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"If you don't practice for one day, your hands and feet will be slow. If you don't practice for two days, you will lose half of it. If you don't practice for three days, you will be a layman. If you don't practice for four days, you will be stunned." In the cave on the top of the mountain, Alamir stood with his sword put away, sweating slightly on his body, and realized that his swordsmanship might be possible. Some are not as good as they were more than a month ago.
After coming back from the Underdark Realm, Alamir hasn't practiced much! Apart from occasionally practicing internal skills, the rest of the time is either wandering in the mountains or looking for a place to sleep. In addition, I have recently fallen in love with activities such as fishing and playing the flute. My martial arts is not a step back from before in the Underdark. In fact, it is There is no longer that feeling of being able to use your fingers like an arm.
"I always feel that I still have a lot of time, so it doesn't matter if I play for a day first, but that's it, day after day, time passes." Alamir finally understood why many immortal species are obviously very talented, but their final achievements are not as good as short-term ones. Generating human beings. Looking at the messages written by the two masters on the wall, Alamir felt a little blushing.
"Diaosi will always be Diaosi. If your character does not change, it will be difficult to achieve anything even if you have an adventure..." Alamir suddenly realized that there were no two masters to "supervise", and there was no burger. People dare to say anything about him, which makes him a little drifting recently.
I'm really not a person who can achieve great things... While sighing, Alamir quickly took out a bright red bottle from his magic pocket, carefully poured a trace of lava from it, and took off his clothes. , and started running the Nine Yin Scriptures honestly.
The true qi circulates in the meridians. After the cold nine-yin spiral true qi has been refined by the heat of the magma in the center of the earth, although it has reduced a lot, it has become much purer. As the true qi slowly swims throughout the body, finally Hundreds of rivers returned to the sea, and a trace of pure Qi submerged into the sea of Qi.
Poof - Alamir exhaled a breath of white air, slowly retreated, with a solemn expression on his face.
The progress of the Nine Yin Manual has become even slower!
This breath of white breath, called longevity wine, is actually the saliva with essence generated during practice. Most of the internal skills practice requires the tongue to touch the roof of the mouth, which is to build a magpie bridge to communicate with the Ren and Du meridians.
When the gong is performed in the sky, the true energy is abundant at this time, and the saliva produced is different from the saliva produced at ordinary times. The inner essence will soon overflow the mouth, and it needs to be swallowed to turn into a stream of pure true energy. , send it into Dantian.
At this time, different internal skills will have different processing methods. Top-level Taoist skills such as the Nine Yin Manual must follow a specific method, coordinate with the breathing rhythm, stir the tongue forty-nine times, which coincides with the number of Dayan, and then Swallow it in three times to regulate the flesh and blood and strengthen the muscles and bones.
The impurities and turbid gas contained after swallowing will be sprayed out before completing the exercise, forming a white mist, so it is called longevity wine.
Alamir is still in the stage of refining gas, and the impurities contain fire poison, so he can only spit out a stream of white gas. The longevity wine spit out by the two masters can already penetrate stones. It is said that immortals practice, and a mouthful of longevity wine can penetrate the stone. Turn into turbulent rivers.
Alamir, who entered the third level of Nine Yins, spit out the longevity wine that was similar to that of the second level, or even less, which explains the problem.
However, Alamir still discovered a problem, that is, his flesh and blood containing starlight, as well as his meridians shining with moonlight, would collect "tolls" when he performed the exercises. After the zhenqi, which was originally the thickness of his little finger, finally returned to his dantian, There is often only a trace left, which is basically absorbed by one's own body, and the ray of electric light in the Dantian directly absorbs more than half of the last infuriating energy.
Although this is a good thing, looking at the oily impurities that have not appeared on his skin for many years, Alamir only feels that his body is more transparent and agile, and his muscles and bones are stronger, but when he thinks about it, it will take more time to fully fill up the energy. , I sighed in my heart.
What "surprised" Alamir even more was that the ray of electricity in his Dantian seemed a bit extraordinary. After devouring his true energy, it actually slowly expanded his Dantian...
On the one hand, it was "opened up", and on the other hand, it was "cut off." Alamir looked at his Dantian, which was only one-sixth full, and sighed in his heart.
I practiced Kung Fu all morning today, and the "percentage of true energy" actually decreased with the more I practiced...
Although the total amount of Qi has increased slightly, it is still slower than the growth rate of the upper limit of Qi.
No, will my Qi never be enough? ?
Alamir was a little panicked. Although it was a good thing to accumulate strength and change his physique, what if this change took a long time? ? Let alone reaching the fourth level, will you have trained yourself into a "elf" by then? ?
But there is no point in hurrying, noon has passed, and the next practice hour is midnight. Alamir decided not to play mahjong with the slaves tonight, but to practice hard tonight.
After the master finally left, Alamir, who returned to the mountain, played mahjong and built the Great Wall with a few demons every night - because the slaves' property belonged to the master, the demons gambled on their own clothes.
What's even more disgusting is that they took it as a reward to see who won and who lost, making Alamir feel that he was being played. Later, when Susmikali and others joined in, it turned into a normal face with straw. , draw a turtle and drink water as punishment.
In short, the mountain life in Alamir is so boring.
At this time, just after noon, Alamir walked out of the cave and looked at Susi who was still working hard planting trees and digging ponds. Mikali was beating rabbit grass to feed the rabbits. Alamir had strictly forbidden her to whip the rabbits. At this moment The rabbit was fed by her and became fat and strong.
The minotaur was moving stones to build a wall. Mirch was pecking away at the minotaur happily. The six-armed snake devil, the chef, found a pool to soak in to escape the heat. He raised his tail and played with the water, showing such laziness. The look made Alamir want to feed her realgar.
"Dear Master, do you want to go fishing?" Back in Hamburg, the Demon of Desire staggered over - the Demon's originally plump cheeks were shrunken, his eyes were dull, and he was almost crumbling when a gust of wind blew.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you go down." Alamir waved his hand, letting the desire demon rest. Then I went to the second floor to get a fishing rod and a fishing basket. I wore wooden clogs and carried the fishing basket, ready to go fishing in the lake on the top of the mountain.
When this devil saw Baofa Document No. 3 that day, he was immediately attracted to it. Frankly speaking, this kind of writing and method are simply concise and rigorous, and also have great restraint and effectiveness. It is simply the best contract writing.
As a result, Bynatrian became obsessed with this new text and studied it secretly for a long time in private. In addition, Alamir ordered her to study the method of cultivating fairy wheat, which made the brain cells of this demon die. Young master, he almost failed in his research. Even when playing mahjong, he would occasionally mutter words such as "make solid progress" and "main grasp".
You are also thinking blindly. As the master, Alamir can easily read the memory of the desire demon. He also knows that the demon wants to master the logic and grammar of this language and further introduce other uses.
This kind of difficulty is like a person who has seen a few words in Oracle and wants to use this to deduce the entire language system. This level of difficulty is difficult even with the wisdom of the devil.
Moreover, this is not the alphabet-like text that is popular in this world, but the pictographic Chinese grammar. Just three thousand basic characters are enough to make the demon of desire drink a pot.
Therefore, faced with completely different grammar, concise words, strange and magical sentences, and the devil who likes to play with and study rules and languages, my mental state has not been very good these days.
During this period, it seemed that the brain cells of the demon were dying rapidly. Like a programmer who worked overtime continuously, his eyes were dull and dull, and he was always uttering half-understood words. Alamir even vaguely felt that she Might be bald..........
Looking at the half-bald Milsi, the tauren who were completely bald due to Milsi's disaster, and the bare fields, Alamir thought that his mountain village should be called Hamburg, so he might as well call it Bald Castle.
These "people" are all the sons of Bald Castle, so let's call them "Bald Castle children". Alamir made a bad joke, which he found boring, and then threw a stone at the Minotaur's head. , looking at the tauren's aggrieved expression, Alamir felt much more comfortable.
Alamir shuddered when he thought that in a few decades, everyone in the villa would be bald except for his own.
Shaking his head to get this terrible thought out of his mind, Alamir went up the mountain to fish.
It was such a leisurely day. The sun was setting in the west, and the wind on the mountains carried the smell of grass and trees. Alamir, who had been fishing for several hours, stretched himself, yawned, and poured the fish in the basket back into the pond. , suddenly felt a little pain in my balls.
After practicing martial arts, he can clearly sense the movement under the water through the fishing line, and the psionicist can feel the emotions nearby. As long as the fish comes close and bites the hook, he can pull it up.
The only difficulty is waiting for the fish to come over.
This lake was chosen because not many people came to fish. The fish were all stupid, vying to get the bait. Alamir, who didn't like fish and was bored, put them back every day. Many fish even regarded this as a relationship between himself and himself. A game for this elf...
Is this considered fishing? ? Alamir threw the fishing rod angrily, feeling that he had discovered the biggest secret of the immortal species.
It turns out that for immortal species, the biggest natural enemy is how to spend a long time...
No wonder the elves are very curious and can't restrain their adventurous mood... Aramiel walked in the afterglow of the setting sun and sighed about returning to Hamburg.
"Caravan - where are they??" Bored Alamir ran to Milsi's room, grabbed its eagle head and rubbed it, his tone was like a goblin asking, where is Monk Tang?
"Great master, the elf among elves, according to the news from my servant, the caravan has passed through the deep forest valley, and will enter the Kaldor Mountain the day after tomorrow." "General Diamond" Bai Natrien bowed replied.
"Okay, be sure to catch them before they enter the Rismela Forest!"
"Yes!" Several demons, Sussus and Mikali all had bloodthirsty light in their eyes. Milsi cooed and seemed extremely excited.
The scene of a group of demons dancing wildly in the windmill is very similar to Shituoling.
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