That is, of course, an act of death.

And it's quite deadly.

But it's all said, the king replays the bronze number.

If you don't do a little bit of trouble, what's the difference between it and real bronze?

Of course, this is just a joke, and the real reason is that according to the growth progress of this body, it will take more than half a year before it can cut into cultivation.

This time is too long for a great grandmaster.

It only takes a month at most to change the qi and blood, and to experience the changes in the root bones and the whole body in this process, but in fact, it can't even be used up in a month.

Half a year minus a month, or more than half a year!

So, what is that time for?

Experiments, of course.

The time is just right, and the sun is shining...... Well, there is no sunshine, but as the saying in the previous life, beating a child on a rainy day is idle anyway.

The root bone of this body itself is only a middle and lower, or even a middle level, which is not very ideal.

If it's down, down, very bad, then it's just right, barely enough, and he doesn't need to toss back and forth.

Now, of course, it's a toss.

Must be tossed.

It was also at this moment, after the inspiration, there was thinking, and after thinking, Xu Guangling finally decided on a major research project for the past few months, "Root Bone Change".

Of course, there is also the "physical and mental transfer", which is used on Xu Tonghui.

There is also the "Transformation from Great Sect to Great Grandmaster", which will be used on Tian Hao in the future, although it is difficult for Tian Hao to reach the height of the Great Sect, and even half of it cannot be reached.

And this root bone change, Xu Guangling used it on himself.

Without going through practice, but only through ordinary means, mainly herbs, to see what kind of boundaries the root bones can reach under the action of medicine, up and down.

Up, whether it can achieve perfection, a few points worse.

Downward, after going down to a certain extent, will it lead to the bottoming out of life itself, showing a different kind of "creation".

And all that.

This is something Xu Guangling had not dabbled in in his previous life, and it is also a new field for him.

It should be interesting.

After deciding on the project, looking back, he wanted to achieve the great sect of the Great Grandmaster Realm, isn't this a river that must be crossed on the way?

Therefore, this so-called flash of inspiration is not just a flash of inspiration.

Rather, it is the "instinctive" thinking of the great sect and the great master.

At this thought, Xu Guangling smiled slightly.

Time seems to be reversed, reversing back to the beginning of his previous life from ordinary to extraordinary, that night, the new composition, and the words that he embedded in this song "A Thousand Autumns of Great Dreams":

I mourn, and the world mourns with it.

When I am silent, the world is silent.

I laugh, and the world laughs with it.

I sing, the world becomes a butterfly, spreading its wings and flying.

At this moment, there is no singing, but the world is still in the posture of a butterfly, whirling around him, and in the dark, he can even feel the lightness and fluttering.

Xu Guangling suddenly became interested.

He hadn't touched the piano in a long time.

I've never seen anything like that in this world.

In his previous life, in the final analysis, his original identity was half a "musician".

Thinking of this, Xu Guangling smiled again, his eyes gentle.

It was by no means the gaze of a great sect or a great grandmaster, and it was not the gaze of a possessor of the "immortal true nature", but a real, eleven-year-old child's gaze.

It was afternoon, outside the gazebo, a light rain was falling.

Xu Guangling stretched out his hand and picked up a leaf that had been knocked down by the wind or rain from the back of the bench on the edge of the pavilion.

Elongated leaves, like willow leaves from previous lives.

In fact, it is not a willow, but only a slender one.

This is also the characteristic of this life and the previous life—the appearance is similar, but it is not the same.

If you want to peek into the world, there is no book, and if you want to sing the years, there is no spring and autumn.

If you want to drink alcohol, you want to get new knowledge...... Still young......

Father and mother, the son is well today, the heart is fragrant, I wish you a long spring breeze and a long drunk, and sleep with heaven and earth.

Teacher, Elder Chen, is the new world good? The disciple is no longer around, and he can neither listen to your teachings nor continue to serve the disciple's work, you must be good, but unfortunately there is no Great World Express, otherwise the disciple will definitely send you the root bone modification potion.

Jiantianjing, this guy is too uncompetitive and not powerful at all, and when it can really "learn the world", maybe the disciples will know where you are.

Until then, you must be careful.

Especially Old Chen, remember to be a man with your tail between your legs, you are no longer a generation of martial arts sects.

Shen Xinwu's disciple, the cultivation of all the way from a mortal to a great grandmaster, as a teacher, has been carefully analyzed for you with the meticulous simulation of fifty years of college entrance examination and thirty years, and there is no ambiguity in it.

Even if the world changes and you start all over again, presumably, you won't let your teacher down, right?

As a teacher, don't worry that you are not good.

I'm just worried that you're too good.

Asking you to transcribe the Tao Te Ching 10,000 times is actually just trying for you to memorize those four words.

Good is like water.

Chang'an Daoyou, if there is no accident, you and Xiaoxin should be in the same world, and I don't know how long it has been apart, but it should be, it won't be too long, right?

I don't know if you two can still recognize you?

......

Thoughts are like the wind and rain.

Xu Guangling did not control, but went with the flow.

And the thin leaves placed on the side of the mouth are naturally blown by the mouth.

There is no tone and tone, but it is just like the wind and water, and it has its own theme.

It was the great master's ascending height, and the sun and moon rose and fell.

It is the great sect of the world, laughing at the world is different, but the reason is one, one is the great one, and the eternal is the great one.

It was "Father", "Mother", "No Wind and Rain", "Big Dream Thousand Autumns", "The Road of Sages", "Scorching Beauty", "Rotten Ke", "World Title Page" and other pieces of music echoed in my heart, and what was strung together by the notes was not only a memory, but also a path.

That's what you met along the way, those people, those things.

It's not just the scenery.

It's more than just an experience.

It has long been integrated into life and has become an inseparable part of life itself.

So it doesn't matter about the past.

That is also this life, at this moment, in the casual set of the plan to fiddle with his own bones, only to know that the mind of the great sect and the great master has already become the main body of life, even if you change a body, you will not be "pulled into the water" by this body, but only the body will be pulled up.

The mind may be disturbed, but the mind cannot be invaded, and the consciousness cannot be moved.

"Because I have a big patient, because I have a body, and I don't have a body, what is my trouble?"

Such a level is not yet reached.

But the flavor can already be appreciated a little bit.

It is the world that turns into a butterfly and flies beside me, and it is also me who turns into a butterfly and flies in this world.

It's not beautiful enough, it's not so arbitrary, the level of the great grandmaster is still a little low, in this life, it's time to come on, there is already a lifetime of dependence, in this life, it's better to go further, far away, at least there must be ten tunes to make a mark, right?

You can't be compared to your previous life.

The clear voice gradually sank in the light rain, but it was no more than a dozen steps away, and it disappeared in the peace of heaven and earth.

Xu Tonghui couldn't hear it.

People outside the compound couldn't hear it even more.

Only this rain, this pavilion, the water outside the pavilion, the trees by the water, the grass under the trees, and the stones between the grasses, witnessed this moment and listened to a concert that was not expected.