i can transcend space

Chapter 57 Temperament and Mental Power Strengthening
After Zhuang Hong listened carefully to Yin Zizhong's "Forgetting the Wind Song", he immediately understood how Yin Zizhong exercised his mental power.

This mental power training method is different from what Zhuang Hong knows, and it is a mental power training method with rhythm as the core.

The practice process is also very simple, that is, in the state of meditation, repeatedly play the rhythm of "Wangfengge" in the brain in the sea of ​​consciousness.

As long as you play a complete round of rhythm in the state of meditation, you have completed a spiritual practice, which will increase your spiritual power.

Over time, the goal of exercising mental strength can be achieved.

It's just that Zhuang Hong has never heard of this kind of temperament and mental strength training method.

In his cognition, isn't the exercise of mental strength all the method of "visualization diagram"?
After repeatedly confirming the details of the exercise method with Yin Zizhong, he sat cross-legged on the ground, and according to the method taught by Yin Zizhong, he quickly settled down and tried to practice.

As soon as he entered concentration, Zhuang Hong entered his own sea of ​​consciousness, and saw the extremely dazzling 'magic lamp' in the sea of ​​consciousness.

This round of 'magic lamp' is bigger than when the secret consciousness was just opened.

Every time Zhuang Hong devours a Void Spirit, the magic lamp will increase in size. According to this trend, it will become bigger and bigger in the future.

Zhuang Hong didn't know what the magic lamp would look like in the end.

No matter what, the bigger the better...

Zhuang Hong withdrew his eyes from the magic lamp, and with all his thoughts concentrated, he began to try to tune the melody of "Wang Feng Song".

Soon, an inexplicable rhythm reverberated in Zhuang Hong's sea of ​​consciousness. It was soft and quiet at first, then gradually rose and fell, becoming brisk and lively, then vigorous and high-pitched, and suddenly tactful and crisp...

And with the ups and downs of the melody, the huge magic lamp floating in Zhuang Hong's sea of ​​consciousness also trembled, and finally reached a consistent rhythm with the reverberating melody.

Just like that, the magic lamp fluctuated with the rhythm, like a five-hundred-pound child dancing disco in a bar.

This is a development that Zhuang Hong never thought of.

However, he didn't notice anything unusual about the magic lamp. Instead, he became active, and even his mental power became clear.

After an unknown amount of time, the first round of "Wang Feng Ge" was played, and Zhuang Hong's sea of ​​consciousness slowly returned to calm.

When Zhuang Hong opened his eyes from the meditation, he suddenly found a difference.

"The spiritual power has indeed become stronger, no, it is not stronger, to be precise, it should be that the spiritual power has become more cohesive!"

The concentration of mental power means that it can burst out with stronger power, just like the difference between ordinary running water and a high-pressure water gun.

Suddenly, Zhuang Hong came to a realization: Maybe the mental power training methods in this world are actually used to condense and disperse mental power.

Zhuang Hong couldn't help but marvel: "The beast tamers in this world are so talented. They can think of using rhythm to condense and strengthen their spiritual power, and then use the 'Ni Beast Stamp' condensed by their mental power to control ferocious beasts. Then, the beast tamer What does the steel seal look like?"

Zhuang Hong became inexplicably excited at the thought of being able to learn a special technique again.

……

Seeing Zhuang Hong waking up, Yin Zizhong came up curiously and asked, "Master, how do you feel? Can you adjust the rhythm in the sea of ​​consciousness?"

Zhuang Hong nodded and said: "The effect is very good, I have completed a round of practice."

Yin Zizhong's eyes widened in vain: "Can you complete a round of practice for the first time?"

"Is it strange?"

Yin Zizhong murmured to himself: "At the beginning, I tried three times to complete the first round of practice. Just because of this, the old man said that I was a rare genius once in a hundred years. It is really amazing that the master can be my important guide. character!"

As he spoke, he was full of fighting spirit: "Master, when do you plan to start teaching me spells? I can't wait."

"..."

The corner of Zhuang Hong's mouth twitched: "Be confident, young man, you are a genius. I just have a special physique. Also, you can't learn my spells."

Yin Zizhong's eyes were shining brightly under the flickering light of the fire: "Master, just teach me, I believe I can learn it."

Zhuang Hong: "It's because I don't know how to teach that I say you can't learn it."

Yin Zizhong: "This...??? You can't teach the skills you know? This is impossible!"

"How is it impossible? For example, you can blink, but most fish can't. Can you teach fish to blink?"

Yin Zizhong blinked his eyes, suddenly realized: "You mean you are born with magic, can you teach it?"

Zhuang Hong nodded: "You are right in your understanding. My abilities can indeed be regarded as innate. However, if one day I fully understand the essence of these abilities, I may be able to teach you. Now, I don't know how to teach them."

"Give me a demonstration of the flying sword, I'll see for myself!"

Zhuang Hong didn't refuse, and with a casual finger, the sword case on the side was cut open, and a white light flew out of the sword case, hovered in mid-air, and finally hovered in front of Yin Zizhong.

"I will lend you this blade for fun. You can try it. If you can learn it, I will lose."

"Thank you, master!" Yin Zizhong stretched out his hands to catch the blade in surprise, and then imitated Zhuang Hong, pointing with both hands, and tried it alone.

Seeing this, Zhuang Hong didn't care about him anymore, and after ordering Xiao Bai to be on guard, he found a place to close his eyes and rest for a while.

But what Zhuang Hong didn't expect was that Yin Zizhong practiced until dawn the next day, and after staying up all night, he was still in high spirits, and he didn't look sleepy at all.

Zhuang Hong couldn't help asking: "Is there any new insight?"

Zhuang Hong believed that Yin Zizhong was an out-and-out genius to a certain extent. The reason why he was allowed to try was actually a fluke in his heart: what if Yin Zizhong really controlled the blade to fly with his own ability? Woolen cloth?

In this infinite space, nothing is impossible.

If Yin Zizhong really did it, maybe he could follow Yin Zizhong to learn new techniques of using mental power...

"I don't have any insights yet, but it won't be easy if I think about it, and I'm not in a hurry."

Hearing this, Yin Zizhong stopped what he was doing, took a long breath, walked over to Zhuang Hong and sat down.

Zhuang Hongjian thought for a while and said: "If you really want to learn some powerful skills... I do have a martial arts practice here, but I don't know if your physique can learn it."

During this time, Zhuang Hong has been thinking about several issues.

For example, if technology from other worlds is brought to another world, what impact will it have?Is this effect good or bad?
For example, can humans in different worlds learn the exercises and techniques of other worlds?

After all, these questions have to be tried to know the answer.

But now he happened to meet Yin Zizhong who was eager to learn, so he planned to try on Yin Zizhong.

The most important thing is that Zhuang Hong is confident that he will be able to clean up the mess in case of any bad emergencies.

When Yin Zizhong heard that Zhuang Hong wanted to teach him the art of cultivation, he was very pleasantly surprised: "Master, you can just teach me, it depends on me whether I learn it or not."

Zhuang Hongdao: "Usually speaking, martial artist practice starts after the age of 16, but you are only 14 now, some practice taboos are especially important to you, and random practice will only damage your life.

Therefore, you must practice strictly according to what I said, and you are not allowed to have your own thoughts until you are 16 years old.

Moreover, without my permission, the method of martial arts cultivation cannot be taught to others.

Can it be done? "

The body of a 14-year-old boy has not yet fully formed. Once he rashly engages in martial arts training, it is easy to interrupt the natural development of the body and cause irreversible consequences.

However, based on Zhuang Hong's understanding of the theory of practice, he thinks it is feasible to start practice two years in advance, as long as he abides by some practice taboos, there will be no problem.

He believes that Yin Zizhong is not the kind of person who likes to make fun of himself casually.

Yin Zizhong's immature face was full of seriousness, and he nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

"Okay, then let's talk as we walk, let me first tell you what martial artist cultivation is, and what is body secret storage."

Zhuang Hong picked up his backpack and sword box, kicked Xiao Bai awake, and continued on his way.

……

Two days later, the two came to the gate of Sanbao Town, which is the closest to Wangfeng Village.

At this time, thirty or forty old people were crowded outside the city gate waiting to enter the city, while ten guards stood guard at the gate, checking everyone who entered the city.

It is not only required to turn out all the contents of the package, but also to expose the neck, arms and belly to check whether there is any abnormality on the body.

Yin Zizhong explained at the side: "This is to check whether anyone has been infected with ash disease. Usually ash disease first occurs on the neck, arms and stomach of a person. If there are no abnormalities in these three places, you can enter the city smoothly. If it is in these parts Ember disease was discovered..."

Before Yin Zizhong finished speaking, the guards shouted from the direction of the city gate.

"Scatter, scatter! This person suffers from ashes disease, don't get close!"

The thirty or so people who had surrounded the city gate immediately dispersed after hearing the words.

Only a thin old man was left sitting on the ground, begging bitterly, wanting to go to the city to beg for a meal.

On the neck covered by the collar, there are vaguely ash-like plaques.

Apparently, the old man had contracted the ember disease that everyone dreaded.

At this time, several guards surrounded the old man with bows and arrows, and then took turns to shoot, and soon shot the sick old man to death, and someone tied the body with a noose and pulled it away.

After quietly watching what happened at the city gate, Yin Zizhong continued: "If you find that you are infected, you will be killed and buried..."

There was an indescribable indifference in his tone, and a trace of anger was also hidden.

It's just that those bright eyes became more determined.

As for Zhuang Hong, he didn't know how to eradicate this kind of ashes with a breath of space for the time being.

(End of this chapter)