Severe pain that he had never experienced suddenly hit every part of Ye Hong's body.
This feeling was like a nanny Rong holding a handful of thin needles and pricking the most fragile meridians on Ye Hong's body.
Ye Hong knew that he could not continue to let this aura become arrogant and must suppress him as soon as possible.
Ye Hong endured the severe pain and mobilized all the breath in his body to surround him with the overbearing foreign breath.
If that breath was the ocean, Ye Hong's breath was like rivers running from all over the body.
Although rivers are not as vast as the sea, they are more agile and agile, flowing back and forth.
For a moment, the two were evenly matched.
Ye Hong seized this opportunity and began to analyze this foreign aura.
The first feeling Ye Hong felt from this breath was that it was sharp, as sharp as a murderous sword.
But if you savor it carefully, you can feel the majesty and majesty of it, which is as majestic as a mountain and as vast as the sea.
Two big characters slowly emerged in Ye Hong's mind -
Shushan.
Ye Hong seemed to be able to glimpse a magnificent picture through this breath.
Among the lofty mountains, a young Taoist priest holding a wooden sword struggled to realize the truth.
Someone passed by him and laughed at him for being a fool. There is no such thing as ancient martial arts in this world.
Some people scolded him as a lunatic who did not sit down in his good position as head teacher and daydreamed about holding a wooden sword all day long.
All kinds of sarcasm, all kinds of ridicule, in exchange for enlightenment.
That day, the Taoist priest stepped onto the cliff holding his wooden sword.
Under the gaze of countless people, he jumped down.
Those who cared about Taoist priests or those who hated Taoist priests all looked horrified and hurriedly chased to the edge of the cliff and looked down.
But there is no cliff, there is only a hollowed-out cliff.
Inside the cave, the Taoist priest put away his wooden sword filled with broken soil and smiled brightly at everyone.
From that day on, there was a transcendent existence in Shushan Road.
He has a wooden sword that can move wind and rain, and he has learned the most difficult secret of Shushan Swordsmanship.
He has a pair of blue eyebrows.
Ye Hong's mind was shaken, and a mysterious realization rose in his heart.
"Ding! Comprehend Shushan Kendo, ancient martial arts perception ability +1, current progress: 1/10, current level: entry level."
"Ding! Analyze Shushan Kendo, ancient martial arts analysis ability +1, current progress: 1/10, current level: entry level."
Those pieces of insights finally turned quantity into quality, leading Ye Hong into a wonderful world.
Ye Hong seemed to be on the cliff where Master Qingmei had stepped.
Looking at the white clouds below the cliff, I can't see the end at a glance.
Ye Hong couldn't help but simulate the state of mind of Master Qingmei at that time.
Gradually, a strange state appeared in Ye Hong's heart.
It's like standing on the edge of a cliff, walking on thin ice.
But it was this state that caused a qualitative change in the aura in Ye Hong's body!
The breaths scattered throughout the body slowly came together and merged.
From the rivers merged into the sea, silently sinking into the Dantian.
Ye Hong finally realized it completely.
What is Taoism
Entering the Tao means refining Qi into the Tao and transforming the Tao into the sea.
If Qi is a means, Tao is a state.
It's like putting your heart on a tightrope, making your heartstrings tense instantly.
In this indescribable extreme state, the use of the breath in the body has reached a new peak!
Quietly, the breath that Master Qingmei left in Ye Hong's body had been swallowed up by Ye Hong.
"Ding! Entering the ancient martial arts realm, martial arts ability +10!"
(End of chapter)