Xia Yuan pasted the Yin Jade on the painting.

Waited a few breaths.

No change.

Just when Xia Yuan was already doubting whether this thing was useful.

The white clouds on the painting actually moved!

It's like a serpent that has found food and awakened from hibernation.

Then, greedily swam towards the yin jade.

The surface pressed by the yin jade became pitch black, like a giant mouth, and it was like leading to another unknown world.

In the next moment, the black jade disappeared out of thin air.

Xia Yuan took two steps back, and by the yellow light of the twelve bronze lanterns, he quietly looked at the ink painting.

The painting is becoming fairy-like, presenting a strange three-dimensional sense of realism, as if a great power has added a few strokes to the painting.

This reminded Xia Yuan of the Western-style three-dimensional painting before the crossing, but three-dimensional painting is a painting method after all, and the three-dimensional sense of this white cloud picture at this time is very real.

He stared at the painting for a long time, and even felt the ink clouds on the painting move slightly.

Xia Yuan took a deep breath and easily immersed himself in the imagery of the painting.

For a moment, he only felt that his spirit had completely merged with the image of this visualization.

He really seemed to be standing in the clouds.

The black rain outside the house was gone.

The cold wind blowing across the lake is gone.

He opened his eyes and looked around, and it was white...

This cloud is freehand, ethereal, and transcendent, but after all, it is a painting, an abstract existence.

And he actually stood on this abstract existence.

He tentatively took a step forward, and it turned out to be a step directly on the clouds.

One step to the edge of the clouds, condescending, overlooking the world at the bottom of the clouds, the mood was transcendent for a while, and this state of mind was subtly changing him, elevating him, and the blood in the body was strangely fused together.

It's been a long time.

Xia Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

It's all back.

The sound of wind and rain.

Dark.

There is also the artistic conception of "people are here, and the heart is outside the sky" at this time, which is obviously a level higher than the previous artistic conception, which can be regarded as an "upgrade" of the exercises.

Not only is it "upgraded", but it also perfectly connects and fits the original state of mind, without any demons and distractions.

Xia Yuan felt this indescribable change in his body, and with the purpose of the experiment, he turned his right hand and grabbed the long sword at his waist.

The sword was unsheathed, and the blood vibrate.

A cloud shadow appeared behind him.

This phantom is a little more solid than before.

You must know that the previous phantom was just a faint layer of clouds, only showing a general outline, and only under the drive of blood strength, would it condense into a substantial phantom somewhere.

But now, the phantom behind him has a shape.

- Posture of the clouds!

With this state of mind, he turned his wrist and suddenly slashed out towards the practicing wooden man on the side.

Brush!

That round of mist phantom suddenly surged towards his arms, palms, sword blades, and sword tips...

According to the original exercises, what should be presented should be an immortal finger.

But at this time, a sword light suddenly appeared in the dark void.

This sword light was not gorgeous, but Xia Yuan found that his body had disappeared in place along with this sword light.

Brush!

The sword flashed.

The others are already practicing the other side of the wooden man.

Behind him, the wooden man finally had some reaction, making a snorting sound, followed by a "pop", Xia Yuan looked back, and saw that the wooden man's head had rolled to the ground.

"It's so fast! It's still the realm of the Earth Lock Quadruple, and it's just a round of phantoms, but the power is completely different, and the speed has increased a lot. ”

Xia Yuan continued to experiment, and reached out to grab another silver bean, raised his left hand, and held the silver bean with two fingers.

Let go.

Silver beans began to fall.

At the same moment, he drew his sword again and drew it.

The ethereal shadow of the sword light suddenly appeared and disappeared.

Brush!

The sword flashed.

Da!

Stepping on the ground.

Xia Yuan's figure suddenly circled, and where he stepped on, several circles of clouds and mist rose, just like a somersault cloud with a head of 108,000 miles, which completed an instantaneous shrinkage of the ground into inches between square inches, making his figure turn in an instant, and it was two zhang away.

It's an exaggeration, but it's really fast.

He jerked back to see that the silver bean had only fallen half the distance.

Smack.

The silver beans fell to the ground.

Xia Yuan put his sword back into the sheath, and then looked at the practicing wooden man, his left arm had been cut off by the sword he had just made.

"That's okay at this speed... ：

Xia Yuan was quite satisfied.

...

...

Distance.

Zhu Zhenyue woke up in the middle of the night, and suddenly his heart moved, and he pushed the window open to look at the attic on the side, the attic was still lit by candlelight, and a black shadow in the candlelight was still practicing swords.

Ning Xiaoran didn't sleep well, since the banquet that day, she hadn't been able to close her eyes properly, and she was sad and uncomfortable.

Seeing her husband's gaze, she asked, "What time is it, Yuan'er is still cultivating?"

Zhu Zhenyue sighed and didn't say anything.

Both husband and wife are like mirrors in their hearts.

After Yuan'er knew what happened at the banquet that day, he must have gone to the White Dragon King and begged bitterly, and then the White Dragon King showed him the way, and now he is trying hard.

After all, I am still a child, and I don't know that there are some things in this world that cannot be changed.

If you set the exercises, you will make a fate.

But the vast majority of people don't even have the power to make orders, so who will choose?

It's a real encounter.

Although the Wuxin Sword Dao is useless, it is the inheritance of their Wuxin School Palace for hundreds of years, helping them gain a firm foothold in Chiyue Mountain, so be it, success is also unintentional, and defeat is unintentional.

"Let him go. ”

"What a good boy..."

The two sighed silently, and then lay on the bed, neither of them spoke, and neither of them could sleep.

...

in the attic.

I don't know how long it took.

It's almost getting dark.

The young man put the long sword horizontally on his knees, breathing evenly, in one night, he had completed a small half of the strength consolidation, and as long as he studied hard and practiced hard, it should be about the same.

He looked at the "mutated" ink painting in front of him.

I can't help but think of a finishing story in an ancient legend.

The story says that in ancient times, there was a peerless monk who painted a dragon on the east wall of the "Yabu Tenryuji Temple", and every day the warrior monks in the temple practiced against the wall and visualized to improve their strength.

A hundred years later, there was a stupid monk in the "Eight Heavenly Dragon Temple", others practiced martial arts, he liked to be in a daze, others chanted, he also liked to be in a daze, especially like to stare at a certain place all the time, maybe to see a flower, maybe a piece of grass, maybe a leaf.

Such a dumb monk, placed in other places, was afraid that he would be ridiculed and expelled from the temple, but the abbot directly made an exception to accept him as a disciple, and then taught him carefully and took him to travel all over the world.

After that, the abbot became nirvana, and the monk was still wandering outside.

Yun Wander to the Eight Heavenly Dragon Temple, and have forgotten him.

Even his Dharma name has been given to others.

But, five hundred years later, in a midsummer thunderstorm night, a barefoot monk in rags came from afar, although the Babu Tianlong Temple is not a big temple, but it is the middle temple of the Beiyin Buddha, the incense is OK, naturally will not let this wandering barefoot monk enter the temple.

The legend reads:

He came from the storm, but the storm did not touch him.

He came barefoot, but his feet were not stained.

In front of the door, the novice asked him where he was from, but he didn't speak, just smiled and folded his hands together, and stepped out, but he was no longer there.

He swept up the wind and rain, and the wind and rain became his brush.

He raised his hand and waved, and the Buddha light became his ink.

A chant sounded between heaven and earth, and he suddenly nodded at the dragon's eye on the mottled yellow wall, and then laughed.

The monks rushed one after another, only to see a dragon soaring up from the wall, upstream Qiankun, downstream Yellow Spring, between the thunderstorm of heaven and earth, winding and lingering.

When I looked again, the ascetic had disappeared.

Since then, several monks have emerged from the Eight Heavenly Dragon Temple, and they have also crossed from the middle to the top in one fell swoop in the Beiyin Buddha Kingdom.

But, after all, it's a long time ago, and today's Babu Tianlong Temple doesn't seem to be very famous, and there are special people who have seen enough, there is a dragon on the wall of the monk's temple, but it's not so strange at all, it's a little lifelike, and it's also a visualization map, but because of the age, it's been mottled, and it has become a legendary attraction...

Xia Yuan didn't know why he suddenly thought of this.

Perhaps, this is one of the few legends that record the ability to improve the level of exercises.

He yawned, feeling physically and mentally exhausted, and decided to get up and go to breakfast, and then sleep for a day and a night.

Before leaving, he glanced at the "mutated" ink painting.

The feeling of "clouds and mist" on the painting seems to be a little less.

It's as if the "taste" has faded ...

"Could it be that there is a limit to the number of comprehensions?"

He went back to the house, rubbed his eyes, and lay down on the bed and fell asleep.