If we say that the transformation from "Hunyuan Qi" to "Seven Mysterious Sword Qi" is a change in the mana structure.
Similar to graphite and diamond, although they are both carbon elements, their atomic arrangements are different, resulting in huge differences in performance properties.
Then, entraining air to break through the realm and build the foundation is the compression and expansion of the mana vortex, which is similar to the process of expansion and contraction.
The end result is that you will get purer mana, a broader space of consciousness, a purer spiritual power, and the washing and flushing of the entire body, so that you will have almost the healthiest body, and your life span will reach the limit of a mortal, one hundred and fifty. age.
Please note that health and strength are actually two different concepts, just like being strong does not mean a long life.
Of course, this drastic process of change is also dangerous.
Monk building a foundation is equivalent to rock climbing on a cliff. If you don't advance, you will retreat. There is basically no second chance.
In other words, when Mo Chengjun ignited the mana vortex in his body and the invisible flame burned throughout the sea of consciousness, he had no way out.
But does he need a retreat?
There are always some things in life that are worth fighting for!
…
At night, the waning moon hangs high.
On the mountain behind Zangfa Tower, in the courtyard of Ba Mansion.
I don’t know since when, Balinger also followed Mo Chengjun’s example and transplanted a big tree in the courtyard.
There is a coffee table and a lounge chair placed under the tree, and I lie on it from time to time.
Or enjoy the afternoon sun and fall asleep.
Or at night, watch the stars and the river shine.
However, today, Baling'er seemed a little abnormal. Sometimes he was pacing back and forth in the courtyard, sometimes he was sitting on a recliner and drinking a sip of tea, sometimes he was looking into the distance, sometimes he wanted to go out, but stopped at the door.
The whole person seemed to be immersed in some kind of anxiety and couldn't calm down.
This is a rare situation for a foundation-building sword cultivator.
Tap tap tap!
There was the sound of slight footsteps. He turned around and saw his wife walking slowly.
Time seems to have not left many traces on her body, but her figure has become more plump, and she has completed the transformation from a young girl to a young woman.
Baling'er asked: "Is Rui'er asleep?"
Zhao Rulan walked briskly, walked closer, and said softly: "Already asleep!"
After a pause, she seemed to want to speak again, but when the words came to her lips, she hesitated slightly, but then swallowed them.
However, Baling'er was so keen. He turned his head slightly, looked at his wife, and said, "Rulan, do you seem to have something to say?"
Zhao Rulan: "Nothing!"
Baling'er waved his hand and said: "Actually, yes, I also know what you think, although Brother Mo can be regarded as the matchmaker between you and me.
But you always feel that I think too highly of him and it’s completely unnecessary.
You don’t believe that this brother of mine can break through the forty limit and achieve foundation building?
Yes and no? "
After all, the person who understands you is your pillow, and Baling'er and Zhao Rulan do fall in love and know each other.
Zhao Rulan had never mentioned this matter, but Balinger had already felt it.
Similarly, Baling'er had never explained before, and Zhao Rulan had never asked.
However, today, Baling'er always wanted to say something: "I know that there are many people in the Zangfa Building who think he is a lucky man, and they often say bad things about him behind his back.
I also know that you have some objections to me asking Rui'er to recognize him as my godfather.
I have to admit that when I first interacted with him, I was somewhat utilitarian and somewhat inquisitive.
But the more exposure I have and the deeper my understanding, the more I feel.
This brother of mine is by no means an idle person!
He just doesn't care about the eyes of the world or the opinions of others. He only lives in his own world and regards the ups and downs of the outside world, power, fame and wealth as nothing.
But if that's just the case, and you think he's easy to bully, you're wrong.
That is a sleeping real dragon. Anyone who provokes him will have to bear his wrath. "
Zhao Rulan was also a little stunned. She had never thought that Baling'er had such a high opinion of Mo Chengjun.
Even though Baling'er said it so seriously, she still said in disbelief: "You and I know the same Mo Chengjun?"
Balinger smiled, and suddenly tilted his head and said: "Let's put it this way, if one day I go on a mission and fail to come back, don't go to those friends who are my brothers, let alone those teachers. Uncle and uncle.
Find him immediately. "
"Is it useful to look for him?"
“Don’t worry, if I’m still alive at that time, he will definitely bring me back.
If I die, then he..."
Speaking of this, something seemed to flash across Baling'er's eyes.
That was a day many years ago. At that time, Mo Chengjun was just an outer disciple who had just entered the Zangfa Tower.
That day, they found a barren mountain, and when the other party waved his hand, countless fire crows descended from the sky and toppled the earth five hundred meters away.
At that time, he was able to draw Qi to the third level.
Somehow, Zhao Rulan asked, "Then what will he do?"
Baling'er gave her a strange look: "Many people will die, and many more will be buried with me!"
Zhao Rulan also reacted, and she quickly said: "Bah, bah, bah, what nonsense are you talking about!
No matter what, I was so confused by you. "
While saying that, Zhao Rulan grabbed Baling'er's ears and said, "What? Do you really want to leave us two behind?"
Baling'er hurriedly bent down: "This is too much to say. How can I let you go, and how can I let go of my lovely Rui'er."
The fussing diluted the previous tense atmosphere.
…
At this time, the peak of the four seasons is reached.
Fairy Ruoli walked into the bamboo house again and saw her master sitting behind a round table with his eyes slightly closed and a flying sword lying across his knees.
There are two new cups of tea on the round table, and the fragrance of tea permeates the surroundings.
"Coming?" The Four Seasons Sword Master did not open his eyes, but said lightly:
"Yes, teacher."
The female sword master asked again: "Has he started to retreat and break through?"
"right!"
The female sword master seemed a little strange. She opened her eyes, looked at her apprentice, and asked, "You seem a little unhappy?"
"No, it's nothing." Fairy Ruoli immediately retorted:
"I know. Before he broke through, he found many people. Basically, he met everyone who was familiar with him.
The only one who didn't come to you? "The female sword master said with a half-smile:
Fairy Ruoli was as cold as ever: "Do I need it?"
"It doesn't seem necessary, but you're just not happy."
"I'm not unhappy!"
"Your unhappiness is written all over your face?"
"I'm wearing a veil? Can you see it?"
The Four Seasons Sword Master shook his head and said with a slight smile: "Okay, okay, let's not talk about this anymore.
That boy is indeed a genius. Regardless of other things, at this speed of cultivation, which is only six or seven years, it is very good that he can reach the twelfth level of Qi Entrainment.
We wish him success in building the foundation! "
"Haha, success or failure, what does it have to do with me?"
"You, you!" The Four Seasons Sword Master also shook his head and was speechless:
…
Night, Yunjian City, Tea Tree Alley, inside a private school.
The old master is still so old, so shaky, as if he is asleep and will not wake up the next day.
But he's been like this for many, many years.
At this time, he was sitting on a recliner in the sandalwood-filled bookstore, flipping through a book.
The books were very new and did not match the antiquity of the room, but the old man read them with relish, as if he was tasting some unparalleled delicacy.
"The secret of blood transfusion lies in marrow cleansing!"
"This theory is somewhat interesting. It actually does not focus on blood, but on the organs that produce blood.
Bone marrow, bone marrow, marrow grows, then blood becomes new! "
"It's such a simple truth, Madman Ning has trapped you for your whole life, and you still don't understand it until you die.
Haha, it turns out that you, too, are mentally retarded! "
"Qi, the bioelectricity in the human body?"
"Bioelectricity? Bioelectricity! What a stupid name for this? It's not poetic at all, let alone that you've studied it with me for so long."
"However, this theory is really interesting. Is the tiny lightning in the human body actually what is commonly called 'qi'?"
"Is there any basis for this? Or is it just a wild guess?"
In any case, when the old man turned the last page and closed the book, the four big characters revealed on the cover were exactly - "Secret Book of Hope".
Caressing the book, the old master's old eyes showed a little wonder, a little emotion, and a little relief.
"Madman, Madman Ning, I didn't give your secret book to the wrong person.
I will also see with my own eyes the goals you have never achieved.
Look, as you said, everything is moving forward. Everything that was once impossible is now possible. "
"The so-called miracle is just waiting for the person who creates it."
"It's just a pity that you can't see it anymore, you can't see it anymore!"
…
Mo's courtyard is a place of solitary confinement.
A flame burned outside Mo Chengjun's body. It was not a real flame, but it expanded outward like a flame, from the inside out, until it overflowed the entire chamber and then suddenly shrank into his body.
At this moment, under the influence of invisible force, Mo Chengjun floated up.
He was hanging in mid-air, and waves of magical power bloomed outward.
At this moment, Mo Chengjun's whole body seemed to be transparent, with light starting from him and spreading outward in an endless stream.
At this moment, he seemed to be unable to restrain himself and suddenly let out a shocking roar.
The sharply penetrating sound could not even be blocked by the forbidden area, spreading outwards continuously until several miles away, causing countless birds and beasts to fly around in shock, and the monks stopped in their tracks.
After drinking a lot of tea, Mo Chengjun suppressed this inexplicable impulse. He opened his eyes, stood still, and exhaled slowly.
This was really just a very random action, but his breath directly condensed into an air arrow, which penetrated the wall more than ten meters away.
A little bit of sunlight shines through the hole.
Mo Chengjun walked to the door of the room, opened it, and let the sunlight shine on his face, feeling that he had welcomed a new life.
At this point, the foundation is established, success!
At this point, the sky is high enough for birds to fly, and the sea is wide enough for fish to jump!
