When a person calms down, the door of wisdom is opened.

In three days, Tang Bai's injuries were mostly healed, and he did not provoke the monster, but quietly thought about countermeasures.

But in the face of absolute power, all stratagems are clouds.

The monster was no longer as irritable as before, a pair of green eyes stared at Tang Bai, snorting from time to time, occasionally sticking out its injured tongue to relieve some pain, and then couldn't help but let out a low roar, obviously angry.

A man and a beast look at each other like this, and no one can bear anyone.

Just when Tang Bai was thinking about how to deal with the monster, the waterhole changed, the originally calm water suddenly rolled up, and then a huge water column rose to the sky, like a fountain, jumping up and down, all kinds of fish sink and float in it, there are black and white, red and blue, some big and small, some involuntarily rush up with the water column, how can not get rid of the momentum of the water column; With a bang, it turned into countless droplets, carrying large and small fish and falling into the pool.

The world is unpredictable, and the fish that leap out of the pool in anger see different scenery and experience a different living space, but what awaits them is death.

Is this the legendary saying that if you don't die, you won't die?

After a pillar of incense, the water column rises again, and the crystal clear water droplets bloom and fly like fireworks.

The monster turned, and its wounded tongue curled in the water, and fish of all sizes were swept into its mouth.

In its eyes, nothing is more important than eating.

Tang Bai suddenly realized that the monster had been locked here for an unknown number of years, and it had not been starved to death, but it was eating fish and meat.

This waterhole seems to be connected with the dark river, and there are countless swimming fish, that is, is the bottom of the pool the way out?

But the monster was locked by the waterhole, and Tang Bai wanted to enter the waterhole, but he still couldn't spare it.

At a loss, Tang Bai couldn't help but scold: "This dead monster, there is food and drink here, why did you fall in love with Lao Tzu's small body." Thinking about it, I was a little impulsive, and a voice in my heart kept saying: "Lao Tzu is hungry, don't want to eat enough." As soon as he stood up, he sighed again, stopped, and forced himself to calm down.

The monster had suffered in Tang Bai's hands, always vigilant against him, seeing him stand up, he hurriedly turned around, his wings spread to both sides, and he waved twice like two door panels, and roared twice like a threat, seeing that Tang Bai did not dare to move forward, at this time, there was a column of water rising into the sky, and he hurriedly turned around and used his tongue to roll the fish in the column of water into his belly.

Tang Bai muttered to himself: "Lao Tzu doesn't believe that you can't be a low-level animal, the so-called enemy enters me, the enemy retreats and I advance, Lao Tzu sees if you can endure me." With that, he took two more steps, and when the monster turned around, he retreated back to the passage, and after a few times, the monster missed two opportunities to eat, and roared in anger, and for a moment he could not bear Tang Bai.

Perhaps afraid of missing the time to eat, after Tang Bai tried it a few times, the monster ignored him and just waited quietly for the time to eat.

When the water column was intermittent a few times, Tang Bai no longer tempted, rushed out like an arrow, and stabbed the long sword in his hand towards a big fish that fell on the edge of the pool, this kind of life was threatened, his spirit was extremely focused, it seemed that all the spirit and spirit were condensed in this sword, this stab, he really felt the essence of the stabbing words in the "Eighteen Moves of Swordsmanship", as if the depression that had been held in his heart during this time stabbed out with this sword.

The movements are very smooth, the essence and qi are combined, the qi and the strength are combined, as natural as flowing water, this thorn, the stab is incisive, there is an inexplicable connection between the sword and the heart, as if he is the sword, the sword is him.

The long sword seemed to have life, even if the fish suddenly jumped up from the ground in fright, but the sword light passed through the fish's mouth very quickly and accurately.

Tang Bai was not immersed in the victory of this sword, he was sober-minded and understood that the opportunity was only for a moment, so after he succeeded, he didn't think about it, and quickly retreated in the direction of the passage.

Sure enough, the monster reacted very quickly, although it didn't turn around quickly, but its long tail suddenly swept across, like a huge black iron rod, mixed with the whirring wind swept towards Tang Bai.

Tang Bai had been prepared for a long time, he was not flustered, and when his mind was calm, he suddenly had a familiar feeling, he could clearly feel the power, speed, and trajectory of the monster's tail sweeping, and this feeling was as natural as the autumn wind had not yet arrived at the cicada prophet.

He was secretly happy in his heart, his feet glared, and when the monster's tail was approaching, he jumped up and dodged by a fraction of a mile.

This thrilling scene stimulated his scalp to tingle, the dopamine in his brain was rapidly secreted and absorbed, and his heart beat fast like a drum.

It was like dancing on the blade of a knife, fighting with death, and the blood in his body couldn't help but boil, and there was a crazy thought in his mind, a desire to try.

He kept taking deep breaths, suppressing the desire in his heart, and muttered to himself hypnotically: "Steady, steady, this is an illusion, don't be impulsive." ”。 Then he shifted his mind to the sword in his hand.

There is a fish on the tip of the sword, this fish is strange, the whole is white, the mouth of the fish has long whiskers, more than a foot long, the scales are very thin, it looks strong and fat.

After eating the tongue of the monster several times, when I saw this delicate fish, I only felt that my tongue was full of relish, and I was hungry and unbearable, and I wanted to scrape the scales and remove the intestines immediately, and eat a large piece.

Tang Bai forcibly resisted his desire, took the fish off the tip of the sword, put it in the passage, and stared at the monster not far away.

He felt like a wolf at this time, calm and fierce, without any emotion in his heart, staring at his prey, waiting for an opportunity.

The opportunity came again, Tang Bai rushed out without hesitation, took out his sword, stabbed, retracted his sword, retreated, and synthesized in one go.

This sword seems to be a kind of art, and there is an intoxicating beauty in the movement.

He felt that his swordsmanship had sublimated again.

And the next few times, he has maintained this calm state, every shot, regardless of timing, speed, strength, is very perfect, no miss, this extreme concentration, let him feel more profound about the thorn, more sensitive to the changes in the body and the surrounding environment.

This is not a 'fixed state', this is the rapid progress of his martial arts in extreme concentration.

The waterhole regained its calm, and the monster didn't seem to have enough to eat, and roared at Tang Bai again.

Tang Bai was very calm, constantly recalling the scene when the sword was drawn in his mind, and then combined with the essentials of the tattoo technique, he constantly corrected, experienced, and extended.

With enough food, he retreated to the stone prison, and after eating and drinking enough, he continued to practice the basic swordsmanship in the "Eighteen Moves of Swordsmanship".

The change in attitude made him more like an apprentice of martial arts, he would focus on practicing each move hundreds of times, and then seriously think about the use of these basic sword moves.

His spirit was completely immersed in the world of sword skills, forgetting everything in the world.

This state of extreme concentration is not comparable to those half-hearted martial artists.

In this enclosed space, Tang Bai has no desires, no other thoughts, as if only the instinct of life remains, when he is hungry, he scrapes the scales of the fish to hide and eats a large piece; when he is tired, he recites and meditates, breathes and breathes; occasionally sleeps to recuperate; after waking up, like a puppet, he constantly stabs, splits, picks, and sharpens on the stone wall.

The sword marks on the stone wall are criss-crossed, and the swordsmanship is becoming more and more proficient, and he really feels the realm of 'craftsman' and the spirit of craftsman.

Craftsman is a kind of refinement and perseverance; like an old farmer, hoeing and ploughing the ground, can harvest fruitful fruits; like a drop of water, only day after day, year after year of perseverance, can the water drop through the stone.

After seven or eight days, he seemed to wake up from a big dream, and his mind gradually rose, and he suddenly remembered that if the waterhole suddenly changed again, he had missed the opportunity to hunt for food.

So he hurried out of the stone prison again.

The monster seemed to have changed its temperament, and it turned a blind eye to Tang Bai and treated it as air.

Tang Bai's heart moved, and he took two steps forward and entered the attack range of the monster.

Tang Bai's provocation aroused the fury of the monster, and his huge body stood up and rushed towards Tang Bai with a low roar.

Tang Bai took two steps back wittily, returned to the passage, and ignored the monster's fangs and claws, and practiced swordsmanship one sword at a time.

After roaring for a long time, the monster retreated helplessly to the old place, and as soon as it relaxed, Tang Bai entered its attack range again.

The monster was even more furious, and when it flew over, Tang Bai retreated into the passage, concentrating on practicing swordsmanship.

Several times like this, the monster was almost driven crazy by Tang Bai, and its limbs stepped on countless holes by the waterhole, roaring incessantly.

After a few more days, the water in the pool swelled again, and Tang Bai was sure that there must be an undercurrent under the pool that was constantly rushing upward, otherwise there would not be a column of water rising and falling.

The monster didn't eat enough last time, and it was exhausted by Tang Bai's torture during this time, and this time he let Tang Bai grab food, and the giant eyes of the copper bell stared at the waterhole, not letting go of every opportunity to eat.

Tang Bai didn't dare to relax, his spirit was highly concentrated, constantly out of the sword, stabbing, and then quickly retreating; every time he made a sword, his speed would be a point faster, and the cooperation with the body method would be more suitable; every time he made a sword, he seemed to be assassinating a high emperor, all his spirit and strength were concentrated on the tip of the sword, there was a kind of wind and water cold, and the strong man was gone forever.

The harvest of food was twice as much as the last time, and the problem of eating was temporarily solved, Tang Bai finally breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to practice his sword, constantly harassing monsters, waiting for the waterhole to change, and then taking risks to grab food, so after more than a month, his swordsmanship became more and more solid, and he couldn't help but have other thoughts, and the madness hidden in his character began to sprout again like a seed.