"Go to the idler's little one's cave!"

Although Ling Feng didn't understand why he wanted to go there, he still did what he said.

"Remember, be still,............

You'll be able to feel more this way!"

Ling Feng nodded and moved on!

......

Coming here again, Ling Feng had an indescribable feeling.

On the way here, the Grim Reaper told him that everything here could only be done on his own, and the Grim Reaper would not teach him, let alone give him advice!

Flipping through the book, it was written that how to forge the body and how to feel the aura between heaven and earth next,

He remembered that the Grim Reaper once said that no matter how talented he was against the sky, if he couldn't feel the aura of heaven and earth, it would be all waste!

Ling Feng first went into the cave to take a look, and found that the white-robed old man was not there, so he took out a piece of cloth from his backpack, spread it in a small corner of the cave, and lay down to rest.

......

Seven days later,

In the morning, the weather in October gradually became colder,

But Ling Feng stood under the waterfall, letting the water dragon fly down the rapids to impact,

The ancients clouded, water drops and stones wore

What's more, this is still an impact, coupled with the icy chill, you don't have to think about it, you know how uncomfortable it is,

But Ling Feng was not affected at all, but his eyes appeared more pure and clear.

For a long time...

A long howl ran through the clouds and through the mountains and forests.

"It's finally good! The next thing is to feel the aura between heaven and earth, connect and lead, enter the dantian, transport the heavens, and wash the marrow and cut the bones!"

Ling Feng walked out of the waterfall, wiped the splash on his cheeks, and muttered to himself.

......

Three miles away from the waterfall, in a lake pavilion in a bamboo forest, the two are sitting and playing.

The chessboard is wide, the chess pieces are black and white, and the chess path is unpredictable.

Baizi, with an indomitable determination to move forward and die without regrets,

Sunspots are as plain as water, quiet as a breeze, and moving like clouds.

The old man, dressed in black cloth and a bit like a mountain man, said: "You still have this temper, you are like your sword at every turn, and you will never die! ”

"You're still so calm, and you're going to act as if you're indifferent no matter what you're facing. The white-robed old man, his eyes like swords, stared at him.

The old man in cloth did not answer this, but looked in the direction of the waterfall and asked lightly, "How?"

"The origin is unknown, the qualifications are too poor, the talent is average, the potential is nothing, although the will is firm, but the congenital deficiency. ”

The old man in the white robe didn't look at it, picked up the teacup in front of the table, and put it in front of his nose to savor it.

The old man in cloth clothes shook his head and said, "How about a bet?"

"Bet on what?"

"Just bet that this son will enter the Qi realm within one day, and gather Qi within three days!" the old man in cloth retracted his gaze and said calmly.

Wen Yan,

The white-robed old man was slightly frightened, and couldn't help but look up at the other side of the waterfall, thinking: Could it be that he has lost his eyes again?

Turning around, he continued to sip the tea in his hand, "Bet?"

"I win, you take him as an apprentice and give him Xianyun Jue, as for you win, then there is no need to say, because you can't win at all!"

After speaking, the old man in cloth fell and got up to leave.

Leaving the old man in the white robe alone, he stared at the chessboard gloomily, and spit out three words for a long time: "I lost!"

......

......

Three days later...

Ling Feng, who was sitting cross-legged by the waterhole, suddenly showed a smile.

Feel the comfort of the aura passing through Zhou Tian and washing the meridians all over the body.

Although you can't see it,

However, Ling Feng could still feel that there was a warm cyclone in his dantian, which was constantly expanding.

The aura in the Shen Yun Mountain Range was constantly converging together, with Ling Feng as the center.

......

In the pavilion, the two of them were fishing very quietly,

Suddenly, the old man in cloth shook his hand slightly, and a golden carp flew out of the lake.

"Sooner than I expected!" After a pause, he added, "When are you going to see him?"

"After you're gone!"

"I'm leaving now, I'm going to go to Nanyang City for a walk!"

"Selling wontons again?"

The old man in cloth nodded, stood up and looked at the sky, then turned to leave, and said, "Chaotiandu, it will change soon! ”

Looking at the old man in cloth clothes who was gradually disappearing, the old man in white robe turned his head and stared at the other side of the waterfall: "Senior brother, junior brother, what is so extraordinary about this son that can make you look so high." ”

Let go of the doubts in your heart,

Put away the fish basket and head towards the waterfall, but unlike before, this time it was just stepping into the air.

......

......

nighttime

Ling Feng, who was in the cave and was addicted to cultivation, didn't know that the white-robed old man had returned.

It wasn't until the fragrance of fish wafted in that Ling Feng stopped cultivating and walked towards the outside of the cave,

came to the bonfire and gave a salute to the white-robed old man,

He grabbed a cooked fish, sat down and ate it without feeling embarrassed.

Seeing that the white-robed old man didn't speak, he didn't say much, so he gave a salute and went back to the cave to cultivate.

On the second day, in the morning,

Ling Feng felt as if there were some slight changes in his body, but it was just a benefit, and Ling Feng didn't bother to pay attention to it,

The night is still the same as last night, but this time only one fish can be eaten.

On the third day,

When he woke up, Ling Feng felt that there was some slimy black liquid in his body, and he couldn't help but jump into the cold pool below the waterfall and wash it over and over again.

On the fourth day,

Ling Feng clearly felt that there was no longer a cyclone in his dantian, it could be said to be an air mass,

......

On the fifth day, in the morning,

Ling Feng stood in front of the waterhole, thinking about the weirdness of these days, his cultivation was obviously not so fast,

Then the problem is that the fish that he eats every night just doesn't know why the old man in the white robe helps him.

......

When the sun set, Ling Feng finally waited, as usual, the old man in the robe who walked back slowly with a fish basket,

Ling Feng stepped up to meet him, bowed ninety degrees, and smiled slightly.

"Let me roast this fish tonight! Tomorrow morning, I'm leaving. ”

Glancing at Ling Feng, the white-robed old man didn't answer, he directly threw down the fish basket and walked towards the cave.

It's about two hours,

The fragrance of fish fluttered in the wind, and the white-robed old man also walked out, just like Ling Feng,

When he sat down, he took the fish and ate it, but the difference was that he ate it very delicately, like tasting tea.

The two of them had a tacit understanding tonight, and neither of them got up and left after eating, but sat quietly.

Look at the night sky, see the waterfall at night, and see how the cold pool can still present a blue view in the dark.

Long

The white-robed old man looked at Ling Feng and nodded imperceptibly, with a hint of praise in his eyes.

"You're right!

Go out and be sensible, although there is nothing heavenly in today's world, but you also need to stand firm and rational before you can do whatever you want. ”

Ling Feng didn't expect that the white-robed old man didn't ask him why he came here to cultivate, and gave himself body skills and guidance, and couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you ask me something, you trust me so much?"

"Talk a lot!" said the white-robed old man and got up and left, walking towards the bamboo forest.

Ling Feng was speechless, he obviously rarely spoke anymore...

Glancing at the body technique given by the white-robed old man, it is called Xianyun Yibu, and the cultivation is not very difficult, and there is no restriction on it.

...

The night waits for the dawn,

And at the bottom of the waterfall, there was a person who kept stepping into the cold pool, sinking to the bottom of the pool, and then swimming out, and so on for several hours, he finally stopped stepping in.

Instead, they got dozens of very short logs in the forest, threw them into the cold pool, and fluttered.

He walked forward, and as soon as his right foot picked up the wood, his left foot stepped on another piece of wood, but unfortunately he didn't, and his right foot was raised and sank.

......