Li Feibai woke up from his meditation and didn't hurry to get up, just frowned and pondered.

This unknown Zhu Guo is really very strange. Just one goes down, and his meridians are cleansed and filtered, and he still shows tenacity. Not only that, but the body was actually like the last time when the molten cave turned into a fire spirit, and the greasy dirt was discharged, which was clearly the body was also tempered.

Now that I think about Mr. Fang Jian, I ate that small half, but it was a waste. It happened suddenly, just hurriedly turned into a dantian, and swallowed it like that, the dantian qi sea was full of overflow, but it was never like this time, and it was slowly introduced, a little bit, and concentrated on refining.

Just treating it as gasification is really a tyrannical thing, and the function of this fruit has not been tasted eleventh.

Looking inward again, his porridge-like chaotic dantian qi, only this one, the power of the fire spirit was completely fused, and the spiritual power of the meridians in the body no longer felt scorching, but this was an unexpected joy, but at this moment, it was sad in vain.

Now in the dantian, it is red, like a natural formation, this, which color dress fairy said it should be complete?

With a tremor in his heart, he reached out and took out the painting scroll, feeling quietly, but there was no movement.

Raising his hand to knock the painting into the air, a magic trick hit, and the figure flashed and fell into it. In front of me, the valley is still flowing, the scenery is still the same, a peach tree, the branches are red. Hong'er, the fire spiritual power has been transformed, I still remember your joke at the beginning, you want to rely on my power to suppress the demon body, and now, I can give it a try...... Feibai is here, do you know?

The breeze was blowing, the grass was shaking, and there was nothing to say.

......

Stand still for a long time and return to the cave. Counting the time, he couldn't help frowning. This one went down, and it took half a month before and after. But it was really unexpected.

What's more, now that one has been dissolved, the body has been quenched, and it is slightly estimated that compared with before, it has risen by a few percent. In this way, we can't continue here, we still need to do the exercises and practice the Fa again, and ponder and experience it. Although relying on this miracle, the spiritual power in the body is still more refined than before, but this method of rising is faster than the fire spirit at that time, which is simply terrifying. But in a trance, there is a feeling of not knowing my own body.

If I continue like this, I feel really uneasy. If you are in a hurry for quick success, I am afraid that you will make mistakes, and you will not be able to do too much. You need to be especially cautious when it comes to cultivation, no matter how extraordinary it is. I actually have this kind of trance-like feeling, if I can't even understand and understand myself, and only strive for the length of cultivation, and swallow dates, but I have lost my mind, I am afraid that I will fall astray.

Before taking this fruit, I still thought that I would be able to melt it in time for Xu Yi to estimate it, and then go to the Six Mountains. It seems that these are all nonsense. Preconceived, he only regarded his cultivation as a rush to the sky, and he fell into the lower echelons early. Let's see.

......

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days have passed, and Li Feibai couldn't help but be stunned in his heart when he faced the cave mansion that had been expanded a lot by himself.

I don't want my own method of understanding to bring out such inexplicable feelings!

I wanted to go out, use the magic sword, and feel the difference in this soaring mana, but I thought about it left and right, but I gave up. I am here alone, and I am coveted by a few things, this, and now I still have to endure some of them, and it is good to keep them. In case a big fanfare provokes anyone's eyes and makes a mess, I'm afraid it's not easy to deal with my own skills. When I thought about it, it was all the same sword, but it was in the cave.

Look at the emptiness of the four walls, just like the emptiness of the heart, neither go out, but raise your hand to hang on the wall.

The small and inconspicuous cave house, unexpectedly, has a different meaning for himself, looking at this painting, thinking of the flying red valley, the past is vivid. Why don't you just engrave this picture?

The sword rises, the sword falls, and the stone goes away, but it fails to do as he thought!

Sink your heart, go again, it's deep again!

Surprised!

On weekdays, it comes and goes like the wind, shuttling through the shadowless sword, but now I really want to get up and leave a painting on the stone wall like a brush, which has become a luxury. When a sword goes, the stone chips gradually hit into piles, and none of the swords can be as I thought.

Difficult!

The sword fell, and I thought that I could see everywhere, either it was biased, or it was deep, and it was intentionally controlled, but it was shallow. At the end of the day, I don't say that I left a painting on the wall, and I didn't even leave a sword at will, and I couldn't do it!

Since he learned the sword, he has also worked tirelessly, practicing day and night, and he has been fighting with Wan Jun day and day. When it comes to the sword, chopping off the flowers, and piercing the fallen leaves, this sword is clearly going with your heart, like an arm and a finger. Today, is it difficult to make a wall painting?

This surprise made the waves rise in my heart.

His original sword, so smooth, seems to be random, this meaning, but now it seems, but it has lost its taste, I am afraid it is just a momentum! Because of the shape and momentum, it seems to be free and easy, but in the end it has not been able to enter the subtlety. It's just tangible and insubstantial, where is the real arm and finger. Now that the sword is engraved, every bit of competition is revealed, and this layer of paper has been pierced......

Nothing came of it.

If you want to make the sword royal envoy like holding a carving knife in your hand, and carving it on the stone wall? It seems that you think this is too simple, and you don't know the true meaning of the sword at all, just like watching the flowers.

Suppressing the horror and abandoning his original thoughts, Li Fei sat down and concentrated.

Without it, only the sword rises and the sword returns. Just ask for a sword!

In the cave, the stone wall flew debris, gradually covering the figure of the sitting cross. He didn't get up, just swept behind him and went again.

For more than ten days, this sword passed, slowly entered the stone, turned slightly, obliquely down, when the stroke was drawn, the direction of the sword body changed again and again, and the depth rose and fell, occasionally paused, and then down. After a while, the sword momentum was retracted and flew back to Li Feibai's side. Raising his hand to take the sword and getting up, the corners of Li Feibai's mouth curled.

On the stone wall scraped down layer by layer, there is a lone stroke, just a ruler long. This brush, crooked and oblique, wide and narrow, different shades, like a letter pen graffiti, but this graffiti stroke, finally the charm of the heart.

"This is the real mountain...... "Seeing the mountain is the mountain," muttered to himself, Li Feibai was still in this state of mind.

Raising his finger, he thought back to his daily paintings, and nodded as if he were making a gesture. The tone is frustrated, which is a bit of a meaning.

"Whew" let out a long breath and woke up. Hey, why did this cave suddenly become so darker? When I looked back, I was covered with stone chips.

......

In the next two days, Li Feibai didn't do anything, just meditated.

Looking at the cave that had been scraped deeper by himself for half a month, he looked at the strokes on the smooth stone wall, just figuring out the depth of the sword when it went. It is known that this sword goes, even the heart attracts the mind, and the place where the sword falls, as if it is a finger touch, is in the bottom of the heart.

Then I remembered that time, in the battle with the pig in the residence of the firelight beast, a sword went, and the beasts gave the head.

That sword, after that, no matter how I perceive it, I still can't grasp it, and it is difficult to continue that essence. I was also annoyed, puzzled, and didn't know where to bend. It's only now that I've come to a little realization, and I'm afraid that I've never really stepped into the hall of Edgeworth. There is no substance, there is nothing to see, but it is just a fog to see the flowers. I am afraid that most of the people in the world who wield swords are just like their own before......

I insist on it so much, and I don't know why it tastes like it, how to become enlightened.

Under contemplation, he raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help but stroke the sword in his hand again.

In the past ten days, the sword has not gone to the previous feeling of wearing flowers and attracting butterflies, it is still sluggish, but it seems that it does not advance but retreats?

Looking down at the sword, I had an indescribable illusion in my heart.

When I asked for that stroke, I didn't have any other thoughts in my heart, but now that I think about it, I feel in my heart that the sword falls in a trance, and that feeling, every bit of it is reflected in my heart, as if my fingers are falling, and the sword touches my heart?

Now when I look at this sword, I always seem to be familiar and closer, and it is like looking at a living thing. The faintly blue sword body in the black exudes a sharp and domineering spirit that is indestructible and indestructible. In the past, he played and probed day by day, and the envoy faced the enemy, but he did not feel the temperament of this sword. Occasionally, I am surprised by its ability to drive away yin and evil, but I am only surprised after the incident, and on weekdays, I don't feel anything at all. Even if it is probed, it is still a dead thing, and there is no trace of waves.

I don't want to do it this time, after more than ten days, I actually felt the qi of this sword, lying quietly in my hand, but it was clearly like a creature hibernating.

I couldn't help but think of the method of containing the sword. I had only heard that the weapon could be psychic, especially the sword. Yun Jian is also a long time, and after a long time in the sea of qi, the breath can be figured out. Today, I didn't understand the intention of this sword, if I just threw it in the dantian qi sea like that, I'm afraid it's just a sword bag, the sword is a sword, a person is a person, no matter how long the years are, it's difficult to be psychic.

For more than ten days, there was no distraction, and his mind was all on this sword, and he only wanted the sword to fall as much as he thought. Unconsciously, I grabbed my heart to feel the touch of the sword, and I just wanted to turn it into my own hand, so it seemed to be unintentional, but I felt it, which was really an unexpected harvest outside of the subtlety.

I don't want to understand the method of engraving by myself, and I actually pulled out so many things.

I had the idea of Yun Sword before, but because I didn't understand the origin of this sword at that time, when I was fighting the fire spirit, I was so frightened by the black shadow that I didn't dare to take the sword into the dantian, so I put it down. It wasn't until not long ago, after that scene, that I heard Lao Ao explain the sword, and detained the spirit of the demon dragon, and he had no scruples. Now, I realized that I had an unexpected sense of connection with this sword...... The fingers gently stroked from the sword body, and quietly felt the qi that was about to burst out under the coldness, trance, heartbeat, and qi turning, and I didn't feel the same.

Raising his head, his mind was condensed on the body of the sword, his hand was raised, and the sword was thrown into the air, silently reciting the magic trick, there was no need to try to brew at all, and he opened his mouth to suck it in, only to see the spirit sword in the air flashing, blinking and turning into silk, gently and softly, and falling into the sea of qi.

......

After two days of meditation, Li Feibai went out again, and took a turn around the surrounding mountains, and then turned back to the cave and condensed his mind. Reaching into his arms, he took out a vermilion fruit, put it in his mouth, and closed his eyes and fell into silence.

On the stone wall in the cave, a light painting.