Mad owl

Hengduan Mountains, Nu River Basin.

The mountains are undulating and winding, ancient trees are everywhere, old roots are intertwined, green branches hang down to the ground, and dark green moss is covered with gravel and tree roots. Looking around, it is lush and dreamy.Because it is too dense, it is difficult for sunlight to penetrate, and the entire area appears dim.Because it is too dense, birds and beasts cannot move freely, without the singing of birds and the roar of animals, it is quiet and peaceful.

A beautiful green picture scroll!

For many years, outsiders have never set foot here; for many years, this place has been quiet; for many years, this place has been a paradise of lush vegetation; for many years, it has continued its legend in silence.

until today! ! !

boom!In the depths of the dense forest, a deafening roar reverberated, the mountain shook slightly, the branches and leaves were scattered, the fine sawdust scattered and splashed, and the hanging branches shook violently.

This is an ancient tree that has grown for hundreds of years, and its trunk is big enough for five people to embrace, but at this moment it is shaking slightly and moaning tremblingly under the bombardment of the iron rod.

Not to mention the wild bombardment, what a terrifying power! !

Among the intertwined old roots, Yang Jing stood silently holding the tungsten gold stick, letting the branches fall and the sawdust splash, calmly, savoring the power of the blow just now, feeling the impact brought to the body by that blow. effects, especially numbness and pain in the arms and wrists.

"Collect the breath and gather the mind, concentrate and wait to go, when you move, you will explode, and the whole body will act. There is tension, relaxation, and form!! Yang Jing, come again." Above the head, an old man lowered his eyes lightly, standing quietly among the canopies of ancient trees , white beard and white robe, white cloth tied hair, out of the world, immortal.Feeling the shaking of the trunk, judging the qualification of this 'critical attack'.

Yang Jing took back the big tungsten stick, lightly brushed the bright red raised lines with the tip of his left finger, and held it five centimeters below his right hand, gathering breath and condensing the aura.There is no previous arrogance, no previous hideousness, both his face and breath are extraordinarily calm, at first glance, it seems that he has changed into a nirvana, masculine, handsome, and more calm.

Is it mature?Is it metamorphosis?It's a change of temperament!

After a while, the lids of his eyes were raised, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, mixed with blood.It still had a resolute face and a calm aura, but the whole person was filled with a strong danger in an instant.

With a movement of his body, his strength surged, his arms and wrists shook, and he was hit violently.

boom! ! !The trunk of the ancient tree swayed slightly, but the branches trembled violently. The broken leaves scattered all over the sky, and the tungsten gold stick... was deeply 'embedded' in the depths of the trunk.It's not broken, but under the bombardment of power, it has undergone a strong 'compression'!

The power is no longer divergent, no longer wasted, concentrated in one place, gathered and exploded!

Abandon useless work, abandon offensive 'impurities', sway every power, use 100% in the desired place, and burst out the real power in the gathering.

For more than five months, Yang Jing has only done one thing every day, standing still, meditating, swinging the stick, standing still, meditating again, swinging the stick again, and repeating the cycle, including night and day!

For this experience, he made a lot of preparations. Before coming to the Hengduan Mountains, he had many fantasies.

Anticipation, nervousness, worry, excitement, all kinds of emotions surged in his heart. Yang Jing was eager to participate in the "Emperor Building" operation to achieve a leapfrog improvement in strength.

But the esoteric sect seems to have made a joke on him, except for the occasional 'attack' by the two patriarchs of the Yaowang Mansion, the so-called course is basically like this... Swing a stick!

"Quiet like a torrent, let the wind and rain attack you; move like a landslide, violently attack with anger, the mountain collapses and the ground cracks!" The old man's expression was as indifferent as water, without any change, no appreciation, no criticism, every time Yang Jing made an attack After that, there are only a few sentences on demand.

Neither deep nor shallow, neither empty nor refined, just lightly, leaving time for Yang Jing to consider.

Quiet like a bell, moving like a landslide! !

Yang Jing maintained an offensive posture, closed his eyes again, and understood the description mentioned many times by the old man according to the vibration frequency and fluctuation degree transmitted from the tungsten gold stick.

To be honest, because of this monotonous and weird training method, he was annoyed, angry, and resentful. He couldn't understand why the Tantric sect "shuang" himself, why Di Yunyi faced life and death, and couldn't understand the old man's words. 'nonsense'.

This irritability lasted for a full two months. During that time, Yang Jing was at his most insane and rude, when Di Yunyi and Wu Yunhao were at their sharpest offensive, and at the time when this Nu River valley was at its most chaotic.

Until his chest was pierced by the old man in front of him!

With only one slender branch, the seemingly weak old man locked his life door in an instant!

That branch pierced Yang Jing's thought-hard muscles, pierced into his body, and almost came out from the back with a brush against his heart.

Yang Jing will never forget the moment of life and death, the feeling of the kiss of death, let alone the old man's piercingly cold, piercing eyes.

Then, there was a ten-day coma and a 20-day recuperation.

Then, he stood here.

Rotate the big stick again and again, close your eyes and rest your mind overnight, and gain insights day by day.

Slowly, his heart calmed down. For more than 30 years, there has never been a calm, such a calm as now.It was as if the whole world had quieted down, and everything had changed to color, not pure blood color anymore.

The ferociousness, madness, and bloodyness of the past slowly receded with the tranquility of the heart, and even Nirvana seemed to have changed. It was no longer so scary, but became handsome instead. It was a kind of hard and steady heroic spirit and handsome.

This is a change of heart, but also a transformation of temperament, like a person's soul has been washed out of lead and painted with color!

Just like Di Cheng who was on the top of the snow mountain back then, the unblocking of the soul, the transformation of temperament, and the transformation of mentality, like a catalyst, contributed to the No. 13 emperor on the black list of Megatron.

Now, in this Hengduan Mountain Range, in this lush and dense forest, Yang Jing is also continuing Di Cheng's path. The way may be different, but after all, he is still transforming step by step.

and.

After thousands of times of waving the iron rod, and in the teaching of the old man again and again, Yang Jing slowly understood and absorbed, and re-comprehended the way to display one's "power", experimenting, honing, Enlightened.

Di Yunyi and Wu Yunhao seemed to have disappeared, and they only appeared twice in the past three months.Unlike the first two months, they had launched a total of more than [-] assassinations on Yang Jing, all of which were life and death, merciless, sometimes during training, sometimes during rampage, and sometimes in deep sleep.

However, it was these two attacks that made Yang Jing firm in his determination to continue to be 'quiet', because... in a daze, he noticed a change in himself, not only in temperament, but also in strength.

Hearing and eyesight! !The hearing is greatly improved, the vision is brighter, and the perception ability of the whole person is more sensitive.

Is this a change of mind? !

In three months, his growth surpassed the past three years, or...more.

"Critical strike, the essence of power. Momentary power, momentary weight, condensed brutality! Yang Jing, come again..." The shaking of the branches was completely still, and the old man's indifferent voice sounded again.

"One moment, one blow, remove the chaff and save the essence." Yang Jing made his own comprehension, retracted the tungsten gold stick, and swung it again.

Can……

The tungsten gold stick was raised in an instant, stopped in an instant, and was rigidly fixed in the air.It's not that the bombardment has stopped, but... the muscles are tense, the eyes are sharp, and the power not only surges in the muscles of the arms and wrists, but also circulates in the whole body.

No longer calm and masculine, the dangerous aura surged, like a tiger unchained.An attack is possible at any time!

"This time, it's not a surprise attack." A clear voice sounded from behind, Di Yunyi, the master of the 'Dark' Palace of Yaowang Mansion, separated the hanging branches and walked up.Looking at the old man in Shu Guanjian, there was a rare smile on his cold face: "Old prisoner, thank you for your hard work. Let's stop here for today. I have something to ask Yang Jing."

The old man surnamed Prison opened his eyes: "It's time?"

"It should be time, the clansman reported that Tianmen... has come."

"Tianmen?" Yang Jing's expression was a little dazed. For half a year, he had devoted himself to cultivation and was completely immersed in 'quietness'. He almost forgot the previous things, including people and things.

"It's the Thousand Eyes Special Operations Team."

"It's almost half a year, it's time." Yang Jing took a deep breath, looked up at the old man, and knelt down on one knee in silence for a moment, bowing his head silently.

He didn't say a word, but clearly showed the emotion of this resolute man.

ps: The first update will be presented, and the second update will be around [-] o'clock, so stay tuned.