After fifteen days, Mo Chengjun returned to his small courtyard again. Lying comfortably in the courtyard, enjoying the moonlight and fragrant tea, he couldn't help but hummed an old song from many years ago.
"I smiled proudly, and smiled proudly again, smiling at the immortality of the mortals..."
"I smile triumphantly, and smile triumphantly again, hoping for a lifetime of happiness..."
"I smiled proudly, and smiled proudly again..."
"Uh, what's next?"
"Why did you forget it again?!"
Well, Mo Chengjun had this idea since Yi Changsheng came to his door.
It is really difficult to master magical powers. Except for the person in front of me who has the foundation, it is impossible for anyone to succeed in practicing it in a short period of time.
And half a year?
That's too long!
Even half a month is too long for Mo Chengjun.
He really didn't want to get stuck in the research and development of the 'Nutrition Chamber'. It required too much professionalism and wasted too much time.
He still had so much to do.
Whether it is version 2.0 of "Huang Liang Yi Meng", or the study of magical powers of swordsmanship; or the long-stalled magic weapon microscope project, whether it is the eye of the spiritual spring that has been eaten away to the point where it can no longer be eaten, or even ghosts that have been sealed for a long time... …
Which one is not enough for him to study for a long time, and he has to stick to a 'nutritional warehouse'?
Do you think he is stupid?
The most important thing is that a perfect replacement has already come to your door. How can you not take advantage of it?
This is what Mo Chengjun said when he sent a letter to the female sword master's flying sword. Although the female sword master did not reply, she had shown her support with heartfelt actions.
This is enough!
Therefore, Mo Chengjun dumped the blame without any psychological burden.
…
After enjoying the perfect afternoon tea, Mo Chengjun was not in a hurry to start his own study and practice, but came to Xue Ling's room.
At this time, half a month had passed since Xue Ling entered the 'Dream Jianghu'.
Even in deep sleep, metabolism will be reduced to the lowest level. Even if a monk at the eleventh level of Qi training has a physical fitness that far exceeds that of ordinary people, sleeping for half a month is already the limit.
Up to now, Xue Ling still hasn't woken up, which means that his life is not finished yet, but looking at it now, he can't finish it.
This also verifies the importance of 'nutrition bin' from the side.
According to Mo Chengjun's deduction and judgment, with the strength of the soul in the Qi-entraining realm, a lifetime can only last for thirty days at most, and as long as this unborn 'nutrition warehouse' can allow people to hibernate for one month, that is enough.
Not talking nonsense, Mo Chengjun pointed out directly. There was not much movement, but when his fingertips touched the center of his eyebrows lightly, a wave of mana spread out, causing ripples in the air.
'Awakening Technique', in Mo Chengjun's hands, you can really do whatever you want, there is no difficulty at all.
Looking at Xue Ling again, he bounced up and down almost like an electric shock, his eyes looking in all directions warily.
But the environment at home made him a little confused, and then memories came flooding back.
For a moment, he froze on the spot, and indescribable complexity appeared on his face.
Some are shocked, some are uncomfortable, some are in a trance, some are surprised, some are unwilling to accept, and some are unspeakable...
Mo Chengjun never knew that a person's face could have such complex expression changes in such a short period of time.
If those little freshmen in the previous life had half of these skills, they wouldn't have performed so many embarrassing dramas.
Until the end, everything seemed like a world away!
After a long time, Xue Ling's eyes finally shone again. He looked at Mo Chengjun, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, and then he murmured: "Fuck, godfather?"
Mo Chengjun nodded and said, "Welcome back, how's it going? Do you feel okay?"
"Feeling? Feeling!"
Xue Ling paused for a moment before saying, "It's hard to describe the feeling!"
Mo Chengjun smiled and said: "Then let me ask another question, have you mastered your sword?"
"sword?"
Xue Ling seemed to be finally touched, and he raised his hands as if there was something there: "I don't know if my sword is considered complete.
But, I, it seems, it seems, it’s okay..."
The words were still floating in the air, and Xue Ling had already moved. He turned into a stream of light and moved forward. He went and came back in just a moment, as if he had not moved at all.
It was just that a sword light had penetrated straight through, penetrating for an unknown distance, and the sound of the sword whistling faintly dissipated in my ears.
Then, one wall of the house was covered with cracks, spreading around like a spider web until it collapsed.
"I have completed my cultivation, I have completed my cultivation, sword intention, sword intention!"
Xue Ling looked at the sword mark, the wall, and the sword pill suspended between his hands, and his whole body was enveloped in huge ecstasy.
"Godfather, godfather, have you seen it? I'm really done, done!"
In ecstasy, Xue Ling even began to show off to his godfather, as if seeking approval.
However, what he saw was a face as black as the bottom of a pot.
Mo Chengjun's face was stinky, very stinky. He waved his hand, and a soft wind blew up, sweeping up the smoke and dust outwards.
Then, the small courtyard that had been penetrated was revealed, as well as the collapsed walled houses along the way, and even a corner of the formation that enveloped it was missing.
Well, this Yanlong Hanyue Formation is actually not that bad.
But it is not outward-facing, that is to say, all his defensive power is directed outwards, and the fog, smoke cage, and gauze moonlight all perform well.
Only, from the inside out, there is no half effect.
This should be regarded as a shortcoming that is not a shortcoming, but now, it is completely ruined.
At this time, the four-eared donkey demon came from outside, but it was returning from watching a play in Yunjian City.
Through the damage, he and Mo Chengjun looked at each other and asked, "If you want to demolish your home, don't demolish your own home?
Don’t you know it’s very troublesome to recover? "
Mo Chengjun's face turned even darker, and he slapped Xue Ling on the forehead with a big backhand.
"I asked you to demolish your home! I asked you to demolish your home! Do you think you are a husky?"
"Oh, don't hit, don't hit, godfather, please spare your life, please spare your life!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
…
After a long while, Mo Chengjun was also tired. He lay on his rocking chair and directed Xue Ling to find someone to repair the house.
When Xue Ling left, he turned to look at the pierced 'passage', feeling the pervasive sword intent, with a strange expression.
"After practicing for so many days, you actually mastered the "Ten Steps and One Killing Technique" of Holy Sword Mountain?"
"But, what kind of sword intention is this similar to Haoran's righteousness?"
"An aboveboard assassin? How strange!"
"What kind of mess did this kid go through in the dream world?"
…
The Mo family courtyard was demolished, but Qianjige said it was just drizzle.
Compared with the great destruction that can easily tear apart mountains and move mountains and seas, this is really a trivial matter.
Well, Mo Chengjun has to admit that even a group of sword cultivators can't compare to an excavator.
Of course, the house is easy to repair, but the smoke cage and cold moon formation outside will take time to repair.
Simply speaking, Mo Chengjun's status has improved again.
After all, in the ears of well-informed people, it is not a secret that he teaches a group of 'elderly people'.
If we say that the mountain peak where the Seventh Palace is located can be regarded as the orthodoxy of the Galaxy Sword Sect, it is the headquarters of the sword cultivator.
The various minor subjects are the exclusive domain of these old men.
Although this does not require a clear distinction, these old men all have high status in the Galaxy Sword Sect and have deep foundations.
Therefore, in front of Mo Chengjun, the two deacons sent by Qianji Pavilion and Zhentang, without saying any nonsense, beat their chests and promised that the repair project would be a trivial matter.
Two days, just two days, it will be back to its original state, exactly!
What can Mo Chengjun say?
He could say nothing but praise the other party's efficiency and craftsmanship.
Then, he got confused!
It would be fine if he went to find a cave to stay temporarily for ten days and a half.
Just two days is really too short. In the blink of an eye, the cave is probably not even familiar to me. It’s not worth it to have to come back.
But instead of finding a cave, how could he and Xue Ling sleep in the open air here?
Simply, just when Mo Chengjun was thinking about going to Yunjian City, Baling'er came.
He took the two of them home, arranged housing, and had a place to sleep.
Then, a large group of old men poured in under the leadership of Yi Changsheng, but this time, they did not come to see Mo Chengjun, but to see Xue Ling.
Good guy, this kendo loser who is famous throughout the Galaxy Sword Sect actually realized the meaning of the sword in the 'Dream Jianghu'.
This is even more shocking than Mo Chengjun's 'Sword to the Sky'.
Because, from an outsider's perspective, isn't it inevitable that Mo Chengjun, the person who created "The Fundamental Theory of Sword Intent", will understand Sword Intent?
Then, Xue Ling fell into the hands of a group of 'scientific grandfathers' just like a guinea pig.
You can imagine his helplessness when he was taken away. The look he looked at Mo Chengjun was almost pleading.
As for Mo Chengjun?
What can he do?
The only thing he could do was pray for Xue Ling.
Then, ahem, get involved.
Well, as the first experimental subject besides Mo Chengjun, Mo Chengjun is also curious about what level Xue Ling is now?
Then, under the manipulation of a group of big guys, Xue Ling was able to find out clearly.
There is no need to go into details about the specific life experience of "Dream Jianghu". Anyway, it is still those scripts.
But Xue Ling still summed up some experience.
In terms of realm, Xue Ling is at most the level where he has just entered the realm of sword intent. His "dream world" has not yet experienced a lifetime, and his sword intent has just taken shape.
Of course, although he is weak, his sword power is indeed somewhat unique - with the awe-inspiring Qi cultivated in the "Ten Steps and One Killing Technique", he can be regarded as the first person.
However, this further confirms the correctness of "Sword Theory II".
Sword art, character, experience, and knowledge, the belief and will combined by these four points, as long as they are firm to a certain critical value, can drive mana and excessively release the inert energy stored in the heaven and earth.
Of course, it is not without its shortcomings. After all, the "Ten Steps to Kill" is an assassin's sword technique. The divine will incorporated into it is in line with the assassin's path, and Haoran's sword intention is an aboveboard path.
In other words, if Xue Ling really wants to reach the end of this road, that is, the peak of sword intention, he must turn the "Ten Steps and One Killing Technique" into the "Ten Steps and One Killing Technique" that truly belongs to him.
Of course, if he succeeded, the sword technique would no longer be the "Ten Steps and One Killing Technique".
However, the difficulty is not that great.
After all, it was created by the ancestor of Galaxy for his three disciples, and it was taken from the "Galaxy Sword Code", so it could not be changed so easily.
However, seeing Xue Ling's eagerness to give it a try, he was not too depressed, but instead became excited.
Two days later, the repair of the Mo family courtyard was completed, and Mo Chengjun returned to his small home again.
Lying in the shade under the tea tree, enjoying the afternoon sun, and sipping another sip of tea.
That life can be described in two words - comfortable!
But the problem was that God didn't seem to care about his comfort. He didn't lie down for long before Baling'er came and brought some bad news.
