Xu Dong exclaimed, "Ahh

"In addition to recording the method of building weapons, there are many marching battles, sending troops to transfer the art of war, the Yellow Emperor asked his prime minister to translate the Dragon Armor Divine Chapter into thirteen chapters of the art of war, twelve chapters of the law of solitude, and one thousand and eighty bureaus of Qimen Dunjia. ”

"Master, I've read this book before, why haven't my skills improved rapidly?"

"That's because you didn't read it carefully, and if you understand this book thoroughly with your own understanding, your skills will naturally improve. ”

Xu Dong said in his heart, look at your imperial sword master as a reckless man, no matter how you look like a scholar, how can you know so much?

The imperial swordsman said, "Qimen Dunjia uses ten days to hide one, with nine palaces to record the intersection of heaven and earth, with gossip to record the direction, with eight doors to record personnel, with nine stars and eight gods to record the surrounding environment, there is time, there is space, is a kind of wisdom than heaven and earth." ”

He also said, "The reason why I let you out of the cave is because outside, you can find something corresponding to Qimen Dunjia. ”

Xu Dong walked out of the house and saw several shepherds driving cattle and sheep to graze in the meadow.

After walking a short distance in the meadow, they found a patch of grass that was growing luxuriantly, but not a single cow or sheep to eat it, and the delicacy did not seem to appeal to them in the slightest.

What's even more strange is that every herd of cattle and sheep walked around the road when they came to this place, and none of them approached the grass.

Xu Dong checked carefully, but did not find that this piece of grass was different from other places, but it had not been eaten and trampled by cattle and sheep for a long time, and it grew exceptionally tender and fat.

The Imperial Sword Master said, "Go and ask the shepherds and see what they have to say about this phenomenon." ”

Xu Dong walked down to a herdsman, told him about the strange thing, and asked him what was going on.

The shepherd said, "This land has a ghostly atmosphere, so the cattle and sheep take a detour." ”

He found another shepherd and asked.

The shepherd said, "The tender grass is so poisonous that the cattle and sheep dare not eat it......

Xu Dong did not dare to agree with their statement, and felt that there was a more reasonable explanation.

He asked the Imperial Sword Master, "Master, you must know, what is the reason for this?" ”

The Imperial Sword Master said, "You use your own brains, put this matter together with Qimen Dunjia, and think about it deeply." ”

After speaking, Gu Zi walked away to the side, refusing to give Xu Dong any hint anymore.

Xu Dong's thoughts all day were on this issue, and for a moment there was a piece of grass in his mind, and then it was "Qimen Dunjia", and finally two words came out like a spark: "Magnetic field!".

Perhaps due to the effect of the magnetic field, this piece of grass interfered with the brain waves of cattle and sheep, causing their biological rhythms to be confused, and they mistakenly thought that this grass was a deep ravine, or a volcanic red flame......

He ran back to the thatched house, and couldn't wait to open "Qimen Dunjia", and he found that the magnetic field was hidden in Qimen Dunjia.

But what does this have to do with practice?

A true practitioner, or a practitioner who transcends others and finally reaches the highest realm, cannot simply repeat the routines of those who came before you, so that you will never be able to step out of the shadow of others.

Besides, how many monks in ancient and modern times have left behind the so-called practice secrets?

Those who have been able to ascend to immortality may have taken their peerless martial arts to the heavens, and the extraordinary non-immortal people who stay in the air are worried that the latecomers will catch up and compete with them for scarce resources, let alone show their skills to others.

Therefore, the more people who can practice to a high level, the less likely they are to learn from the experience of their predecessors, or even not at all, and the way forward must be explored step by step by themselves.

In fact, those who succeed have relied on their own wisdom roots, opened their own understanding, and created a set of exercises suitable for themselves.

This cultivation is the same as dressing, it must be tailored to one's own figure, and if you wear someone else's robe, you will never be able to show your own style.

As an imperial sword master who has practiced to the middle level of the Distraction Realm, he has long realized this, and he brought Xu Dong out this time, mainly to exercise Xu Dong's ability to realize himself, and he does not intend to teach him any routines, but only gives him some hints when necessary.

At night, in a simple thatched house, Xu Dong, who was reading with a tall green lamp, couldn't settle down.

"If you are bored from reading, you might as well go out for a walk, I have used secret methods to add vigilance around here, it is very safe, nothing can hurt you!"

After speaking, the Imperial Swordsman pulled a robe and covered his body, and fell asleep in just a moment, making an even snoring sound.

Xu Dong got up and walked outside the thatched house, and saw that the moonlight was very good, and there was a layer of mercury on the ground, and even a grass had a few leaves clearly, so he suddenly became interested, and reflexively closed the door to get fresh air outside.

He did not want to go to the great meadow, for he was tired of the monotonous scenery of the day, so he walked instead to the woods on the north side of the meadow.

As soon as he reached the edge of the woods, a sound of "ho-ho-ho!" burst into his ear drums, like the murmur of some beast.

But after careful screening, this voice clearly came from a human body, and meeting the same kind in a strange place made him feel a little kind.

He searched for the sound and came to a clearing in the depths of the woods, and saw a scene that made him not believe his eyes: a man was standing upside down with his head down and his feet up, and what was even more strange was that this person's head did not touch the ground, but was about a foot and a half from the ground.

If you look closely, it turns out that the man had a rope around his ankle, and the other end of the rope was tied to a large tree branch.

He could not see the man's face, because he covered his face with a black cloth, revealing only his eyes and mouth.

What is this man doing hanging upside down from a tree? Is he going to commit suicide? Suicide should be hanged by the neck, how can anyone commit suicide by hanging his feet?

He watched it for a long time, and finally figured out that the person might be practicing qi.

He was still amazed that there were still people practicing like this!

In the midst of his doubts, there was a sound of "ho! ho!" again, although the sound was not loud, it could be described as low, but it was not small enough to pierce his ear drums, and he felt his eardrums tremble like broken window paper.

A suction force extended from the man's upside-down head, and the grass stalks under his feet were uprooted, and they were sucked by the man in unison, and in an instant, more than a foot thick grass stalks and blades were piled up in the open space under the man's head.

He secretly sighed in his heart: People say that they destroy the withering and decaying, but this person is cutting off the vitality of nature!

Suddenly, with a "whoosh!" sound, a huge breath came out of the man's mouth, and the man, like the legendary wind god, spat out a hurricane and swept away thousands of miles.

He only felt his hair fluttering back, and a ridge of autumn leaves swept towards him, and he couldn't help but fall to the ground, rolling backwards with the autumn leaves.

The place where the thick stems and blades of grass had just been piled up was now a white clearing, leaving not a single broken stem and leaf, only the white moonlight seeping through the funnel-like canopy.

He could never have imagined that the change of wind and clouds in this moment was only because of the giant's breath.