After leaving shopkeeper Zhang's residence for half a day, Tang Wen no longer worried about money.
It's not like he got the money or thought of a practical way to make money.
Instead, he thought that he had made an appointment to see the "Fist of the Dark Night" meditation three days later.
So as a mere warrior, if he really gets five thousand taels within three days, no matter what method he uses, it will be too exaggerated.
It is better to learn contemplation thoughts first, and then decide whether to raise money to experience the "ultimate darkness".
In the following time, Tang Wen practiced several exercises alternately without leaving the yard.
In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
Early in the morning, Tang Wen came to shopkeeper Zhang with another five hundred taels of silver.
After the money was in place, the latter immediately nodded and showed a smile:
"follow me."
Shopkeeper Zhang took Tang Wen into an underground stone room.
As soon as he entered the door, soft and bright white light filled the entire secret room.
In the center of the ceiling, a white ball of light the size of a basketball is emitting light.
"This is?"
"A kind of mineral in the ground that naturally emits light."
Tang Wen was surprised.
Shopkeeper Zhang: "See the wrench on the pillar over there? Turn it upward, and the light source will rise up. Then the room will be dark. It's eight o'clock in the morning, and someone will knock on the door at eight o'clock in the evening!"
Tang Wen nodded, looked at the two visualization pictures on the wall, and asked, "This is it?"
"Two visualization pictures, the left is the core strength, and the right is the first form of the Black Night Divine Fist." Shopkeeper Zhang said matter-of-factly.
ah?
not all?
Tang Wen tried his best to control his expression: "Are the other moves in other rooms? I can only see two?"
Shopkeeper Zhang said with a smile: "Two are not enough for you to practice? Young man, don't be too ambitious. The remaining six moves are in the other six rooms. You can enter them once by paying one time, but you can only enter one room at a time."
Damn it.
That means a total of six thousand taels of silver, right?
Gan!
Damn profiteer!
"I understand." Tang Wen forced a smile.
Shopkeeper Zhang turned and left, leaving Tang Wen alone.
Resist the urge to curse.
Tang Wen still couldn't calm down and walked around the house several times.
Make sure there are no holes in the walls and no spies.
He posed. One move at a time to perform the eight Vajra Kung Fu.
again and again.
It wasn't until my heart stopped that I opened my eyes.
Come to the visualization picture that looks like a mural.
Different from the Flame Camp and the Wang Family in Wujia City, the visualization in front of you is more exquisite.
Tang Wen carefully touched the edge with his hand.
Slightly cool and soft to the touch.
It was a material he had never come into contact with before.
Taking a few steps back, he sat on the futon on the ground.
Focus on the first core strength map and watch it intently.
Buzz.
A wilderness appeared before me.
When the red sun rises, its path shines brightly.
The wilderness is paved with gold.
Ordinary sand and gravel turned into golden sand.
The sun slowly changes its position and reaches the middle of the sky, casting endless light.
The shadows of the fine sand and gravel on the ground were squeezed into a small point by the harsh sunlight, shrinking next to the sand and gravel.
Gradually, the sun sets.
The sandy shadows are elongated by the light.
The sun goes down and the sky turns orange.
The sky turned completely dark, and darkness enveloped the fields.
Night has come.
Tang Wen had never experienced the night in such detail and profoundly.
A starless and moonless night.
I can't see my fingers.
The dark night is quiet and seems to hide endless weirdness.
The night continued, as if nothing had changed.
But if you experience it carefully, it seems to be changing from light to strong, to the extreme, and then lightening again.
Tang Wen was puzzled.
This seems like an ordinary day, right?
Is this the concept of the core power of the Dark Night Divine Fist?
What about fools?
I read it a few more times and still had no clue.
He meditated and tried to visualize, imagining light and darkness, and finally came to the silent night.
It seemed to have some effect, but it was too weak. He punched it hard, but it didn't even produce a sonic boom.
It's not as powerful as him hitting it casually.
I read the contemplation method twice more, but still couldn’t figure it out.
But it is obvious that the Dark Night Divine Fist cannot only reach this level.
Otherwise, it would have long since disappeared into history because no one learned it.
So what's the problem?
After much deliberation, I have no idea.
He simply looked at the first move of the Dark Night Divine Fist, Shadow Kill!
Darkness is added to the body, and the punches are like shadows.
Extremely fast and violent.
The fist pulled out afterimages all over the sky, virtual and real.
Tang Wen had a glimmer of enlightenment and needed to take advantage of the characteristics of the night.
Only then can the reality be made so realistic.
The point is to visualize the dark night.
But how can the dark night have power?
Tang Wen in his previous life was born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze.
His impression of the night was calm and quiet.
Even if I occasionally feel scared when I walk at night and feel like I am being followed, I am no longer afraid as long as I walk under a streetlight.
Of course, it is not that the darkness of the original world is not dangerous.
It can only be said that Tang Wen is lucky. The danger in the dark night has never come to him.
Later I went to work and liked to stay up late.
I feel that only at night, when everything is quiet, is the rare leisure time and free time that truly belongs to me!
Not to mention that there is nothing scary or frightening about the dark night.
This is determined by the environment in which he grew up.
Shadow kill!
Tang Wen Guan thought and punched again, his fist was soft.
Like flirting between lovers.
Tang Wen was speechless.
This shouldn't be called shadow killing, it should be called returning my Piao Piao Fist.
The problem still lies in his not understanding the core power of the Dark Night God Fist.
The key to visualizing boxing techniques is visualization.
With this punch, I only mastered the basics of the moves.
I don't get the power I deserve from visualization at all.
But the dark night, isn’t it the natural law of the sun and moon’s rotation?
Can it have ghost powers?
What is the ultimate darkness that Shopkeeper Zhang is talking about?
Tang Wen sighed.
He sat cross-legged on the futon, his back bent, his right hand resting on his chin, frowning in thought.
The knowledge he learned in his previous life allowed him to understand how the night alternates.
Visualize ordinary darkness and night, without the help of words.
Otherwise, try visualizing in alternate directions.
When he first came into contact with the martial arts of visualization, he would never have dared to try this.
Now, he knows more than one set of visualization martial arts.
I already have my own understanding of the concept of visualization.
According to his estimation, it would be a little dangerous to change the concept of core efforts in such a random way, but the problem should not be major.
He was immersed in contemplation, concentrating mentally, and an orange-red dusk appeared in his mind.
Dusk gradually passed...the screen suddenly zoomed up, and a huge sphere with uneven surfaces slowly rotated, blocking the shining sun.
Buzz.
Tang Wen's eyes flashed.
Exited the visualization state.
Failed.
The brief attempt left him feeling dizzy, dizzy and without any energy at all.
The condition is also very bad.
His hands trembling when he picked up the bamboo tube, and he finally drank some water. He didn't care about the animal skins he unfolded, tilted his head, and fell asleep immediately.
If the visualization method is changed too much, mental energy will be greatly consumed.
Learning to meditate requires full concentration.
Only by fully believing in the pictures you have imagined can your boxing techniques have corresponding power.
Tang Wen visualized the movement of celestial bodies and the arrival of night.
In just a short moment, the mental energy was like the water in a river embankment that had been completely blown away, running away in an instant.
Wake up.
Looking at his pocket watch, three hours have passed.
Exactly two sleep cycles.
The spirit has recovered to 80% to 90%.
Tang Wen adjusted his state, looked at the visualization diagram of the core power of the Dark Divine Fist, and immersed himself in it again.
Just now in his sleep, he wanted to understand one thing. Darkness has attributes.
The restlessness of spring nights.
The sweltering heat of summer nights.
The coolness of autumn nights.
The coldness of winter nights.
The dark night in the mountain village cemetery is subjectively weird.
The dark night in Yihong Building is filled with the smell of powder, alcohol, cigarettes and bodily fluids, which makes people depraved.
But these are too abstract.
There is no power either.
No need to bother visualizing.
But it doesn't matter, Tang Wen has already thought of a kind of darkness, which is the ultimate.
That is the eternal night in the corner of the universe, in that empty space, a place that has not been illuminated by the light of stars for hundreds of millions of years.
Coldness, dead silence, and nothingness are the main themes of everything.
It is eternal and extreme darkness.
Everything goes quiet.
Tang Wen closed his eyes, as if he was floating in this eternal darkness.
Uh-huh!
He opened his eyes, which were full of coldness and indifference.
Shadow kill!
Phew~
There was a sound like the wind blowing.
Tang Wen punched out three shadows.
Two virtual and one real, real can be virtual, virtual can be real.
As the punches were fired, a faint white mist appeared in the air.
The temperature in the secret room dropped slightly.
Done!
(End of chapter)
