i have a sword fairy

After fighting for something, the evil dragons returned to the vicinity of the warning line with a whole body of blood, and cast their bloody eyes...

This time.

When they looked at the pure blue glazed dragon carp above, their eyes suddenly became hot.

In addition to these changes, what Zhao Rong didn't notice was that after this little storm, this pool with a clear surface seemed to...

It's cloudy, it's dark gray.

Only very little has changed.

The warning line of light and darkness, clear and turbid to suppress the evil dragons in the deep abyss is still clearly distinguished.

Just when Zhao Rong was in a daze, feeling the strange body in a daze.

"Hey, are you still in a daze? What did I tell you, don't try to be obsessed with understanding all the scenes in this heart lake, heh, don't be immersed in it, you will never come back..."

Someone suddenly scolded in his ear.

Zhao Rong came back to his senses fiercely.

Suddenly, in the field of vision, it was as if his soul had been pulled out of this pure blue glass color.

Zhao Rong fell on his back and fell into the abyss of the evil dragon servo below.

The posture is like a helpless person falling off a cliff.

He opened his mouth, but there was no sound...

……

late at night.

The wasteland under Jiyue Mountain.

In a spacious tent somewhere, it was pitch black.

In front of an extinguished candle, a pair of eyes suddenly lit up on the pitch-black figure sitting upright.

stare hugely...

"Ah... Huhu—!"

Zhao Rong opened his eyes suddenly, pressed his chest with one hand, and supported the ground with the other, panting violently.

Not long after, the sense of suffocation and claustrophobia of falling into the abyss faded away.

"Damn it, did I almost get eaten by those beasts..."

Rao Shi, a young Confucian scholar who has always adhered to the principle of gentleness, couldn't help scolding his mother.

The main reason is that the 'dream' just now was too real, even though he kept reminding himself that it was just a dream, and it was still in his own consciousness, he was the boss.

However, the subconscious is still immersed in it...

Zhao Rong panted for a while, looked left and right in the dark tent, there was no sound.

And his body was drenched in cold sweat.

Chapter 492 About the First Soaring Cultivation Base

A moment later, inside the tent.

Zhao Rong changed into clean and warm robes again, and lit the candles in front of him.

While wiping the sweat from his neck with a towel, he calmed down and said in the middle of his heart:

"Come out, what happened just now?"

"What's the matter?"

Gui's chuckle came as promised.

"Didn't Mr. Zhao want to fight 81 evil dragons in the deep lake of the heart just now? Well, to be honest, I have lived for so many years, and I have never seen such a mighty monk as Mr. Zhao, who dared to fight in the heart lake. The monsters in the pool are tough."

It thought for a while, "Well, I guess even you Confucian saints would not dare, so you have to avoid it and choose other ways to cultivate your mind, and Mr. Zhao is really extraordinary."

Faced with the sword spirit's amazement and praise, Zhao Rong pursed his lips and remained silent.

Sure enough, the next moment, it changed the subject.

"However, Mr. Zhao's behavior later seemed to be a bit conscientious. Why are you hesitating? Go directly to Qianyuan and have a hearty fight with them. It makes me bored watching upstairs."

Poison tongue sword spirit irony.

Zhao Rong ignored it, frowned and said, "What did you drop? You did it, right?"

As he spoke, he suddenly spread his five fingers, followed by the dim candlelight, looked at his palms, and his expression became strange.

The changes in his body at this moment made him a little surprised and happy...

"Oh, didn't I see that you were timid and couldn't go on, so I kindly helped you, and then poured out some... the dragon energy I collected went down."

"Dragon Qi?!"

"Well, you drank so much Zhengguan well water before, to be honest, it was too wasteful, and a lot of it was not absorbed and transformed."

Sword Spirit curled his lips, "But this time I taught you this set of out-of-boundary exercises, which are very suitable for the transformation of your body. In the future, there is no need for extravagance and waste of well water and dragon energy. This seat will help you put everything into the heart lake Chiyuan will do.”

"Tsk tsk, judging from just now, the kung fu skills of that outsider martial artist are indeed very suitable for you at this time."

Zhao Rong frowned, staring at the candlelight in front of him, digesting Gui's words.

I was speechless for a while.

Quiet in the tent.

Zhao Rong thought for a while, clenched his fists, and said, "What happened just now..."

Gui Lanyan interrupted: "You drink those three cups of well water first, I put these three dragon spirits into my heart first, finish the business first, and chat later."

"No."

Zhao Rong shook his head, with a serious expression: "Tell me first. This is my son's practice, and it's embarrassing to be messed up."

The tone cannot be denied.

He glanced at the three bamboo tubes in front of him, stretched out his palm, and pressed them lightly.

I don't dare to drink anymore, I'm afraid it will rise too fast...exploding.

Gui smiled, "Oh, face..."

The young Confucian scholar carefully felt the dantian in his body, lowered his eyes and said:

"I just entered the Fuyao realm a few days ago. Before tonight, I had just entered the realm and hadn't settled down. As a result, now... I have firmly entered the early stage of Fuyao, and even the middle stage seems to be almost there."

Hearing the words, Jian Ling chuckled lightly and spoke to Youyou.

……

It's bittersweet.

This is the first time Zhao Rong has experienced the feeling of soaring cultivation base.

He knew that if he told Gui how he felt, the latter would say "that's it, that's it" without even thinking about it.

But Zhao Rong is really a little satisfied.

If Qingjun and Qian'er were both there, and he would go back to eat at night, he would definitely sit on his buttocks, wave his hand, and boldly call Qingjun to fill up a few more bowls of rice.

Then, after Qingjun and Qian'er exchanged glances quietly and then took a few mouthfuls of food as if nothing had happened, when he inquired about her husband on the sidelines, he suppressed a smile and announced the good news...

In this way, the old Zhao's house will be lively and festive, um, just like New Year's Eve.

In the old Zhao's house, Zhao Rong's celebration of breaking through a small level in Fuyao territory is equivalent to Qingjun Qian'er and the others breaking through a big realm of practice...

What is a waste of a family... not the head of the family?Um?

A certain young Confucian scholar couldn't help but leaned back...

"Actually, it's not considered that I'm worthless, it's really rare.

"A few days ago, I was thinking that I would be able to stabilize Fuyao this month. It would be good to enter the early stage of Fuyao within three months, but now..."

Zhao Rong took a slight breath, half happy and half worried.

"Speaking of which, what is the strange wave rising from the abyss, which made me stabilize Fuyao overnight, and obviously I haven't run the Great Week a few times, but there is already a lot of spiritual energy in the dantian, probably more , it’s almost the volume of the mid-stage boom.”

Just when he carefully inspected the changes in his body and muttered, the sword spirit in the heart lake had already finished most of the opening speech with eloquence.

Well, before Gui explained his doubts to Zhao Rong, he had to talk about its previous glorious deeds every day.

Then go back to the real question, and then Zhao Rong will suddenly realize that the sword spirit was so powerful before...

"Hey, are you listening?"

In the dimly lit tent, Gui grunted dissatisfiedly as if he noticed someone's distraction.

Zhao Rong raised his head: "You...well, you continue."

"Listen carefully. Don't think I'm being too wordy. I'm saying this for your own good. Otherwise, you think I want to mention these things that broke your breath back then? This is to motivate you, do you understand?"

"..."

The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

"Yes, I see, "Incentive."

The young Confucian scholar nodded.

Sword Spirit nodded in satisfaction, "Well, which realm did I just talk about, Jindan or Nascent Soul?"

How could Zhao Rong remember this, he wished to end the foreplay immediately.

He couldn't help but ask:

"Brother Sanbian told me in the past that martial arts practice should be down-to-earth, not to be impetuous and greedy, and to take shortcuts, especially the second stage of reaching the sky, otherwise you will be rewarded twice in the future."

Zhao Rong paused for a moment, then condensed his voice:

"Am I too fast tonight?"

Return: "..."

The air was suddenly quiet for a moment.

The young Confucian scholar was taken aback, and quickly explained: "I mean spiritual practice. Don't think about it."

"This seat knows."

The sword spirit asked curiously, "Associate what?"

Zhao Rong: "..."

His forehead was darkened.

"Then...why didn't you say anything just now?"

Nodding back, "I didn't expect you to ask this question."

"What do you mean?"

The sword spirit 'cut' and said:

"Your practice speed is also called fast? This is where you are."

Zhao Rong shook his head and had his own opinion.

"After ascending to the sky and opening up the meridians needed by the Great Zhoutian, enter the Fuyao realm, and the Fuyao realm is still difficult to be called the real mountain person in the world, and the Haoran realm is."

"I remember that the gap is that the Fuyao realm cannot connect the small world of the human body with the big world outside the body. What the Fuyao realm has to do is to make the dantian and meridians in the body adapt to the aura of the world outside and absorb the aura by itself. Slowly restore mana."

"Awe-inspiring, it is to penetrate the four bodies and bones, so that the small world of the body can be filled with aura of awe-inspiring air, floating, and soaring up... This is the real monk on the mountain."

His resolute face showed longing, and his gaze was withdrawn from the palm of his hand.

"Both you and Brother Sanbian have said that the entire Fuyao Realm is a process of physically adapting to the aura of heaven and earth. Some people are naturally close to the aura of heaven and earth, and it is easy to step into Haoran, such as you and Qingjun. And some people..."

The young Confucian scholar seemed to think of something, and smiled in the spring breeze.

"Well, most people, including this young master, have to slowly hone their skills and adapt to the aura of heaven and earth... The cultivator sensed the broken mirror of the incoming poems at the bottleneck of the Fuyao Realm. foot."

"Brother Sanbian told me very early on that after Fuyao Realm, I have to keep my feet on the ground, because through tempering the body, it is like forging iron, so that the aura is gradually tempered into the body, and slowly accumulates until the body adapts to the aura of heaven and earth. .”

"The aura accumulated in this way is the real foundation."