Cultivation of Immortals: Start with blind thinking

Chapter 63 The Sword of "Escape"
"Of course, I am an expert in this field." Little Mud replied.

"Then can I hear you from here?"

"Looking at your talent, I guess it's enough."

"Let's try it." Jin Ziming was full of expectation.

Little Mud sneaked into the blue space of the small fish tank, and successively sent out dozens of signals that could penetrate the space, but Jin Ziming failed to receive them, so he had to give up resentfully.

"You let me think again." He didn't give up, but thought about it.

It has reached the most critical point. Once it is solved, the sea and the sky will be brighter, but he has been thinking hard for several days, but he still can't find a way.

So I decided to let myself go and run the "Kunpeng Tongtian Jue" for two hours every day.

At other times, I would take a bath in the green pool or blue pool, or go to various peaks to enjoy the scenery, or invite Guang Liang and Mu Yan to drink and chat.

One night seven days later, Jin Ziming was lying in the green pool outside the cave, looking at the sky full of stars, the watery moonlight sprinkled on the treetops, making the remaining raindrops on the leaves reflect a hazy luster.

Hearing the chirping of insects and frogs, he gradually relaxed, his heart was empty, and his spirit entered a strange state, similar to entering meditation or epiphany.

The consciousness spread little by little, reaching more than a hundred miles away, all kinds of sounds came, including insects, birds, beasts and monks, as well as the sound of leaves and grass swaying in the wind, all of which were extremely clear .

Suddenly, he heard the voice of that strange woman again, that strange voice that obviously came from outside the domain.

He had a flash of inspiration, since this voice can travel through the endless universe, and he can also hear it.

You can try to make this sound by yourself or the little mud to see if the other party can hear it.

He immediately recorded the woman's whispers with his soul, returned to the cave, and began to try.

Soon, I found out embarrassingly that I couldn't make that kind of sound at all, just like the human organs in the Hongqing world, it was impossible to make that kind of sound.

The only way left is to see if the little mud can be sent out. He sent that piece of consciousness to the other party. The latter listened carefully twice and confirmed:
"No problem, both pronunciation and radio are my specialty, I can pronounce it.

And I seem to have followed the old master to that realm, which is outside the Chaoyang River system. The people there are tall, with very long hair, and they are pretty good-looking, but their ears are long and pointed.

Jin Ziming, I can't see it, you are also a genius, you can hear the sound of the outer domain so far away. "

"Then let's try it out." Jin Ziming suggested excitedly.

So the two of them agreed that for the sake of simplicity and to prevent misunderstandings caused by mixing with the voices of the foreign domain, the little mud would only recite a short passage of the words and repeat them continuously as a summoning signal.

Jin Ziming opened the soul space of the small fish tank, let the little mud sneak in, and began to continuously emit this sound wave to the space where he was.

In the outside world, Jin Ziming was already waiting quietly, and soon after he heard this repeated message, he was extremely excited, and immediately called Little Niba back.

"Great, I can hear your voice, what's the next step?"

"You use your soul to mark a mark on the sound wave you receive, such as embedding the pronunciation of a special character, and bounce it back so that I can receive it."

"Okay, let's try."

After receiving the information this time, he imbedded the pronunciation of the word "little mud" on one of the sound waves with his soul.

At the same time, it creates a wall that does not absorb sound, but only bounces sound waves, and bounces this voice back forcefully.

After a while, the little mud backed out and said:

"Got it, you embedded the word 'little mud', right?"

"Haha, it worked, let's keep trying."

"There is no more, I have been able to locate your soul space based on the returned sound waves.

Of course, you can establish its connection with the blue space, and then I will fall into a deep sleep immediately, and see you in thirty years. I hope that when you wake up, you haven't raised your hair. "

"Ah, I can't go on trying? Then if you don't establish this connection channel when it's time to fight to the death, wouldn't it be the end of my game?"

"This matter is not a problem to me. If it is the heyday, it will be done in the blink of an eye. Why do you not believe in Qi Ling?"

"Okay, I believe in you." Jin Ziming had no choice but to leave his fate to the other party.

"However, you need to think about how to go to the enemy's soul space to receive my voice, mark it, and send it back to me.

Otherwise, just like just now, when I build a channel, you summon the soul knife to fly over, and chop yourself to death with one knife, then you will really laugh at me to death. "

This is indeed a big problem. Jin Ziming fell into deep thought. After repeated consideration, he finally came up with a method that might work. After telling Little Niba, he asked:
"Do you think it will work?"

"You'll know if you try it."

He immediately used his soul space to test, and soon got a reply from the little mud:
"Jin Ziming, you are so smart, you found a solution to the problem so quickly."

The last step is to test whether it is feasible in other people's spiritual space. Naturally, Guang Liang is the most suitable, and the result is still a satisfactory answer.

Jin Ziming was overjoyed, and cheerfully pushed Guang Liang, who was bewildered, and said:

"Guang Liang, I'm about to master a unique skill. When I succeed, I'll cook for you."

After Guangliang left, Little Niba reminded again:

"Don't be complacent, I'm afraid there is still a problem."

Jin Ziming pondered to himself, and then replied:

"I thought about it, when the soul soldier enters the opponent's spiritual space, it should not be too strong, it will attract the attention of the opponent, and it may make it difficult for the sound wave reflection wall to work;
And it can't be too weak, don't be wiped out as soon as you enter.

It should be slightly weaker, but it can barely resist, and you have to try to make the reflecting wall as close as possible to the core of the enemy's soul.

This puts high demands on my spiritual strength and acting skills. "

"You can defeat Jindan Dzogchen relatively easily now, and if you study this knife so hard, you can guess that you are using it to deal with Yuanying Daoist, right?"

"You guessed it right. I estimate that the Yuanshen of the Chou Family is at most the middle or late stage of the fourth level. I should be able to do it if I persist for a while, so ability is not a problem, the main thing is to test acting skills."

"I think there is another problem." Xiao Fei, who had been watching from the sidelines, couldn't help interjecting.

"What's the problem?" Jin Ziming asked hastily.

"According to your plan, you can probably kill the opponent's soul or Nascent Soul, but how do you ensure that you kill both of them at the same time?

If you escape any of these, you may not be able to bear the consequences. "

Jin Ziming had no choice but to start thinking again.

"I'm a soul-like device spirit, you can think about how to use my specialty."

"Okay, let me think about it."

This thought lasted for a few months, after many experiments with Xiaofei, he successfully found a way to greatly enhance the lethality of the Shenxing flying knife by using Xiaofei's special soul power.

At the same time, in order to improve his soul control and acting skills when fighting Yuanying, he diligently practiced "Black Hole Forging God Technique" every day.

As the distance traveled in the cave gets farther and farther, the soul power continues to increase, and has reached the peak level of the early stage of the fourth layer, which is only a thin line away from the middle stage of the fourth layer of primordial spirit.

Of course, "Dunqu" has never been verified in actual combat. In order to ensure that life and death are not lost, he still has to spend time studying the "mathematics and time and space" left to him by Fairy Ye.

If you have any questions, you have the cheek to ask Fengzhu Wang for advice, and your understanding of the way of space is also improving a little bit.

"Fun Qu" practiced every day, except for being unable to carry out the final kill, he was constantly deducing various variables that might be encountered in actual combat, trying to fight a battle with absolute certainty.

On this day, he finally knocked on the cave door next door, and said to his neighbor with a smile:
"Guang Liang, I have basically mastered my unique skills. I will fulfill my promise today. I will go hunting now. I will be in front of the cave at night. Please invite Senior Sister Mu to watch the moon with you, how about it?"

"Okay, Ziming, I like to eat your barbecue the most. I happened to have some good wine. Let's not get drunk tonight."

During the training for the outer sect, Jin Ziming showed his skills, which made Guang Liang fond of it.

"How about I call another junior sister?" Guang Liang suggested.

Jin Ziming hesitated for a while and said:
"Forget it this time. I'm not familiar with you. It's weird to chat. Just the three of us have a good drink."

"Okay." Guang Liang replied somewhat reluctantly.

That night, the moonlight was bright and clear, like water and moonlight passing through the thin clouds, like smoke and flakes, beside the green pool, under the old trees, the smell of meat was overflowing.

Two men and one woman comfortably enjoy the rare leisure in penance, savoring life and friendship together, and imagining the infinite future together.

"Junior brother, you know our situation very well, but you never mentioned your own life experience to us.

I've always been curious, why did you go to the Black Forest?Tell us about it. "Mu Yan asked curiously.

"Yes, Zi Ming, I want to know too." Guang Liang echoed.

Jin Ziming put his hands on the pillow, looked into the hazy night, thought of the night when Lao Jin fell down, and remembered his escape life afterwards, he sighed and said:

"Okay, I'll tell you two tonight..."

Outside Shenhui City on the southwest coast of Xijinzhou, in an inconspicuous castle, there is a "bodyguard agency" named Longxiang Gang.

In addition to darts, this mortal organization also has some shady businesses behind the scenes. Jin Ziming grew up here.

He was picked up from the fleeing crowd in the city by Lao Jin, the leader of the gang, and he was thrown to the child soldier instructor in the gang after he was brought back. Since then, he has no time to control this little boy.

But every time Lao Jin came back from going out, he would probably ask the kitchen to prepare wine and good food, ask him to come over to improve the food, chat for a while, and when he was in a good mood, he would guide him in his kung fu.

Once he got too drunk, he forced the young man to recognize himself as his adoptive father, and took his surname. The next day, he asked the clerk of Long Xiang's gang to name him, and chose the word "Zi Ming".

(End of this chapter)