As if sensing that what she was doing was just useless, Zhuohua pursed his lips, and his hand suddenly unloaded.

The jade flute kept spinning in her hand, and she walked slowly in the direction of the steps, with a hint of laziness in her steps.

Unlike before, this time she no longer rushed recklessly, but played the previous tune and slowly stepped on it.

A force in the air squeezed wildly in her direction, trying to knock her down.

And the sound of her flute manipulated the air flow around her, fighting the pressure.

Unlike when she practiced by herself before, she was under pressure at this moment than before, I don't know how many times before.

Her fingers trembled terribly, her lips trembled, and her tone was not as smooth as before, and she stumbled a little.

Her pretty little face was as white as paper, but she still focused on the flute in her hand, slowly ignoring everything around her.

Zhuohua felt as if a heavy chain was tied to her ankle, making every step she took extremely difficult. Her legs seemed to weigh as much as a thousand pounds, and she gritted her teeth and climbed desperately upward.

But after only five steps, she was already exhausted and out of breath.

She sat slumped in place, panting heavily, and after calming down, she began to slowly breathe and regain her spiritual power.

The spiritual power here is more abundant than the spiritual power in the previous place.

But in a moment, the spiritual power in her body returned to its peak.

Gently exhaling a breath of turbidity, Zhuohua rubbed his slightly sore wrist, slowly stood up, and continued upward.

The higher she went, the heavier the feeling of oppression became, and for a moment she felt a little breathless.

Her calves trembled so badly, and the feeling of pressure made her almost kneel down several times.

Zhuohua's eyes narrowed slightly, and the sweat wet the clothes on his body slightly.

Finally, when she didn't know how many steps she had reached, it was as if she had been stopped by a barrier, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not make any further progress.

Zhuohua rubbed his wrist, his eyes lit up. She seemed to understand something.

It's just that......

She turned her head and looked at the steps that she had finally climbed, and she wanted to cry without tears.

Yes, I have to go through it all over again.

Although he was a little helpless, Zhuohua still walked obediently.

As she expected, this time, Box No. 2 was also opened.

It's the same as before, this time it's also a jade slip,

But unlike before, this time it's no longer about the rhythm, it's about the sword.

But if it is said that it is an exercise, it does not seem to be very appropriate. It is more like a feeling that has been precipitated over the years.

If you want to understand the content, you mainly need to rely on the word "enlightenment".

The more Zhuohua looked at it, the stronger the sense of déjà vu became.

Her brow furrowed slightly, then slowly unfurled again.

Yes, isn't this similar to her "broken thoughts"?

She couldn't help but smile pleasantly, and an idea instantly crossed her mind.

If so, wouldn't it be possible to integrate this subtlety into the "Broken Thoughts......

As soon as the idea came out, she couldn't wait to start experimenting.

Just do it.

"Break obsessions, delusions, illusions, and life; Contains all things, and turns all things. ”

In the past, she could only understand the first half of the sentence, and there was always a trace of confusion in the second half of the sentence.

And this time, she seems to have understood.

Not only that, but she also seems to be somewhat aware of the hidden characteristics of her spiritual root that she has not discovered all along.