It was dusk again, and the two figures at the foot of the Broken Soul Mountain stood opposite each other, which was extremely quiet. The slanting wind blows lightly on people's faces, and the sunlight shimmers on people's shadows.

Zijing wore a white corset soul suit, showing charm in the bumps and bumps, and noble in temperament. Raising his eyes to the starwood remnant night, he asked:

"Do you know what the physical arts are divided into?"

"I don't know!", Xingmu Waxing Night replied with a shake of his head.

Zi Jing lifted her slender hand and gently rubbed her temples, rolled her eyes, and said helplessly:

"Uh-okay!, let me explain! The physical technique is divided into two parts, the weapon fight and the human fight. The so-called weapon fighting refers to the use of a variety of weapons to fight, including knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, axes, axes, hooks, forks, etc., relying on these weapons to fight; However, the only thing they have in common is that they must use the five senses of shape, sound, smell, taste, and touch to fight, and to put it bluntly, the five sensory organs of sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch."

Xingmu listened quietly at night, carefully considering every word Zi Jing said, and seemed to be thoughtful.

Zijing went straight to the point and directly explained the cultivation subjects, "From today onwards, you must first practice the vision in the five senses until you reach the level that I am satisfied with." Xingmu Night's eyes were solemn, and he had an incomparable desire to become stronger, so he had to grasp any opportunity to become stronger.

"The first subject, keep your eyes on it!", Zi Jing said loudly.

Xingmu Wanye frowned slightly, feeling very puzzled, he didn't understand what Zi Jing meant by "staring intently". Zi Jing naturally saw Xingmu's doubts in the night, but she didn't explain anything for him.

"Whoosh-", a dart shot into a towering tree a hundred meters away, Zi Jing turned to the starwood remnant night and said, "You will stare at this dart for the rest of the time until I tell you to stop."

Xingmu Nightfall felt extremely puzzled, he was here to practice, why did he stare at a broken dart, his face was a little ugly, and he asked, "Teacher Zijing, can you tell me why I want to stare at this dart?"

Zi Jing did not rush to answer, but disappeared into the dense forest of Broken Soul Mountain, leaving a long sentence of "Wait until you complete my request before you come and ask me!", and then there was no more sound.

Although Xingmu Wanye was puzzled and dissatisfied, he had no choice but to stand in place and look at the dart. The body of the dart is jet black, slightly shorter, and has some scratches, which is relatively old, but it is just the most common soul equipment, and there is nothing else peculiar. Time passed minute by minute, and the sunset could not help but fall asleep, sinking down the mountain, and twilight fell. The moon is as thin as a veil, covering the earth in an elegant silver, the night breeze blows lightly, but it is not cold, and the cry of the owl from time to time in the mountains makes people feel a little hairy.

Xingmu sat cross-legged on the stone in the afternoon, the black soul clothes blended into the night, while the placket was hunting in the evening breeze, and only a pair of star-like eyes still emitted a faint fluorescence. He had been watching the dart all afternoon, at first his attention was not focused and his mind was completely out of it, but as time went on, he was bored and had to look at it. His gaze was on the body of the dart, and his attention was focused little by little, and gradually he entered an indescribable realm, he could not feel everything around him, as if he was the only one in the whole world, without wind, clouds, or rain...... There is no Zijing, no Shangguan Ying'er, no one ...... There was no air, no sun, moon and stars, he was in a white space, where there was no division of directions, no south, south, north, west, and left, and there was no up, down, left, right, or left.

He moved slowly, unable to distinguish whether it was reality or illusory, and the white mist on the soles of his feet moved with him, rippling round after round. He stretched out his hand and tried to touch the white mist in front of him, but his fingers slid between his fingers, and the white mist flowed through without contact. He raised his head again, and suddenly, his gaze broke through the endless white mist, and his eyes disappeared, and finally, he stopped in front of the seven warm stars. These seven stars, like pearls, round and smooth, like agate, dazzling, and like jade, full of nobility.

His gaze wandered around the seven stars, carefully examining the seven dzi-like stars, and feeling that they exuded a breath as clear as water. Suddenly, the seven stars suddenly shimmered, emitting a silver brilliance, tightly surrounding the starwood night, wrapping, covering every inch of his skin like water, slowly seeping in, going deeper, swimming along each meridian, expanding each meridian, and finally converging in the sea of souls, condensing into a drop of viscous white liquid, lying quietly in the empty sea of souls.

"Huh", Xingmu came back to his senses violently, there seemed to be a force in his eyes that was about to move, and he felt that the fatigue of the day was swept away, and it was replaced by an incomparable spirit. Looking at the injuries on his hands, he has also recovered. He carefully recalled the picture that had just appeared in his mind, and felt extremely shocked, what were those seven stars, and where was the space he was in just now?

He stood up and looked at the night sky, where the moon was about to break through the clouds......

Officially entering the cultivation stage, I hope to support it, and it is estimated that it will take three days to sign the contract!

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