Seeing that the knife in his hand was becoming less and less like a knife, Leng Feng was helpless. With a low sigh, he placed the completely deformed knife on the iron pier and walked out of the room.

If you don't control the temperature of the flames you spew properly, even if you try again, I'm afraid it will only be useless.

Therefore, he planned to go outside the house to practice controlling the temperature of the flame.

When Leng Feng walked outside the door, he found that Han Han had not left, he had been standing by the door, and he didn't know what he was doing.

When Han Han saw the cold wind, his heart was shocked, and his hands unconsciously supported the wall to make his heart feel steady.

"Where?" the Han swallowed.

"Go and adjust the flames. With that, he jumped to the roof and sat down.

Han Han suddenly looked at the figure that jumped up to Leng Feng, took a few steps back, patted his chest, and then locked his eyebrows.

In the end, Han Han went to the blacksmith room, pulled the wooden cart out, and when he came to the door, he said to the cold wind on the roof

"I went out to sell weapons. ”

Seeing that the cold wind did not respond for a long time, Han Han sighed in a low voice, and then pulled the wooden cart towards Yutou Town.

For Han Han's departure, the cold wind didn't care, he was thinking about how to control the temperature of the flame, how could he think of such a simple thing before, since it would be so difficult.

After sitting and standing for half an hour, the cold wind tried to spit out the flames, and the red flames continued to erupt from the cold wind mouth, and when the wind blew, it made a fierce sound.

If he was asked to expand the temperature of the flame, then he only needed to use more spiritual power, but if he wanted to lower the temperature of the flame, the cold wind could not do anything. The flame was originally transformed by the spiritual power of his soul body Chiyang Sword, if the spiritual power was used a little less, the flame would be extinguished, it seemed that the flame of the Chiyang Sword in his soul body was like this.

After a quarter of an hour, the temperature of the flame did not drop from the time it was extinguished to the time it erupted, and the cold wind did not know how to adjust it. After several attempts, the cold wind was slightly impetuous, and simply sucked the flames into his body and wrapped his hands around him.

When he stopped being real, he couldn't help but recall what Zou Lao had said before.

'Everything in heaven and earth has two sides, some deep and some shallow, some heavy and some light. The same is true of enlightenment, if there is no shallow enlightenment, then what is deep is considered deep?'

At that time, Leng Feng didn't care about Zou Lao's words, but now, Leng Feng can't help but regret a little why he didn't ask Zou Lao for advice in the first place.

Only then did he understand how important Zou Lao's words were to an immortal cultivator.

If you can control the temperature of the flame subtly, this is undoubtedly the ability to improve the spiritual power of the control of the flame. Once an immortal cultivator's spiritual power is properly controlled, the immortal magic he casts is not only amazingly powerful, but also consumes less spiritual power than those who are not properly controlled.

Take the well-known immortal method 'Dao Elephant' as an example, the Dao Elephant is the practitioner's use of spiritual power, which evolves according to the mantra, and the formation of the Dao Elephant is the different nature of the evolution of spiritual power.

And whether the Dao Elephant is powerful or not depends not only on the strength of the spiritual power in the caster's body, but also on the ability to control the spiritual power. When controlling the spiritual power, the more subtle the control of the spiritual power flowing in each part of the Dao Elephant, the hardness and aggression of the Dao Elephant will be.

If the spiritual power of any part of the Dao Elephant is not properly controlled, this is undoubtedly the weakness of the Dao Elephant.

This is like a fast cement floor tile, if the cement that makes up the cement floor tile is evenly distributed on the floor tile, there is no doubt that every part of the floor tile is equally hard. But if the cement is not evenly distributed, the tile will be hard in some places and not so hard in others.

No matter what the immortal method is, it can also be regarded as a cement floor tile, and each immortal method is a whole. In the same way, if the nature of the immortal law that is promoted can be evenly distributed, it will be relatively stronger.

This is true of all things, and the great of any first substance in the world is made up of countless small things. The five elements themselves are the first substances in the world, just like a flame, no matter how big the flame is, it is formed by countless small flames.

And Zou Lao, what he has realized is far more than the most basic material size in the world, even he can understand what is shallow and what is deep, and comprehend the depth of the Tao with countless shallowness.

Leng Feng would never have thought that the Han Han, who he mistook for a refiner, would take his morality to a new level while teaching him to strike iron.

When he understood that the essence of the world is big because of the small, the cold wind suddenly felt that his mind was empty, and his mouth suddenly opened. He had to re-evaluate the immortal methods he had learned in the past, in terms of controlling his spiritual power, what were still redundant and what were lacking.

Leng Feng couldn't wait to try the control of the immortal method, so he knotted the inner lion mark corresponding to the nine-character mantra 'persona' in his hand and let out a low sigh

"Immortal law, draw the ground as a prison. ”

A four-sided cage evolved from spiritual power appeared in the palm of Cold Wind's palm, emitting bursts of white light. The cage was no bigger than a palm, and the cold wind held it up in front of his eyes, and quickly gathered spiritual power to his eyes, making his vision dozens of times stronger than usual.

He figured out Guò's eyes to see if there were any corners or faces in the cage where the spiritual power was gathered was not evenly distributed.

But after staring at the cage for half an hour, Leng Feng still didn't find the problem, but he didn't believe it, each of the six sides of the cage was equally solid.

After a while, the cold wind still found nothing, and he held the cage he had cast for a long time, and suddenly realized that the six roots of man are the most powerful root of thought, and the root of vision is not the strength of man to distinguish things.

So he closed his eyes and felt the cage in his hand with his heart, and he tried hard to feel the cage in his hand, but the more he forced it, the more difficult it was to feel the cage.

He locked his eyebrows, his spirit was not so calm, too insistent but counterproductive, and after a while, he only felt that his spirit was not so concentrated, and his forehead was covered with dense sweat.

"You are Yu Chengfeng!"

The other one jumped out of his spiritual world, and the words made the cold wind suddenly open his eyes, and he gasped for breath, his mind in a mess.

He was originally in a calm mood, but once again fluctuated due to his incarnation.

After a long time, Leng Feng shook his head, trying to calm his mind, and simply did not close his eyes, thinking about how to feel the weakness of the cage.

Since you have to feel the subtle shortcomings of the cage, if the sensitivity is too strong, you can only make this sensitivity revolve around the cage irregularly, which is almost no different from seeing with your eyes. Therefore, this sensitivity must be minimized in order to feel the inside of the cage, so as to gradually feel the various parts of the cage.

Thinking of this, Leng Feng took a deep breath, tried to reduce his whole body state to an ordinary person, and closed his eyes again to feel the cage.

After sitting like this for a while, Leng Feng opened his eyes again and stared at the glowing cage in his hand. Just now, when he lowered his state to an ordinary person, he found that he was now an immortal cultivator, and he couldn't do it at all like an ordinary person, whether it was spiritual power or consciousness, or the spiritual power that flowed between the soul body and the physical body.

However, Leng Feng was not discouraged, for he was now completely certain that if he wanted to feel the weakness of the cage, he had to minimize the sensitivity of the Root of Thought. What Leng Feng has to do now is not to make senseless feelings, but to understand how to completely transform himself back into the state that ordinary people have.

There is no weakness, and there is no strength. This is the definition of the Great Dao, no matter how powerful the being, it is made up of countless weaknesses. The strong and the weak are like the Taiji diagram, and they can be regarded as complete by holding each other.

Leng Feng can realize this in the early stage of Yingshen, which can really be described as amazing, and it is precisely this realization that makes his future achievements limitless.

Losing big because of small usually means: losing big benefits because of small interests. And the enlightenment of immortal cultivators is: You can't do small things, so how can you talk about big things?

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