Ding Ning quietly sensed the changes of the sword in Changsun Qianxue's body through the curtain. When the faint blue flame in Changsun Qianxue's eyebrows lit up, he knew that this sword would never attack her again. Inflicting damage on her body, she will be safer in Changling from now on.
But this also means that the realm between him and grandson Qianxue is farther away.
He closed his eyes and began to practice.
His practice tonight was also different from usual.
As countless small snowflakes fell on the roof tiles, making a small sound that only a practitioner could hear clearly, there were also countless small sounds in his body, and all the "little silkworms" hidden in his body seemed to be at the same time. Show up, come alive.
For any cultivator, there is only one place to hold true qi on weekdays, and that is the practitioner's sea of qi.
However, at this moment, the countless "little silkworms" in his body opened their mouths at the same time as if they were spinning silk, spewing out countless streams of subtle zhenqi.
This is the real sea of thousands, all the space in his sea of qi is slowly filled with true qi, and there are countless strands of true qi in his body flowing into the sea of qi.
His sea of anger swelled to bursting.
For ordinary practitioners, the inconceivable innumerable strands of real qi appearing in his body are stronger than the original real qi in his sea of qi, and they are still being pressed in.
Seeing that the sea of qi was about to explode, following Ding Ning's thought, the orifice of the sea of qi opened, and a wave of true qi poured into every part of his body at a speed that was completely impossible to hit normally.
The rushing true qi formed a rapid circulation in his body. Under the oppression of the sea of qi that was still swelling to the limit, those small true qi completely merged with the true qi originally stored in the sea of qi, and at the same time they all became be more cohesive.
Countless tiny sounds resounded from the inside of every bone in his body.
Countless tiny zhenqi broke through the innermost membrane and began to nourish the marrow river in the deepest part of the bone.
His nine-death silkworm magical skill and the cultivation level of cutting three corpses without self's natal nerves have become completely consistent.
The countless small silkworms in his body began to slowly swallow their true energy, and then quickly disappeared.
His sea of qi has returned to calm, and his cultivation has reached the top level of refining qi to change his marrow.
The higher the cultivation level of the various sects and sects of Changling, the better the nourishment of the body by true qi or true energy, and the longer the lifespan of the practitioner.
However, when his sea of qi calmed down, some new fires seemed to be ignited in his five internal organs. Compared with before, the qi of his five internal organs was more vigorous and intense.
The more vigorous the qi of the five internal organs, the faster the transformation of qi and true qi during practice, and the faster the speed of practice.
This shows that, apart from the mysteries of the Nine Dead Silkworm Divine Art that some practitioners in the world do not know, the higher its own realm, the faster the cultivation speed will be.
This in itself is an incredible thing.
Because for all other exercises in the world, the higher the realm, the slower the speed of cultivation and breakthrough.
Compared to Ding Ning's real cultivation level at this moment, Ding Ning's cultivation level is not fast. There are many geniuses of his age who may have already stepped into the cultivation level of the True Yuan Realm at this moment, walking ahead of him.
For example, Anbaoshi from Lingxu Sword Sect and Jingliuli from Minshan Sword Sect, these two legendary monsters also broke through from the first level to the second level of refining Qi in just one month.
But according to their records, it took eight months from the second stage of refining Qi to the third stage of true essence.
This speed is already extremely terrifying for ordinary practitioners, because it takes at least a few years for ordinary practitioners to achieve it, and some people are facing the same problem as Nangong Caishu, and even perceive the vitality of heaven and earth. If not, it ends up in the second realm.
But eight months is eight times as long as one month.
For normal practitioners, it will take at least eight times the time from True Yuan Realm to Rong Yuan Realm, at least six to eight years.
Then eight times more, it will be at least six or eight forty-eight years.
Therefore, the vast majority of practitioners have no special encounters, and their aptitude is not particularly outstanding, and their cultivation bases in their entire lives are at most up to the fifth realm of spiritual thought.
This is the real reason why practitioners above the sixth realm are rare, and practitioners above the seventh realm are already masters.
This special feature of the Nine Dead Silkworm Divine Art means that Ding Ning can shorten a lot of time in each realm, but the more vigorous the five qi are, the body cannot make up for it, but he is always overdrawing his life essence.
This is like burning life energy in exchange for cultivation speed.
Therefore, the eldest grandson Qianxue, who felt this characteristic a long time ago, had already concluded that the nine-dead silkworm was a kind of skill to seek death.
In case, like Nangong Caishu, there is a problem in breaking through a certain realm and gets stuck, the person who practices this technique will not even be able to improve the speed of practice and die of hatred.
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In the highest Taoist temple in Baiyang Cave, both Xue Wangxu and Li Daoji faced the snowy canyon ahead.
"You want me to come, of course you don't want me to accompany you to enjoy the snow."
Li Daoji was silent for a long time, and said: "Just say what you want, mother-in-law and mother are Zhang Yi's personality, not yours."
"I wrote a letter to Helan County Sheriff of Beidi County today. You will leave tomorrow. When you arrive, he should have read my letter." Xue Wangxu did not turn his head to look at Li Daoji. , just looked at the snowflakes swirling in the mountain wind ahead, and said softly.
Li Daoji didn't turn his head to look at Xue Wangxu, and remained silent for a while.
Xue Wangxu said gently: "Your Majesty will be furious about Bai Shanshui. Although you are not from Wei, you are Korean after all, and you are in Baiyang Cave. Maybe you will be involved."
Li Daoji raised his eyebrows like the edge of two small swords, and said coldly: "As long as you are in Baiyang Cave, even if the Baishanshui incident causes any troubles, I don't have to leave Changling and stay away from the Northland .Since we have been together for so long, and it is time to say goodbye, you can say whatever you have, and it is meaningless to use this kind of excuse to prevaricate me."
Xue Wangxu smiled embarrassedly like a child who has been exposed for lying, "It doesn't seem to be interesting." The smile on his face disappeared in an instant, and he said seriously: "Maybe the Aries Cave is too small. For so many years here, I have never seen a genius as talented as Ding Ning. I have never seen the two legendary little monsters of Lingxu Sword Sect and Minshan Sword Sect. I don't know how they compare to Ding Ning. , but Ding Ning defeated Su Qin, I can be sure that as long as he is given enough time, his future achievements will surpass me. I am already too old, no matter how much I spare my life and use up all the remaining time, let alone a big realm , even a small realm is too late to cross, it is better to take him to go a little longer."
Li Daoji fell silent again.
If he were Xue Wangxu, he would have made the same choice, but this time he left this Taoist temple, and he knew that he might never see this white-haired old man again in the future.
"When we get together in life, there is always a time to part, and it's the same with my senior brother."
"I endured it all my life. I showed my state on the official road outside Changling. I was presumptuous once. I always felt that it was not enough. Fortunately, my brother brought me Ding Ning. Doing some presumptuous things will also have meaning."
Xue Wangxu said a few words with a smile, stretched out his hand, and took the small white jade sword that was always hanging on his waist in his hand.
Li Daoji suddenly realized something, turned around suddenly, and wanted to say something.
"You are optimistic about this sword."
However, Xue Wangxu shook his head at him, signaling him to keep quiet and look forward.
Then Xue Wangxu swung his sword.
A mass of white sword energy surged from the sword body, rushing to the tip of the sword sharply.
In the snowy sky ahead, a completely pure space was suddenly broken by the powerful vitality of heaven and earth.
Then in this space, a snow-white curved horn appeared.
A simple one-style "Aries hanging horns".
The most common sword move in the Aries Sword Classic.
"You have to remember."
Xue Wangxu looked at the snow-white sword energy with satisfaction, and said to Li Daoji softly and solemnly: "The most important thing about a white sheep's horns is not to pick horns, but to endure and resist. I don't know if you remember Remember, on the first day you entered the white sheep cave, I took you to see the white sheep fighting in the mountains."
Li Daoji closed his eyes.
He tried hard to think back, and finally a picture that he had forgotten for a long time appeared in his mind.
In the picture, two white sheep with curved horns are fighting. One of them, facing an opponent that is obviously fiercer than it, just stands firm and uses the widest part of the horn to resist the opponent's impact again and again.
It doesn't even fight back.
The opponent hit fiercely, and eventually even broke one of its horns.
However, it just resisted firmly, and the broken corner pierced into the opponent's head instead.
Li Daoji took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and finally understood the true meaning of "white sheep with horns".
Looking at him, Xue Wangxu knew that he had already understood it, so he smiled with great satisfaction, and handed the small white jade sword in his hand to Li Daoji.
Li Daoji took the sword, knelt down in front of Xue Wangxu, made three big salutes, then got up and left.
He didn't say any unnecessary words, the reddish hilt of the big sword on his chest was getting farther and farther away in the wind and snow, and finally completely disappeared from Xue Wangxu's sight.