Those years of farming in the mountains

Chapter 178

Practice cannot be accomplished overnight.

However, what Chen Yu didn't expect was that after filling the Qi into the body, the first thing to change was neither the vigorous inner Qi in the body, nor the fetal breath in the lower dantian, nor the spirit in the Niwan Palace.

It's inner strength.

He hasn't made any progress for a long time, making this power almost forgotten by him.

The Dragon and Tiger Pass is hard to find, trapping the vast majority of talented people. The fact that he has not made any progress in martial arts strength for several months has made Chen Yu no longer have any expectations.

Now take one step forward, and there will be a brighter future.

Under the moonlit night, he concentrated on thinking, and soon opened his brows. At first, his mind was focused on other things, and he didn't think about his strength. Now that he has transformed into energy, he thinks about it, but there is a reason, not created out of thin air.

"The kung fu of martial arts is in the physical body. Body cultivation, body training, hammer strength, whether externally applied medicine powder, internally supplemented with gold and stone, everything is to develop the potential of the physical body."

But now his physical body and qi are almost united, his spirit is entangled, and his fetal breath is surplus, as if there is an inexplicable intention circulating in his body.

It is called "through" in Taoism, and "tong" in martial arts.

Under the transparent body, it seems ordinary to pass through the dragon and tiger, and it is not worth making a fuss about.

That's all.

Chen Yu swung his fist and performed a set of punches. He could clearly feel that the coordination in his body was far from what it was before. The strength dissipated all over his body and could explode anytime and anywhere, ranging from half his body to as small as a finger.

Moreover, the musculoskeletal pressure is not great under continuous excitation, and the damage is very small.

This is no longer something ordinary second-rate people can do. Although they also master Hua Jin, they don't have the recovery power and physical toughness.After a brief burst, you will fall into a state of exhaustion. Of course, the confrontation between masters is fast and ruthless. No one will fight for a long time, that is too fake.

Maybe, I can compete with those veteran warriors for the title of first-class master?Thoughts arose, and then fell again. Chen Yu practiced martial arts, but he was not keen on false fame. Yunheguan lived in the mountains, and he was the only one. He didn't have the need to become famous and compete with other sects for disciples.

Fighting and killing is so tiring, it is better to engage in spiritual plants, which is far more real than a name.In addition, the technique of collecting breath from within is about to move closer to collecting all spirits from outside. Now that the energy filling into the body has been successfully completed, my head is full of how to attract and eat spirituality.

He is busy.

There are five levels of martial arts under the mountain, but only four of them really involve class ranks: those who master and concentrate can be called third-rate, those who fight against dragons and tigers are regarded as second-rate, and those who attack with strength outside are called top-notch. Talent can be dubbed the name of the master by the world.

A hundred years ago, there were good people in the Jianghu who made a list for the second-rate dragons and tigers. After a while, the list was invalidated. The whole family of the people who made the list were pierced by thorns and hung on the earthen platform to dry for a hundred days. .

Terrible.

But warriors are combative, especially when fame and fortune are involved. The list is gone, but the fight has not stopped.Over time, second-rate dragons and tigers have first-rate sayings.

Chen Yu is not interested in first-class or not, but there is nothing to dislike if he has kung fu, and he has more confidence to protect his own way.

Now, he can kill that big black guy without condensing his energy into an iron fist.One slap may not be enough, but two slaps are definitely more than enough.

The sense of security has greatly increased.

……

The fallen flowers are colorful and the grass is delicious.

In spring and summer, Qingtai in the southwest is more beautiful than in previous years.

On the mountainside, under the shade of the trees, Chen Yu was playing a bamboo fan, which was a bit heavy, but when it was fanned up and down, there was a cool breeze, which was especially refreshing.

It's a pity that there is no watermelon on the mountain, no matter how bad papaya and cucumber are, otherwise, if you put it in front of you, take a bite from time to time, the sweet juice will burst between your lips and teeth, soaking your mouthpiece, and you will be yearning to think about it.

After a short break in the afternoon, he got up to move around.

Time to do the right thing.

The medicinal fields need not be taken care of for the time being, and the big white root will only sprout, and it will take more than half a month to grow.The long white millet in half an acre of land also grows freely, without worry.

Since the end of filling energy, Chen Yu began to focus all his energy on the spiritual level, or that layer of gray and silent place hidden behind the present world.

In just two days, they entered more than ten times.

I don’t move when I’m gone, just observe my surroundings like this, and sometimes make some things in this world to see what the reflection inside will show.

Most of the time, it is quiet, doing basic records and understanding.He has also seen some special situations more than ten times, and has some speculations, but he suspects that these changes are related to spirituality, and he cannot directly observe them without grass pills.

Just keep it in your mind and save it for later.

Bu Gu Gu, Ji Ji...

In an instant, the chaotic and noisy birds chirping stopped abruptly, the wind was also calm, and the vegetation was still shaking, but there was no sound.

As if the mute was pressed, everything was silent.

Silently, Chen Yu came here again.In front of my eyes is the familiar grayness, monotonous tone, not as colorful as when I permeated spirituality.

It seems that all the ink has been taken off, and the foreground objects are the same as the outside world. However, when you go to a place a little farther away, it is like covering a layer of gauze, which is blurred and unreal.

Outside the courtyard, it is hazy, and the mountains are like ghosts hidden in the mist. In the overlapping shadows, the sky and the earth seem to be connected together.

call--

Breathe out lightly, and you can see tiny fine dust flowing with the sudden 'wind'.But Chen Yu, who has verified it many times, is very clear that this is just an illusion. Those dust particles are the reflection of dust in this world, and the promotion here cannot really affect it.

What flows is only the shadow, just like the long shadow under the tree, no matter how the sun shines, only the shadow moves and shrinks, and the tree always stands upright.

Not a cent less, not half a cent longer.

The internal and external scenes are related, but the connection is extremely subtle.

Based on what he saw and heard before him, Chen Yu called the place under his feet that he could only perceive with mental power the 'inner scene'.

And the step where the spirit envelops the whole body and enters it is called "entering the void" by him.

Hidden into the interior, seeing is believing.

But whether it is true or not seems to be debatable...

Inner scenes are not just shadows.

As the spiritual power dropped, a touch of silver ash wrapped around the wooden talisman in his arms, and a deep and dazzling color emerged, and the three nodes swam on the pattern.

Pattern core.

Now the only thing that allows him to intuitively feel the existence of spirituality is, to some extent, the manifestation of spirituality.

It can be observed only with mental power without relying on grass pills.

Keeping the lines in mind, he tried to outline them in the outside world, and the silver gray lingered in the air, rising and dancing.

After trying several times, I finally copied the last stroke and fixed it in front of my eyes.After waiting for a while, I found that there was nothing special.

Can't you?

With a thought, the simple texture dissipated.

Chen Yu secretly thought that he wanted to use the core nodes on the wooden talisman to attract spirituality, but it was obviously not that simple, he had to change his mind.As for breathing directly into the pattern, he tried, but he couldn't draw out the spirituality.

Internal respiration has not reached that level.

(End of this chapter)