Time: Early morning of July 2, 2379 in the Mauriball Empire calendar. Location: The edge of the Calado Mountain, the seepage of the branch of the Calado River, in the southern region of the Nine Cities of Giant Rock City, outside of a very remote town called Redstone Town, on the top of a newly developed small mountain called the Rotating Lake.

Weather: Cloudy.

Wind power: Slightly.

Figure:

Level 6 Magic Apprentice Fang Tian:

Intermediate mage Sharjah, and third-level magic apprentice Xiao E who plays soy sauce. ｕ：

The third-level martial artist Owen, the third-level martial artist Anderson, and the mysterious and unpredictable martial artist Grote above the fifth level.

"Uncle Anderson, that's it, strictly follow my movements, the speed can't be fast, can't be slow, the force can't be big, can't be small, you... That is, every change of arms and feet, neither high nor low, and the direction of the body when doing any operation must also be consistent with me. In other words, all your movements must be exactly the same as mine. Fang Tian solemnly performed his routine.

Although his movements seemed to be very irregular, no one in the audience dared to pant loudly.

Even Xiao Eu unconsciously held his breath, clenched his small fists, stared at his big eyes, and tried to memorize Fang Tian's movements in his mind.

It should be said that this set of actions itself is not complicated.

However, given its various requirements, each additional layer of requirements increases its complexity. If you want to completely reproduce Fang Tian's movements, the difficulty is simply breaking through the sky, and it is not ordinary at all.

So Anderson did it very hard.

Either the force is too much, or the force is small. It's either slow spinning or fast spinning. Either the legs are high or the hands are short.

However, this routine needs to be completed in one go, and if there is any pause in the middle, it needs to be started again.

Xiao UA also followed the simulation at first, but she soon gave up on such a move.

Because she wanted to do this, her body couldn't support it at all

After a while, only Owen and Anderson followed Fang Tian's movements, repeating them over and over again.

After repeating it dozens of times, Fang Tian couldn't stand it anymore, and there seemed to be countless caterpillars crawling in his body. But this feeling is extremely slight and cannot be ignored.

If this feeling is a little more focused, people will become addicted to it, and they will deliberately look for it, and then forget about it in this search. If this feeling can be ignored, then there is nothing to ignore.

But it was this slight and slight feeling, like someone holding a small feather and gently waving it in your body, that made Fang Tian's heart impetuous.

So, the situation after that was that Owen and Anderson were practicing over and over again, while Fang Tian found a stone to sit down and began to relax. Later, he even greeted Xiao UA, and the two of them took a boat to the southern foot of Zhulin Mountain to play!

Sharjah looked at the backs of the two and shook his head helplessly.

Throughout the afternoon, Owen and Anderson were tirelessly repeating the movements Fang Tian had taught them. Owen is okay, Fang Tian has already told him, he doesn't have to learn it for the time being, there will be time in the future. If it doesn't work in one day, it will be two days, if it doesn't work in two days, it will be three days, and if it doesn't work in three days, it will be a

Fang Tian didn't say anything to Anderson.

The implication is that Anderson wants to "master" as much as possible.

Outside Redstone, in the valley, the four old men are located.

Originally, it was five old men, but Fang Tian had already fooled one away.

"Three old friends, what do you say Xiaoyou is doing these days, is he cultivating martial arts?" the gray-robed mage asked his three old fellows.

"I dare say, no. The gray-robed warrior replied categorically.

"It's not. The thin old man postscripted.

"I can't see it. Old man Bud wasn't sure.

Not all exercises that involve the body are martial arts exercises. ...,

On Fang Tian's body, several old men did not find any traces of his "technique cultivation". Fang Tian's activities are more like simply swimming and killing time.

"Maybe it's for mages to regulate their bodies?" Old Man Bard asked his old mage friend rhetorically.

The gray-robed mage also shook his head: "There is no such thing. ，

I've never heard of this kind of mage training. Considering the particularity of Fang Tian's background, the gray-robed mage had already measured the impact of such training on his body from various aspects, but in the end of the measurement, he still came to a conclusion-

That is, this kind of training cannot come from the training of a magician.

"Could it be that Fang Tian Xiaoyou is really following the path of dual cultivation of demon and martial arts?" the gray-robed martial artist asked a little unsurely.

The dual cultivation of magic and martial arts and the fact that a person can both magic and martial arts are actually two different things. Take these old guys as an example, except for the gray-robed mage, the other three actually know magic. One - they can all sense the elements, and can make the elements form certain spells.

But they weren't magicians.

They never practice magician meditation. They can perceive the element of magic not by talent, but by the improvement of martial arts.

In the process of advancing their martial arts to the fifth and sixth levels, their perception improved, and they touched the world of magic. But their spiritual power does not have elemental affinity.

In other words, although they can perceive the elements and manipulate them to a certain extent, this is only a level of forcible "override", an aggression, not a kind of guidance. They are also completely unable to improve the level of perception and control through guò meditation, and they will never be able to become the small center of the elemental tide and thus be promoted to mage.

The same goes for mages, in turn.

As meditation deepens, so does the magician's perception and insight into the body and mind, and correspondingly, the control of the body. The coordination and control of the body are improved, and after surpassing ordinary people, they gradually overlap with martial artists in some abilities.

But again, there are still considerable differences.

All in all, although the cultivation of magic and the cultivation of martial arts are both the cultivation of the body and mind, the foothold of the two is not the same.

Fang Tian's current appearance, strange is strange, because he is a mage, but a lot of his thoughts are undoubtedly spent on places that do not belong to mages. And if he is a concurrent martial arts practitioner, he is completely incorrect, and there is no sign of "concurrent cultivation". "What about the potion, what's the use?" the gray-robed mage asked a few of his old friends.

Fang Tian was also under their noses when he made that potion. So all the people present had "tasted" the potion.

At this time, the gray-robed mage would ask this, no doubt because as a mage, he didn't feel the effect of the potion.

"I can feel a little bit, that thing, it can be fed!" said the gray-robed warrior with a wry smile.

This means that this potion and the first "Violent Bear Potion" must not be compared. Perhaps, just as Fang Tian Xiaoyou said, this medicine is only for cooking?

"What are our little geniuses doing here?Relax?" In the backyard of a hotel in Redstone Town, under the dense shade of trees, two magician-like men in their forties were talking about Fang Tian's deeds in the past few days.

"I have a guess, that is, Your Excellency Fang Tian's cultivation is different from ours, I mean, after each level of cultivation, he will stop meditating and start to do physical cultivation. One of the men said, "Could there be some mystery in this?"

"Nonsense, the mystery is obvious, the problem is, we can't possibly know. The other man was unimpressed. ...,

"I mean, can we find anything from this process of shifting the direction of cultivation after this promotion? For example, Your Excellency Fang Tian is no longer focused on meditation now, so let's assume what would happen if he continued to focus on meditation? What would happen if he didn't do physical exercise at this time?"

The man tapped his finger and analyzed: "Let's find more people to discuss, magicians and warriors, and then find some ordinary people, just add a few hawkers to come in, I believe we will find something." ”

As he spoke, his eyes lit up.

The other man was very impressed by what he said, and nodded in agreement: "Okay! Just a little bit of something will be enough for us!"

"As long as we get a little something, it will be enough for us to be inexhaustible!" This was actually the voice of most of the thousands of cultivators gathered in Redstone Town at this time.

They are because of "Journey to the West", because of the legend about Fang Tian, and because of the invitation of friends...... What are you here for different reasons?

Get Fang Tian's inheritance?

Not really.

Their extravagance is not so high.

"Approach him, listen to him tell a story, or talk to him. "And then they find something out of the clues, and that's what they expected.

Not all, not a lot, as long as a little bit, a little bit of downward penetration brought by the "upper inheritance", for them, it is already a great joy. If you really want to obtain the inheritance of His Excellency Fang Tian, if you don't get it right, it will be a disaster.

This is the instinctive awe of the power of this world for the power of the higher levels.

Awe gives birth to looking up, and awe also gives birth to endless speculation.

After Fang Tian was promoted to the sixth level, in just a few days, his behavior that was different from that of a normal magician caused too many discussions and speculations among everyone, and this discussion and speculation was destined to continue for a long time, extending to a wider area...

Let's talk about Anderson.

In fact, in the past two months, Anderson has been circling a few paragraphs in his mind, and they are also a few words that Anderson thought Fang Tian said specifically for him.

The first paragraph is the four secret words of the mysterious warrior:

"Fierce and fierce, invincible, twenty years ago to compete with the heroes of the domain. ”

"Ziwei soft sword, used before the age of thirty, accidentally injured a friend ominously, but abandoned the deep valley. ”

"The heavy sword has no edge, and the great ingenuity is not worked. Before the age of forty, he was rampant in the world. ”

"After the age of forty, it is not stuck in things, and grass, trees, bamboos and stones can be used as swords. Since then, he has been refined, gradually reaching the realm of no sword is better than having a sword. ”

The second paragraph is related to it, the words engraved on his tombstone by the mysterious warrior: "The sword demon is invincible in the world, and he buries the sword in Si." Woohoo! The heroes are tied up, the long swords are empty, and they are not sad!"

The third paragraph is the words that Fang Tian carved in the well and wrote to him: "Tired sweat into the earth steps, up to the outside of the well is the sky." ”

Anderson's mind came and went, and came and went, and these were the words. Every night, lying in the well, the world outside fell silent, and these few words rolled in his mind.

The cold touch under him will always remind him that this is the underground, this is the bottom of the well, this is the place where the younger brother talks about "sitting in the well and watching the sky". What can be seen in the "sky" in such a place?

For Anderson, feelings are mixed.

Sometimes, he would see a gray landscape, with no surprises and no disappointments. It's like the period of his life from the age of thirty to the age of forty, living a very peaceful life, without any waves, without expecting anything, and without losing anything.

Sometimes, he would see the wind whining over the walls of the well, as if he was unwilling to let out a whimper. ...,

Anderson deliberately picked several times like this to leave the bottom of the well and come to the surface. But when you get to the ground, you can't hear them. The babbling that could be heard when underground, on the ground, was nothing more than the normal whirling of a small wind, and if he had not gone down into the well, Anderson would never have thought that the movement of the wind would produce any movement.

The same wind, the great difference between the movement above and below, made Anderson wonder, and he always felt that there was something hidden in it. Or, the younger brother just figured out this thing and told him something?

So he listened very carefully.

Sometimes, he would see the moon as big as a disk falling into a well. The moonlight filled the well to its full. Sleeping in such a situation, I woke up with moonlight all over my body.

Sometimes, he would see the stars shining brightly. Every star seems to hold a secret. In the twinkle of one star after another in the sky, Anderson often felt himself turned into dirt, stone, and stars. Whenever these times come, he feels very still.

After these feelings, during the long night, when he didn't fall asleep, or when he woke up, he would think about Fang Tian, think about those words, and think about his martial arts cultivation. Think about it from time to time, what will be the future of the little brother, what will be his own future, will the little brother become a star in the sky?

And he himself will become a stone that cannot move or speak?

These bizarre ideas that came out of nowhere made Anderson feel strange and fascinated.

Anderson felt like he was back in his childhood, thinking about things that "not adults would think," but he was also curious about them. What made him even more curious was what kind of relationship existed between the few words of that mysterious martial artist and the cultivation of the martial artist?

"Fierce and fierce, invincible, twenty years ago to compete with the heroes of the domain. At this stage, must a martial artist be "fierce and invincible"? If he can't do it, what should he do?

Just like these warriors, who begged for a living in such a small place, and those who came into being in big families or famous teachers all over the world taught those who became famous early in their youth, from the very beginning, they took different paths, and there was no comparison between the two at all.

Does that mean that these people are inherently incapable of being "fierce and strong"?

And that's just the first one. The "heavy sword has no edge, and the great ingenuity does not work" in the back is a shocking existence just by hearing this description and not imagining it. Not to mention being this kind of person, even if you imagine being this kind of person, Anderson doesn't think it's possible.

I can't do it myself.

None of them can do it.

Those things, as if they were really just stories, can be seen but not touched. Or, those things, they belong to myths, they belong to legends.

And they, just mortals.

It's like him and his younger brother, although the two can see each other every day, and he can even put his arm around the younger brother's shoulders affectionately and laugh loudly, but what about the future?

Anderson seems to have seen that one day in the future, the younger brother will finally embark on the path of his "son of God", and what about him, the rest of them, who will return to their old lives after a brief encounter with the son of God? It is like a vague and grotesque dream, waking up from the dream, and there is nothing left in the dream.

There is no "Journey to the West" there, there is no great sage.

There are no one-armed warriors, no lonely seeking defeat, no "heroes are tied up, long swords are empty", and there is no "heavy sword without edge, great ingenuity does not work".

Force. What there is there is only a qiē that he has been familiar with for decades, which seems to be normal, but that normality, under the reflection of these two months, is so poor, so pale...... "And that qiē, in the near future, will continue to return to concubines?...,

No!

Unwilling!

Very unwilling!

It's really unwilling!

Anderson often heard a silent cry from the depths of his heart.

This kind of cry is so anxious.

Because I don't know what to do.

I don't know what to do.

It's as if a person is living normally, and he is accustomed to everything around him. But suddenly, he realized that this kind of life is not right, it is not normal, and that normal life should be something else, and that life like this is a waste, every moment and every moment.

It's a complete waste.

So I couldn't stand it.

It was under such circumstances that Anderson received Fang Tian's "guidance".

From morning to noon, from noon to evening, from evening to late at night, Anderson was like a stone without feeling and tireless, faithfully practicing the routine that Fang Tian had taught him over and over again.

At first, he could only do a fraction of that move, but after a long time, the movements that were fully in place kept moving down.

By this time, the body was actually close to numbness.

But it was at this time, as if suddenly, and as if it were natural, that a strange feeling arose in Anderson's heart.

He suddenly felt that this action was very familiar.

Not the familiarity that accumulates after thousands of exercises, but... It's the movement itself, the sensation it brings to the body, which is very familiar. It's as if "he was familiar with it thousands of years ago, if not longer."

That inexplicable sense of familiarity permeated the body.

The next moment, Anderson forgot to move, his hands forgot to swing, his feet forgot to move, his body just rotated, and then suddenly stopped, maintaining a strange posture, standing on the ground. And his feelings are still constantly moving, from left to right, from right to left, from top to bottom, from bottom to top, throughout the body.

That is to say, now, his body is still, but a certain feeling, a certain "movement", is running in his body in an incredible way.

After I don't know how many reciprocating years, Anderson felt a bang in his head, as if the sun in the sky had fallen into his mind, and then exploded in his mind.

At the same time, an unconscious long whistle came from his mouth, and the sound shook into the sky.

In the entire town of Redstone, at least eighty percent of the people heard this long howl that seemed excessively long. Many people are inexplicable, and there are still some people, including magicians and warriors, who have different body tremors after hearing this howling, and their bodies are not small, medium, large, and severe.

With a roar, Anderson lost consciousness and fell to the ground. And when he awoke, he was still lying on the ground on top of the small mountain range of the revolving lake, and the multitude of people, their eyes were staring at him inexplicably.

On the morning of July 3, 2nd year of the Mauriballs Imperial calendar, Anderson, a third-level martial artist, was promoted to the fourth rank. Thousands of people became guests of his promotion ceremony.

Fang Tian, the son of the gods, instructed the third-level martial artist Anderson and let him be promoted to the fourth level overnight.

Again, the news spread out in all directions, centered on Redstone Town, like a hurricane......"

The next year's chapter, and sent it together, that is, there was no more in the afternoon. ：）

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