The days were repeated between cultivating the Tao and studying medicine, and every day after practicing the exercises, he went to the pharmacy, and if there was nothing wrong, Chen Fu would go to the study and bury himself in the pile of books. There are no secret exercises, techniques, pills, etc. in these books, and he estimates that Qi Zhili is recorded in the divine consciousness, and it will be passed on to him when it should be transmitted, such as "The Beginning of the Cultivation of Divine Skills", "The Secret of Destroying the Gods", etc.

Qi Zhuli would also tell him some methods of seeing, hearing and asking him from time to time, take him to sit in the clinic or go to the clinic, teach him how to use acupuncture and moxibustion, and conduct pathological analysis of the patient's symptoms afterwards, Chen Fu's medical skills continue to improve.

In terms of alchemy, Qi Zhuli would occasionally refine a furnace of elixir and let him watch the alchemy techniques and observe the fire, but he had not yet let him try it.

Winter went to spring, and in the blink of an eye it was June of the following year. On this day, on the Baizhang Cliff, Chen Fu was cultivating his divine sense.

He sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, and his thoughts reached more than a foot deep in one fell swoop. He "saw" the intertwined roots of the sycamores, and he also "saw" the remains of wild beasts, and when he went deeper, he was blocked by a layer of mystery.

"I don't know what's going on under this Wutong Ridge? I can't go any deeper every time. Chen Fu sighed and probed his mind to the bottom of the sea.

He "saw" a lot of coral groves in the shallow sea two miles from him, and strange little fish roaming in the corals, and there were shellfish, starfish, jellyfish, and seaweed surging in the water.

Chen Fu's mind probed to the sea again, and about ten miles away, he "saw" wisps of Yuan Qi floating, he guided the Yuan Qi and made them dance, and the surrounding air was also brought up, and a gust of wind blew on the sea.

"That's the wind and rain!" he thought happily.

"It's a pity that it's just a light wind, and it can't summon rain. He had some regrets.

Chen Fu harnessed the light wind and blew from a distance to the sycamore forest behind him, where he heard the rustling of leaves. On a whim, he guided a few wisps of vitality to wrap around a withered branch on the ground, only to see the withered branch fly up a few feet high, swaying forward a few feet away, and planted headlong on the ground, without moving.

"I'll be able to teleport things too!" he was overjoyed, and then he had an idea: "If this is a sword and I can move it, isn't this an imperial sword?"

He thought to himself, "But, if you can't move even a dead branch far, how can you move a sword?"

As soon as he said it, he separated a wisp of divine consciousness, drilled out from the center of his eyebrows, gathered the vitality nearby, wrapped a wooden plank on the beach that rushed up from the sea, and suddenly rose dozens of feet high. The plank was the width of a palm, three feet long, and he flew through the air as if he were driving a flying sword, and suddenly it circled, and suddenly it went into the air, and then it flew forward. When I flew ten miles away, I saw that the plank was like a kite with a broken string, and it staggered and fell into the sea.

It turned out that Chen Fu's current divine consciousness could only be ten miles out of his body, and he had to return if he was far away, so he directly threw down the plank and ignored it. Turning his head, he continued to look for the objects on the beach at the bottom of the cliff, and he was very busy.

It wasn't until after noon that Chen Fu returned to the pharmacy, and Qi Zhuli and Da Chun had already had lunch. Chen Fu walked out the back door and went to the kitchen in the backyard of the Qi family, and after eating alone, he came to the study to read.

After a while, Qi Zhili paced in, Chen Fu hurriedly stood up and said hello, Qi Zhili nodded and asked, "How is your divine sense training now?"

Chen Fu replied: "The divine consciousness can reach ten miles out of the body. The idea can reach ten miles in the air, two miles deep in the water, and more than one zhang underground. ”

Qi Zhili was stunned, and secretly thought in his heart: "That is the first layer of consummation, two months faster than I was at the beginning." What's more, I was nourishing my divine consciousness with Yuan Liquid at that time, and I don't know how many times stronger than his current Ming Yuan Realm's Yuan Qi energy. This kid, his qualifications are really good!"

Qi Zhili said, "It's okay, keep working hard." ”

Then he told him: "Since you can't go down the ground of Wutong Ridge, don't explore it again." If there's anything weird, it'll hurt your senses. ”

Before leaving, Qi Li took out a box of Wen Shen Dan and handed it to him.

Chen Fu was not polite, he thanked him and put it in his arms, he only had two at home, so it was good to prepare them in advance.

In the evening, Chen Fu went to the Westinghouse to dig out the hunting tools left by his father, picked out a short sword in it, and checked it, feeling quite handy. This short sword is one and a half feet long, the hilt is five inches, the body is one foot, the hilt and scabbard are made of one color of ebony, and the appearance looks antique. In Chen Fu's memory, his father often rubbed it, but he never saw him wearing this sword to hunt. Chen Fu hung the short sword on the head of the bed, ready to use this short sword to practice his sword skills.

The next day, on the Baizhang Cliff, Chen Fu carried a short sword on his back, faced a plane tree, and meditated with his eyes closed. He separated a wisp of divine consciousness out of his body, gathered the vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth, pulled out the short sword with a "bang", quietly hovered above his head, and then stabbed at the plane tree three zhang away, only to see the short sword "snort", stabbing into two or three inches at once.

"It's not bad, this sword is quite suitable, this move has to think of a name, it's called 'Long Drive Straight In'. Well, good name!" Chen Fu was smugly.

He hovered the short sword above his head again, and then flew up obliquely into the sky, flying ten zhang high, the tip of the sword turned off, and quickly stabbed straight down to the plane tree just now, and with a "bang" it sank into the canopy, nailed to a branch, and the blade of the sword pierced into half of it.

"This move is even more powerful, what is the name? It is called 'falling from the sky'. Well, there's momentum!" Chen Fu was complacent.

He hovered the short sword above his head again, and then flew towards the plane tree, this time without stabbing it, the short sword flew three feet away from the edge of the plane tree, flew to the back of the tree about two feet, suddenly turned around, the tip of the sword stabbed back towards the back of the plane tree, and stabbed the back of the tree with a "poof", and the tip of the sword pierced an inch deep.

"This move is the least powerful, but it is unexpected, and it is impossible to prevent it. If you miss a stab, you can spin in a circle several times, or even dozens or hundreds of times. Well, let's just call it 'a hundred turns'. Chen Fu hollowed out his mind and used all the ink in his stomach to name the sword.

In the front yard of the pharmacy at night, Chen Fu talked to Qi Zhuli about it: "Mr. Qi, I tried the sword today. ”

"That's right, how did you get Edgeworth?" Qi asked with all his might.

Chen Fu carefully explained what had happened, and humbly asked Qi Zhili if the name of the sword move was appropriate.

Lying on the rocking chair with all his might, he was silent. I thought to myself, other cultivators are surging the vitality in their bodies out of their hands to control the flying sword to kill the enemy. And you have divided your divine sense to guide the vitality of heaven and earth to control the flying sword, is this okay?

The divine consciousness of ordinary cultivators is not as strong as Chen Fu's, how can the separated divine consciousness gather how much vitality between heaven and earth. If there is less vitality gathered, the power of the sword is not enough, and there is no lethality, it is nothing more than a trick to play tricks. Besides, if a cultivator can distinguish his divine consciousness from his body like Chen Fu, at least in the Starry Sky Realm, how strong is the energy of the Yuan Qi in his body! Who would use the Yuan Qi that has not been condensed in the heavens and the earth to control the flying sword! It is only under Chen Fu's special situation that he can come up with this strange sword technique.

Twisting his head with all his strength, he didn't get entangled anymore, and discussed the name of the sword move in Chen Fu's mood, and he followed the temptation: "I think that trick 'falling from the sky' can also be called 'flying straight down', you think, if you divide dozens of wisps of divine consciousness and control dozens of flying swords to fall from the sky, isn't it like a waterfall flowing straight down!"

Chen Fu closed his eyes and imagined that spectacular scene, the corners of his mouth curled to the sides, revealing a shy smile, and his heart was full of excitement: "This is how Edgeworth should be, when will I be able to do it?"