. Fang is so generous, I'll go right now!" The middle-aged man stood up when he heard this and flashed in front of Long Yu.
"Young man, do you long for power?" The middle-aged man stood in front of Long Yu.
Long Yu thought for a moment that the corpse was alive. He was so frightened that he moved back a few times. When he took a closer look, he saw a handsome middle-aged man with hair.
Long Yu opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't for a moment.
"Oh? How can a swordsman be afraid of dead people? That's fine." The middle-aged man waved his hand and the body disappeared.
Seeing the corpse disappear, Long Yu gasped for air, and it took a long time to recover.
"You, who are you? Where is Senior Fang?" Long Yu sat on the ground, his legs still a little weak.
"Xuan Ziyuan, I will help the young master better master the power of the law in the future!" Xuan Ziyuan pointed his thumb at himself, "Just call me Xuan Zhenshuai."
"Law...Law?" Long Yu asked looking at Xuan Ziyuan who looked like an uncle but looked nothing like a middle-aged man.
"Laws are also called Tao. In the ancient galaxy, every Tao corresponds to the origin. The origin cannot be captured, but it can be reflected in the real thing, and you can use this to understand the laws."
Xuan Ziyuan raised his eyebrows and continued: "Law is a big concept. It can be divided into big law and small law. The big law can also be called the great way, and the small law is..." Xuan Ziyuan snapped his fingers, Point to Long Yu.
"Trail?" Long Yu replied.
"Not bad." Xuan Ziyuan took back his hand, "The power is natural..." Xuan Ziyuan turned around, snapped his fingers again, and pointed at Long Yu.
"no the same?"
"Smart." Xuan Ziyuan continued: "The law can be dissolved in the method, action, drinking... etc., except the drinking."
"Is there only a difference in power between big and small laws?" Long Yu was amused by Xuan Ziyuan who explained the laws in this way.
"Hahaha, good question, young master. The big road refers to the non-physical way, and the small road refers to the physical way. Don't go into details about these, just listen to me explain it to you, young master." Xuan Ziyuan snapped his fingers again, this time pointing upward.
"This Dao can be divided into a certain large area. In your world now, there is only the human-level Dao, with a total of ten levels."
"Tenth floor?" Long Yu was already sitting cross-legged, fascinated by what he heard.
“To have the Tao, one must understand it. In order to better explain the level of enlightenment, there is a theory of ten levels of division.
First condense the imprint related to the path you have understood, and then you will become more sensitive to this path.
A high road can resonate with the origin, but a small road cannot;
The third level of law can be externalized and condensed into a domain. "
"Field?" Long Yu had never heard anyone tell him this.
"Yes, the domains are different in size and power based on their own control of the laws. The small paths are less powerful, but the big roads..."
"It's very powerful. I'm listening carefully." Long Yu felt strange when he saw Xuan Ziyuan pointing to himself.
“In your own field, you will be improved in all aspects, while your enemies will be suppressed.
Fighting in the same level field, fighting against each other and attrition.
But if the levels are different, for example, the enemy is on the seventh level and the young master is on the fifth level, then..."
Long Yu blinked and didn't know how to answer: "Death?"
"..." Xuan Ziyuan was silent for a moment after hearing this, "If the gap is small, domain suppression will occur, and if the gap is large, the level will dissipate.
Of course, in the final analysis, domain confrontation consumes soul and spiritual power. If the two are sufficient and far exceed the opponent, you can also fight against high-level domains.
but……"
"But what?" Long Yu sat upright and listened carefully to Xuan Ziyuan's story.
"However, the higher the level, the less you can comprehend, and each level will increase with the level, and the difficulty of understanding will increase exponentially. In your world, the seventh-level Dao is already considered a strong person in terms of enlightenment, but At least you can see it in some big stores;
But it is difficult for hundreds of thousands of people to find one of these eight floors. It is already a miracle that it can be found;
There may only be a few on the ninth level every ten thousand years, and the number is about the same as the number of sword-wielding monks in your world;
As for this tenth level, how many years have passed in this world of yours, and I haven’t heard of any of them.”
"What happens after that?" Long Yu could tell that there should be something else behind this man's steps.
"Ah, this...ah...you will know it when you have the strength." Xuan Ziyuan looked at Long Yu, only to find that Long Yu was staring at the sword in his hand in a daze.
"Young Master, what's wrong with you? Didn't I tell you well?" Xuan Ziyuan was stunned. He didn't believe that anyone could not understand what he said.
"Senior Xuan, isn't the sword strong?" Long Yu asked, and his heart trembled.
"Which man told you that? Those guys should really be beaten to relieve the hatred in my heart!" Xuan Ziyuan pretended to be angry.
"Everyone in our sect, from the headmaster to the handyman disciples, believe that the stick should be the strongest magical weapon, and support us in choosing the stick as the main magical weapon." There was a confused look in Long Yu's eyes.
"Who says the sword is not strong?"
As he spoke, Xuan Ziyuan took a few steps back, waved his Taoist robe, and there was already a sword in his hand.
"Young Master, among all the ways in the world, you are the only one who respects the sword. You should take good care of it today!"
