Jiang Long nodded. Tsing Yi smiled again: "My appearance will not hinder your practice." ”

Jiang Long said lazily: "If you have guidance, I can't ask for it." ”

Tsing Yi shook his head and said, "Only when my Dao Law incarnation appears can I preach." Otherwise, the Heavenly Dao will be aware of my existence. ”

Tsing Yi didn't disturb Jiang Long's practice anymore, and the phantom sat quietly on the swing and watched.

The so-called men and women are not tired of working together. With such an elegant and indifferent woman watching him practice, Jiang Long became more focused. Jiang Long didn't know that Tsing Yi's Dao Law incarnation projection was a Heavenly Dao Law in itself.

The phantom looked at Jiang Long so seriously and focused, and his smile gradually dissipated. This phantom cannot exist for long, only two quarters of an hour of life. The phantom gradually dissolved as it dissipated, and was absorbed by Jiang Long.

This can be regarded as Tsing Yi Wei receiving Jiang Long. Jiang Long realized something at this moment. He had already understood the corner of the water shape rhyme of the spirit snake's silk hand, and now he was engrossed in cultivating the Flowing Cloud Flying Waterfall Fist Technique. This is a combination of footwork and boxing, with the shape of the waterfall of flowing water.

Jiang Long didn't know how many times he practiced it repeatedly, and finally let out a roar of angry waterfall, and that punch was like an angry waterfall pouring down from above the Milky Way! The air within ten meters was washed away.

What kind of concept is this? I'm afraid that this punch can blast a True Qi Realm fifth-grade powerhouse to pieces. This is the water shape and rhyme of the flowing clouds and waterfall boxing. The incomplete line score is composed with a rhythm of water, and this line spectrum is one step closer to completeness.

Jiang Long did not stop, and continued to practice the next set of boxing techniques that conform to the shape and rhyme of water.

What is the shape and rhyme of water? Small streams and big rivers are surging angrily, or flowing water is flowing and waterfalls are falling, or water droplets are piercing through rocks and moving mountains and reclaiming the sea? All these are just one of the forms and rhymes of water.

Do you have to practice a set of fist techniques that conform to the shape and rhyme of water? How long will it take? Water has endless changes in shape and rhyme!

What is water? What is water? Jiang Long suddenly asked himself.

Jiang Long took this question and practiced one set of boxing techniques related to the shape of water one after another, without deliberately absorbing and comprehending. Refining purely by feeling, what you feel is what you are.

What is water? Jiang Long once again asked himself!

Jiang Long suddenly smiled and said in his heart: "My fist is water, my way is water, I am water! Water is the water of high mountains, water is the water that has been dripping through stones for a long time, water is the water that moves mountains and diverts the route, and water is the water of angry waterfalls! Water is the water that feeds water life." Water should be unrestrained, but it breeds all things and gives them vitality. ”

Unrestrained means that it can entangle all things, wrap it with softness, restrain it through the formless, and strangle all things with the invisible.

With a brush, Jiang Long made a move of the spirit snake winding his hand, and his internal breath was like an invisible spirit snake entwining the air, and the air was crushed with a twist of the silk winding hand. This is the water of water soft and invisible strangleholding.

This is the shape of water.

With a bang, Jiang Long's trick is like the Milky Way Angry Waterfall falling for nine days, which is the shape and rhyme of the water of the Angry Waterfall. The surrounding air sank like Mount Tai, which made people's hearts shake.

This is the second form of water!

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This is the feeling of going against the sky, and a set of martial arts and ancient rhymes will be refined. At the end of the practice, Jiang Long asked himself again: What is water.

Jiang Long said with a smile: Water is me!

Suddenly, the shape and rhyme of the water are ever-changing, and finally it turns into a desolate world, the rain in the sky is like an angry waterfall, the underground river is moving mountains and rivers, and the monstrous flood destroys the world!

This is not water, but a river dragon. He forms water, and this is the rhyme of water. Wanyun converges, and finally converges into a blue water beginning pattern in the soul of Jiang Long!

Jiang Long asked again, what is water!

Jiang Long's fist style endorsed and roared: Water is water! Water controls all things, feeds all beings, and strangles heaven and earth.

The air was calm again, and the surroundings seemed to be a world full of water, full of life. The insect chirps without wind and shouts with joy, and the grass sprouts without rain, because it feels the moisture of the water.

"This is the beginning of the water?" Jiang Long's palm was a small snake, sometimes turning into a dragon, sometimes turning into a beating raindrop.

The beginning of the water is the most special first pattern, there is no fixed shape of the vein, you see that it is water is it is water!

It can be said that after comprehending the beginning of the water, the other patterns are relatively simple. He now has two origin patterns, and he has taken another step towards the orthodox true qi realm of the ancient cultivators.

After refining the Water Pattern, Jiang Long did not rush to practice any longer, and was about to consolidate the harvest when he found Zi Luoyi standing aside and watching him quietly.

Zi Luoyi suddenly knelt down and pleaded, "Please teach me the Heavenly Dao." I would like to change my past mistakes for my teachers. ”

Jiang Long came to Zi Luoyi and looked at Zi Luoyi quietly, she was actually serious, and her eyes were sincere.

Jiang Long nodded and said, "It's good to have this determination." From now on, then practice with your heart. Remember, it's about practicing with your heart. You know what I'm saying. ”

Zi Luoyi said, "The student understands. ”

Jiang Long helped Zi Luoyi up, and a bewitching figure also appeared on the rooftop, it was Yang Xueyu. It seems that Jiang Long's cultivation has made too much movement, which has alarmed the two students. Jiang Long was not partial, found a Taishi chair, sat on the beginning of the sky and instructed the two students to practice.

They are not like Jiang Long, Jiang Long is a primordial infant demon who breaks and then re-cultivates, and comprehends anything new is extremely fast. Even if the two of them are talented, it will take a long time.

After some pointing, they refined theirs, and Jiang Long closed his eyes and realized his own.

The roots of the bronze lotus sprinkled were still incomparably hidden into the deepest part of the soul network, and even Jiang Long couldn't notice where this root was rooted, he only knew that he had penetrated into that place, feeling wisps of such a familiar spiritual mist being transported into his body, being devoured and decomposed by the devouring source scriptures flowing in the blood, and then transformed into a qiē growth nutrient that Jiang Long's blood soil needed, including internal breath, spiritual power, and various nutrients......

The green lotus wick suddenly ignited, and once again used the divine effect of the burning path refining pattern to extract the dao that he had felt these days and put it on the lotus fire of the wick to incinerate, including the two origin patterns.

The original water snake thick water pattern was finally refined into a hair-thin line and re-imprinted back into the soul. Jiang Long's Dao has stabilized a lot. The two patterns of gold and water are like two fish swimming in the soul of the river dragon.

The chase between the first pattern and the first pattern is actually a kind of self-derivation. He kept evolving new things, but it was a pity that Jiang Long's Taoism was insufficient, and he couldn't derive anything useful or meaningful. This is enough, no matter how useless the Tao is, it can be incinerated on the wick of the lotus lamp to refine a little bit of the flesh of the mosquito's calf.