When the sky was still bright, He Ding woke up. He looked at the sky outside the window, and estimated that it was about midnight at this time, and there was a snoring dragon glass beside him, He Ding smiled and shook his head, he didn't know how he fell asleep.

He Ding got out of bed, got dressed, picked up the wooden barrel that was placed by the door, and left the thatched hut.

He's going to fetch water.

When Bai Wei came yesterday, he told them what places they could go near here, what places they couldn't go, and where there was a water source. He Ding wrote them down one by one, and although he hadn't been there, he could vaguely find the direction.

After going down the hill and walking on the mountain path for a while, He Ding could faintly hear the sound of the water flowing. He quickened his pace and walked towards the sound of the water. After walking for a while, He Ding saw a small stream gurgling down the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.

The water in the creek is cool and clear, with the occasional few small fish skimming by. He Ding took a scoop of water with his hand and washed his face comfortably. When his mind cleared up a little, he picked up the barrel and filled it with a bucket full of water.

This bucket of water weighs about dozens of catties, and it may be a bit laborious to lift it for He Ding in the past, and it is estimated that there is only half of the water left when he walks to the thatched house. But with He Ding's strength now, it can be said that it is easy to lift this bucket of water, and he is as steady as Mount Tai when he walks, without spilling half a drop of water.

Gently placing the barrel at the door, He Ding walked into the room and sat down on the bed again.

"Anyway, if I have nothing to do, I'll take advantage of the moment to see if there are any exercises that suit me. He Ding closed his eyes and thought.

All the exercises engraved on the stone wall in Sansheng Cave were displayed in He Ding's mind like a picture scroll at this moment. He Ding counted roughly, and there were more than thirty kinds of exercises.

It's impossible to learn every kind of exercise.

As the saying goes, learning art is not more but fine. If you know more, but most of them are just comprehending some superficial knowledge, they can't compare to the unique practice.

"Although the exercises created by the mountain masters of the past generations are mysterious, there is a problem, these are basically exercises suitable for learning from demon cultivators, and they have not considered what kind of method human beings should practice the sub-methods at all. He Ding just took a quick look and found this problem.

Because when they created their own exercises, they never thought that there would be human beings cultivating their own exercises.

He Ding has a big head, and he has worked hard to memorize the exercises for half a day, and now it seems that more than half of them are unable to practice by himself. For example, one of the exercises requires winged fowl demon cultivation to cultivate, where did He Ding get his wings?

"Isn't that kidding me... He Ding said secretly.

If there is no sword style that he can cultivate, then the evil sword in He Ding's hand is equivalent to an ordinary sword. Without the support of the exercises, He Ding could only wield the sword in his hand out of thin air, no different from an ordinary swordsman.

"Hey, cut off the water flow?" He Ding saw the slightly strange name of the exercise, so he curiously took a quick look at the content engraved on the stone wall.

"It turned out to be a sword technique cheat?" He Ding couldn't help but exclaim, he thought there was no hope of finding it, but it turned out that he was attracted by this strange name, so he discovered this technique.

He Ding continued to look down.

"This cut off is really not self-created. He Ding thought, "The first paragraph above records how this broken water flow was obtained by this person, it seems that it was found in a tomb of an immortal cultivator? ”

On the stone wall, it was said that this person had just copied the exercises recorded in the tomb, and some parts of the tomb had long been decayed and weathered and covered by cracks, so the broken water flow was only the first eight layers of the broken water.

"Is there only the first eight floors...... It's not bad either. "He Ding doesn't dare to ask too much now, it's already great luck to have a sword style suitable for human cultivation.

He Ding continued to look carefully, even if he didn't know how to use a sword at all, he felt more and more that this sword style was profound and powerful.

Cut off the flow of water, the essence of which is one word, break!

Cultivating to the extreme, you can cut off all things!

He Ding watched it for a long time, and finally understood the origin of the name of this broken water. If you use a sword to cut off a stone or a piece of steel, it can only be said that the sword is sharp and the strength of man is great. If the continuous stream of water can be cut off, then the sword user can be regarded as truly comprehending the true meaning of the sword.

From rigid to soft, from force to meaning.

Even with He Ding's comprehension, he only knew a little about the first layer of this broken water flow, and when he touched the doorway, he still couldn't comprehend it thoroughly. After all, he had never been exposed to exercises such as sword style before, and it would still take some time to fully master this first layer.

After persisting for a while, He Ding finally gave up, and he couldn't comprehend the artistic conception of the first layer of the broken water flow just by imagining it in his head, so He Ding decided to find a time to practice it on the spot to improve his understanding of the sword style.

With this sword style, He Ding's mood was much happier, what he was most afraid of was that the evil sword he had spent 11,000 treasures in exchange would become a waste sword in his hand, which would not only disappoint Chi Lao, but he himself would not be able to accept it.

He Ding continued to browse the exercises on the stone wall.

"Juyan Tongtian?" He Ding saw another name that piqued his interest.

"Is it an exercise that can increase your body size?" He Ding took a quick look, "Well, the enlarged body shape is just an illusion?"

But if it's the real body shape that has been added, it's too terrifying, He Ding thought, and then looked down.

"If you can cultivate to the extreme, you can transform the real with the void, and the giant will reach the sky. He Ding looked at this sentence and was stunned.

Transform the real with the virtual, and the giant reaches the sky.

"If the illusion in front of this exercise can only be used to scare people, then this cultivation is terrifying in the end. Transform the real into the real, it is a real entity!" He Ding's mind was a little confused, since a year ago, his worldview has been constantly subverted.

"Cultivating to the tenth layer, increase your body size by a hundredfold. He Ding's eyes were full of shock, and he couldn't imagine himself becoming a giant like a mountain.

If you become such a giant and move mountains and seas, it will not be an impossible thing to accomplish.

"The first nine layers of this giant Yan Tiantian, the enlarged body size is just an illusion, but it is not from one to ten layers that suddenly turns from virtual to real. From this to the tenth floor, the whole process is slowly changing from the virtual to the real. He Ding somewhat understood.

The first layer of Juyan Tongtian covers the whole body with true qi and releases illusions outward, which can increase the body size to ten times, but the illusions are easy to be recognized and very easy to collapse. There are only a few sentences in this exercise, which is completely different from the detailed text and picture explanations that are easy to understand, and He Ding is very difficult to read.

"It seems that even cultivating this first layer is not a simple matter. He Ding thought.

The sky was nearly white, and two hours had passed since He Ding studied this stone wall in his mind. At this time, He Ding heard a noise around him and understood that it was Long Li who woke up, so he opened his eyes and ended his cultivation.

"When did you wake up?" asked Long Li, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"It's been about two hours. ”

"What are you doing so early?"

"Cultivation. ”

"I'm really convinced of you, how comfortable it is to sleep in. ”

"I've beaten the water, put it outside, you can go and wash your face. ”

"Your little brother is doing quite well, and he knows how to fetch me water, which is worthy of being a man that my dragon master admires. Long Li patted He Ding's shoulder.

He Ding glanced at Long Li, and his eyes revealed a murderous intent.

Long Li closed his mouth in amusement, tidied up his clothes, walked to the door, and splashed a scoop of water from the bucket on his face.

He Ding suddenly remembered the eight Tsukidan that he had exchanged for in the Treasure Pavilion, and they were still quietly placed in his bag at the moment. He took out the small jade bottle from the bag and poured a few into the palm of his hand.

Each Tsukidan is the size of a He Ding's fingernail, smooth throughout, and slightly cold. He Ding looked at the eight pills in his hand, and his heart was a little uncontrollable, and he wanted to swallow them all in one bite.

"I don't know if I can break through to the late stage of foundation building. He Ding licked his lips.