Chapter 4: The Foundation of the Great Sage

After remembering it, Mo Fan was eager to try, took a broom, pulled out the stick, and ran to the roof of the building in a hurry.

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Because there are often no people on the rooftop of the building, so at that time, Sister Qianyuxi also chose to cross the catastrophe here, and now Mo Fan locked the door in advance before cultivating, so as not to run into someone who suddenly broke in like him at the beginning.

Standing in the center of the rooftop, holding a stick in his right hand, Mo Fan closed his eyes and went through everything he had just remembered in his mind.

I have to say that the bombardment teaching in the hypnotic space is very effective, Mo Fan just put his hand in a starting pose, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity came to his heart, as if he had been practicing for many years, his body naturally moved, and he used the stick technique, and the body technique automatically came into play, and everything worked like flowing water.

After one time, Mo Fan felt that there was no change in his body, but he was a little tired and wanted to gasp very much.

"It's strange, it shouldn't be like this normally, right?", Mo Fan put down the stick, took out his mobile phone and read the content again, "Oh, it turns out that you have to cooperate with the trick!"

The feeling is that he opened it in the wrong way, Mo Fan was a little embarrassed, but fortunately no one saw it, and it took another five minutes to learn the formula.

Shaking his head and adjusting his mentality, Mo Fan went through it again in his mind.

After confirming that it was correct, Mo Fan waved the stick, and a strange tone came out of his mouth, and every time the stick was swung, Mo Fan not only cared about the shape, but also cared about the meaning.

Sometimes it is fierce and unparalleled, and it moves forward bravely, and sometimes it is like a soft whip, both rigid and soft, and seeks straightness in the song.

What Mo Fan needs now is to temper his body, to churn up his qi and blood, and every stick and style has exhausted his own strength to make it play its greatest role.

After the fourth time was completed, Mo Fan was sore, and his body was full of qi and blood, sweat flowed down Mo Fan's forehead, passed through his arms, sticks, and finally dripped to the ground.

Whew! A breath of turbid breath came out, and he felt the bones in his body creaking, as if they were ready to fall apart at any moment.

To be honest, it was already very difficult for a person who had no cultivation foundation to do this, Mo Fan looked like he was already shaky, and he was still holding it with a stick.

Persistence, persistence, as long as this time passes, I will officially step into the cultivation realm, and I must not give up!

Mo Fan gritted his teeth and silently cheered for himself.

"Drink"! The stick danced, and the mouth recited the formula in a deep voice, and the stick moved at will, and the intention was to go with it.

Every time he swung a stick, Mo Fan became more and more tired.

Persisting until the end, Mo Fan now only has this one thought in his mind.

Sweep, split, pick, pick!

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Finally, the qi and blood in the body were completely vigorous and boiling, and finally reached overflow.

Mo Fan threw away the broom stick and lay on the rooftop in a large shape.

"Finally, it's done, but it feels so bad now. ”

Mo Fan was exhausted, but the qi and blood in his body were surging like a volcanic eruption.

"Still lying down, if you don't hurry up and use your mental method to gather the overflowing qi and blood in your heart", a familiar voice sounded from the side.

Mo Fan turned his face sideways and saw Qian Yuxi leaning against the wall.

"Classmate Qianyuxi, you're okay!", Mo Fan said happily.

"If there is something to say, you should hurry up and cultivate, otherwise the qi and blood will subside", Qian Yuxi looked at Mo Fan with a somewhat complicated expression.

"Oh, yes", Mo Fan hurriedly sat up.

In the realm of cultivation, there are many methods of building a foundation like stars, and there are countless of them.

But in the final analysis, it is all about highly concentrating people's spirits, and then condensing them into a trace of spiritual power.

Mental power and internal energy are the foundation of the monk.

Generally speaking, the qi and blood in the human body are not controlled by human subjective thoughts under normal circumstances, and only the mental power can control the qi and blood for a simple operation.

In addition, the transformation of the power of qi and blood in the body into true qi or other energy requires the same level of spiritual power to guide and control.

When the monks were building the foundation, the mental methods they cultivated were different, and the nature of the condensed spiritual power was also different, some were like darkness and difficult to find, some were like the earth, extremely calm, and it was difficult to be defeated, and some mental methods could simulate the spiritual power.

As for the simulacrum, everything is possible, but it will generally change according to the cultivator's experience and inner thoughts, and it will not be limited to monkeyization.

Mo Fan took a deep breath, calmed the restlessness in his heart, forgot his tired body, and took the last step of condensing his spiritual strength.

Singing the heart method, the trace of golden spiritual power in his mind is simulated.

What will it look like? Hero, devil, or handsome guy? No, I'm already handsome enough, is it a beauty? Mo Fan thought to himself.

After reciting the mental method, the trace of spiritual power in his mind first blurred, and then slowly turned into a faint figure.

First the feet, then the knees, buttocks, waist, chest......

This skeuomorphism is like 3D printing, which appears from the bottom up.

What will it be like? Mo Fan is looking forward to it.

In the end, in Mo Fan's expectation, the skeuomorphization was completed.

Is this me? No, something is different.

Anthropomorphic Mo Fan, dressed in white short sleeves, a yellow close-fitting jacket, light gray slacks, and a pair of large white shoes, holding a very domineering bronze long stick in his hand, with a hint of arrogance and uninhibited on his face, he looked very domineering.

This temperament is completely different from the scholarly temperament of Mo Fan in reality.

"Handsome!"

After Mo Fan said this, he didn't have time to think about it, and he used his mental method to guide his body full of qi and blood with his spiritual power.

Gather it into your mind.

The heart is not in the position of the heart, but in the right few centimeters of the heart, in the center of the sternum, but it is impossible to find it by general examination and dissection, and it can only be discovered with mental power.

Mo Fan's first cultivation, overflowing qi and blood is really a lot, under the guidance of the spiritualized "Mo Fan", with the heart as the center, overflowing qi and blood surging from the limbs and hundreds of remains, and then slowly transformed into the power of qi and blood.

I don't know how long it took, the overflowing qi and blood were completely integrated into the heart and turned into the power of qi and blood, and Mo Fan felt that his body was no longer tired, but full of strength.

Huh, Mo Fan felt that some energy around him had entered his body to strengthen his body, although the effect was very small.

"You feel it, right? That is the aura, only those who have the qualifications to cultivate the truth can feel it, congratulations, you have officially stepped into the cultivation of the truth", Qian Yuxi interjected and leaned against the wall and said.

"What, I'm really sorry for what happened yesterday, I didn't mean to disturb you through the catastrophe", Mo Fan scratched his head and said very ashamedly.