Ling Hu Heng will not know, just the most basic to carry Zhou Tian, many people are also after countless encounters before they can find a way, how can Ling Hu Heng be as lucky? However, this is also related to the old Taoist teaching method, people as masters, all of them have repeatedly analyzed the main points, deeply afraid that the disciples are not clear, and if necessary, they will help the disciples understand the trajectory of spiritual power; The difference here is that others teach their disciples all methods, while the old Taoist priests teach one word - "enlightenment". And there are some disciples who don't know what it means to understand the meaning of the old Taoist, so they have never learned the essence of it, thinking that the old Taoist priest is just a vain name, and over time, naturally no one wants to come to this green bamboo forest anymore.

However, according to the teaching method of the old Taoist, what can be finally comprehended is not only the simple mantra, but also the precious understanding, which is undoubtedly of great help for later cultivation. Just as the old Taoist priest said, what you can go in cultivation is your own, and what you can cultivate to what extent is determined by your own understanding. It's a pity that the old Taoist priest has good intentions, but no one can understand it. Strange as Wu Zhen, the words of the old Taoist priest are comparable to the holy decree for him, the old Taoist priest told him to go east, he immediately complied, and he would not ask why, for Wu Zhen, the words of the old Taoist priest he just wanted to listen. It is precisely because he doesn't ask why, so the realm improvement is not slow, compared to his qualifications, it can be described as a miracle. Ling Hu Heng is an exception, he is born with good roots, and he has strange eyes that others do not have, so he can naturally feel the method of cultivation, and he can cultivate on his own without the guidance of others. But what he didn't know was that often the effect of the first cultivation was the greatest, and he could almost reach the early stage of Qi training, and those with good qualifications might be able to ascend to the sky in one step, directly reaching the realm of the Great Perfection of Qi Training, and he was only one step away from stepping into the foundation building period. It stands to reason that Ling Hu Heng's qualifications are supreme, but why did he just feel that his whole body was comfortable and not tired for the first time he cultivated, and this was due to his pair of eyes that were different from ordinary people, and it was those strange eyes that absorbed most of his cultivation results that made his realm almost not progress. This pecking and drinking, but it also has its own cause and effect.

Ling Huheng didn't care so much, he pushed open the door and saw Wu Zhen practicing swords, he watched with envy, but he also knew that the swordsmanship of this sect needs to be entered for several years, depending on the cultivation, the master will pass on the sword. And Ling Hu Heng has just touched the door of cultivation now, if he wants to practice the sword, according to Ling Hu Heng's progress, it will take at least three or four years. Ling Huheng looked at it for a while, but he couldn't figure out the doorway, after all, swordsmanship needs to be matched with sword tricks to exert the maximum power, just watching from the sidelines, even if he learned all the moves, it was just an embroidered pillow, and it was useless. Ling Huheng also knew that his strength was not enough, and it was too early to practice his sword.

After watching it for a while, I couldn't see why, as the so-called layman watched the excitement, and the insider looked at the doorway, Ling Hu Heng was unwilling and had no choice, so he had to silently go to the kitchen to drink some porridge, and then returned to his room and began to cultivate. With the previous experience, Ling Hu Heng quickly found that qi and guided it to swim to its chest, pass through the Baihui acupoints on the top of its head, and then go all the way down its spine, and finally return to the dantian. After finishing a week's transportation, Ling Huheng found that the breath seemed to be a little bigger, although it was only a little bit, Ling Huheng still felt a little excited, after all, the hard work has borne fruit, although it is only a little bit, but it is also exciting enough. After Ling Hu Heng finished carrying it for a week, he naturally wanted to strike while the iron was hot and continue to cultivate. After two weeks like this, Ling Hu Heng found that the qi was swimming too slowly, so he suddenly thought: "If I guide myself, then what? At least the speed of cultivation will be a little faster!"

Ling Huheng didn't know the stakes either, and he could do whatever he wanted. He blindly sought to be fast, and began to control the still very weak qi to speed up, how did he know, this is a taboo in cultivation! His meridians have not yet widened, and they can't accommodate such a rapid and fast operation, sure enough, it hasn't been half a week, Ling Hu Heng has already felt a fever all over his body, if you look at it from the outside, his face has been covered with red light, this is obviously a sign of going mad. And that qi that became faster was now not under the control of Linghu Heng, and began to run around in the body. Ling Hu Heng said in his heart: "This time the death is decided!" That qi doesn't care whether the meridians are smooth or not, it is a burst of chaos, Ling Hu Heng only feels that life is worse than death, and the unopened meridians are tossed around by this qi, and the pain is so painful that he even has the intention of committing suicide, and he can't move his hands and feet, and it is a luxury to want to move.

Just when the qi in Ling Hu Heng's body was getting stronger and stronger, there was suddenly a clear and peaceful, but powerful strange air flow into his body, and at the same time, a voice sounded in his ears: "Calm down!" Ling Hu Heng's heart was shocked, and he slowly retracted his mind, and that powerful qi tried his best to retract that small but dangerous qi, and Ling Hu Heng also tried to control it again. Time passed in this tug-of-war, Ling Hu Heng was too shallow in cultivation after all, and the chaotic qi was also collected by that powerful qi one by one, and finally returned to Ling Hu Heng's dantian, no longer presumptuous.

Ling Hu Heng breathed a sigh of relief, slowly opened his eyes, and looked back, who else was not a silent Taoist? I saw that his face was pale, and he was obviously tired enough just now. Ling Hu Heng thought to himself: "When did the old Taoist priest come in? I don't even know anything! However, how did he come so timely, he must have stayed next to me to protect the Dharma for me in the first place." Thinking of this, Ling Hu Heng just wanted to say thank you, and said silently: "You still practice at night, read and write during the day!"

Ling Huheng felt guilty at this time and nodded. The silent Taoist didn't speak, he got up and walked out of the door, his steps were a little vain! Ling Hu Heng looked at the back of the silent Taoist and thought, "This old Taoist priest still cares about me, otherwise he doesn't care how I cultivate." ”

After a while, Ling Hu Heng remembered the instructions of the silent Taoist, and he didn't practice anymore, but picked up a book and read it. As soon as he turned the first page, Ling Hu Heng was stunned, isn't this the door rule given to him by the old Taoist priest! Such a thick book, how many door rules should be in it! Ling Hu Heng's head was big for a while, and when he remembered the words of the old Taoist, he still read it hard. This rule is divided into: respecting the teacher, maintaining the honor of the sect, uniting with the same sect, not befriending the devil, etc. Of course, so many door rules cannot be formed all at once, but are added year by year, which also reflects that the Ancient Sword Sect is really ancient.

Ling Huheng didn't think about it so much, just listlessly flipped through the book and looked down one by one. However, every time he looked at it, Ling Hu Heng had to slander it in his heart, for example, the fourth one couldn't make friends with the Demon Dao, Ling Hu Heng thought to himself: "All the good people in the decent are good people, so you have to make friends?" Ling Hu Heng is still young after all, in his eyes, except that good people are bad people, there is no difference between good and evil. This is also what he realized when he followed the fortune teller to the old man. Ling Hu Heng has seen more than once that officials are using their power to oppress the people, and more than once they have seen robbers in the wild, but they are also thieves, and they have never been embarrassed by Ling Hu Heng and the fortune teller, after all, they don't have much oil and water on them. Based on this, the distinction between good and evil in Ling Hu Heng is very thin, almost nothing. And the tenth article, "the same door is in trouble and needs to be rescued", Ling Hu Heng was also slandered: "If the big man is in trouble, of course I will save it;

Ling Huheng continued to look down with colored glasses, and finally found a door rule that he agreed with very much - "My faction is dignified, if you see weakness, you need to give necessary help." This kind of door rule, so that Hu Heng finally stopped slandering, but also appreciated, this is related to his experience, if he was still in infancy, the fortune teller did not take him back to raise him, it is estimated that he would have starved to death on the street. Feeling this, Ling Huheng also agrees with this door rule.

Time passed little by little, and unconsciously, Ling Huheng had already read the thick book of door rules and memorized them all in his mind. This can't be helped, he was born a pupil magician, and his memory is so strong that he doesn't think second-hand. After Ling Huheng put down the thick door rules, he stretched his waist and walked out of the door, and saw Wu Zhen cooking again. Linghu Heng was also in the mood and began to help Wu Zhen. Wu Zhen was naturally happy to make Hu Heng cook with him, so he talked to Ling Hu Heng about his cooking experience, and Ling Hu Heng also listened tirelessly. After a while, a meal was ready, but what made Ling Huheng depressed was that there was still no trace of meat.

After dinner, Ling Huheng returned to the room to continue carrying Zhou Tian. With the experience of the last time, Ling Hu Heng no longer dared to be reckless, and carefully controlled the speed of qi swimming, and after one night, Ling Hu Heng only carried it for more than ten weeks, and most of the spiritual power he cultivated was unconditionally absorbed by the double pupils. Despite this, Ling Huheng was still a little excited, after all, his efforts were finally not in vain.

Day after day, the grass in the green bamboo forest withered and greened, green and withered, and it had been two years before I knew it. In the past two years, Ling Huheng's height has also begun to grow, his clothes, shoes and socks have to increase by one size, and his cultivation has also increased to the middle stage of foundation building. Although Ling Hu Heng's cultivation was considered fast among the disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect, compared to his qualifications, it was not up to par. It also took Wu Zhen two years to cultivate to the middle stage of foundation building, and Ling Huheng had nothing to be proud of. It's not that Ling Hu Heng doesn't work hard, it's just that his double pupils are too consuming spiritual power, and almost two-thirds of the spiritual power that Ling Hu Heng cultivates is sucked into the double pupils.

Although the silent Taoist is also very strange, he can't find a reason, of course, Ling Hu Heng doesn't know what the reason is, so he has to laugh at himself: "In the name of a genius, but like a big man's speed!" Fortunately, Ling Hu Heng is tough by nature, although the progress is not fast, he still insists on cultivating every day, and he has read a lot of books, it can be said that it is as small as the customs and customs on the Tianyu Continent, and as big as the secrets of the cultivation world, Ling Hu Heng has dabbled in it, although it cannot be said that he is well-read, it can be regarded as a little knowledge.

On this day, Wu Zhen finally practiced the introductory swordsmanship of the Ancient Sword School, the "Ancient Sword Thirteen Styles", and the old Taoist priest also began to pass on his Linfeng Imperial Sword Technique. Ling Hu Heng watched with envy, but he also knew that his cultivation was not enough, he hadn't even started to practice the sword, and he still wanted to resist the sword? It was too early! You know, although Wu Zhen looked simple, his cultivation progress was not slower than that of ordinary disciples, and even surpassed it, his cultivation had actually reached the middle stage of the knot pill in the accumulation of time!

Cultivation on the way, the more difficult it is to climb the realm, the practice period is extremely fast, the foundation building period will slow down, to the knot, the improvement of cultivation is almost calculated in years, and then the Yuan Baby, the golden body, the gods, the void, the Mahayana not to mention, the cultivation to the Mahayana period is all over a few hundred years old men and old women, if you still want to soar, you have to work hard for hundreds of years. It can be seen that the road to cultivation is long!