Chapter 36: Condensing the Sun-Shooting Bow and the Sun-Shooting Arrow
After browsing the memory of the Sun Shooting Divine Skill for the tenth time in his mind, Zhang Sui broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead, and at this time, he somewhat understood the complexity of this set of Sun Shooting Divine Skills.
This set of sun-shooting divine exercises adopts the cultivation method of ninety-nine to one everywhere.
Not to mention the condensation of the Sun Shooting Divine Bow and the Sun Shooting Divine Arrow, it is condensed, and the second stage of cultivation after this is a goal that many people cannot reach in their lifetime.
Nine turns, nine rounds, nine hundred and eighty-one breakthroughs!
Zhang Sui wiped a handful of cold sweat, opened his eyes, looked at the neon dress lying beside him, closed his eyes like a sleeping machine, and gently pushed her buttocks.
Very speechless, without any sense of physical objects.
But very strangely, Nishang opened her eyes, sat up all of a sudden, blinked a pair of surprisingly large beautiful eyes, looked at Zhang Sui and said, "Master, what are you doing?" β
"What do you say I'm doing?" Zhang Sui rolled his eyes and said, "I'm practicing the Sun Shooting Divine Skill now!" There is no one to guide me, and there is no mental formula in the first stage, how can I condense the Sun Shooting Divine Bow and the Sun Shooting Divine Arrow? β
A hint of excitement flashed on Nishang's face, and she floated to the void above her head less than a meter in front of Zhang Sui, and said, "Master, did you say it earlier-"
Zhang Sui looked up at Ni Shang's pure white panties and the little wrinkled fat on the edge of the underwear, and under the effect of alcohol, his whole body was a little hot and uneasy.
"Come down, the panties are all visible!" Zhang Sui said embarrassedly.
Nishang grinned: "Master, even if you see it, you can't touch it." β
"Do you have a discipline? I can't touch it, but I can see it! Zhang Sui said sarcastically.
Nishang pouted aggrievedly, floated down, and sat opposite Zhang Sui, staring at each other with wide eyes.
Looking at Nishang's aggrieved appearance, Zhang Sui drooped his head and said secretly in his heart: "How could this Wangshu, who created a beautiful woman's strategy notes, create such a comparable machine spirit?" Pretty is pretty, but how does it feel like being a child? β
Zhang Sui sighed and said, "Don't look at me and don't speak, aren't you going to guide me to condense the Sun Shooting Divine Bow and the Sun Shooting Divine Arrow?" β
"Oh, I remember!" Ni Shang's little face suddenly became excited again, and said, "The first step, master, close your eyes and sink your dantian." β
"And then?"
"Has the master ever seen the bow?"
"Nonsense, haven't eaten pork and haven't seen a pig run? Aren't you well-versed in the knowledge of the Earth in the twenty-first century? Didn't you know that there was such a thing as the Internet and television? β
"Master, have you ever seen an arrow?"
Zhang Sui opened his eyes, his mouth twitched slightly, and he looked at Ni Shang who was looking curious on the opposite side viciously, and said angrily: "Do you believe me pumping you again nonsense?" β
"Master, you can't beat me!" The little face of the neon dress looked proud.
Zhang Sui's face was covered with black lines, and he was completely speechless.
Seeing Zhang Sui's dejected appearance, Nishang raised her eyebrows proudly and said, "Then you listen well, in fact, it is not difficult to condense the Sun Shooting Divine Bow and the Sun Shooting Divine Arrow, the difficulty is that you have to have a strong imagination." β
"Master, concentrate."
Zhang Sui took a deep breath and cleared all thoughts from his mind. Forget yourself, forget the 21st century, forget Leng Muning.
"Now, meditate on the second stage of one rotation and one round of the mind, and according to the mind, the qi in the body is activated."
"Everything is empty, I am the ...... universe," Zhang Sui silently recited according to the memory in his mind.
"Yes, that's good, the master is very smart, although it's a little worse than Ni Xiang." Nishang stared at Zhang Sui's eyelashes motionlessly, and said, "Next, master, what does Nishang say, what do you think." β
"Let's first condense the Bow of the Sun Shooter. Master, imagine that you have a curved bow in your hand. Yes, what does this bow look like? In the palm of the master's left hand, hold it! β
"Do you feel it?"
"What does the palm of your hand look like?"
Zhang Sui silently recited the mantra of the heart method and ran the exercises, while frowning, thinking about the appearance of the bow in the TV series he saw on the earth in the 21st century.
"Master, you don't have to answer my question, you just know it yourself."
Zhang Sui felt that he was in a dark world, and suddenly, a little light appeared in the palm of his hand, which was a white iron object, a finger wide, and the cross-section was close to an ellipse. This piece of iron is wrapped in a circle of prints.
Opposite Zhang Sui, Ni Shang kept asking this question repeatedly.
Nearly half an hour later, in the palm of Zhang Sui's left hand, a little white light converged, condensing a small strip of white objects with an almost oval cross-section.
The surface of the object is intertwined with a trace of texture.
Ni Xiang's beautiful eyes widened, and her breathing was a little short.
It wasn't until the items formed by the white light gathered in Zhang Sui's palm stabilized that Ni Shang's voice was a little excited: "Master, take a look again, next to your left index finger, what does the thing you hold look like?" β
β¦β¦
Nishang kept repeating the question over and over again.
Zhang Sui sat cross-legged, motionless, only frowning, as if he was thinking about something.
The next day, Zhou Yanxin walked into Zhang Sui's room and wanted to ask Zhang Sui to eat, but saw Zhang Sui's left hand holding a white bow without a bowstring.
Between the white bow and bow, the white light gradually converged, condensing a white thread out.
At the moment, the white line is growing very slowly!
Zhou Yanxin looked shocked, and his little hand covered his mouth.
This white light, all the warriors have seen it, it is qi!
In the past few days, everyone thought that Zhang Sui had no cultivation, but this qi clearly showed that Zhang Sui not only had cultivation, but also that his realm was stable above that of an intermediate warrior!
Because, only the cultivation of intermediate samurai or above, the qi can be released!
The royal lord and Buping also came over, Zhou Yanxin went to ask Zhang Sui to eat, and he didn't come back after calling for a long time, and both of them were a little puzzled.
The two of them stood at the door of the room, looking at the slowly lengthening bowstring in Zhang Sui's hand in the room, and glanced at each other, and they could see the astonishment in each other's eyes.
The three of them didn't have the heart to eat, and kept watching Zhang Sui sit cross-legged.
After waiting for most of the day, the three of them finally couldn't help but laugh at their hunger and ate first.
At night the next day, the curved bow in the hand of Zhang Sui, who was sitting cross-legged, was completely formed!
Zhang Sui opened his eyes, looked at the white bow in his hand with excitement and excitement, and pulled the bowstring hard, a "buzz" sound echoed in the room, and the bowstring kept vibrating back and forth!
Stopping the qi in his body, the white bow disappeared in the shocked gaze of the Imperial Master, Zhou Yanxin and Bu Ping!
Running the qi in his body again, Zhang Sui's hand condensed the white bow again!
"Senior brother, you areβ" Even the Imperial Master was curious at the moment.
"Wait, I don't have time to explain to you right now!" Zhang Sui rushed into the kitchen, but fortunately, Zhou Yanxin had already left food in the pot.
Hastily, after eating quickly and filling his stomach, Zhang Sui returned to the room and sat up.
Now, he has irrepressible impulses and excitement in his heart, and wants to condense the sun-shooting arrow in one go.
Seeing Zhang Sui meditating and cultivating like a demon, the Imperial Master, Bu Ping and Zhou Yan looked at each other.
In the next two days, the Imperial Master went out to catch the "prey", and Bu Ping and Zhou Yanxin stayed outside the palace of the Eighth Hall of the Second God, practicing their newly acquired inner disciple exercises.
Until the afternoon of the fourth day, at nightfall, Buping held a big knife in his hand, slowly gesturing, and Zhou Yanxin sat cross-legged, operating the qi in his body according to the mental mantra in Shennong's classics.
Suddenly, an explosion came from Zhang Sui's room.
Bu Ping was taken aback, put away the big knife, and rushed to Zhang Sui's room first.
Zhou Yanxin stopped running the exercises, stood up anxiously, and followed closely.