No one thought that Tang Ling's breakthrough would be so special.
Not only was he forcibly suspended during the breakthrough, but he also met Tang Feng, who had been dead for many years, in the world of visualization.
Maybe this is not the real Tang style. But who wouldn’t find it wonderful to meet and gather together, even to preach and practice? Are there any other unspeakable regrets
However, neither Tang Ling nor Tang Feng seemed to care about this. You can say that Tang Feng's spiritual power may have been "premeditated for a long time", knowing that sooner or later, one day, Tang Ling's self-will would be on the same page. Under suitable conditions, meet in the world of visualization.
But why was Tang Ling still so indifferent? Analysis of the reasons may be complicated. But at this moment, it was because he was completely immersed in Tang Feng's teachings. This method of self-will tempering was too magical. Just by relying on Tang Feng's explanation, Tang Ling was able to fully appreciate the beauty of this method. , and the role it can play in battle in the future, although it cannot be directly transformed into the most intuitive combat effectiveness, it can.
However, if this self-will can be tempered to a high state, such as the 'Diamond Realm', then in this world, most Ziyue warriors will regard them as terrifying, even the most difficult opponents to deal with - the Leap Ones. When fighting Tang Ling, he will be crushed.
This method also has more mysterious effects, but it is not something that Tang Ling can understand now. Tang Feng has no intention of saying it out loud. Some things are better experienced by himself.
The process of teaching and learning cannot feel the passage of time, and there is no way to accurately measure the speed of time in the visual world. Long or short, fast or slow, it is related to the fluctuation of mental power in the visual world. What is the correlation? , people of this era are still unable to understand.
**
The vibrant early spring has passed in the blink of an eye.
In the spring time, the vitality accumulated over the winter has been fully released. On the hilltop outside the hut, the mountain flowers are in full bloom and the grass is green.
At the bottom of the mountain, it has entered early winter, with dense drizzle and misty rain. The plants have not withered yet, and although the greenery has not faded, there is a sense of desolation and desolation.
"If there had been civilization before, this would have been a small town in the south?" Bi'an closed the book in his hand and looked at the world under the mountain and said to himself.
Tang Ling is still making breakthroughs. In the blink of an eye, it has been more than twenty days, and it has taken almost a month. Is it still within the normal range
There are no guardians here, and there are no knowledgeable scholars full of experience, so there is no way to get an answer from the other side.
Although he had strengthened his mood, Tang Ling's energy fluctuations disappeared about ten days ago, which really made Bi'an very worried.
Even though he knew he shouldn't disturb Tang Ling, Bian An still couldn't help but want to open the door and take a look at Tang Ling's condition.
It was also because of this decision that Bian An discovered a magical thing, that is, the egg guarding Tang Ling's door could actually express some self-awareness to communicate with Bian An in the simplest way.
When Bian stood in front of the door and was about to push the door open, it was the egg that sent out a burst of eagerness to stop Bian.
Although this expression cannot be translated into clear language, the emotion is conveyed very clearly, as if one person's mood is completely copied to another person.
Smart as the other side, he 'understood' the meaning of the egg in an instant. Don't go in, you must not!
In addition, the egg was afraid that Bian An would not know that it was expressing this strong will. While expressing this will, the egg was still rolling around at Bian An's feet, which looked a little funny.
Of course, the other side is clear about the origin of the egg.
A reborn super-level ferocious beast, supported by top-level resources and shaped by the blood provided by Tang Ling, must be a very magical little thing.
So after receiving this information, Bian'an gave up his idea without any hesitation.
But this egg was uneasy, and he didn't know what method he used to make Bi'an suddenly feel an unusually strong vitality coming from the room where Tang Ling broke through.
This intensity is not like a raging fire, but like a plant that has accumulated a winter of vitality. It is so long and thick, accompanied by Tang Ling's "dong dong dong" heartbeat as powerful as a drum, and it is still going on little by little. become stronger.
Tang Ling's heartbeat.
A smile appeared on Bi'an's lips. She was very familiar with everything about Tang Ling. She was so familiar that even the sound of his heartbeat could be heard as belonging to Tang Ling.
Hearing this voice, the other side suddenly felt at ease.
"The magical little egg is really interesting. Just keep it here." Squatting down, Bian'an patted the egg. For some reason, Bian'an was sure at this moment that the egg would hatch and the time it would hatch would be right. After Tang Ling's breakthrough
What kind of little guy will appear? The other side suddenly felt a little hopeful.
However, in the face of the big beauty Bian's overtures, this egg seemed to be a little impatient, and once again a hint of emotion was conveyed to Bian.
The general meaning of this emotion is also very clear, that is, 'don't disturb us'.
"Haha, it's really interesting." Bian'an was not angry at all, even very happy. For some reason, this little egg's temperament reminded her of Tang Ling's stubborn and slightly awkward look when she was a child. Suddenly, she was attracted to this little egg. I like the eggs a little more.
After leaving, I no longer worry about the other side, but it is inevitable that I will be a little lonely during my time on the mountain alone.
However, Bian'an doesn't care about loneliness. The dark years that he wanted to annihilate but could not disappear from his memory made Bian'an already accustomed to loneliness.
Living a regular life, immersed in reading, occasionally talking to himself, and just staying by Tang Ling's side were wonderful years.
**
"Do you remember everything?" At this moment, all Tang Feng's teachings to Tang Ling had ended.
In addition to all the content of the skill of self-will tempering itself, Tang Feng also explained to Tang Ling all the explanations of the key points of this skill, as well as experience and insights, etc. without reservation.
Faced with Tang Feng's inquiry, Tang Ling didn't react at all, and his eyes seemed to be in a state of trance.
Seeing this, Tang Feng did not rush anything, but looked at Tang Ling quietly with warm and soft eyes. He lit a cigarette, and a piece of wind-swept grassland appeared around him, and then above his head The sky glowed with the warm glow of dusk appeared again.
As the cigarette smoke rose, there seemed to be intermittent humming sounds coming from the distance. It should be an ancient and vicissitudes of folk song from pre-civilization.
"That's great." Tang Feng felt comfortable and squinted his eyes, touched his stubbled chin, and then looked at Tang Ling, who was sitting on the big rock opposite him.
He hesitated for a moment, stood up with a cigarette in his mouth, hesitated again, stretched his hand towards the top of Tang Ling's head, and seemed to want to touch Tang Ling's head.
"What are you doing?" At this moment, Tang Ling's eyes regained clarity. Looking at Tang Feng's strange movements, he asked defensively.
The gentle look in Tang Feng's eyes disappeared at this moment, replaced by his normal cynicism, with a trace of invisible depth.
"I'm going to beat you up." Tang Feng replied to Tang Ling. His hands were still raised in the air, but for some reason, he looked inexplicably embarrassed.
"Why?" Tang Ling didn't notice anything at all, he just felt baffled.
"Because I asked you a question and you didn't respond. You are facing an enemy. How many times do you think you will die?" As he spoke, Tang Feng's hand raised in the air suddenly clenched into a fist and struck Tang Ling on the head. .
"It's useless." At this moment, Tang Ling reacted immediately. The will he had just learned and had gone through several attempts to temper himself immediately gathered his mental power and formed a defense.
'Bang', Tang Feng deliberately added an exaggerated sound, and his fist hit Tang Ling's head hard.
But this time, Tang Ling's body didn't feel any feeling of being hit on the head. He really defended against Tang Feng's attack.
After all, he was still a young man. After feeling this, Tang Ling couldn't help but smile in surprise. But thinking that he was facing Tang Feng, Tang Ling's smile of surprise immediately faded. He stood up pretending to be indifferent. Facing Tang Feng: "I said it was useless, teach me this technique, do you regret it?"
Provocation, naked provocation, burst out all the dissatisfaction Tang Ling had just felt.
Tang Feng didn't care at all, but put a familiar smile on his face: "Very good, you learned it, right? Now..."
Tang Feng drew out his last words, looked at Tang Ling with deep meaning, and then said word by word: "I will give you a certain amount of time. According to the speed of time in this world, it will only take about one day. You can start to hone your skills." Self-will. After that, you have to challenge me. You know the benefits of winning, but you can also imagine the consequences if you lose, right
When he said the last sentence, Tang Feng's smile looked particularly rogue, and Tang Ling's expression suddenly changed. Thinking of the big ass before, it made people feel angry and desperate.
Before Tang Ling could speak, Tang Feng continued: "Also, remember, what I teach you is not a skill. It is a top-level secret skill from the Dream Realm. Under normal circumstances, only top-level elite leapers can The secret knowledge I came across - "Vajra is Like a Mountain".
"The meaning of this name is to temper one's will to be as hard as a diamond, and to have the artistic conception of being as natural and immovable as a mountain."
Tang Ling listened carefully, but he pretended to be casual and looked around.
In the dusk sky, on the grassland blown by the wind, there are ancient tunes that seem to be immersed in the vicissitudes of life, and are heard intermittently.
Is this the imaginary world transformed by Tang Feng? Is there anything special
Tang Ling's heart was filled with an indescribable and wonderful feeling, but he muttered, "Why are you doing all these fancy things in my imaginary world?"
Faced with Tang Ling's words, Tang Feng was slightly stunned. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but the words turned into: "If you have the ability, change it. Remember, it takes one day. This is I'm very kind to you. You must know that the best Leapmaster can temper his own will into wooden rhyme in just half a day, and it may even be the hardest hardwood."
"And your father and I only spent two hours entering Muyun, you"
"I know, I won't be worse than you. Just wait for one day, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle this bit of mental strength." Tang Ling raised his chin proudly, his eyes full of fighting spirit. .
So proud and high-spirited.
In fact, Tang Ling was not so showy, but in front of Tang Feng, he couldn't help but have some emotions that he didn't know clearly.
Maybe he didn't want Tang Feng to look down on him, or maybe he wanted Tang Feng to be proud of himself.
Of course, Tang Ling would not admit these emotions.
Just like Tang Feng would not admit, even the top Jingyue practitioner would need at least five days to reach Muyun in practicing this "King Kong Mountain Intent". As for Tang Feng himself, it took him a day and a half to achieve it. Reached the wooden rhyme.
As a father, shouldn’t he have higher expectations for his son? This expectation was not blind, but was based on his belief in Tang Ling.
After all, this ray of spiritual power placed on Xiaozhong has been with Tang Ling for twelve years. Although he cannot sense everything about Tang Ling, at the critical moment...
At this moment, Tang Ling began to temper his will without wasting even a second, and the transformed figure had also disappeared.
Tang Feng smiled, sat alone on the big rock, and whispered to himself: "I'm looking forward to it, son."
**
One day passed.
The grassland transformed by Tang Feng seemed to be stagnant in eternity. No matter how time passed, it was always dusk in the wind, and even the thin clouds hanging in the sky did not change at all.
But even so, Tang Feng seems to be able to accurately perceive the passage of every second. This is not surprising. You must know that he is the first owner of the unique ability of precision instinct.
"Tang Ling, it's time." Still sitting on the big rock, Tang Feng looked a little careless. When exactly 24 hours passed, Tang Feng suddenly shouted.
People with precise instincts are naturally punctual. With Tang Feng's cry, Tang Ling's figure appeared on the grassland.
Looking at Tang Feng, what did Tang Ling want to say
But Tang Feng didn't expect that the moment Tang Ling appeared, he had already stood up from the boulder.
The next moment, a sledgehammer suddenly appeared in the originally quiet and peaceful dusk sky, and struck Tang Ling hard, without giving Tang Ling any time to react.
Faced with such a sudden move, Tang Ling was surprisingly calm, as if he had expected Tang Feng to do this.
Because he would do the same thing, isn't that what fighting is? It is extremely important to seize the most suitable opportunity.
Therefore, the moment the sledgehammer fell, a rock-like wall was already blocking Tang Ling.
'Boom', the sledgehammer fell on the stone wall.
It was just a brief collision, and the stone wall cracked in an instant, and then shattered. But at the same time, the sledgehammer transformed by Tang Feng also shattered.
The scattered debris spread out, and then disappeared inexplicably into the air.
There was a smile on Tang Feng's face, but along with this smile, another hammer appeared above.
This time the sledgehammer is one size smaller than the previous sledgehammer, but people who have a little understanding of spiritual power, or who have a deeper sense of artistic conception, can notice that it is a bit scary compared to the huge one before. Hammer, this smaller sledgehammer is obviously much more condensed. Some things don't have to be huge to be powerful.
This is the simplest form of self-will - condensation. Tang Ling could see it at a glance. He even felt that in this attack, Tang Feng's self-will was strengthened and the energy he put into it was stronger. His strength naturally increased by three points.
But are you afraid? Of course you are not afraid!
Tang Ling waved his hand, and a giant rotating shield appeared in front of him.
The sledgehammer fell hard, and the rotating giant shield naturally blocked the sledgehammer's attack, and cleverly used the power of rotation to eliminate part of the mental impact.
Then, as the giant shield shattered, the sledgehammer shattered again.
It has to be said that both father and son were extremely skillful in their use of self-will and spiritual power. Tang Feng's skill lay in his exquisite technique when he dropped the hammer, maximizing his mental impact.
Tang Ling, on the other hand, could be said to have used the power of rotation to crack it.
With the second blow, the smile on Tang Feng's face became deeper and deeper.
It's funny, it has nothing to do with his attacks. After the second sledgehammer shattered, a smaller sledgehammer appeared in the sky again. There is no doubt that Tang Feng's attacks became more concise and self-willed every time. Gradually it feels 'materialized', as if it has condensed into a piece of steel.
Tang Ling, a newborn calf, showed no fear, and his eyes were full of excitement, as if the sharper Tang Feng's attack was, the more interesting it was.
The entire grassland transformed by Tang Feng finally changed a little because of the struggle between the father and his son. All the scenes began to become inexplicably unstable, as if there was another feeling that they would be broken and shaken off at any time.
But neither father nor son cared about this. Tang Feng's blows were harder and faster than the last. He seemed too lazy to change any new attacks, so he chose the direct one that contained his increasingly tough self. The hammer of mental power of will.
But what shocked Tang Ling was that Tang Feng could use a sledgehammer to great perfection. Tang Feng became more and more skillful in using the same weapon, and even used it to cause shocks by hammering the ground, which made Tang Ling's mental strength weaken. stable.
But it was a shock. Tang Ling, who was born with an almost perverted sensitivity and awareness of combat, would always find the right way to expose him.
All this shocked Tang Feng even more, just because this kind of fighting talent was something Tang Feng didn't have. This kind of talent that was born for fighting was unique to Tang Ling.
Even though he had a lot of combat experience, Tang Feng had to admit that he was unable to resolve Tang Ling's attacks several times.
So Tang Feng smiled happily. Such a smile was less naughty and more sincere, and looked very warm in people's eyes.
He was proud of his son, although it was impossible to say it given his personality.
But at the same time, there was deep sadness hidden in Tang Feng's eyes.
Everything has a price. With such a high talent and a life born for fighting, he is destined to endure more. If Tang Ling could be more ordinary.
But this is impossible. Tang Feng has abandoned this fantasy since Tang Ling was born. This boy's extraordinaryness has been so earth-shattering since he was born. Who else understands it better than his father? so that
Thinking about it, Tang Feng frowned. It was such a distant past, and there were some painful memories.
If Tang Feng's micro-expression changes were normal, Tang Ling, who was extremely perceptive, would definitely notice them, but when dealing with increasingly difficult attacks, Tang Ling could no longer be distracted, so he didn't notice them either. These.
In the blink of an eye, the attack had been carried out nine times.
Tang Feng suddenly stopped and looked at Tang Ling: "Not bad, he survived nine attacks."
Tang Ling didn't speak. The excitement and confidence in his eyes showed how proud he was at this moment.
"I don't like long battles, so let's do it the last time. This time, we must attack according to the limit of one day's training results. It is very dangerous. You must think carefully, or you will admit defeat." Tang Fengyun said lightly.
In fact, Tang Feng was not calm at this moment, just because in fact, Tang Ling was fully qualified in the first eight attacks, which met his expectations.
It's just that Tang Feng has the final say as to what the limit of a day is.
According to Tang Feng's expectation, it was indeed ten attacks to test Tang Ling, but this guy was so good that Tang Feng unconsciously increased the strength of each attack, reaching the expected limit after only eight attacks.
The ninth time was Tang Feng's test. He wanted to know if Tang Ling could bear more? The results are delightful.
In this case, Tang Feng wanted a stronger test, but originally Tang Feng did not consider this kind of test because it was somewhat dangerous.
But Tang Ling is a person who loves to gamble life and death at critical moments. This character undoubtedly comes from Tang Feng.
Therefore, as soon as the thought of a stronger test appeared, Tang Feng could not suppress the thought. Of course, Tang Feng was also confident that if Tang Ling could not bear it, he would be able to bear it at the critical moment, even if in essence, it was just He has a ray of spiritual power with self-will as the core.
But—it’s also possible!
"Come on." Compared to Tang Feng, Tang Ling was even more crazy. Did he care about danger? At this time, Tang Ling didn't think that Tang Feng would be merciful because he was his father.
If Tang Feng was really such a soft-hearted person, why were he and Tang Long left behind
Thinking of this, anger burned in Tang Ling's heart, and Tang Ling's will suddenly increased because of his anger.
Tang Feng saw it and sighed: "Very good."
While he was talking, a normal-sized hammer appeared in front of Tang Feng. It was a purple-red to slightly black hammer with whitish silver lines.
When Tang Ling saw this hammer, he understood that the stone rhyme on this hammer represented the second level of self-will.
If the wood is yellow, the color will go from dark to light, and will turn red when it reaches the level of hardwood.
The wood charm of this hammer has obviously reached the extreme of hardwood, with a stone charm.
Thinking about it this way, Tang Feng really thinks highly of himself.
The hammer remained motionless in the sky, but the dangerous momentum was already rising.
Tang Feng looked at Tang Ling and asked for the last time: "Have you thought clearly?"
Tang Ling looked obviously unsure, but he said very simply: "Stop talking nonsense, come on!"
(End of chapter)