My brother carried the doomsday

Chapter 29 29. Yin Yu
Xia Yuan pasted the Yin jade on the painting.

Waited for a few breaths.

no change.

Just when Xia Yuan already doubted whether this thing was useful.

The white clouds on the painting actually moved!

Like a serpent who has found food and awakened from hibernation.

Then, greedily swam towards the Yin jade.

The surface of the picture pressed by Yin Yu became pitch black, like a huge mouth, and it seemed to lead to another unknown world.

In the next instant, Black Jade just disappeared out of thin air.

Xia Yuan took two steps back, and by the yellow light of the twelve bronze lamps, he quietly looked at the ink painting.

The painting is becoming full of immortality, presenting a strange three-dimensional sense of reality, as if someone with great power has added a few strokes to this painting.

This reminded Xia Yuan of the Western-style three-dimensional painting before crossing, but three-dimensional painting is a kind of painting after all, but the three-dimensional sense of this white cloud picture is very real at this time.

He stared at the painting for a long time, and even felt the ink clouds on the painting moving slightly.

Xia Yuan took a deep breath and easily immersed himself in the imagery of this painting.

For a moment, he only felt that his soul had completely merged with this visualized image.

He seemed to be really standing on the clouds.

The heavy black rain outside the house is gone.

The cold wind blowing across the lake was gone.

He opened his eyes and looked around, seeing a vast expanse of whiteness.
This cloud freehand brushwork, illusory, detached, but after all, it is a painting, an abstract existence.

And he actually stood on this abstract existence.

He tentatively took a step forward, but actually took a step directly on the cloud.

He reached the edge of the cloud in one step, looking down at the human world at the bottom of the cloud, his state of mind became detached for a while, and this state of mind was subtly changing him, improving him, and merging with the blood flow in his body in a mysterious way.

It's been a long time.

Xia Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

Everything came back.

The sound of wind and rain.

dark.

There is also the artistic conception of "people are here, and the heart is outside the sky" at this time, which is obviously a higher level than the previous artistic conception, and it can be regarded as an "upgrade" of the practice.

Not only is it "upgraded", but it also perfectly connects and fits the original state of mind, without any demons or distracting thoughts.

Feeling the unspeakable changes in his body, Xia Yuan turned his right hand for the purpose of experimenting, and grabbed the long sword at his waist.

The sword was unsheathed, and the blood vibrated.

A phantom of cloud and mist appeared behind him.

This phantom is actually a bit more solid than before.

You must know that the phantom before was just a layer of faint cloud light, showing only a rough outline, and only under the drive of blood energy, would it condense into a phantom with some substance in a certain place.

But now, the phantom behind him actually has a shape.

——The posture of clouds and mist!
With this state of mind, he turned his wrist and suddenly cut out to the side practicing wooden figurine.

brush!
The phantom of the cloud and mist immediately rushed to his arm, palm, sword body, and sword tip.
According to the original technique, what should be presented should be a fairy finger.

But at this moment, a sword light suddenly appeared in the dark void.

The sword light was not gorgeous, but Xia Yuan found that his body disappeared in place along with the sword light.

brush!
Sword light flashed.

Others are already on the other side of the wooden dummy.

Behind him, the wooden figure finally reacted and made a chirping sound, followed by a "pop". Xia Yuan looked back and saw that the wooden figure's head had rolled to the ground.

"It's so fast! It's still at the fourth level of the earth lock, and it's just a phantom, but the power is completely different, and the speed has increased a lot."

With the attitude of continuing to experiment, Xia Yuan reached out and grabbed another silver bean, raised his left hand, and held the silver bean with two fingers.

let go.

The silver beans began to fall.

At the same instant, he drew his sword again and drew it out.

The misty sword light phantom suddenly appeared and then disappeared.

brush!
The sword light flashed.

Hey!
step on the ground.

Xia Yuan's figure suddenly turned around, and a few circles of clouds and mist rose up where he was stepping on, just like that somersaulting cloud that was somersaulting for hundreds of thousands of miles. His figure has turned in an instant, and he is two feet away.

Although this metaphor is a bit exaggerated, the speed is really extremely fast.

He looked back suddenly, and the silver beans had only fallen half the distance.

pat.

The silver beans fell to the ground.

Xia Yuan put his sword back into its sheath, and looked at the kung fu wooden man again, his left arm had been cut off by his sword just now.

"This speed is okay.:

Xia Yuan was quite satisfied.

far away.

Zhu Zhenyue woke up in the middle of the night, and suddenly his heart moved. He opened the window and looked at the attic on the side. The attic was still lit with candlelight, and a black shadow was still practicing sword in the candlelight.

Ning Xiaoran didn't sleep well either, since that day's banquet, she couldn't close her eyes properly, feeling sad and uncomfortable.

Seeing her husband's gaze, she asked, "What time is it, Yuan'er is still practicing?"

Zhu Zhenyue sighed and said nothing.

Both husband and wife are like a mirror in their hearts.

After Yuan'er knew what happened at the banquet that day, he must have gone to the White Dragon King and begged hard, and then the White Dragon King showed him the way, and now he is trying hard.

After all, I was still a child, and I didn't know that some things in this world could not be changed.

Once you have fixed your skills, you have fixed your fate.

But the vast majority of people don't even have the power to decide their fate, so who would choose?
This is a real encounter.

Although Wuxin swordsmanship is useless, it is the inheritance of their Wuxin Academy for hundreds of years, which helped them gain a firm foothold in Chiyue Mountain.

"Let him go."

"What a good boy"

The two sighed silently, and then lay on the bed, neither of them spoke, and neither could fall asleep.

in the attic.

I do not know how long it has been.

It was almost dawn.

The boy put the long sword across his knees and breathed evenly. In one night, he had already completed a small half of his strength consolidation. As long as he studied hard and practiced hard in the future, it should be almost the same.

He looked at the "mutated" ink painting in front of him.

Can't help but think of a finishing touch story in ancient legends.

The story is that in the ancient era, a peerless monk drew a dragon on the east wall of "Babu Tianlong Temple", and the monks in the temple practiced and visualized against the wall every day to improve their strength.

A hundred years later, a silly monk came out of "Babu Tianlong Temple". He likes to be in a daze when others practice martial arts, and he also likes to be in a daze when others chant sutras. He especially likes to stare at a certain place, maybe a flower. Maybe it's a piece of grass, maybe it's a leaf.

If such a dull monk was placed in other places, he might be severely ridiculed and expelled from the temple, but the abbot made an exception and accepted him as a disciple, taught him carefully, and took him to travel around the world.

Afterwards the abbot passed into Nirvana, but the dull monk was still wandering outside.

Yunyou has forgotten him even when he arrived at Babu Tianlong Temple.

Even his dharma name has been assigned to others.

However, 500 years later, in a midsummer thunderstorm night, a barefoot monk in rags and shoes came from afar. Although Babu Tianlong Temple is not a big temple, it is a middle-level temple in Beiyin Buddhist Kingdom. The incense is okay, so of course such wandering barefoot monks will not be allowed to enter the temple.

The legend says:

He came from the wind and rain, but the wind and rain did not touch him.

He comes barefoot, but his feet are spotless.

The novice monk in front of the door asked him where he came from, but he didn't speak, just put his palms together with a smile, and stepped out, but he was no longer where he was.

He rolled the wind and rain all over the sky, and the wind and rain became his brush.

With a wave of his hand, the Buddha's light filled with ink became his ink.

Sanskrit singing resounded between heaven and earth, and he tapped suddenly on the longan on the mottled yellow wall, and then burst out laughing.

The monks came one after another, and saw a dragon soaring up from the wall, the upper reaches of the universe, the lower reaches of the Yellow Springs, winding and lingering between the thunder and rain of heaven and earth.

When I looked again, the ascetic monk had disappeared.

Since then, several divine monks have emerged from the Babu Tianlong Temple, and they have also jumped from the middle to the top in Beiyin Buddhist Kingdom.

However, after all, it has a long history, and the current Babu Tianlong Temple does not seem to be very famous, and some people go to see it. There is a dragon on the wall of the temple, but it is not so magical at all. It is a visual map, but because of the age, it has been mottled, and it has become a legendary scenic spot.
Xia Yuan didn't know why he suddenly thought of this.

Perhaps, this is one of the few legends that records "can improve the level of exercises".

He yawned, feeling exhausted physically and mentally, and decided to get up, have breakfast, and then sleep for a day and a night.

Before leaving, he glanced at the "mutated" ink painting.

The feeling of "clouds and mist" in the painting seems to be a little less.

It's as if the "taste" has faded
"Could it be that there is a limit on the number of comprehensions?"

He went back to the house, rubbed his eyes, and fell asleep on the bed.

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