Three days before the auspicious day of the zodiac, Zhang Philosophy began to eat vegetarian food, worshipping heaven and earth at two o'clock in the meridian every day, and spending the rest of the time to meditate and breathe to ensure that his body and mind are in the best condition.

On the auspicious day of the zodiac, the weather was clear, and before dawn, the old Taoist of Yunshan took Zhang Zhi and went straight to the Ge family's cultivation cave in Cumulus Mountain. After arranging Zhang Zhezhi, Yunshan Lao Dao left him a jade slip and instructed him to crush the jade talisman when he encountered a critical matter, and he would rush to help.

The sky hadn't yet dawned, but there was a glimmer of light in the sky. Zhang Zhe sat cross-legged in the cave, and the long sword and tiger roared across his knees. After his mind was completely calm, Zhang Philosopher turned on the True Yuan, forced a drop of essence blood to the tip of his right index finger, and then lightly swiped on the blade of the tiger's roar, and a drop of blood as thick as fat dripped onto the sword body. The hard and steely sword body seemed to have life, slowly absorbing that drop of essence blood into the sword body. After all the essence and blood were absorbed, a faint red halo overflowed from the sword to the tip of the sword like a water pattern, and a long howl that seemed to be absent came from the long sword, like a comfortable feeling of long-term thirst and nectar.

A drop of essence blood was forced out, Zhang Zhezhi's face turned snow-white, his whole body seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and his hands were trembling slightly. Essence blood is the essence of the essence and blood in the body, and it is already the best of his ability to condense a drop with his cultivation. This drop of essence blood is equivalent to draining half of his body's essence. This is also the reason why his cultivation has reached the fourth level of qi refining, otherwise he would not have the ability to condense this drop of essence blood at all, which is why he must cultivate to a certain level in the cultivation world before he can sacrifice the magic weapon.

Zhang Zhe trembled and took out a jade bottle from his arms, uncorked the bottle, and poured out a pill with a medicinal fragrance from it and put it into his mouth. As soon as the pill melts in the mouth, it is swallowed mixed with saliva and swallowed into the stomach. The medicinal power was quickly absorbed, and Zhang Philosophie's lost essence and blood were quickly replenished.

After adjusting his body and mind again, Zhang Zhezhi condensed his mind to Yin Tang, and then turned into a consciousness that shot out from Yin Tang and attached to the big sword. Due to the absorption of the essence blood by the Tiger Roar, he could already feel that there was a plausible connection between himself and the Tiger Roar, as if there was a feeling like a sibling, but this sibling seemed to be still in the numbness of the blood and could not be used clearly and effectively.

For five hours from morning to night, Zhang Zhezhi kept stroking his consciousness back and forth on Tiger Roar's body, infiltrating his consciousness into the sword body little by little, until he felt extremely tired physically and mentally, and then stopped.

Zhang Zhe held the hilt of the sword in his hand and stared at the long sword, and there seemed to be a sense of blood connection between them. stood up, put the tiger roar on the sword stand beside him, moved his hands and feet, stretched his waist for a long time, took out a pill of Bigu Dan from the jade bottle on the stone table next to him, and then took out a supernatant talisman and pinched it in his hand, and recited a spell in his mouth, the rune paper suddenly burned, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into a light golden ball of light, and suddenly turned into a ray of light and drilled into his ancestral aperture.

As soon as the light formed by the supernatant condensing talisman penetrated into the ancestral aperture, Zhang Philosophy could feel a coolness spread in his mind, and his originally tense and tired spirit relaxed in an instant, and his whole spirit was as comfortable as if he had just woken up, and more than half of the fatigue of the whole day had been removed.

"Don't say it, the things that the old man got are quite useful, for the sake of the old man's intentions, I should make him less angry in the future. Zhang Philosophy said to himself while moving his muscles and bones.

Zhang Zhezhi turned around on the flat ground outside the cave for half an hour before returning to the cave, burrowed into the bed, and fell asleep in three or four breaths.

Most of the time of the practice is very boring, just doing one thing over and over again. If you sink your mind into the practice, time will pass before you know it. Thirty-six days have passed since the beginning of the sacrifice of the long sword and the roar of the tiger.

Early this morning, Zhang Zhezhi had just infiltrated his consciousness into the long sword, pushing his consciousness to continue to penetrate into the depths of the long sword, and it didn't take long to feel that his consciousness suddenly loosened, and his consciousness suddenly became smooth in the long sword. He was overjoyed in his heart, knowing that the long sword and tiger roar had finally been refined. According to the teachings of Yunshan Lao Dao, this is the feeling, a feeling that is unhindered, as if the long sword is its own limb.

Zhang Zhe slowly opened his eyes, looked at the tiger roaring across his legs, ran the true yuan, attached the true yuan to the consciousness and instilled it into the long sword, and drank lightly in his mouth: "Get up." With his shout, I saw the sword body of the tiger roaring tremble slightly, and then slowly levitated.

Seeing that the long sword was already able to levitate, Zhang Zhe was pleasantly surprised in his heart, and his mind was suddenly confused, and the long sword suddenly fell uncontrollably, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Zhang Zhe raised his hand and slapped his cheek, and scolded himself: "Happy fart, only with such a little progress is complacent." After speaking, he took a deep breath, readjusted his mind, ran the true yuan, and controlled the long sword to slowly levitate in mid-air again. After the long sword hovered smoothly in mid-air for a full hour, and felt a slight fatigue in his mind, he dropped the long sword on his legs, and continued to instill his mental consciousness in the long sword, allowing his consciousness to flow slowly in the long sword.

The sacrificial alchemy is a water grinding kung fu, which requires patience to run in little by little. And driving the Dharma weapon is a long-term water grinding effort, and a certain amount of time must be spent on seeing the Dharma weapon every day. All Zhang Zhizhi can do now is to drive the long sword to float in the air, and there is still a long way to go before he can move the sword freely.

Day after day. Zhang Philosophy keeps practicing the tiger roar every day, and he will never stop until he is exhausted. Meditating and refining qi, driving the long sword, the daily work is to repeat these two things. The result of a long period of cultivation is that his cultivation is improving rapidly.

Originally, after entering the fourth layer of qi refining, Zhang Zhizhi did not continue to work hard to cultivate. At this time, with the help of the sacrificial refining weapon, he got up early every day and practiced hard at night, coupled with the fact that the old Dao of Yunshan had prepared enough pills for him to sacrifice the magic refining weapon, so in less than a hundred days, his cultivation had reached the high level of the fourth layer of qi refining, and with a few months of practice, he would definitely be able to reach the great perfection of the fourth layer of the refining weapon, and as long as he cultivated for a period of time, he could break through to the fifth layer of qi refining.

After nearly 100 days of penance on Cumulus Mountain, Zhang Philosophy has cultivated the Tiger Roar Sacrifice to the fullest, and can drive the long sword for about three hours in a row within a range of thousands of zhang. Until today, Zhang Zhezhi felt that he had reached the stage of moving the sword like a finger arm as mentioned by the old Taoist of Yunshan, so he dared to try to fly the sword. You can't be too careful to rely on a long sword to get yourself into the air hundreds or even thousands of feet, otherwise you will fall into flesh once you fall. Only when you reach the seventh level or above of Qi Refining can you rely on your own cultivation to fly in mid-air for a short time, and if you don't reach this level, falling from mid-air will result in death.

When he got up in the morning, Zhang Zhezhi first adjusted his body and mind to the best state before walking out of the cave. Today is the first day of practicing Edgeworth's flight, and it should be more solemn, because today is also an auspicious day for the zodiac.

Zhang Zhezhi had already calculated that he had to be cautious when he first started practicing the flying of the sword, and he couldn't fly into the air all at once, it would be too dangerous, so he planned to practice on the flat ground in front of the cave now, and then fly far away.

Tie the long sword with the scabbard behind him with a common sword-binding method in the rivers and lakes, stand in front of the cave, take a deep breath, pinch the sword trick in his right hand, and his heart moved, and he drank lightly in his mouth: "Out of the sheath." With the shout, the long sword tiger roared out of its shell, flipped a sword flower and stopped beside Zhang Zhezhi, hovering half a foot above the ground.

Zhang Zhezhi moved Zhenyuan all over his body, making his body as light as possible, and then raised his right foot and carefully stepped on the sword, tried it, and felt that it was still very stable, and then lifted his left foot to step on the sword. Using the method taught by the old way of Yunshan, the first time the sword, he used Zhenyuan to wrap his feet tightly around the sword, and stepped on it vigorously, feeling that it was very stable, so he urged the long sword with his heart, and only flew slowly around the flat ground in front of the cave three feet above the ground.

After turning around a few times on the flat ground in front of the cave, it felt still very stable, and Zhang Zhe drove the long sword to fly to the height of the treetops and flew along the mountain. Cumulus Mountain is very large, but Zhang Zhezhi didn't dare to stay away, and when he flew out of the cave thirty miles away, he turned back, and then flew out again, flying repeatedly, until the true yuan in his body was about to be exhausted, and then he fell in front of the cave.

After a day of tossing, he calculated that he could fly to about 3,000 miles at a time with all his might. He came from a world of science, so he also took into account the problem of wind resistance during the flight, because the wind resistance at low altitude and high altitude are completely different, and also took into account the risk of flying in heavy rain, which can be a tricky problem in the rain. Of course, the solution of these problems must be continuously summarized in the future flight practice, and what I can do now is the limit of flying under conventional conditions.

As far as my current cultivation is concerned, flying is a game played with life, and everything is based on safety.

After three days of practicing low-altitude Edgeworth, Zhang decided to try high-altitude flying tomorrow. No, you can't think too much, if you think too much, your adrenal glands will get excited, you can't think too much.

When I got up in the morning, the sky was clear again, there was not even a trace of clouds, the field of vision was wide, there was no hidden danger of high-altitude thunder and lightning, and it was a good weather for flying. For the first high-altitude flight, there must be a ceremony, and there must be a posture. Zhang Zhezhi recalled in his mind those Xianxia movies he watched in his previous life, those chic and cool actions, and quickly determined his unique flying mode.

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