Time passed slowly as he waited for the instructions and guidance of that thought, and he didn't know how long it had passed, maybe a while, maybe a few days, or even longer, but he knew that the waiting time was very long. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He was stunned in the face of the cage surrounded by these nine pillars, and he had never found out what the cage of the nine pillars was, let alone what the cage surrounded by these nine pillars was.

Suddenly, at this moment, he vaguely felt a thought ringing in his mind, "Hold your breath and concentrate!"

It is such a vague and short sentence that rings in my head, and when I hear a mind instructing me, it means that there is hope.

He immediately walked cross-legged, holding his breath and concentrating, keeping his mind as ethereal as possible.

After a while, he felt a shaking. Then he slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was no longer the cage surrounded by the nine large pillars, but the strange space he had communicated with for the first time.

And in that space full of sword qi and its potholes, there were four big characters like this.

"Comprehend!

From the literal understanding, it is not difficult to see what he wants to express, this is to let him comprehend the sword qi in this space, and fill in the potholes, and he must use the sword qi he has comprehended in this space to fill in.

It was easy to understand what these four words were trying to convey, and it was not difficult for him to fill in the potholes in the ground. The difficulty lies in comprehending the sword qi in the space, and it is still necessary to use the sword qi comprehended in the space to fill in the potholes on the ground.

Either way, you don't know if it works until you try it.

At this time, he immediately sat cross-legged on the ground and began to comprehend the sword qi in this space.

And the sword path he practiced was all guided by the sword saint in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and now the first thing that comes to mind is the scene when he duel with the sword saint at that time, the scene where the sword saint wields it, and the scene where the sword saint instructs himself.

Gradually, his mind became infinitely closer to an ethereal state. At this time, he had forgotten the scene of the duel with the Sword Master, and thought of the scenes of his sword practice at dusk.

Gradually, the sword qi in this space slowly gathered around him, and gradually entered his body again, constantly circulating. And when this sword qi gradually entered his body, it circulated through the meridians of his whole body, and finally went straight into the dantian. When the sword qi entered the dantian, he felt that the sword qi with a powerful force was so powerful.

At this time, he didn't seem to know that his mind was following the sword qi and gradually entering the dantian. I felt that the sword qi continued to enter the body, and it kept flowing through the meridians of the whole body, and finally converged in the dantian.

And in the dantian, there seems to be a mini version of the villain practicing swords, and it seems to be sitting cross-legged, which is difficult to distinguish.

I don't know how long it has been, but when he woke up, he felt a little dazed and unnatural. But the feeling in my heart was as if I was saying, "You have comprehended the sword qi in this space." ”

He didn't know if he had comprehended the sword qi in this space, but now, only practice could know whether he had comprehended it?

Running the exercises, the sword qi in this space gradually converged towards his side in an instant. And he thought in his heart, "The sword qi gathers into a sword and fills these pits." ”

And these sword qi really seemed to have spirituality, and these sword qi converged into sword blades, sweeping towards these potholes. In less than a dozen breaths, these potholes were filled in an instant.

Seeing this happening, he felt that it was a little unreal, very unreal! But now is not the time to think about this situation, and this space does not allow it.

As he used his sword to break through this level, his eyes felt dark, and then he appeared in another strange space.

This strange space is naturally the strange space communicated by his second painting.

This is a strange space similar to 'Tianmu Mountain', but he knows in his heart that this must not be the Tianmu Mountain he has lived in since he was a child, so he doesn't know what it is?

He didn't take the lead in observing the situation of this 'Tianmu Mountain', but looked up to see if a few big characters appeared in the sky.

There are no hints, it's still the same scene as the first time.

At this time, he had to think about what this meant, without any instructions or guidance.

The first thing to rule out is to climb to the top of Tianmu Mountain. Because this is the medium that the painting Tao communicates, it must be related to the painting Tao.

He sat under a big tree and thought about it for a long time, but he didn't think about what it meant. When I think of that medium, many paintings appear in my mind, and the most of them are the paintings of Tianmu Mountain, which may be the painting of this 'Tianmu Mountain'.

Since it is painting, it is necessary to have pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. But now he has nothing, how can he paint.

Thinking of this, he stood up and looked for a relatively flat place with a good view, and when he cleared a place where he could paint, he began to observe how this 'Tianmu Mountain' was different.

When he observed, it was no different from Tianmu Mountain, where he had lived for more than ten years, and it was exactly the same.

At this time, he picked up a branch that he had been preparing for a long time next to him and began to concentrate on painting.

In a short time, a painting of Tianmu Mountain was painted in this open space, which was a bit vivid. But when he stopped writing and sensed entering the next communication space, there was no movement, and he was still in the same place.

"Why is this happening? isn't it like this? If not, what is it?" he couldn't help but ask himself in the bottom of his heart.

"Could it be that the painting you made is not what you want?"

When he thought of this, he erased the painting and made another painting.

After a while, a painting was finished, and there was no movement. After a while, another painting was completed, but there was still no movement.

At this point, he didn't know how many paintings he had repainted, but he didn't see any movement after each painting.

At this time, he was a little depressed, but as soon as he thought about what he was doing now, his heart instantly lifted. He wondered what he was painting was different, or the environment in which he was painting was different.

"Could it be that the environment in which the painting is painted is not on the ground, but it is also not on paper, is it imagination?" When he thought of this, he paused and kept muttering, "Imagination, imagination... Could it really be an imaginary imagination in your head?"

Whether it is like this or not, he has to practice, and if he does not practice, there will always be success, and only after practice can he know whether he is successful or not.

He hurriedly closed his eyes and sank his mind, let his mind be empty, and sketched the picture of this 'Tianmu Mountain' in his mind. But it is so simple to sketch the picture of 'Tianmu Mountain' in my mind.

When it outlines the front picture, and the back picture is not connected, but when it connects the back picture, it forgets how to connect the front picture.

He tried several times in succession, but he was unsuccessful. At this time, he had to stop sketching the picture of 'Tianmu Mountain' in his mind. Think of a way to figure out how to clearly outline the picture of 'Tianmu Mountain' in your mind, and how the front picture is connected with the back.

And this time, he thought of that battle again, and thought of the calligraphy and paintings made by a generation of calligraphy and painting masters Grandpa Gan, protecting Yu Yan's safety. At that time, Grandpa Gan drew a volley in the void, and a clear picture appeared.

Then, like before, he completely forgot about Grandpa Gan's every move in the air. Then, he imagined himself in the void. This is really a painting, although it is not as sacred and vivid as Grandpa Gan's painting!

Over and over again, he didn't know how many paintings he had drawn in his mind. From the simple picture at the beginning to the complex picture at the end, to the final picture of 'Tianmu Mountain'.

And this picture of 'Tianmu Mountain' is not so real, it is very rough. And the sense of the picture is also not connected, and he is now focusing on the sense of the picture.

I don't know how long it has been, and I don't know how many pictures of this 'Tianmu Mountain' have been made, but it has not been clearly connected to the picture.

I don't know how many paintings he drew in his mind, but gradually, the sense of cohesion was also slowly connected, and the sense of the picture was gradually strengthened.

Then, he didn't know how many paintings he had in his mind, and the sense of cohesion could keep up, and it was perfect enough. The sense of the picture is also slowly strengthened, and then a clear picture of 'Tianmu Mountain' appears.

He painted again several times in a row, and then he made a complete picture in his mind.

Before he could sense the difference in this 'Tianmu Mountain', he felt a gust of wind, and then he felt a burst of dizziness.

In this case, he naturally knew that he had already broken through the level with painting, but he never knew why it was such a simple breakthrough. At this moment, he looked at the large sea of thunder in front of him.

This time, he didn't need much prompting or guidance, he knew that he was going to cross this thunder sea by himself, and he was a little panicked when he thought about it.

Looking at this large sea of thunder, although this sea of thunder is not endless. But it's also quite vast, at least as vast as a big city, enough to imagine.

In any case, he calmed his mind and started to move towards this thunder sea.

When he walked into this thunder sea, he could clearly hear the sound of 'sizzling'. When he put one foot into the thunder sea, he felt a burst of electricity flow through his body, which was very comfortable.

Sensing this situation, he stepped his other foot into the thunder sea, and he still felt a sense of comfort. So he walked a few steps with his feet up. As he got closer, the feeling of the current intensified.

His sensation at this time was no longer comfortable, but a slight pain. But he still let this current flow through his body, as if he was exercising his body and strengthening his physical body.

Letting go of the pain and taking another step, the pain deepened again. He could clearly feel the constant flow of electricity in his body, and vaguely felt that his physical body was getting stronger.

First bitter and then sweet, this is the true expression of his heart. With sweetness comes motivation, so that the electricity stimulates the whole body, and he is stepping forward. After pausing with each step, he adjusted to the stimulation of this thunder sea and the pain it brought, and then took a step forward.

Gradually, he didn't know how long he had been walking in the thunder sea, nor how far he had walked in the thunder sea. He only knew that if he took a step forward, he would probably not be able to bear the pain caused by thunder and lightning.

At this time, he didn't know how long he had stopped in place, and he had been adapting to the stimulation of this thunder sea, but he had not made progress.

He could now feel the green tendons in his body bulging, and his flesh was stimulated by the lightning and bloodstains. I'm afraid that if you take a step forward, you will see flesh and blood, right?

After adapting to the same place for so long, if you don't move forward, you can only stop there. Now, he had to take a risk, but it was a very difficult step.

His whole body was paralyzed by the lightning stimulus, and when he lifted his right foot, little by little, moved forward. The pain in his right foot was no longer pain, it was so painful that it was no longer a sensation, perhaps the equivalent of not feeling it.

As his right foot moved little by little, the corners of his mouth began to overflow little by little, and traces of blood began to flow down the corners of his mouth drop by drop.

The drops fell in the thunder sea and instantly made a 'sizzling' sound, and then disappeared.

When his right foot stepped into the ground, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Then he was bombarded by the thunder sea and retreated, and then he felt that he was no longer in the thunder sea, and he was stepping on the ground.

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