Volume 1 Cultivating Immortals Again Chapter 111 Do You Have an Inner Taste?

This seemingly ordinary thing made Wang Mou groan for a long time.

"This black man's heart is white, so is Bai Zi's heart black?" Wang Mou muttered to himself, and at the same time reached out and broke a white child.

Sure enough, as Wang Mou guessed, this white man's heart was really black, which made Wang Mou have to think of Wei Cang.

Wei Cang, as the person with the most right to speak in this Yin-Yang Dao, his every move is in line with this Yin-Yang Avenue, the core of the Yin-Yang Avenue is actually the word "transformation", black can turn white, white can also turn black, it is the transformation between black and white Yin and Yang that led to the creation of this Yin-Yang Avenue.

So since this is the interior of the Yin and Yang Bagua Array, it also means that the fit of this place for the Yin and Yang Avenue must be extremely high, so if you start through the Yin and Yang Avenue, then will you be able to break this fifth level?

Wang Mou pondered for a moment, this plan might be feasible, so Wang Mou carefully calculated the Yin and Yang Dao.

You must know that the difficulty of calculating a great avenue from scratch is tantamount to recultivating the exercises again, which is also a feat that can only be done by a ghost like Wang Mou, who knows all the laws.

But even so, it took Wang Mou ten years of hard work to fall in love with that Yin and Yang Dao to the extent that he mastered it, although it was not proficient, but it was enough.

And today is the time for Wang Mou to test the Yin and Yang Avenue, only to see Wang Mou carefully grind a stack of chess pieces that have been carefully ground into black with white, and black in white to all directions of the chessboard.

I saw Wang Mou carefully drop the last chess piece, and the whole chess game was as if it was natural, and faintly Wang Mou could even see a constantly rotating yin and yang fish suspended in the sky above this chess game.

"Can it be done?" Wang Mou silently asked himself, can't the achievements of the past ten years be wasted like this.

At this moment, the light of the avenue also began to gradually appear, and the layers of brilliance were as strong as one, and the brilliance of this avenue even faintly echoed with the surrounding space, even people in the realm of Xiang Wang Mou could feel the breath of the avenue.

Finally, in Wang Mou's anxious waiting, this light rose to its strongest, and the full aura of the Great Dao even illuminated the entire space.

Even Wei Cang, who was waiting outside, and the big fat boy faintly felt this breath.

"It's done!" the big fat boy said excitedly, looking at Wei Cang on the side, hoping that he would give him a positive answer.

Wei Cang didn't speak, just carefully felt the breath of the Great Dao seeping out, and after being silent for a while, he nodded and shook his head again.

"No, old man, what do you mean, whether it's over or not, you give me a quasi-word. The big fat boy said anxiously, he couldn't help but feel anxious as he watched Wei Cang's dumb riddle-like action.

"This breath could have been passed, but it's a pity. Wei Cang shook his head, "I told him too much at the beginning, his Great Dao breath is obviously my Yin Yang Dao Breath, according to the character of that lazy person, I'm afraid I won't give it." ”

When the big fat boy heard this, he was really angry, rolled up his sleeves (although he didn't have sleeves, he just made such a move) and said: "Old man, don't stop me, I have to find that guy to reason for nothing, why don't you pass the Yin Yang Avenue, why don't you eat his rice on the Yin Yang Avenue!"

Wei Cang glanced at the big fat boy and said, "I won't stop you, you should go, you can't beat him anyway, and if you go, you're just looking for abuse." ”

The big fat boy was a little embarrassed when he heard this, and said to the little girl sitting next to him: "That sister, you can teach that lazy thing a lesson instead of you, your brother and I can't beat him, but maybe he will be soft when he sees you as a little girl?"

The little girl didn't speak, just smiled, but her attitude towards the white teeth that the big fat boy showed was already clearly expressed.

Wei Cang looked at the big fat boy who was a little lost on the side, smiled slightly, and said: "Okay, don't be sad there, since this kid can make the Yin and Yang Dao, it proves that he is already very close to victory, with that kid's intelligence, this last level should not be a big problem." ”

At the same time, Wang Mou, who was given high hopes by Wei Cang, was anxiously waiting for the results, but with the continuous decline of the glory of the avenue, Wang Mou's heart became colder and colder.

"Alas, did you fail again?" Wang Mou sighed, compared to ten years ago, he had seen a lot, after all, he didn't gain nothing when he explored the Yin Yang Avenue, and now his cultivation was only one foot away from the super-mundane realm, if it weren't for the fact that he was still in a projection state now, it is estimated that he would have broken through at this time.

Just when Wang Mou was thinking about what to do next, a line of flashing white subtitles floated over again, but this time it was not the seemingly eternal "not strong enough", but it became "enough strength, the taste is wrong." ”

Seeing this, Wang Mou almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, what the hell, what's the matter, do you think this is a restaurant, it's strong enough, the taste is wrong, what's the matter, what else do you want, and you have to give you a strawberry-flavored avenue breath to be enjoyable.

At this time, Wang Mou was like a Party B who was destroyed by Party A's various unreasonable reasons, and he had to continue to do it when he wanted to beat him.

"Alas, the taste is not right, what is the right taste. Wang Mou sighed, thinking carefully about the meaning of this taste.

According to Wang Mou's understanding, the gatekeeper of this last pass is estimated to have had enough of the breath of this Yin-Yang Avenue, so he is unwilling to accept the breath of the Yin-Yang Avenue again, so he will have to change the avenue for him.

But the reason why I chose the Yin-Yang Avenue before was actually that I was optimistic about the meeting point between this Yin-Yang Avenue and the Yin-Yang Bagua Array.

Thinking of this, Wang Mou thought of a secret of the rivers and lakes that his master once told him, that is, the Great Dao also has a level, although it is all within the Three Thousand Avenues, but different avenues have different upper and lower levels, and the superior avenues even have a certain suppressive effect on the lower avenues. (Please refer to the same column of the periodic table for details)

According to his master, the upper level of this Yin Yang Dao should be the strongest avenue besides the Heavenly Dao - the Dharma Dao.

The Dharma is the root of all laws, Wang Mou originally wanted to challenge and obtain the recognition of the Fadao, but after more than ten unsuccessful challenges, coupled with some small accidents, Wang Mou finally chose the low-profile version of the Dharma Dao - Vientiane Dao.

However, although Wang Mou did not choose the Dharma Dao in the end, Wang Mou still has a certain degree of understanding of this Dharma Dao, so it is not very difficult for Wang Mou to reshape the Dao aura of the Fadao.

Wang Mou couldn't help but smile when he thought of this, and said secretly in his heart: Didn't you say that the taste is wrong, this time I will give you a taste to see if the taste is right this time.

So Wang Mou once again devoted himself to the endless scientific research boom after conditioning his breath, to be honest, although Wang Mou had studied the Dharma Dao for a period of time before, but this avenue was the second strongest avenue among all the avenues after all, not to mention mastering it, it was already very difficult to imitate a few of his charms.

But Wang Mou was born with such a spirit of not believing in evil, for him, there was only the south wall in front of him, and the south wall that had been hit, and he never looked back.

So spring goes to autumn (although Wang Mou can't feel it), more than ten years have passed, and the original empty space has also undergone great changes.

Maybe even the designers of this fifth level didn't notice that there was a big loophole in the design of this chess piece, that is, except for the glass-colored chess pieces, the other chess pieces were really set to infinite.

So there was a very interesting scene in the originally extremely serious trial space, that is, there was a completely black and white stone built here, and the most awesome thing is this small house, don't you even have a very beautiful design, whether it is tables, chairs, benches or daily necessities.

At this time, Wang Mou sat on a stool, writing and drawing on a panel designed entirely of white chess pieces.

"There is still a problem with the one hundred and ninth spiritual power hub, it seems that he still needs to be replaced, wouldn't it be better if it was replaced with half black and half white?" Wang Mou sat here and muttered to himself.

In the past ten years, Wang Mou has successfully experienced the mental journey from indifference at the beginning, to collapse, and finally to calm, and even to the old monk's concentration, and his research on this Dharma is getting deeper and deeper, and now he is only one step away from fully mastering it.

After Wang Mou determined the modification plan for the last step, he began his experiment this time.

"The 1,965th experiment, I wish it a complete success, quack and quack (applause). Wang Mou said this as usual before the experiment, perhaps it was a comfort in his heart, or maybe it was a little comfort for the lonely life, although this behavior seemed to be mentally retarded, but Wang Mou would do it once before each experiment.

After holding this somewhat mentally retarded ceremony, Wang Mou once again came to the chessboard that filled him with love and hatred, took a deep breath, and put the chess pieces he had arranged before.

These chess pieces seem to be irregular, but each of these moves is condensed by Wang Mou's calculations, such as the glass-colored chess pieces as a symbol of one hundred and eight large states to fix the chessboard, and the black and white chess pieces are distributed in various forms around, and some are even controlled in the air by Wang Mou with spiritual power.

After these have been arranged, there is already a certain avenue aura that begins to flicker, but Wang Mou's work has not been done, he took out some black and white uneven, at a glance it looks obvious polished chess pieces and put them in various positions, although these positions are in different directions, but they all have a significant feature, that is, they are densely surrounded by various colored chess pieces.

These chess pieces are the center set up by Wang Mou, the key to improving this formation again, and with the fall of Wang's last step, the aura of the avenue is like an activated dragon, and it instantly rises into the air.

Wang Mou couldn't help but smile slightly when he looked at this rising avenue aura, and said, "Hehe, this is not enough, there is more." ”

After saying that, Wang Mou urged his own spiritual power, and in an instant, the chess pieces that were originally fixed in various directions by Wang Mou's spiritual power moved around as if they had life, if some big men who had studied the Great Dao saw this scene, they would definitely be dumbfounded, because this seemingly irregular movement turned out to be a change map of the starry sky in the sky.

In an instant, the chess pieces on this chessboard really seemed to be alive, even without Wang Mou's manipulation, they would maintain a certain regularity in rotation, and the aura of the avenue in it became even more intense.

Wang Mou looked at this scene with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "Hehe, didn't you say that it tastes wrong? ”

(To be continued)