Since he memorized the dry mantra, he followed the instructions of the sacrificial elders every day and practiced once in the morning and once in the evening, for no more than two hours. During the day, he followed the sacrificial elders to learn the knowledge of herbal medicine, and at night he studied and cultivated alone.

After a long period of contact, Wen Chuanting learned that the sacrificial elder is powerful, his own spiritual power is strong, his perception is strong, but the use of skills is rough, but in the face of the sacrificial elder, he really has no confidence to sneak into his dream without him noticing. Forcibly pressed the restlessness in his heart, followed the sacrificial elders to learn steadfastly, and no longer thought about taking shortcuts, on the other hand, the passage of time changed his perception of the sacrificial elders.

"A kind and lovely old man. ”

This is the truest psychological manifestation of Wen Chuanting, and the soft sympathy strikes again, perhaps it is a different kind of reverence for the heart, and he no longer wants to sneak into the dream realm of the sacrificial elders to steal knowledge for learning.

The bitter mantra has no name, according to the explanation of the sacrificial elders, the interpretation of Taling Siyu, this is an ancient mantra, through the cultivation of spiritual power, as if gluttonous swallowing, the vitality that exists between heaven and earth is swallowed into the divine court. As a remediator, under the guidance of the incantation, the divine court will move the devoured vitality throughout the body, and every inch of bones, flesh, and nerves will be transformed and transformed under the circulating vitality, and the essence of the physical body is changing and improving.

"Refining the body as a magic weapon...... Feeling the collapse and reorganization of the flesh and blood tissue, and the slow improvement of the essence of the flesh, Wen Chuanting felt a trace of satisfaction in his heart. Even if you don't do targeted training, in the long-term consumption, the physical body will also have an essential improvement, but it is relatively slow.

Another thing that makes Wen Chuan quite satisfied is that the condensation of the relics was originally completed under a series of coincidences, and there was no systematic cultivation method, and now the bitter mantra of cultivation has a greater relationship with the progress of the relics, and it is no longer relying on the passive ascension of Tianxuan into dreams, and the coverage area of divine consciousness has been greatly enhanced.

Time flies, the earth rejuvenates again, the grass is long, the trees are verdant, and the raindrops are like a crystal jade curtain hanging upside down in the sky.

"It's been seven years, little cub, Ah Gong has nothing to teach. He sat quietly across from the sacrificial elders.

In seven years, everything can be changed, the only thing that remains unchanged is that the sacrificial elder's kind and generous heart, the wrinkles of old age are piled up on the gentle smiling face, layer upon layer. Facing Ah Yi, who had hollowed out all the knowledge he had mastered, the sacrificial elders could only be relieved in their hearts, the enrichment of the 'successor', and the future that the Konghou clan could see, made this old man who had dedicated his life to the clan more and more excited, and his blood was restless and boiling.

"Ah Yi, you are the smartest child Ah Gong has ever met in his life, this is Ah Gong's luck and Ah Gong's sorrow. Ah Gong has hated trouble all his life and is running away from trouble. The old man's voice and slow speed of speech gave the question a kind of heaviness.

"Ah Gong has been hoping that someone in the tribe can pass on the things that have been passed down by dozens of generations of the Gong Hou clan, the children jump out and can't be quiet, Ah Gong is unwilling to teach in his heart, which will waste too much time; Ah Gong patiently taught a few, but he couldn't even recognize all the herbs, which made Ah Gong impatient, and even more fueled his temperament of hating trouble. This is also the reason why Ah Gong began to reject you. The old man muttered.

Ask Chuanting to understand that what the priest elder said was the first time Ah Da brought him and asked the sacrificial elder to accept it, but because of his thin bones, he was rejected by the sacrificial elder.

"Until Ah Gong found out that your little snake was special, he had to accept you, I was going to be perfunctory, and when I studied this little snake well, I would send you away, but I didn't expect it......" The sacrificial elder sighed, and a trace of happiness appeared in his eyes. The slightly cloudy eyes bloomed with a verdant green glow, and he knew that this was the reason why Ah Gong cultivated poisons to a certain extent with "witch spells". The witch spell is the name of the bitter spell that asks Chuanting.

"I didn't expect to be blinded by the goshawk when I hit the eagle all day long. The sacrificial elder said pitiful, but the smile did not show the slightest pity and bitterness, only satisfaction. The eagle is around, but Ah Gong often sighs that he can't meet the real goshawk. ”

"Ah Gong ......"

"Don't worry, little cub, Ah Gong just sighed at the impermanence of the sky, if it weren't for a coincidence, Ah Gong would have missed you, a smart little cub. The sacrificial elder's low tone was full of joy. "You are enough to make Ah Gong distressed, Ah Gong has studied all his life, and you only took seven years to hollow out Ah Gong. The sacrificial elder's thin claws stroked the top of Wen Chuanting's head, making a mess of his hair. Ask Chuanting to pout helplessly.

"The eagle always has to fly, and the eagle that can't spread its wings can only be a pheasant that gouges on the ground. In two years, no matter how old you are, you will have to go out and practice, and you will not learn anything if you remember things in your head. ”

"Practice brings true knowledge!" asked Chuanting silently read in his heart. On the surface, he still listened quietly. The chatter of the old man is a kind of love.

'There is an old man in the family, if there is a treasure' is not an empty phrase.

Returning from the sacrificial elder, he asked the Chuanchuan to go to his hut in a muffled voice. Sitting cross-legged on the earthen kang, his mind sank into the sea of knowledge.

Now Zhihai is no longer a noun.

Wide sea space, gray fog disappears, a wide and bright space presents, a towering glazed tower stands, a golden pearl of light on the tower, the size of a pigeon's egg, the infinite light of the releaser, the whole space is like a bright day that does not fall into the night. Below is a vast ocean, deep and bottomless, in which bubbles rise and fall, like stars in the sky.

This is the memory of Wen Chuanting, each bubble carries a memory, there is light and shadow, and there are words. Suspended above the surface of the ocean are memories of the recent, and the longer the memory grows, the more distant it gets. If you browse slowly up from the bottom, you will find that the memory is roughly divided into three layers, the lowest layer is the memory of the mortal in that life, and it is also the relatively long-term memory, the middle layer is the memory of the life in the Wuji Continent, and the upper layer is the memory of this life, 'Ah Yi'.

After asking Chuanting to be surprised to find this place when he opened up the sea of knowledge, he once jokingly called the ocean that carries the memories of the three lives as the sea of three lives. This ocean is the product of the liquefaction of the gray mist after he opened up the space of the sea of knowledge.

After two years of research, Wen Chuanting found that this was also his own divine consciousness, but it was difficult to use, let alone transform and condense into relics.