"What is the best way?" he kept asking himself, which way was best for him. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

If it weren't for the fact that such a problem had arisen at this fork in the road, he would not have known what path was best for him? No wonder that the thought would say something like 'yes and no', I'm afraid it just said like that, but I don't know if that's the case.

He had known for a long time that the test was not so simple, otherwise how could it be that few people knew this forbidden method? Perhaps it is not impossible for the previous tests to accumulate into this test, because each test is related, and since the previous test is easy, the later test will be difficult.

"Do you want me to choose what is best for me?" he said loudly to the light.

"He Dao?" responded to him with only two words, and the response was very serious and rigid.

He thought for a moment and said, "Immortal Dao!"

When he finished speaking, the thought did not respond to him at first, but paused for a few breaths, and then continued to ask.

"What?"

"Immortal Dao!" this time, he replied quickly without thinking.

"What?" the thought asked again after he had finished speaking.

"Immortal Dao!" this time, he thought about it for a while, and said it again.

And this time, when he finished speaking, it took about a quarter of an hour for the thought to come to pass.

"Since you haven't thought about it well, then you can go in and experience it, and experience which of the hundred paths is most suitable for you?"

Originally, he thought that the thought would ask again, but he never thought that the thought would say it like this.

In a quarter of an hour before that thought could be answered, he had already answered the Immortal Dao twice, but that thought still asked like that. This made him wonder what the Immortal Dao was all about, why was it like this?

And thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of the last time he used various Dao channels to communicate the medium between the upper and lower realms. Especially when the last one is broken with the fairy road, there is a cage, and the hundred ways are all in the cage, and the use of the fairy road to break the level is a failure, and the other hundred ways to break the level will be successfully broken. So is that going to be the case here?

In that quarter of an hour, he thought of the Immortal Dao, the immortal art and the immortal Dao that his master had taught him. The master just asked him to practice, and did not instruct him how to practice, but only told him the mental method. In the mountains, the master generally asks him to meditate and nourish the mind, which is somewhat similar to the Taoist way of self-cultivation.

Just as he hesitated about the thought and asked again, did he say something else, did he expect that the thought would say like this.

When the thought was finished, he didn't react. He saw the ball of light suddenly rush towards him, and gradually envelop him, and in a short time he was surrounded by the ball of light.

In the next moment, he felt himself enter another strange space. This space is different from other spaces, and the atmosphere revealed by this space is very complex.

There was a barren aura in front of him, but when he looked into the distance, he felt the breath of nature. The ground under his feet was full of pits, and in the distance there were patches of vegetation, a scene full of greenery.

When he looked at the green place again, he saw no longer patches of vegetation, but a vast ocean, and felt the breath of the majestic sea.

Immediately, he saw a different scene, and he couldn't help but ask himself.

"Isn't this a taste of Momochi? How can it be?"

But when he asked himself this sentence, the next moment, one after another sword qi came straight towards him. Before he could react, the sword qi rushed into his body, constantly heading towards his dantian.

The pain comes from within the body, and the pain is pain. He hurriedly sat cross-legged and guided the flow of the sword qi along the route of the exercise, but he was unable to control the flow of the sword qi.

That sword qi seemed to recognize his dantian, constantly eroding towards his dantian.

"Poof, poof, poof..."

There were a few slight sounds, this was the sound coming from his dantian. The dantian is constantly expanding, the elasticity is becoming very good, and the meridians are also constantly expanding. Gradually, sword qi filled his body.

"Boom!"

The next moment, he felt a burst of relief all over his body, and when the sword qi was no longer in his body, he stood up and felt such a different feeling.

Between the hands and feet, they all seem to have a different style. Suddenly, a sword qi condensed from his fingertips and struck directly on the ground, and in an instant, the ground was bombarded, a few zhang wide, and the power was obvious.

"Have you experienced it, this is a small part of the power of the sword, if it weren't for the fact that your body couldn't bear it, I'm afraid the power wouldn't be like this!" The voice of the thought sounded at this time.

Liu Jingyu felt that his understanding of the sword path at this time was not comparable to the usual, and the speed and power of condensing the sword qi were not comparable to before, but he still did not answer, but said in his mind Why is the immortal path like this?

"Since you can't decide yet, let you experience the experience!"

After that thought was finished, his body was filled with sword qi and instantly drained. When he felt his body getting tired, another breath poured into him.

Repeating the previous steps again, at this time, he seemed to have become a sword master, and his fingertips were no longer condensed with sword qi, but condensed into a blade. Even the breeze blowing on the blade makes a slight 'clang' sound, which is enough to see how solid the blade is, and how sharp it is.

"Huh!"

The blade in his hand was played out by him at once, and a 'boom' sounded. The ground was once again bombarded by the blade into a pit several feet wide, and he felt that the feeling of casting the blade was a little more domineering than the feeling of casting the sword qi.

He felt that the blade between the swings was so domineering, and he involuntarily waved it a few more times, and there was no feeling of not knowing the way of the knife at all, on the contrary, it was very familiar.

But before he could feel it carefully, the blade aura between his bodies was drained again, and it was replaced by another breath.

This time, he felt that his whole body was fluttering, and he didn't know what kind of breath it was. But when he took a step, he didn't believe it was a step?

When he looked back, he stepped over the crater that had been slashed by the blade just now. He tried it again, and easily crossed the big pit again.

Feeling a different experience again, he flew a few steps and ran forward, and in less than a breath, he had already flown out of dozens of miles. Could this be what Xie Zhigang said about the way of extreme speed, which is too fast, right?

He sped out again, experiencing the sensation of extreme speed. At this moment, the aura in his body was instantly drained, and he just wanted to circle around the big tree to see if the Path of Extreme Speed could be bypassed.

Seeing that it was about to crash into the big tree, another breath poured into its body.

"Bang!"

He and the tree collided with each other with a loud sound.

And behold, the tree fell, and the man stood beside the tree as if he had nothing to do.

After a while, he finally said, "Damn, this is too awesome, hit the tree straight up, could it be that this is the way of the flesh?"

He puffed up the muscles in his arms, and there were no obvious signs, but he could feel the explosive force hidden in the muscles, which was not ordinarily powerful.

Since the body is so strong at this time, how can you not experience it? So, he looked for a few big trees and slammed them straight away. The tree fell, and the person was fine.

But this time he was on guard, and every time he hit, he would probe the changes in his body, and when he felt that his body was still full of explosive power, he hit it again.

Although he was on guard, he couldn't prevent it, and the breath in his body drained again, and he slammed straight into the tree, almost knocking him apart.

"How?" said the thought just as he wanted to complain.

"How does it feel to let me experience the Immortal Dao?" he said, holding back a grumbling.

The thought was not answered, but expressed in action.

This time, he didn't feel the breath pouring into his body. Instead, I felt that things in front of me had changed, and it became like a school. He was not calm when he saw the school, but he looked at the school carefully and realized that this school was not an unknown school.

There is no one in this school, and it is not that big, it is just the appearance of an ordinary school. At this time, he stood in the center of the school, and each of the four directions had another arrangement, and the arrangement in the four directions was qin, chess, calligraphy and painting.

"Qiang, Qiang, Qiang!"

As he looked at the source of the sound, he saw that in the direction of the lyre, the strings were beating, as if an illusory hand was touching the strings.

When he heard the sound of the piano, he closed his eyes and took a closer look to see how the piano was.

When he closed his eyes and felt it, even he didn't know why he was so quick to melt into the sound of the piano.

"Qiang, Qiang, Qiang!"

The sound of the piano echoed in his ears all the time, as it blended into the way of the piano. He felt two murderous auras, and when he looked over, he saw two armies facing each other.

In a short time, the two armies began to enter the trend of killing, and the two armies became more and more fierce, blood and water were sprinkled all over the ground, and corpses were strewn all over the field.

The number of soldiers of the two armies was gradually decreasing, and it was in his moment of melancholy. As soon as the sound of the piano turned, it changed into another scene, and the battlefield was no more. A smell of desolation came slowly, as if there was a smell of decay.

The sound of the piano kept changing, and with each change he felt a different breath, which rushed towards him, but it did not cause him the slightest damage. But he knew that if that breath would hurt him, then he would not be standing here, and he would have died long ago.

After a long time, the sound of the piano was gone, and he appeared in the center of the school again.

He saw that the position of the chess pieces was changing, the black and white chess pieces kept falling on the chessboard, and he didn't know when he was integrated into the chess situation, and he felt a different feeling, not like he was falling.

After a long time, he appeared in the center of the school again. Next, he saw that there were paintings and poems that appeared out of thin air in the places of calligraphy and painting.

And every time, he didn't know how he got into it, it seemed to be natural, very easy.

In the calligraphy and painting, he felt a different feeling, different from some of the calligraphy and painting breath felt in the court, which was with a vicissitudes of life.

When he felt the feeling brought to him by the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting one after another, as he expected, the voice of the thought sounded at this moment.

"How?"

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