Sitting on the top of Wentian Peak, Watson took off the heavy sword he was carrying and placed it on the ground. He took out the water bottle and drank the last half of the water.
Then he entered the pavilion, reached out and touched the white tower in front of him, which was much taller than him, and gently touched the scriptures carved on the tower like tadpoles.
He couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking that this was indeed a magical sword technique.
The old monk I met in the woods must have been sitting here in meditation for who knows how many years, but he still couldn't figure out the method and the sword moves. It seemed to make sense.
At the moment, he obviously didn't have the energy to look at the words on the white tower, but turned his eyes back and looked further in the direction.
The temple at the foot of the mountain was already shrouded in lush ancient trees, not to mention the small courtyard where he lived.
There was a small town like ants further away, and he couldn't see that far before he had developed his spiritual consciousness.
When you raise your head, the sky is right in front of you. If it's a starry night, you can definitely reach out and pluck the stars from the sky.
There are layers of clouds stacked on top of each other on the horizon, and higher and further mountains are connected one after another. I wonder if it is the Phoenix Mountain where my sister is.
Or is it the academy where Nalan Qiuxue is going to come?
On the first day, it took him nearly three hours to finally climb to the top of Wentian Peak.
At the moment, he was not as surprised as he had imagined, because his whole body was hurting, his hands were hurting, and his left foot was numb.
If he hadn't practiced the formless body once before, he wouldn't want to practice it again even if he was beaten to death.
His sister was still waiting for him at the bottom of the mountain, and he had to go down the mountain to find his master for some healing herbs, otherwise he would not have to climb Wentian Peak again tomorrow.
After thinking about it, I couldn't help but murmur softly, remembering that when I went to Tianshan Mountain at the beginning of the year, I wasn't in such a mess.
Just by climbing three thousand stone steps, he made himself worse than dead.
But at the moment, Watson has forgotten that when he and Watson went to Tianshan, he was no longer in the same body as he is now.
Moreover, Li Xiuyuan did not prepare a sword weighing two hundred kilograms for him to practice at that time.
After resting for a while, he put the Demon-Conquering Sword on his back and looked at the stone steps at his feet. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. It was estimated that by the time he returned to the small courtyard, the sun would have almost set.
This round and round would take him a whole day.
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By the time Watson dragged his exhausted body back to the courtyard, the sun had already set in the west.
Hua Yu was frightened by her brother's appearance and quickly took off the heavy sword from his back, dragged out a lounge chair and placed it under the eaves, pulling him to lie on it.
"I want a drink of water!" Watson shouted feebly.
Hua Yu sighed, poured a large bowl of herbal tea from the house and handed it to him. Watson held it and drank it one mouthful at a time, then he let out a loud cry of pain.
"Sister, I'm going to die!"
Regardless of the image, Watson roared violently, venting the grievances he had been holding in for a whole day in front of his sister.
Hua Yu sighed, turned around and went into the kitchen, bringing out a large bucket of hot water.
I poured it into the bathtub I bought from the mountain, and then went to the kitchen to bring out a basin of concoction and carefully poured it into the bucket.
Then he looked at Watson and said: "This body-tempering herb was sent by your master, and I also brought it from Phoenix Mountain. When my brother gets rich in the future, remember to return it to me."
Watson was immediately furious when he heard this.
Pointing to his own room, he shouted: "I still have ten cents under my pillow, which is all my family property. Sister, please take it all."
Upon hearing this, Hua Yu said with disgust: "You'd better keep the money, my elixir costs gold coins."
After speaking, he patted the bathtub and said, "Hurry up while it's hot. I'll wait for you to temper your body before eating. As a result, I waited for you for an hour at noon in vain."
When Watson saw it, he had to struggle to get up from the recliner, went to the tub and tested the water temperature, then took off his coat and turned over into the tub.
I just heard a shout: "Ah...it turns out that my sister is just like the master, you all want to kill me!"
Hua Yu had already returned to the living room and sat down, frowning and said, "Why do you say this? Do you want me to call your master over and ask you to question him face to face?"
Watson was startled and speechless for a long time. Thinking about it, this bucket of concoction is not cheap.
Watson was soaked in the potion, and his body felt like there were thousands of knives cutting his flesh. His hands were burned by the hot water, and he screamed again in pain.
Even so, he still shrank his entire body into the potion, and even immersed his entire head into the potion from time to time.
This is the wish of the master and his sister. Now he is so poor that he can't even afford this bucket of potion.
There were thousands of knives cutting him on his body, a fire was burning in his belly, and all the meridians in his body were twisted at this moment.
The powerful medicine combined with a bucket of scalding hot water gave him a feeling that life was worse than death.
He couldn't express this feeling, and naturally he didn't know how to express it to his sister who was sitting in the living room.
Gradually, he felt that the true energy in his body seemed to calm down slowly, and there was a flame flowing slowly in the meridians, going up from Dantian, straight to Baihui, and then slowly returned to Yangguan... ...
There is a flame burning in the twelve major meridians of the body, which means that the skin of the body is burning.
Feeling uncomfortable, Watson had no choice but to recite the scripture about the formless dharma body softly.
The three yangs of the hands, the three yangs of the feet, Yang Guan to Baihui... Watson carefully felt the changes in the meridians throughout the body.
Li Xiuyuan had forced him to recite these verses ever since he met his godfather. These verses have been imprinted on him and his flesh and blood memory.
Even if he traveled through time and space and returned to his previous life, he still retained his previous memories because he did not go to the River of Forgetfulness to drink that bowl of soup.
"Master, this disciple only has half his life left... I'm afraid I won't have the energy to chop wood for the next month."
Watson felt the changes in his body, looked into the void and murmured.
"It doesn't matter, as long as you climb the mountain with peace of mind, you are not the only one chopping firewood in the temple."
Liao Chen, who was sitting in the Buddhist hall, looked at Watson who fell into the bathtub and couldn't help but smile. His precious disciple did not disappoint him.
So what if it took a whole day?
In his opinion, as long as Watson could persist in climbing Wentian Peak, even if it took him a day and a night, he would be proud of it.
For thousands of years, no disciple in the temple thought about carrying this heavy sword and conquering Wentian Peak in the back mountain.
But his disciple actually climbed up to Wentian Peak with a heavy sword while he was in the Qi Gathering Realm. This is a legend in the temple.
Just like the white-bearded old monk said, when Watson climbed Wentian Peak with a heavy sword on his back, he was already a legend.
Watson laughed bitterly when he heard this: "Master, if you don't come to see this disciple, you are no better than a bloody man."
Liao Chen in the Buddhist hall smiled and said, "Your master asked you to go to the top of the mountain to see the swordsmanship on the White Pagoda. How did you feel? Do you have any insights?"
While enduring the pain, Watson replied: "My disciple would be worse off than dead, so how could he bother to take a closer look?"
Liao Chen seemed to have expected that Watson would say this, and he was not angry at the moment. He just said calmly: "There is no rush, complete your current practice first."
Watson nodded and continued to ask: "Master, the White Tower really has swordsmanship. Master, have you realized it? Can you teach it to your disciples?"
In his opinion, his master should be no worse than the old monk he met in the woods, and he might have learned the swordsmanship on the White Pagoda.
In this way, I don't have to go through the painstaking realization.
Right now, I have to focus all my attention on the Formless Dharma Body. Now I am only at the Qi Gathering Realm, and I have never even stepped into the Foundation Establishment Realm.
He didn't have the strength to go to the White Tower to learn the swordsmanship for the time being, so he wanted to save his strength.
At the moment, he felt that the fire in his body was slowly melting into his own flesh and blood, as if stimulated by the concoction.
It seems that it won't be long before I can reach the realm of foundation building.
I believe it will be easier to climb the mountain after building the foundation, which Watson is looking forward to.
Liao Chen in the Buddhist hall was stunned for a moment, and then replied calmly: "If I have already understood it, your uncle will not let you try to understand it."
When Watson heard this, he was speechless and did not dare to disturb Master's Qing practice anymore because he felt that his body could not bear it.
The strong zhenqi in his Dantian is surging. Today's concoction is different. It is mixed with herbs brought by his sister from Phoenix Mountain. In addition, after Watson practiced hard for a day at Wentian Peak...
Watson was reciting the sutra softly while running the mind of the formless dharma body.
Before, reciting sutras every day was his spiritual practice.
After going back and forth several times, I felt the energy in my Dantian surge into my body like a blazing flame.
In desperation, De had no choice but to roar, and saw a stream of true energy like fire spurting out of his mouth and flying into the night sky.
Watson, who was holding a cup of spiritual tea in the living room, was startled. He quickly walked out and looked at Watson who was sitting in the bathtub shivering and asked, "What happened?"
Watson ignored her, but tried his best to suppress the spiritual energy coming from the sky, enduring the pain like knives all over his body.
Just when Hua Yu was about to step forward and touch Watson's forehead, a golden light shone, and Watson couldn't help but roar again.
The golden light was like a dream, flickering in front of Hua Yu's eyes for a moment before quickly retracting into Watson's body.
It was like being dazzled, but Hua Yu knew that it was real.
Looking at her brother who had relaxed, Hua Yu retracted her hand and asked, "Did you break through just now?"
Watson sighed, thinking that he had spent half his life practicing hard for a day, and finally broke through again, and the day of foundation building was not far away.
Seeing his sister's curious expression, Watson smiled bitterly and said, "My frail body and pitifully weak cultivation are not worthy of my sister's concern."
In his opinion, what if he entered the realm of Nascent Soul?
His goal is not the world in front of him, but a place further away. But if he says this right now, his sister will definitely call him crazy.
When Hua Yu heard this, she thought that she was already a monk in the golden elixir realm, so she should not irritate her brother at the moment.
He just turned around and walked into the living room, saying as he walked: "Since it's almost done, brother, let's change into clothes and come to eat. I cooked meat porridge."
Watson, who was in a broken state, couldn't help but sigh softly. Fortunately, he would break through again tonight, otherwise he would just want to crawl into the house and fall asleep.
He was afraid that he would not even have the energy to eat. He had never experienced such a terrifying practice.
Fortunately, there is a powerful master, and fortunately my sister is here. Otherwise, it would have taken ten days and a half to heal just the wounds on this body.
"After soaking a bucket of gold coins, what do you think?" Hua Yu served her brother a bowl of rice and looked at him and asked quietly.
"In the torture of life worse than death, my sister should try carrying a heavy sword tomorrow." Watson thought for a while and replied.
Hua Yu was dumbfounded by Watson's answer. She looked at him and said bitterly: "I am a woman. I don't need to temper my body. You should keep this sword to yourself."
"I heard from Master that no matter whether a man or a woman, they must cultivate the strength of the physical body to some extent in the future. Otherwise, how can they survive the tribulation?" Watson said quietly.
Because he remembered what Chen said to him, if he didn't have a strong physical body in the end of his practice, he would probably fall to the catastrophe sooner or later.
"Nonsense, why didn't my master tell me?" Hua Yu frowned slightly.
Watson held up a bowl of porridge with herb-wrapped hands and said quietly: "It should be that you haven't cultivated to the level of overcoming tribulations yet. If you don't believe me, you can ask her another day."
"Really? It seems that I really need to ask Master."
Hua Yu was moved, but she found an excuse for herself: "Perhaps, I can ask Master Chen for advice tomorrow."
