Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 546 The Consummation of the Soul

Retirement is very hard work.

Dry and tedious, hard and painful.

Countless times of searching, racking one's brains countless times, repeating practice countless times, seeing hope in despair countless times, and going to despair in hope
This is the case for the exploration of martial arts, only diligence and perseverance.

Zhang Ang started to retreat again, it is easy to understand, in order to avoid some possible accidents, and to reach the peak and even the title level earlier, to shatter the void earlier, to become a god in martial arts, he must conduct retreat, try as much as possible Improve your strength.

The cultivation of "God of War Illustrated Record" is far more difficult than Zhang Ang imagined.

This collection of martial arts consisting of 49 relief statues is not at all the same as the martial arts secrets that Zhang Ang obtained before. There is no move map, no exercise route, no skills and tricks, but only a series of mysterious and incomparable martial arts will !
The one who rode a dragon straight to the ninth heaven, the remaining martial arts will of the golden armored god!

There is only one key to the Temple of War God, and you can only enter it once.It took Zhang Ang more than three months to deeply engrave the different martial arts wills contained in these 49 relief statues into his mind.

However, it is almost impossible to practice "The Illustrated Record of the God of War" in just three months, and raise his strength to the title level, so he can only use Xuanwu Hall again.

After all, one year in the palace and one day outside, this is the best cultivation treasure!And these three months will become a full 90 years of training time!
However, because the natural power of heaven and earth in the Xuanwu Temple is different from the natural power of the outside world, the understanding and application of the natural power of heaven and earth is indispensable for practicing this level of martial arts.

Therefore, Zhang Ang chose to practice outside during the day, and at night, he entered the Xuanwu Hall to practice for half a year.

The days of cultivation always go by very slowly. After one day after another, a month, or 15 years and [-] days, just passed by like this.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Zhang Ang stood up from the bed and walked out of the room for the first time in a month.

"Are you done with the retreat? Have you mastered that martial art?" Albert asked with some concern.

"No, not yet, but I already have some ideas, I need to go out for a while." Zhang Ang replied.

"Go out? Don't you have a clone? Why don't you let the clone go?" Albert was a little puzzled: "Why did you go in person? Could it be that you want to seek a breakthrough in the battle of life and death?"

"No, it's not what you think, I'm looking for spiritual perfection!" After that, Zhang Ang patted Albert's shoulder: "Don't worry, wait for me to come back."

After finishing speaking, as if a gust of wind had blown by, Zhang Ang disappeared into the small western building so abruptly.

Whoosh.

Silently, Zhang Ang appeared at a seaside, specifically, by a pier.

The sea breeze blew slowly, carrying a faint salty smell. A group of coolie-like people on the pier were carrying goods. The heavy sacks bent their backs, and sweat slid down their foreheads and wet their clothes.

After watching the coolies work for a while, Zhang Ang left the pier, walked through a small forest, and came to a beach.

After standing on the tidal flat for a while, Zhang Ang returned to the pier, and then walked along the main road into the small town next to the pier.

This is the city of Toulon, where he woke up from his dream.

When I walked into the city, it was time for dinner, and the smoke was rising in the city, and many people started cooking.However, unlike the bread and wheat cakes that are often eaten in other cities, people here prefer to steam some white, soft food.From time to time, there are some stalls on the street shouting loudly, selling these white, soft, fist-sized food.

Zhang Ang walked slowly on the street, walking through the streets that had hardly changed, and he was very familiar with them.

The big hotel with the golden bull's head is still open. In the Sun Hall, Moon Hall, and Star Hall, the nobles are singing and dancing, and the cups and plates are intertwined.

Came to the city lord's mansion again, the city lord inside had changed a long time ago, the current one is obviously just a reckless man, stupid, counting on his fingers while listening to his subordinate's report, far less than the one on Earl Marceau back then Elegant temperament.

I came to the church again. The current church is obviously much more lonely than before. It is far less prosperous than before. There are few pastors in it. Even the children who are trained are less than half. The old old bishop is holding a who knows what book. , watching with gusto.Zhang Ang knew him, he was the old man who was in charge of selling martial arts secret books.

Sighing, Zhang Ang came to a hillside in the west of the city again.

There are two graves side by side, engraved with the surname "Leonardo", and inside are the biological parents of this body that he has never met.And beside the two graves, there is a small tomb with a simpler tombstone, and no name is even engraved on it.

But Zhang Ang knew that this was the tomb of old Ivan, the old, loyal, and sincere old Ivan who had carried him on his back and supported him through the most difficult years.

I didn't even see him for the last time, he just died so silently
Since no one took care of them all year round, the three grave mounds were already overgrown with weeds. Zhang Ang personally pulled out the weeds one by one, swept away the dust, and leveled the land. Only then did Zhang Ang leave here in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Whoosh.

It was silent again, Zhang Ang came to a bustling city, which was the capital of France, Paris.

On the banks of the Seine, the beautiful Rose Sword Academy is still extremely beautiful in the sea of ​​flowers, and young and beautiful noble ladies with swords shuttle around the campus.

Whether it's the aristocratic canteen in the college or the servant canteen at the entrance of the campus, the chefs inside are hard at work, making preparations for the upcoming evening meal time.

Stepping out, he came to a small house again. In this small house that he had rented for nearly a year, a new family had already moved in. The family of three enjoyed themselves happily, sitting around the dining table, smiling and smiling. The prayer before the meal is full of family warmth.

He came to the Grand Palace again, hesitated for a while, and walked to a courtyard next to the palace.

A group of young people inside were struggling to stab their spears, while a handsome man with blond hair was directing them, reprimanding them, and pointing them out.

At this time, a beautiful and charming woman walked over, said a few words coquettishly, and called the handsome man in, and they kissed together.

The woman's lower abdomen swelled slightly, and the man's hand caressed it carefully, with a smile on his face.

Whoosh.

City of Lyon, Michelin Institute.

Whoosh.

Denmark, North Sea.

Whoosh.

Germany, the small town of Bernau.

Whoosh.

Vienna, Feather Hotel.

However, when he was in Vienna, Zhang Ang stopped and walked towards the Vienna Conservatory of Music in the gentle evening breeze.And all the way unimpeded, went directly to the back mountain of the college.

"Is Mr. Beethoven here? I'm here to ask for a piece!"

(End of this chapter)