Chapter 1021: The Wind in My Head
For Feng Yun, what really made him feel that his spirit was not enough was not the cultivation of the exercises, but the process of creating his own exercises. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Different from the cultivation exercises, the cultivation exercises, whether the lines are fixed or not, as long as the power of the totem is driven to run according to these lines, as long as it is ensured that it can not deviate, there will be no problem, and creating your own exercises is not so simple.
If you have to use an analogy, creating your own exercises is like walking on ice, and it's thin ice, and no one knows if you will step through the ice and fall into the icy water.
In fact, in the process of creating your own exercises, the situation is much worse than this, and falling into the icy water is dangerous, but it does not mean that there is no hope at all.
It is possible for you to climb out of the ice hole, even if you can't climb up, you can still call for help, and if you are heard, you may come to the rescue and escape.
Self-created exercises, Fengyun can only rely on himself, no one can help him, even if someone wants to help him, it is absolutely impossible, it will only push him into a more dangerous situation, he can only face everything by himself.
In addition, in the self-created exercises, once a mistake is made, the consequences are likely to be devastating, and many times, he only has one chance, and he must not make a mistake.
It can be imagined how much pressure Fengyun has put on in the process of creating his own exercises, and if the pressure is high, it will make his spirit highly tense, and when he is nervous, the speed of mental consumption will increase significantly.
When the mental consumption reaches a certain level, both his thinking and his mind will be greatly affected, and the possibility of making mistakes will also skyrocket.
However, self-creation is a work that does not tolerate the slightest mistake in many cases, so for the sake of safety, Fengyun must stop working as long as he finds that his spirit has been consumed to a certain extent.
If you want to continue working, you have to wait for your spirit to recover, but it is quite difficult for your spirit to recover, even if Fengyun is much stronger than ordinary totem warriors in this aspect, each recovery will still consume a lot of his time.
If all the time is spent on recovering the spirit, Fengyun will naturally have less time to use for self-created exercises, and self-created exercises are a delicate and dangerous work, and the progress will naturally be greatly affected.
Fengyun has been suffering from this, and if the consumed spirit can be replenished in time, the speed of creating his own exercises will undoubtedly be greatly improved.
He had already tasted the sweetness of his own exercises, and if he could push it forward more, both his strength and the level of improvement of his strength would become even better.
Fengyun didn't make any efforts in the past, not only did he find a solution himself, but also asked Wu Mu Qiuxia of the Baicao tribe and Mulan Zhi, the successor of the new generation of Wu, but they were not satisfactory.
Although some results have been achieved, they are far from what he wants to achieve.
It is not difficult to imagine how excited Fengyun would be when he discovered that the flesh of the ugly fruit actually had the effect of nourishing the spirit.
If the tonic effect of the ugly fruit pulp on the spirit can meet the requirements of Fengyun, it can be said that his trip this time is worthwhile.
Compared to the last time, his harvest is already big enough.
Although from the current point of view, the help of the ugly fruit to the clan is far less effective than the rainbow rice and some other crops he brought back, but in the long run, especially when more and more people from the Huojiao tribe start to practice the exercises, its effect will really be brought into play.
The only thing that made Fengyun more nervous was how great the tonic effect of the ugly fruit pulp on the spirit was, if it was relatively small, or similar to the effect of the medicine he had found with a nourishing spirit, he would be happy in vain.
Thinking of this, Fengyun immediately forcibly calmed himself down, because only by calming down would he be able to more accurately and objectively assess how effective the ugly fruit pulp was in nourishing the spirit.
To tell the truth, Fengyun was disappointed at first, the indigestible part of the flesh of the ugly fruit did have the effect of tonifying the spirit, but it was not very obvious, at least it was not more effective than the drugs that he had found that had tonic spirits.
Although it didn't meet his expectations, Fengyun still attached more importance to the ugly fruit, not only because it tasted good, but also because as a fruit, the side effects after using it were far smaller than the ones he and the people of the Baicao tribe found those drugs with tonic spiritual effects, which was already quite good, after all, the possibility of encountering a magical existence that could solve his big problem was too small.
Disappointment is often too high hopes, when Fengyun returned to his normal mind, his mood became peaceful, and he decided to swallow it, and digested the ugly fruit flesh in his belly that was difficult to consume.
That way, he can eat a little more, and when the time comes, it will be easier for him to pack.
Don't look at this forest is not big, and not all trees are ugly fruit trees, but it can't stand the fact that it bears a lot of fruit.
If he doesn't eat it now and packs the rest away, the amount is too much to carry, and he doesn't have that big a bag to hold them.
Unexpectedly, as the hard-to-digest part of the ugly fruit flesh in his stomach was digested little by little, Fengyun slowly discovered an anomaly, and he felt as if a gust of wind appeared in his head, cool and very comfortable.
That's not the point, the point is that as this cool breeze keeps blowing in Fengyun's mind, his mental fatigue is rapidly disappearing.
The mental fatigue in front of it is like dust and haze, which is quickly swept away by it, and it feels like a tiring day in the scorching sun, after taking a hot bath, the breeze blows, not to mention how pleasant it feels.
It's just a pity that the spirit of consumption is not very nourishing.
Just like taking cold medicine after a cold, the negative effects of the cold will be alleviated to varying degrees, but the cold itself is not really better, and it takes a certain amount of time to completely heal.
Regret didn't stay in Fengyun's heart for too long, and soon he was relieved.
People should not be too greedy, the flesh of the ugly fruit is already quite helpful to him.
While waiting for his mental recovery, although his movements will still be restricted, and he can't do those jobs that will consume a lot of mental power, he still has a lot of things to do, and what is there to be dissatisfied.
But what Fengyun never expected was that just when he was no longer extravagant, a surprise suddenly befell him.