The changes brought about by his body made Lou Yi feel ecstatic, and his spirit was also lifted, he looked at his side, took the classic book with the small wind technique, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The reason why he did this was because the book naturally exuded a very comfortable breath, like a breeze blowing on his cheeks, soft and soothing, making Lou Yi can't help but breathe deeply.

He opened the book slowly, and what caught his eye was the following words, "Untie the three autumn leaves, and you can bloom February flowers." Thousands of feet of waves across the river, into the bamboo ten thousand poles slanted. ”

This seems to be a poem, written by a predecessor named Li Qiao, it is said that this person is the power to comprehend the true meaning of the wind, these poems are his understanding of the four seasons of the wind, and there is his interpretation of the wind.

The wind is ethereal, gentle...

The wind is high-pitched, fierce...

The wind is blowing, and the wind is turning...

The wind is haughty and cold...

Although the wind has no fixed form, it is as ubiquitous as the air, pervasive, as small as the breeze makes people not feel it, and as big as the wind sweeps the sky and destroys the withered and decayed, if you want to understand the wind, you must first perceive the rhythm of the wind, and integrate the rhythm of the wind with body and mind.

Lou Yi savored the meaning of these words, but immediately scratched his head, this sentence made him feel a little confused, what is omnipresent, what is without a trace.

Sighing, he slowly got up from the futon, and walked out of the house with a stomach full of doubts, and he was bored, pushed open the door and walked out, appearing in the courtyard.

Slowly looking up at the sky, the sky was covered with white clouds, the sky looked very high, terraced clouds were all over it, he felt the wind passing by in his ears, but he couldn't feel the presence of the wind on his face.

However, when he felt the surroundings with his heart, he finally noticed the existence of the wind, it was not nothing, but the sense of existence was low, because the intensity of the wind was low, so it made people feel that it did not seem to exist, and Lou Yi's eyes were filled with a hint of understanding.

At this time, he looked up at the sky, at this time, the clouds suddenly began to accelerate, and they quickly galloped towards the southeast in the air, and the terraced clouds in the sky were also torn apart by the strong wind, and this scene also made Lou Yi feel something.

At this moment, a gust of wind swept by, his body was violently slammed, his clothes were swept by the wind, and there was a rapid whirring sound in his ears, and the cold wind with a biting cold air blew on his face like a knife, Lou Yi involuntarily murmured: "People are like the wind, and the wind is like ...... people."

He felt as if he had grasped something very important, so he quickly ran back to the house, returned to the practice room, sat down on the futon, picked up the little wind again, and looked at it intently.

Time flies, Lou Yi stays in the practice room for a whole day, he closes his eyes and feels the surroundings, and at the same time keeps everything in the book in mind, although the small wind technique is a book about the power of the wind, it systematically covers many levels, such as integrating the power of the wind into the body, or integrating the power of the wind into the spell.

The wind spirit vein itself is a kind of auxiliary spirit root, and its function is to comprehensively improve the monk's own various states, don't look at the purity of his wind spirit root, if he uses it properly, it can also improve his very considerable strength.

At this time, Lou Yi's surroundings were filled with a faint cyan light, like a small whirlwind clinging to his body, turning fast and slowly with the ups and downs of Lou Yi's chest.

Lou Yi only took a day, he already felt the rhythm of the wind, although he couldn't let it out of his body, but for most people, it was already a great thing, the understanding of this thing was ethereal, invisible and intangible, and Lou Yi was smart since he was a child, his eyes seemed to be able to understand the soul, and when he concentrated on doing one thing, he could often achieve twice the result with half the effort.

About another tea time, the cyan light on his body slowly disappeared, Lou Yi exhaled, his eyes slowly opened, he sighed and said: "It's so difficult, I can only last for about five breaths every time, and I don't know what happened to other people, is it really my limited qualifications?"

There was a hint of loss in his eyes, but he was soon replaced by a resolute look, and he cheered himself up: "Diligence can make up for clumsiness......!

Grunt......

Just as he was about to puff up again, the sound of protest came from his stomach, and he realized that he hadn't eaten for a day and a night, touched his hungry belly, and got up and walked towards the utility room.

After a while, a pot of fragrant and attractive Lingmi porridge was ready, he swallowed his saliva vigorously, filled himself with a large bowl, and regardless of the fact that the Lingmi porridge was still hot, scooped a spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Woooooo Oh... Woo ......"

The little guy screamed hotly, but his face was full of happiness, you must know that the rice porridge he ate before was mixed with other things, and now he desperately hopes to improve the realm as soon as possible, but he has no extra spirit crystals to cultivate, and the porridge boiled by this spirit rice has become the only way for him to improve himself.

After feeling the spirit rice into the body, the rolling warm current, the fatigue and hunger of the day, suddenly disappeared, he guided the warm current into his own meridians, along the cold breath nine turns of the exercise route, the spirit of the transformation of these spirit rice, into the body.

The limbs and bones all made a sound of joy, feeling the surging aura in his body, feeling the continuous improvement of his cultivation, he felt that all this was worth it, and he believed that in a few days, he would be able to break through the second layer of the fading stage, and when the time comes, he will be able to practice the small wind technique, I am afraid that he can last longer.

After a while, a pot of rice porridge was all in the stomach, and the roar in the body was not stopped, this time he was really extravagant, and he used three taels of spiritual rice, which was dozens of times that of his servant, and the spiritual rice was different from ordinary rice, each grain was about five centimeters in size, crystal white and snow-white, and it looked like a beautiful jade pendant.

However, the spiritual rice is also divided into several levels, the spiritual rice issued by Lou Yi is all low-grade spiritual rice, and then there are medium-grade spiritual rice, high-grade spiritual rice and the best spiritual rice, but he has not seen it so far, it is said that a pound of medium-grade spiritual rice can be sold for a hundred runes, ten times the price of the lower grade spiritual rice.

Although Lou Yi also wanted to taste something, but because he was shy in his pocket, every penny should be used on the blade, and after putting away the pots and pans, he returned to the practice room, but it didn't take long for him to come out.

Because he found that although he was not physically tired, he couldn't concentrate his spirit, and every time he wanted to forcibly perform the exercises, his head would make a buzzing sound, and he couldn't concentrate, he felt that this might be his limit, and Lou Yi still understood the truth of being too late.

Leaving the practice room and returning to the bed, after a while, the sound of his snoring came from the room, even in his sleep, the aura transformed by Lingmi was still improving his body all the time.

The next morning, Lou Yi was woken up by a strange smell, and after getting up, he felt that his whole body was sour, and there was a smell of stinky salted fish.

Not only that, he also felt that his whole body was wet and sticky and extremely uncomfortable, he turned over and got off the bed, and hurriedly went straight to the courtyard, the temperature in the early morning was still very low, but he didn't feel cold at all, a small and trembling sound of undressing, and then he heard a commotion, Lou Yi just stood naked in the courtyard and washed.

After the unpleasant smell on the body was washed away, the viscous feeling was gone, the whole person felt refreshed, and he felt comfortable between breaths, he unconsciously used the small wind technique, and a faint cyan light appeared on the surface of the body.

I tried it a few more times in the yard, until I was out of breath, I returned to the house unsatisfied, cooked a pot of spiritual rice porridge, brought it to the table, and hurriedly ate a bowl.

But after eating, he smashed his mouth and said to himself: "Although the porridge is good, it's a pity that the food is tasteless." ”

Lingmi porridge is very sweet, but there is no taste in addition, in the past, Lou Yi was mixed with wild vegetables, mountain mushrooms, and sometimes there are hare meat and other beating tooth sacrifices, the meat is fragrant, the mountain mushrooms are delicious, and the Lingmi porridge is naturally full of color, flavor and flavor.

Thinking of this, he decided to take the time to go out hunting, and just to practice the little wind technique, after all, it is better to practice more behind closed doors, and only by tempering in confrontation can he earn actual combat experience.

After cleaning up the pots and bowls, he hurried to the practice room, which was refreshed and refreshed, and the effect obtained from running the cold breath nine turns was much better, but it still did not reach a week, but the persistence time was at least twice as long, which already made him overjoyed.

When the cold breath nine turns couldn't hold on, he put all his energy on perceiving the rhythm of the wind, and at the same time thinking about how to integrate the perception of the wind into himself, he only had a firewood knife now, and he considered taking the time to go to the Pavilion to have a look.

In this way, three days passed in a flash, Lou Yi lived a very full life, and finally when dusk came, he felt the meridians of his whole body tremble suddenly, as if a blocked river was suddenly dredged, and the operation of the aura suddenly increased a little.

Lou Yi couldn't help but open his mouth to drink, and a wisp of cold qi erupted from his mouth, and then the aura around his body worked, and his complexion changed from the previous blue and purple to ruddy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Standing up and moving the joints, the crackling sound was endless, the originally thin body looked a little fuller, took a deep breath, showed a surprised expression on his face, and muttered: "Finally stepped into the second layer of the fading stage." ”

At this time, he tried to use the small wind technique, and when he heard a whoosh, his body instantly rushed into the sky, and then slammed into the roof, and then fell down like a sack, and he grinned in pain, rubbing his head and touching his buttocks, but after half a sound, there was a pleasant laughter from the practice room.