After resting for the night, Tai Lang gradually adapted to this new body after the catastrophe, at this time the muscles and veins were unblocked, I have to say that this reborn body does not know how much stronger than before, which will be the most powerful guarantee he provides on the way to cultivation. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info just thinking about it is very exciting.

However, the body is much stronger than before, but at the age of seven or eight, he has not mastered any kind of attack means except for some basic swordsmanship, and even the means of saving his life have not been learned, that is to say, once he encounters danger, his combat effectiveness is still zero, and the body is just the foundation, and having a good foundation can only represent the infinite potential and direct combat ability is not much related, at most it is resistant to fighting and beating, which really makes Tai Lang worry for a while.

Forget it, I don't want to think about it so much, since I have such a powerful body, there will be such things as means, but I still have to consolidate my body foundation and basic swordsmanship, and if I move forward step by step, I will definitely become a super strong. Taro thought.

Looking around, the big forest that had been restored by the old man with mysterious power had already regained its usual vitality, all kinds of creatures shuttled through the branches of the forest, soaring above the nine heavens, the stream flowed again, and from time to time there were fish poking their heads out. However, as in the past, this area has become white and foggy again, full of mystery and a sense of crisis.

This is simply an excellent place to cultivate, with this large forest as a natural barrier, it is safe and secure, plus there is plenty of food and water here, as long as you are careful not to be used as food by some fierce creatures, there should be no problem. Immediately, Tai Lang made a decision to regard this area as the starting point of his cultivation, and the first step was to step out from here.

Taro looked around, making sure that there were no large monster lairs and any dangerous places, so he chose a place near the water source as a place to live, from the Hammer Camp for survival skills such as building a house and making a fire, Taro has long been familiar with it, and since he was a child, he has watched the adults in the camp repeat these jobs over and over again, so he naturally remembers it in his heart.

In a short time, Takuro cut down a few dwarf trees and some vines with his sword, and found a lot of huge leaves and stones, and prepared all these materials, and in the morning Takuro set up a hut, which was supported by low tree poles and fixed with vines, and used huge leaves as a roof, and was wrapped with leaves all around, which looked very simple and did not even have a door.

The old man stood behind him and kept watching Tai Lang build a temporary residence at one end and one end in the west, he didn't speak, just looked at Tai Lang and smiled, and his eyes also showed a look of satisfaction. The problem of survival has been basically solved, and I can't go back to the camp often in the future, this has become my home, and I am a little disappointed to think of this Tailang, but these are not problems, the current problem is how to start cultivating, how to practice.

At this time, the old man who had been standing behind him spoke, as a super strong man, he naturally saw Tai Lang's thoughts and concerns in his heart, the old man dragged his fish basket to Tai Lang, looked at Tai Lang and said: The so-called practice, cultivation, is nothing more than to make yourself strong and not violated by others, but people always have bad roots When a person is strong to a certain extent, he will think of dominating others, so that others are sincere to him, to satisfy the vanity in his heart, and some have already sacrificed their bodies and hearts to some terrible beings in exchange for reward, these are not really strong, they have lost the soul of a strong man。

"What is the soul of a strong man?" asked Takuro with concern.

"The soul of the strong, even the soul of everyone, that is your heart!" the old man explained as he pointed to the place where Takuro's heart was.

"The so-called heart. If you say too much, you are too young to understand it now, but as you slowly grow and cultivate, you will find your own answer. The old man smiled slightly.

Tai Lang didn't ask when he saw that the old man wanted to speak, and indeed a seven or eight-year-old child could understand what the heart was, and that was incredible.

"If you want to find your heart, the prime minister must learn to meditate, and the still water will flow deeply, and the water will be slow when it is deep. The old man squinted his eyes again and said very seriously.

Tai Lang was confused again, he couldn't understand the meaning of this, it was too difficult to understand, and at this time he was also scratching his head and looking at the old man blankly.

"Well, just keep yourself quiet, don't be frizzy, and the old man has translated this difficult and obscure truth into the vernacular.

"Oh oh, what should I do?"

Saying that, the old man put his hand into the fish basket again to look for something, and after a while he took out something, and Tai Lang became a little excited, thinking that the old man was going to give him something good, but it turned out to be a big surprise.

The old man took out another fishing rod from the fishing basket, but this time the fishing rod was obviously much smaller, obviously like a slightly larger toy. The old man handed the small fishing rod in his hand into Takuro's hand and said, "Come, let's start by learning to fish." ”

"Fishing, why do you want to learn to fish, this has nothing to do with the heart, Tai Lang also showed the temperament of a child at this time, staring at the small fishing rod handed over by the old man.

"Hahaha, it doesn't seem to have much connection, but you can only understand it slowly if you start fishing. The old man laughed.

Although Tai Lang didn't understand the old man's meaning too much, he didn't refuse, because he knew how powerful the old man was, and he shouldn't play with him as a child. In this way, the old man and the young man sat down on the edge of the stream with a fishing rod in their hands, and Tairo began his first lesson, "On the Correct Posture of Fishing"

"Everything has life, there is a soul, and the fishing rod in your hand is no exception, and now the fishing rod in your hand is equivalent to you and it, the two of them will be connected with life, soul, and the two will be connected, and the heart will understand. The first step you have to do is to feel the presence, to feel the mind of the rod through your mind, to feel its presence. It's essential for you and it's good for you!

"So what should I do?" asked Tairo.

"Sit and hold it, feel it!"

"It's as simple as that, and there's nothing else."

"Well, it's that simple. ”

The old man didn't say much, but stepped aside and watched quietly.

Tai Lang sat down cross-legged with a small fishing rod in both hands. How can this talk to a fishing rod, and you have to have a heart-to-heart connection, isn't this, where can a fishing rod have any life or soul, Tai Lang also muttered in his heart.

Tai Lang took a deep breath and held it in his mouth, thinking about it all the time, communicating and communicating, talking and talking, fishing rods and fishing rods, and kept repeating without stopping, just like chanting a mantra, and Tai Lang was still holding his breath, and his face was already red.

"Fishing rod, come out and talk to me!" In the end, Taro simply yelled out, and if he didn't yell out, he might be suffocated to death. It is clear that this approach has failed.

Tai Lang took a breath and held the fishing rod in front of him, and the next words made the old man not far away almost hit his head on the tree.

"Fishing rod, fishing rod, whatever you like to eat, I'll get it for you, please talk to me, just say a word. The result is still a failure.

"Fishing rod, fishing rod, you tell me if you are male or female, just say a word, I'll go find someone of the opposite sex to accompany you?

In the end, Tai Lang was forced to put the fishing rod on the ground, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed, "Fishing rod, fishing rod, you can do it, take pity on me, you can take my forehead and knees, how are you doing down there?" The old man standing behind him almost didn't rush out when he heard this, and he gave Tai Lang a few mouths directly, and he was so angry that he almost didn't start vomiting blood.

But after thinking about it, this child is also simple and cute, and he snorted and laughed, but he still didn't tell the child in front of him who was kowtowing and making trouble.

Time flies, and Tai Lang still hasn't been able to say a word to the fishing rod, and has exhausted all kinds of means and methods, and the fishing rod doesn't open a word of gold, which seems to be against him.

"What the hell did I go wrong?" said Tarro anxiously to himself. At first, I was patient, but now I am like an ant on a hot pot, the cat scratches my heart, and I am anxious to sweat, and my teeth are creaking, and I say that patience is grinded out, and now it is not false at all.

The more I tried to talk to the fishing rod as soon as possible, the more anxious I became, and the more anxious I was, the more I couldn't calm down. The old man still looked at it and didn't come out to point out Tailang, but muttered to himself from time to time once or twice.

The time has come to evening, because in the forest, the big trees that cover the sky have already wrapped the area in dense light, and there is still light outside, but now the forest is already dark, and the white fog looks weird. A figure on the edge of the stream was rolling around with a fishing rod in his arms, and his mouth was still chattering with words. Apparently Tarro has been tortured to the point of going mad.

The first lesson of this practice is already like this, so you can imagine how difficult it will be in the future. Half a day has passed, and there is no progress in Takuro, let alone dialogue, and now he has the idea of folding this fishing rod.

Since the afternoon, Takuro's sweat has not dried, and now the tears are about to come out.

"How can we have a dialogue, I don't want to be unable to take the first step, there must be a way, there must be a way. Taro muttered to himself.

He gave up all kinds of "crooked ways" that he had used all afternoon Picked up the fishing rod and sat down cross-legged again, but the fire in his heart was still burning, Tailang also clenched his fist, closed his eyes, and the flames that burst out of his heart were extinguished by Tailang one by one, each time he extinguished a fire, Tailang felt that his heart sank a little, but from time to time there would be flames rising but they were also extinguished by Tailang one by one, when all the flames were extinguished, Tailang completely sank, the clenched fist outside the body was also released, the frowning eyebrows were also stretched, and his expression gradually relaxed, quiet and peaceful。

The old man stood aside and looked at the Tailang in front of him, who was only seven or eight years old and now seemed to be an old monk, and his heart was also very happy, he naturally knew what was being taught to Tailang now, but he couldn't tell him yet. It only took half a day for the child in front of him to explore this idol domain for the first time, which was simply an incredible thing.

The old man thought that this was also coming back to his senses, approached Takuro, and leisurely opened his hand a little at the shape of Talang's eyebrows, and a mark disappeared into it. Then he put away the fishing rod and sat cross-legged beside Takuro, his eyes slowly sinking and closing.