The years when I created the ancient heaven

Chapter 126 Comprehension
Fifteen days later, Mo Chengjun returned to his small courtyard again, lying comfortably in the courtyard, enjoying the moonlight and fragrant tea, he couldn't help humming old songs from many years ago proudly.

"I smiled smugly, and smiled smugly, laughing to see that people in the world of mortals are not old..."

"I smile smugly, and smile smugly again, hoping to live happily ever after..."

"I smiled smugly, and smiled smugly..."

"Uh, what's coming from behind?"

"Why did you forget again?!"

Well, since Yi Changsheng came to the door himself, Mo Chengjun had this idea.

It is really difficult for supernatural powers, except for the one in front of me who has a foundation, it is impossible for anyone to be successful in cultivation in a short period of time.

And half a year?

That's too long!

Even half a month is too long for Mo Chengjun.

He really didn't want to get caught up in the research and development of the 'nutrition warehouse', which required too much professionalism and wasted too much time.

He still has too many things to do.

Whether it's the 2.0 version of "Yellow Liang Yimeng", or the study of kendo supernatural powers; or the magic weapon microscope project that has been stagnant for a long time, whether it is the eye of the Lingquan that has been eaten to the ground and can no longer be eaten, or even the ghost that has been sealed for a long time... …

Which one is not enough for him to study for a long time, so he insists on smashing a 'nutrition warehouse'?
Do you think he is stupid?
The most important thing is that there is a perfect replacement already on the doorstep, how can you not take advantage of it?

This is what Mo Chengjun said in the Feijian letter to the female sword master, and although the female sword master did not reply, she has already shown her support with her actions.

This is enough!
Therefore, Mo Chengjun has no psychological burden to throw the pot away.

……

After enjoying the perfect afternoon tea, Mo Chengjun was not in a hurry to start his own study and practice, but came to Xue Ling's room.

At this time, half a month has passed since Xue Ling entered the "dream world".

Even in a deep sleep, the metabolism will be reduced to the lowest level, and even a monk with the eleventh level of qi training already has a physical fitness far superior to that of ordinary people, but sleeping for half a month is already the limit.

Up to now, Xue Ling still hasn't woken up, which means that his life has not been finished yet, but looking at it now, he can't be allowed to finish it.

This also verifies the importance of 'nutrition warehouse' from the side.

According to Mo Chengjun's deduction and judgment, with the strength of spirit in the entraining environment, the maximum life span in one life is 30 days, and as long as this unborn 'nutrition warehouse' can allow people to sleep for a period of one month, that's enough.

Not talking nonsense, Mo Chengjun pointed out directly, and there was not much movement, but when the fingertips lightly touched the center of the eyebrows, a wave of magic power spread out, splashing waves in the air.

The 'Awakening Technique', in the hands of Mo Chengjun, can really do whatever one wants without difficulty at all.

Looking at Xue Ling again, he bounced up and down almost like an electric shock, his eyes looked around vigilantly.

But the environment at home made him a little confused, and then a flood of memories flooded in.

For a moment, he froze in place, an indescribable complexity appeared on his face.

Some are shocked, some are uncomfortable, some are in a trance, some are convinced, some are unwilling to accept, and some are frank and unspeakable...

Mo Chengjun never knew that a person's face could have such complex expression changes in such a short period of time.

If those little fresh meats in the previous life had this half of their skills, they wouldn't have performed so many embarrassing dramas.

Until the end, all of this turned into a world away!

After a long time, Xue Ling's eyes finally shined again. He looked at Mo Chengjun, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, and then he murmured: "Damn, godfather?"

Mo Chengjun nodded and said, "Welcome back, how are you doing? Are you feeling okay?"

"Feeling? Feeling!"

Xue Ling paused, and then said: "It feels hard to describe!"

Mo Chengjun smiled and said: "Then let me ask another question, has your sword been cultivated?"

"sword?"

Xue Ling seemed to be touched at last, he raised his hands, as if there was something there: "My sword, I don't know if it's considered finished or not.

But, I, it seems, it seems, I can..."

The voice was still floating in the air, Xue Ling had already moved, he turned into a stream of light and moved forward, only going back and forth for a moment, as if he hadn't moved at all.

It's just that a ray of sword light pierced straight through, and penetrated an unknown distance before the sound of the sword howling faded away in the ears.

Then, one wall of the house was covered with cracks, spreading around like spider webs until it collapsed.

"I've done it, I've done it, sword intent, sword intent!"

Xue Ling looked at the sword marks, the wall, and the sword pellets floating between his hands, and his whole body was enveloped in great ecstasy.

"Godfather, godfather, have you seen it? I'm really done, I'm done!"

In ecstasy, Xue Ling even started to show off to his godfather, as if seeking approval.

However, what he saw was a face as black as the bottom of a pot.

Mo Chengjun's face was very smelly, very smelly, and with a wave of his hand, there was a soft wind, which rolled up the smoke and dust and rolled it outward.

Then, the small courtyard that had been pierced and the closed wall houses along the way were exposed, and even a corner of the formation that shrouded the outside was missing.

Well, this smoke cage cold moon formation is actually not bad.

But the outside is not inside, that is to say, all his defenses are directed outward, the mist, the smoke cage, and the gauze moonlight all perform well.

Only, from the inside out, there is no half effect.

This should be regarded as a shortcoming that is not a shortcoming, and now, it is all ruined.

It was also at this time that the four-eared donkey came clattering from outside, but he came back from watching a play in Yunjian City.

Through the damage, he met Mo Chengjun's eyes and asked: "If you want to demolish your home, don't you want to demolish your own?

Don't you know how troublesome it is to restore? "

Mo Chengjun's face became even darker, and he slapped Xue Ling on the forehead with a big backhand.

"I'll let you tear down the house! I'll let you tear down the house! Do you think you're a husky?"

"Oh, don't hit, don't hit, godfather, spare your life, spare your life!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

……

After a long while, Mo Chengjun was also tired. He lay on his rocking chair and directed Xue Ling to find someone to repair the house.

When Xue Ling left, he turned his head to look at the pierced 'passage', feeling the pervading sword intent, with a strange expression on his face.

"After practicing for so many days, what you actually completed is the "Ten Steps, One Kill Art" of Holy Sword Mountain?"

"It's just, what kind of sword intent is this similar to Hao Ran's righteousness?"

"An aboveboard assassin? How strange!"

"What kind of mess has this kid experienced in the dream world?"

……

The small courtyard of Mo's family was demolished, but Qianji Pavilion said that it was just drizzle.

Compared with the great destruction that would break the ground and move mountains and seas at every turn, this is really trivial.

Well, Mo Chengjun had to admit that even a group of sword repairmen came to do the project, and the excavator couldn't compare to it.

Of course, the house is easy to repair, but it will take time to repair the smoke cage and cold moon formation outside.

Simply, Mo Chengjun's "status" has improved again now.

After all, in the ears of well-informed people, the fact that he taught a group of 'old people' is not a secret.

If we say that the mountain where the Seventh Palace is located is the orthodox of Xinghe Sword Sect, it is the base camp of sword cultivators.

Those minor subjects are the private plots of these old grandpas.

Although there is no need to make a clear distinction, these old grandfathers all have high status and deep roots in Galaxy Sword Sect.

As a result, the two deacons sent by Qianji Pavilion and Zhentang slapped their chests loudly in front of Mo Chengjun without talking nonsense, assuring that the restoration project is a trivial matter.

Two days, just two days, it must be restored to its original state, exactly!

What can Mo Chengjun say?

He can't say anything except to praise the other party's efficiency and craftsmanship.

Then, he got tangled up!

If for ten and a half months, he went to ask for a temporary residence in a cave, that would be fine.

Just two days is really too short. The Dongfu is probably not familiar with the blink of an eye, so it is not worthwhile to have to come back.

Instead of finding a cave, why not let him and Xue Ling just sleep here?
Simply, when Mo Chengjun was thinking about going to Yunjian City, Balinger came.

He took the two of them back home, and arranged a house, which was considered a place to sleep.

Then, a large group of grandfathers rushed in under the leadership of Yi Changsheng, but this time, they didn't come to look for Mo Chengjun, but Xue Ling.

Good guy, this scumbag who is famous in the whole galaxy sword sect actually realized the sword intent in the 'Dreamland Jianghu'.

This is even more astonishing than Mo Chengjun's "sword to the sky".

Because, from the perspective of outsiders, isn't it inevitable for Mo Chengjun, the person who created "Theory of the Fundamentals of Sword Intent", to comprehend the sword intent?

Then, like a guinea pig, Xue Ling fell into the hands of a group of "grandfathers of science".

You can imagine his helplessness when he was taken away, the look in his eyes that looked at Mo Chengjun, almost pleading.

As for Mo Chengjun?
What can he do?
The only thing he can do is to pray for Xue Ling.

Then, ahem, get involved.

Well, as the first experimental subject other than Mo Chengjun, Mo Chengjun is also curious about Xue Ling's current level?

Then, under the fiddling of a group of big bosses, Xue Ling "cooked" it clearly and clearly.

There is no need to repeat the specific life experience of this "Dreamland Rivers and Lakes", anyway, it is still those scripts.

But with Xue Ling, he still summed up some experience.

In terms of realm, Xue Ling is at most just entering the level of sword intent. His "Dreamland Jianghu" has not experienced a lifetime of life, and his sword intent has just taken shape.

Of course, although he is weak, his sword intent is indeed somewhat unique - he can be regarded as the No.

However, this further confirms the correctness of "Sword Theory II".

Sword art, character, experience, knowledge, the belief and will that these four points combine, as long as they are firm enough to a certain critical value, they can drive mana and release the inert energy stored in the heaven and earth in excess.

Of course, it is not without flaws, "Ten Steps, One Killing Art" is an assassin's sword art after all, and the divine intent incorporated in it is in line with the assassin's path, while the Haoran Sword Intent belongs to the aboveboard path.

In other words, if Xue Ling really wants to reach the end of this road, which is the peak of sword intent, then he must turn the "Ten Steps One Kill Tactic" into his "Ten Steps One Kill Tactic" that truly belongs to him.

Of course, if he succeeded, then the sword formula would not be "Ten Steps, One Kill Jue".

It's just that the difficulty is not ordinary.

After all, it was created by the Xinghe ancestor for his three disciples, and it was even taken from the "Xinghe Sword Code", so it is not so easy to change it.

However, seeing Xue Ling's eagerness to try, he was not much depressed, but excited.

Two days later, the restoration of Mo's small courtyard was completed, and Mo Chengjun returned to his small home again.

Lie in the shade under the tea tree, enjoy the afternoon sun, and take another sip of tea.

That life can be described in two words - comfortable!
But the problem is, God doesn't seem to see him as comfortable, so Baling'er came after not lying down for long, and brought a piece of bad news.

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