Now, my Constitution has reached [157].
It has surpassed the realistic Constitution, and is stepping towards a new realm of Constitution ahead.
And today.
It’s the eleventh year in this world, sumr.
Zhang Feng is playing in the forest at the border of the second province, occasionally stepping onto the trees, jumping at the top of them, chasing the birds soaring in the low sky.
But as he chased to a place in front of a small mountain.
"Great skill!"
From the mountain top several hundred ters high, suddenly ca a voice ethereal, unlike the resonance of Inner Strength nor shouting, but conveyed with the breeze.
Zhang Feng looked upwards, at the edge of the cliff stood an old Daoist in a clean robe.
His age seed over eighty.
"Amazing ability to find people by sound!"
Upon seeing Zhang Feng looking over, he laughed like a child, but paired with his age, appeared sowhat eccentric.
’Strange.’ Zhang Feng felt this person was quite awkward, with an indescribable eeriness.
Just as he prepared to go up to find him.
He saw Zhang Feng move his foot, yet quickly turn around, like a bird flapping its wings, stepping over fifty ters per step, his speed not inferior to Zhang Feng.
’A master?’ Zhang Feng thought with great surprise, and felt his footwork was completely irregular, relying solely on a strange force to glide.
Given the situation, Zhang Feng concluded that his Cultivation Technique might be related to Spirit Root.
He just couldn’t catch up.
As Zhang Feng looked from the mountain, he had already moved to the hillside three hundred ters away, then stood still.
At this mont.
As soon as Zhang Feng stepped forward, he stepped back.
If Zhang Feng didn’t move, he did not move either.
"Daoist."
Feeling his current strength couldn’t catch up, and sensed that he had held back in speed, Zhang Feng simply stopped chasing, and instead clasped his fists and said:
"I am Zhang Feng, I had no malintent in chasing Daoist, I just saw the Daoist’s magical skills, so I montarily got impulsive and caught up."
"Hahaha!" The Daoist laughed again and said: "So that’s how it is, I too saw the fellow Daoist with such skill at such a young age.
Such aptitude is surely the reincarnation of a celestial being!"
Unable to hide his admiration, "Upon seeing such a celestial being, it was hard to contain my excitent, therefore called fellow Daoist once."
"Daoist flatters ." Hearing himself being praised, especially by such a master, Zhang Feng felt sowhat happy.
But this thought soon faded.
Simultaneously, Zhang Feng moved forward, trying to communicate with him face to face.
Yet, the Daoist stepped back again, laughing, and said: "From what I’ve observed of fellow Daoist’s leg skills, you’ve reached the pinnacle, relying on brute force and technique, you can perform the Secret Technique that shrinks land into inches.
Calling you an immortal on land wouldn’t be exaggerated.
With such immortal skill, if you get close to this Daoist.
This Daoist isn’t confident to escape from fellow Daoist’s hand, so it’s better to stay far, far."
"Then we’ll stay distant." Seeing there’s no way to communicate face-to-face, Zhang Feng also stood still.
"What skill has fellow Daoist learned?" Only after Zhang Feng showed no intention of moving forward, did the Daoist enthusiastically say:
"With ordinary Power, you could catch up to the Spiritual Qi technique I created, truly a celestial fra, also celestial learning.
Would fellow Daoist be interested in exchanging what we’ve learned?"
With great expectation, though he also knew generally, people don’t exchange their Secret Techniques.
"Sure."
Only Zhang Feng, under his suspicious gaze, directly nodded, and said:
"There’s no pen or paper here, I can’t write the techniques, so I’ll just say it."
Saying so, Zhang Feng began with Eight-Step Chasing Cicada, preparing to explain two vein paths first as a gesture of sincerity.
"Resonance vein path? Could there be such a practice?" The Daoist listened, realizing Zhang Feng wasn’t deceiving him.
"Hold on!"
He thus first stopped Zhang Feng from continuing, then took out four small thin notebooks from his bosom.
Finally, he even ludicrously took out a bottle of ink and two fountain pens, placing them on the ground,
"Fellow Daoist, please take the books, three volus of them are my learnings, here I also have pen and paper, convenient for fellow Daoist to write down what you’ve learned."
"Fine." As Zhang Feng moved forward, he stepped back.
Upon reaching the place where the manuals were.
Zhang Feng picked them up and opened them, first scanning the manuals, discovering they are about the new practice of ’Spiritual Thought.’
Moreover, the Daoist proposed a peculiar idea in them.
In essence.
The human mind is singular, but after cultivating Spiritual Qi, it can beco one more, two more, or even more.
This additional thought is ’Spiritual Thought.’
With each new Spiritual Thought, the Spiritual Qi enhances, and mory also strengthens.
Cultivate to Great Success, and one can have perfect recall, and thinking becos more agile.
At the sa ti, Spiritual Power can also be applied, not only strengthening the body, but also influencing so of the surrounding changes.
The book ntions a lengthy paragraph on this topic.
Zhang Feng scanned it roughly, approximately:
When one’s Spiritual Qi and Spiritual Thought are strong enough, one can attempt to restructure oneself, strengthening every cell and achieving a leap in the transformation of life quality.
Or, when one’s Spiritual Qi and Spiritual Thought are even more powerful, one can influence everything around, even turning a deer into a horse.
Or walk with the wind, rise on the clouds.
Zhang Feng thought of Visualization first upon seeing this.
This ntioning of Spiritual Thought is similar to Visualization.
But compared to Visualization, his Spiritual Thought is infinitely powerful.
Because, after all, Visualization is a cultivation thod.
His thod, however, involves a myriad of changes, but still needs to be complented by Spiritual Qi.
But this is good; at least he already has the foundation of Visualization, enabling him to quickly grasp it and produce Spiritual Qi.
Once Spiritual Qi erges, there are significant improvents in mory, thinking, and constitution.
Zhang Feng stays grounded, never listens to those vague talks of walking with the wind and transformation, focusing only on what he can achieve quickly.
Moreover, Zhang Feng wastes no ti, diligently writing about Martial Arts.
When finished,
Zhang Feng stepped back a hundred steps, waiting for him to pick up the book.
The Daoist also walked over with a smile, picking up the book.
But precisely as he bent sideways, he kept an eye on Zhang Feng’s movents.
With a big downward motion of his right hand, a small mouse erged from his sleeve, then crawled up his shoulder along his arm.
At the sa ti,
Zhang Feng originally did not care, thinking everybody has so pets after all.
This Daoist seed odd, but keeping a mouse wasn’t anything unusual.
But then he thought, since he was a Daoist and it was a mouse, combined with the idea that Spiritual Thought can alter the structure of life.
Zhang Feng felt sothing was not right, and cautiously called out, "Lingshan Immortal?"
Shua—
After picking up the book, the Daoist suddenly stepped back a big step, then looked at Zhang Feng in surprise,
"Who are you? How do you know this poor Dao’s title ’Lingshan’?"
’Is it really him?’ Zhang Feng paused, first glancing at the suspiciously looking Lingshan Immortal, then at the mouse on his shoulder, suddenly unsure what to say.
Because this mouse, currently, doesn’t seem problematic.
The Lingshan Immortal also appears to be a good person.
Besides, Lingshan Immortal was keeping them locked; he just hadn’t locked them properly.
But after all, having encountered each other.
Zhang Feng could only tentatively say, "Lingshan Daoist, I must tell you, the mouse on your shoulder might cause trouble in the future. Do you believe?"
"Hahaha!" Lingshan Immortal suddenly laughed neurotically, "As expected, you also noticed that this poor Dao’s mouse is sowhat peculiar.
Indeed, it has practiced my thods.
Although only slightly acquainted with the Dao, it has developed so human-like qualities.
Saying it will harm people, this poor Dao naturally does not believe.
Moreover, with this poor Dao here, what trouble can it cause?"
"Squeak squeak..." The mouse also squeaked and curiously glanced at Zhang Feng.
"Haha!" Lingshan Immortal laughed, "It just called you Uncle Master, mistakenly thought you and I were discussing the Dao as fellow disciples."
’This person is insane.’ Zhang Feng realized where the problem lay; it was this person, ’obviously ntally split’, but his power is too high, accompanied by Spiritual Qi distortion, so he couldn’t tell.
After all, if he’s hearing mice speak, there’s clearly an issue.
Because now the mouse, currently this mouse, has not yet evolved.
Zhang Feng could tell, it was just a normal mouse.
Lingshan Immortal, however, paid no attention to what Zhang Feng thought; instead, he stroked the mouse and spoke to Zhang Feng:
"Moreover, before this poor Dao’s life ends, will find a way to restrain it, fellow Daoist, no need to worry too much."
"Lock it up?" Zhang Feng asked.
"Lock it up?"
Lingshan Immortal laughed again, his figure retreating,
"You want my apprentice to be your ’captive’, I’m not willing, I’m not willing..."
The laughter faded into the distance.
Lingshan Immortal’s figure slowly disappeared as well.
He had hidden his abilities earlier, actually able to travel seventy ters with one step following the wind direction.
Zhang Feng pursued for several miles, but seeing no one, turned his gaze toward his secret technique.
’When I learn your Cultivation Technique and add my various Martial Arts.’
’Then, I’ll go directly to the mouse hole in Da Ling Mountain to block you.’
Reviews
All reviews (0)