Meng Chuan was startled.
"What is this? I only know that the dantian is three inches below the navel, and there is a space in the dantian, where you can conceive and nourish true energy. Why is there a void space in the center of the eyebrows? And the villain inside is exactly like me?" Meng Chuan said Confused, I also had some guesses, "Since this villain looks the same as me, is it the soul of a person in the legend? Or is it formed by my mind and will? Or is it something unknown?"
"The classics of Jinghu Taoist Temple were distributed by Yuanchu Mountain. My Meng family's classics have also been accumulated for thousands of years. The common sense in practice is very complete."
"I've read that common sense a long time ago. I've never seen a record of the space between the eyebrows." Meng Chuan was puzzled. He likes to read books. There is a space, and there will be a small person hidden in it.
Although surprised, Meng Chuan vaguely felt that this should be a good thing.
because…
He already felt that he had changed completely.
"This feeling is amazing." Meng Chuan closed his eyes, but still easily avoided many items in the study, opened the door and walked out very freely.
He closed his eyes and walked to the stone table in the yard and sat on the stone chair.
"I just close my eyes, and everything around me is ten feet away." Meng Chuan opened his eyes. It's already dark, and it's very blurry to the naked eye under the night. But at this moment, he had an invisible induction, and what was ten feet around was extremely clear, that is, the small burrs on the hexapods of a little ant crawling by the courtyard wall, and Meng Chuan could 'see' clearly.
Front, back, left, right, above, underground! They are all clear, but the place only three feet deep underground is still very clear, and the further you go down, the more blurred.
The naked eye can only see the front, not the back of the head! If it's pitch black, you can't see anything.
"I can see ten feet."
"And it can sense the surrounding area for a full mile."
Sitting in the small courtyard, Meng Chuan could clearly feel all the breaths within a mile around himself. The breath of human beings, the breath of animals, and the breath of all living things can be sensed.
For example, the aura of father and Uncle Liu is the strongest in the entire Jinghumeng Mansion.
His father, Meng Dajiang, had a vigorous and heavy breath.
Liu Shu Liu Yebai, the breath is even more illusory.
There are other weaker auras of the Embodied Realm, and sister Qiyue's aura is the purest among them.
The entire Jinghu Meng Mansion, and places other than the Meng Mansion...
The farther the distance, the more blurred the induction.
Just like in broad daylight, without any obstructions, the naked eye can see far away, but the distance is far away, and only a blurry figure, a blurry dog can be seen!
The same is true of Meng Chuan's induction! The distance is close, and he feels very clearly. If the distance is far, you can only know how many people, how many animals, which ones are stronger and which ones are weaker. That's all.
If it's beyond one mile...it's darkness! Unable to sense.
"Everything in the world is different now." Meng Chuan opened his eyes and looked at the various plants in the courtyard. It was so wonderful to see every detail within ten feet. I feel like I usually look at things in a fog, blurry. Now it is a hundred times clearer! The colors of everything I saw are much more vivid. The stone table top was flat in the past, but now I can see that there are too many small pits under the wind and sun.
A hair that fell out, if you look at the hair in the past, you only feel that the hair is very thin and smooth. Now in the induction, I can 'see' the many roughness on the surface of this hair, just like a branch, with many rough places and even some wounds.
Everything feels more real.
"call out."
Meng Chuan suddenly drew his knife and slashed across the sky.
Meng Chuan looked at his knife, but was a little excited.
"In the past, I couldn't see a flaw in a knife, a perfect knife...now there are so many imperfections?" Meng Chuan murmured. In the past, he used to see the light of the knife with his naked eyes. The knife is too fast, no matter how powerful he is, he can't Can only be seen vaguely. I think this knife is good enough! Now under the induction, the optical fiber of the knife is completely visible, and the trajectory is a hundred times clearer.
Every trace of incongruity in the way the knife cut across the sky was extremely clear. This made Meng Chuan immediately discover the imperfection of Daoguang.
As someone who is obsessed with painting, the pursuit of beauty is instinctive.
It was so imperfect and uncoordinated that he couldn't bear it.
"Practice the sword drawing pose." Meng Chuan began to practice the sword drawing pose at night.
The body turned into a streamer, and it was slashed out with a knife.
Only by discovering imperfections can we know where to improve.
Knife after knife...
Strive to be better with every knife.
One hour, two hours...
Meng Chuan didn't feel tired at all, but was very excited. He felt that the shortcomings of his own sword skills were disappearing, and even under the 'induction', he gradually became perfect.
"call out."
Another type of sword drawing.
The light of the knife is like a crescent moon, and even faintly pulls the power of heaven and earth, making the light of the knife like a dream and an illusion, disappearing in a flash.
Meng Chuan, who performed his agility, was 50% faster than usual. He felt the illusion of flying with the wind, and he rushed three feet away in a flash. He even stopped, but his heart was very hot: "I felt the existence of 'momentum', and it was a little bit, a little bit. "
"Since I reached the unity state, I have broken flying arrows 8,000 times a day, and I have worked hard for more than a year and a half. Until today, I finally feel the momentum."
"In a few days, I will definitely be able to break through." Meng Chuan only felt that tonight was really beautiful.
Eight thousand times a day, he practiced the knife-drawing posture painstakingly, each time pursuing an earlier splitting arrow, so that the traces of the saber energy falling on the big tree could continue to move upwards. It has an extremely solid foundation, has the feeling of being integrated into it, is his favorite one-style sword technique, and has a clear direction... Meng Chuan's practice in the past year and a half is actually very good, probably better than that ancient god and demon Deng Xiaoping. Wind is even more efficient at the same age.
After a year and a half, it's not even too far away from the 'potential', although the closer to the limit, the slower the improvement. But Meng Chuan originally practiced hard for a year and a half, and it was a matter of course to realize the 'potential'.
But tonight's metamorphosis.
Let his sword technique take another step forward, and he touched the 'potential' all at once.
A breakthrough is naturally closer.
…
At five o'clock, it was still pitch black.
The morning bell of Dongning Mansion has already rang, and many people who are begging for life are already waiting outside the city gate.
"Boom~~~~" The city gate of Dongning Fu City opened, hawkers carrying goods, and people who entered the city to do coolies entered the city one after another. At this time, there were also two figures mixed in the crowd, and they easily entered the city.
"I haven't been to Fucheng for half a year. Second brother, this time I go to the city, I must have a good time. I almost got sick from holding back in the mountains." The two entered the city, and a fat man wearing a hat hehe laughed.
"Okay, okay, let's go to business first, and exchange those treasures into bank notes! After the business is over, we will play slowly, and we will go back to the village after playing for ten days." Another man with a beard said.
…
Meng Chuan practiced the sword technique all night, and finally stopped.
Practicing from night to dawn, the spirit is not tired, but the body is also tired. He had practiced the saber technique for more than four hours, and his stomach was growling.
I brush my teeth and wash my face first, and then I go to have breakfast.
"Snoring, snorting." Meng Chuan took a big bowl of porridge, drank a few big mouthfuls, and then comfortably gnawed on the noodles.
After eating three large noodle cakes, his father, Meng Dajiang, walked into the hall and said with a smile, "Chuan'er, breakfast is quite early today."
"Okay."
Meng Chuan nodded and ate comfortably, "By the way, Dad, I have something to tell you later."
"Don't talk about it at the dinner table, but later?" Meng Dajiang said with a smile, "It's mysterious."
Meng Chuan smiled, and said to the maid beside him, "One more big bowl of porridge."
"Yes, master." The servant girl immediately helped to serve the porridge.