After Zhuang Hong listened carefully to Yin Zizhong's "Song of Forgetting the Wind", he immediately understood how Yin Zizhong exercised his mental power.
This mental training method is different from what Zhuang Hong knew. It is a mental training method with music as the core.
The practice process is also very simple, that is, in a state of concentration, repeatedly playing the melody in "Song of Forgetting the Wind" in your mind in the sea of consciousness.
As long as you play a complete round of music in a meditative state, you have completed a spiritual practice, which will increase your spiritual power.
Over time, you can achieve the goal of exercising your mental strength.
It's just that Zhuang Hong has never heard of such a musical mental training method.
In his opinion, isn't exercising mental power all a 'visualization diagram' method?
After repeatedly confirming the details of the exercise method with Yin Zizhong, he sat cross-legged on the ground, followed the method taught by Yin Zizhong, quickly fell into concentration, and tried to practice.
As soon as he entered concentration, Zhuang Hong entered his sea of consciousness and saw the extremely dazzling 'magic lamp' in the sea of consciousness.
This round of 'magic lamp' is bigger than when the secret knowledge was just opened.
Every time Zhuang Hong swallows a void spirit, the magic lamp will grow bigger. According to this trend, it will get bigger and bigger in the future.
Zhuang Hong doesn't know what the final magic lantern will look like.
No matter what, the bigger the better...
Zhuang Hong withdrew his eyes from the magic lamp, unified all his thoughts, and began to try to tune the melody of "Song of Forgetting the Wind".
Soon, an inexplicable melody echoed in Zhuang Hong's sea of consciousness. It was soft and quiet at first, then gradually rose and fell, becoming light and lively, then powerful and high-pitched, and then suddenly tactful and crisp...
As the melody rose and fell, the huge magic lamp floating in Zhuang Hong's sea of consciousness also began to tremble, and finally reached a consistent rhythm with the reverberating melody.
The magic lamp just rises and falls with the music, like a 500-pound child dancing in a bar.
This was something Zhuang Hong had never imagined.
However, he didn't notice anything strange about the magic lamp. Instead, it became active and his mental power became clear.
After an unknown amount of time, the first round of "Song of Forgetting the Wind" was played, and Zhuang Hong's sea of consciousness slowly returned to calm.
When Zhuang Hong opened his eyes from trance, he immediately noticed a difference.
"My mental power has indeed become stronger. No, it's not that I have become stronger. To be precise, my mental power has become more concentrated!"
When mental power becomes condensed, it means that stronger power can be erupted, just like the difference between ordinary running water and a high-pressure water gun.
Suddenly, Zhuang Hong had a clear realization: Maybe the mental power training method in this world is actually used to condense and disperse mental power.
Zhuang Hong couldn't help but marvel: "The beast trainers in this world are so talented. They can actually think of using music to condense and strengthen their mental power, and then use the 'Steel Seal of the Beast' condensed by the mental power to control the beast. So, the Beast Tamer What does the steel seal look like?"
Zhuang Hong became inexplicably excited at the thought of learning another special technique.
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When Yin Zizhong saw Zhuang Hong waking up, he came up curiously and asked: "Master, how do you feel? Can you adjust the music in the sea of consciousness?"
Zhuang Hong nodded and said: "The effect is very good. I have completed a round of practice."
Yin Zizhong's eyes widened in vain: "Can you complete a round of practice for the first time?"
"Is it weird?"
Yin Zizhong murmured to himself: "It took me three attempts to complete the first round of practice. Just because of this, the old man said that I was a genius that is rare in a century. It is really amazing that the master can become my most important guide. character!"
As he spoke, he was full of fighting spirit: "Master, when are you going to start teaching me spells? I can't wait."
"..."
The corner of Zhuang Hong's mouth twitched: "Be confident, young man, you are the genius, I just have a special physique and am special. Also, you can't learn my spells."
Yin Zizhong's eyes were shining brightly under the flickering firelight: "Master, just teach me, I believe I can learn it."
Zhuang Hong: "It's precisely because I don't know how to teach you that I say you can't learn it."
Yin Zizhong: "This...??? You can't teach the skills you know? This is impossible!"
"How is it impossible? For example, you can blink, but most fish can't. Can you teach fish to blink?"
Yin Zizhong blinked and suddenly realized: "Are you saying that your magic is innate and can't be taught?"
Zhuang Hong nodded: "You understand that right. My abilities can indeed be regarded as innate. But if one day I completely understand the nature of the operation of these abilities, I may be able to teach you. Now, I don't know how to teach you."
"Please show me the flying sword once, and I'll see for myself!"
Zhuang Hong did not refuse, and with a casual gesture, the sword box placed aside was opened immediately, and a white light flew out from the sword box, hovering in mid-air, and finally hovering in front of Yin Zizhong.
"I'll lend you this blade for fun. You can try it. If you can learn it, I'll lose."
"Thank you, master!" Yin Zizhong stretched out his hands to take the sword in surprise, then imitated Zhuang Hong and tried it on his own.
Seeing this, Zhuang Hong stopped caring about him and told Xiao Bai to be on guard, then find a place to squint his eyes and rest for a while.
What Zhuang Hong didn't expect was that Yin Zizhong practiced this exercise until dawn the next day, and after staying up all night, he was still in high spirits and did not look sleepy at all.
Zhuang Hong couldn't help but ask: "Do you have any new insights?"
Zhuang Hong believed that Yin Zizhong was an out-and-out genius to a certain extent. The reason why he let him try was actually because he had some luck in mind: What if Yin Zizhong really controlled the blade to fly with his own ability? Woolen cloth?
In this infinite space, nothing is impossible.
If Yin Zizhong really does it, maybe he can learn new mental power utilization techniques from Yin Zizhong...
"I haven't realized much yet, but it won't be easy if I think about it, and I'm not in a hurry."
Upon hearing this, Yin Zizhong stopped what he was doing, took a long breath, walked to Zhuang Hong and sat down.
Zhuang Hongjian thought for a while and said: "If you really want to learn some powerful skills... I do have a martial arts practice here, but I don't know if you can learn it with your physique."
Zhuang Hong has been thinking about several issues during this time.
For example, what would be the impact if technology from other worlds were brought to another world? Is this impact good or bad?
For example, can humans from different worlds learn the techniques and techniques of other worlds?
You have to try these questions eventually to know the answers.
But now he happened to meet Yin Zizhong who was eager to learn, so he planned to give it a try on Yin Zizhong.
The most important thing is that Zhuang Hong is confident that he will be able to clean up the mess when any bad emergencies occur.
When Yin Zizhong heard that Zhuang Hong wanted to teach him the art of cultivation, he was extremely surprised: "Master, just teach me. Whether I can learn it or not depends on me."
Zhuang Hong said: "Normally speaking, martial arts training begins after the age of sixteen, and you are only fourteen now. Some cultivation taboos are particularly important to you. Practicing indiscriminately will only damage the foundation of your life.
Therefore, you must practice strictly according to what I said, and you are not allowed to have your own ideas until you are sixteen years old.
Moreover, without my permission, the martial arts practice cannot be taught to others.
Can it be done? "
The body of a fourteen-year-old boy has not yet been fully formed. Once he rashly engages in martial arts practice, it can easily interrupt the body's natural development and cause irreversible consequences.
However, based on Zhuang Hong's understanding of the practice theory, he believed that it was feasible to start practice two years in advance. As long as some practice taboos were observed, there would be no problem.
He believed that Yin Zizhong was not the kind of person who liked to make casual jokes about himself.
Yin Zizhong's childish face was full of seriousness, and he nodded vigorously: "Yes!"
"Okay, let's talk as we walk. I'll first tell you what warrior training is and what body secrets are."
Zhuang Hong picked up his backpack and sword case, kicked Xiao Bai awake, and continued moving forward.
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Two days later, the two came to the gate of Sanbao Town, the nearest village to Wangfeng Village.
At this time, thirty or forty old people were crowded outside the city gate waiting to enter the city, while ten guards were guarding the door to check everyone who entered the city.
Not only are all the items in the package required to be turned inside out, but the neck, arms and belly are also required to be exposed to check for any abnormalities on the body.
Yin Zizhong explained on the side: "This is to check whether anyone is infected with Ash Disease. Ash Disease usually first attacks people's neck, arms and stomach. If there are no abnormalities in these three places, you can enter the city smoothly. If it is in these parts Ashes disease was discovered..."
Before Yin Zizhong finished speaking, the guards shouted from the direction of the city gate.
"Spread out, spread out! This person has Ash Disease, don't get close!"
The thirty or so people who were originally surrounding the city gate immediately dispersed upon hearing this.
There was only a thin old man left lying on the ground, begging bitterly, wanting to go to the city for a bite of food.
On the neck that was covered by the collar, ash-like patches were vaguely visible.
Apparently, the old man had contracted the feared Ember Disease.
At this time, several guards surrounded the old man with bows and arrows, and then took turns shooting. Soon, the sick old man was shot to death, and someone used a noose to tie the body and pull it away.
After quietly watching what happened at the city gate, Yin Zizhong continued: "If he is found to be infected, he will be killed and buried..."
There was an indescribable indifference in his tone, and there was also a hint of anger hidden in it.
But those bright eyes became more determined.
As for Zhuang Hong, he still doesn't know how to eradicate this kind of ashes with the aura of space.
