high castle elves

"If you don't practice for one day, your hands and feet will be slow. If you don't practice for two days, you will lose half of it. If you don't practice for three days, you will be a layman. If you don't practice for four days, you will be stunned." In the cave on the top of the mountain, Alamir stood with his sword put away, sweating slightly on his body, and realized that his swordsmanship might be possible. Some are not as good as they were more than a month ago.

After coming back from the Underdark Realm, Alamir hasn't practiced much!Apart from occasionally practicing internal skills, the rest of the time is either wandering in the mountains or looking for a place to sleep. In addition, I have recently fallen in love with activities such as fishing and playing the flute. My martial arts is not a step back from before in the Underdark. In fact, it is. There is no longer that feeling of being able to use your fingers like an arm.

"I always feel that I still have a lot of time, so it doesn't matter if I play for a day first, but that's it, day after day, time passes." Alamir finally understood why many immortal species are obviously very talented, but their final achievements are not as good as short-term ones. Generating human beings.Looking at the messages written by the two masters on the wall, Alamir felt a little blushing.

"Diaosi will always be Diaosi. If your character does not change, it will be difficult to achieve anything even if you have an adventure..." Alamir suddenly realized that there were no two masters to "supervise", and there was no burger. People dare to say anything about him, which makes him a little drifting recently.

I'm really not a person who can achieve great things... While sighing, Alamir quickly took out a bright red bottle from his magic pocket, carefully poured a trace of lava from it, and took off his clothes. , and started running the Nine Yin Scriptures honestly.

The true energy circulates in the meridians. After the cold nine-yin spiral true energy has been refined by the heat of the magma in the center of the earth, although it has reduced a lot, it has become more pure. As the true energy slowly swims throughout the body, finally Hundreds of rivers returned to the sea, and a trace of pure Qi submerged into the sea of ​​Qi.

Poof - Alamir exhaled a breath of white air, slowly retreated, with a solemn expression on his face.

The progress of the Nine Yin Manual has become even slower!

This breath of white breath, called longevity wine, is actually the saliva with essence generated during practice. Most of the internal skills practice requires the tongue to touch the roof of the mouth, which is to build a magpie bridge to communicate with the Ren and Du meridians.

When the gong is performed in the sky, the true energy is abundant at this time, and the saliva produced is different from the saliva produced at ordinary times. The inner essence will soon overflow the mouth, and it needs to be swallowed to turn into a stream of pure true energy. , send it into Dantian.

At this time, different internal skills will have different processing methods. Top-level Taoist skills such as Jiuyin Manual must follow a specific method, in conjunction with the breathing rhythm, stir the tongue 49 times to coincide with the number of Dayan, and then divide it into three times. Swallow it to regulate blood and flesh, and strengthen muscles and bones.

The impurities and turbid gas contained after swallowing will be sprayed out before completing the exercise, forming a white mist, so it is called longevity wine.

Alamir is still in the stage of refining gas, and the impurities contain fire poison, so he can only spit out a stream of white gas. The longevity wine spit out by the two masters can already penetrate stones. It is said that immortals practice, and a mouthful of longevity wine can penetrate the stone. Turn into turbulent rivers.

Alamir, who entered the third level of Nine Yins, spit out the longevity wine that was similar to that of the second level, or even less, which explains the problem.

However, Alamir still discovered a problem, that is, his flesh and blood containing starlight, as well as his meridians shining with moonlight, would collect "tolls" when he performed the exercises. After the zhenqi, which was originally the thickness of his little finger, finally returned to his dantian, There is often only a trace left, which is basically absorbed by one's own body, and the ray of electricity in the Dantian directly absorbs more than half of the last true energy.

Although this is a good thing, looking at the oily impurities that have not appeared on his skin for many years, Alamir only feels that his body is more transparent and agile, and his muscles and bones are stronger, but when he thinks about it, it will take more time to fully fill up the energy. , I sighed in my heart.

What "surprised" Alamir even more was that the ray of electricity in his Dantian seemed a bit extraordinary. After devouring his true energy, it actually slowly expanded his Dantian...

On the one hand, it was "opened up", and on the other hand, it was "cut off." Alamir looked at his Dantian, which was only one-sixth full, and sighed in his heart.

I practiced Kung Fu all morning today, but my Qi became less and less as I practiced...

Although the total amount of Qi has increased slightly, it is still slower than the growth rate of the upper limit of Qi.

No, will my Qi never be enough? ?Alamir was a little panicked. Although it was a good thing to accumulate strength and change his physique, what if it took a long time? ?Will he train himself to become a "elf" all his life? ?

But there is no point in hurrying, noon has passed, and the next practice hour is midnight. Alamir decided not to play mahjong with the slaves tonight, but to practice hard tonight.

After the master finally left, Alamir played mahjong. He was so bored that he played mahjong with a few demons. Because the slaves' property belonged to the master, the demons gambled on their own clothes. What's even more disgusting is that they are Whoever wins gets the prize, and this is regarded as a reward, which makes Alamir feel that he is being played. Later, when Susmikali and others join in, it becomes normal to put straw on the face, draw turtles, and drink water as punishment. .

In short, the mountain life in Alamir is so boring.

It was just after noon, Susi was still working hard planting trees and flowers, Mikali was beating rabbit grass to feed the rabbits, Alamir had strictly forbidden her to whip the rabbits, and the minotaur was moving stones to build a wall. Milsi was pecking the minotaur on the side, and he was very happy. The six-armed snake devil, the chef, found a pool to soak in to escape the heat. He raised his tail and played with the water. His lazy look made Alamir unable to help himself. I want to feed her realgar.

"Distinguished master, do you want to go fishing?" The demon of desire staggered over. His originally plump cheeks were shriveled, his eyes were dull, and he was almost crumbling when a gust of wind blew.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you go down." Alamir waved his hand, took out a fishing rod, wore wooden clogs and carried a fishing basket, preparing to go fishing in the lake on the top of the mountain.

After this devil saw Baofa No. [-] document that day, he was immediately attracted. He said that this kind of words and methods were simply concise and rigorous, and also had great restraint and effectiveness. So Bainet Ryan was very interested in this kind of words and methods. She was fascinated by the new text and studied it secretly for a long time in private. In addition, Alamir ordered her to study the method of cultivating fairy wheat. This demon's brain cells died a lot, and she almost failed her research. When playing mahjong, I would occasionally mutter to myself words such as "solid advancement" and "main grasp".

You are also thinking blindly. As the master, Alamir can easily read the memory of the desire demon. He also knows that this demon wants to master the logic and grammar of this language and further introduce other uses.

This kind of difficulty is like a person who has seen a few words in Oracle and wants to use this to deduce the entire language system. This level of difficulty is difficult even with the wisdom of the devil.

Therefore, during this period, the brain cells of the lustful demon died rapidly, just like a programmer who worked overtime continuously to report blessings. Alamir even vaguely felt that she might be bald...

Looking at the half-bald Milsi, the tauren who were completely bald due to Milsi's disaster, and the bare fields, Alamir thought that his mountain village should be called Hamburg, so he might as well call it Bald Castle.

Thinking that in a few decades, except for his own villa, everyone would be bald, Alamir shuddered. He shook his head, shook this terrible thought out of his mind, and went up the mountain to fish.

It was such a leisurely day. The sun was setting, and the wind on the mountain was carrying the smell of vegetation. Alamir stretched, yawned, and poured the fish in the basket back into the pond. Suddenly, his balls ached.

After practicing martial arts, he can clearly sense the movement under the water through the fishing line, and the psionicist can feel the emotions nearby. As long as the fish comes close and bites the hook, he can pull it up.

The only difficulty is waiting for the fish to come over.

This lake is chosen because not many people come to fish. The fish are all stupid, vying to get the bait. Alamir, who doesn't like fish and is bored, puts them back every day. Many fish even think of this as a fish. A game of elves......

Is this considered fishing? ?Alamir threw the fishing rod angrily, feeling that he had discovered the biggest secret of the immortal species.

It turns out that for immortal species, the biggest natural enemy is how to spend a long time...

No wonder the elves are very curious and can't restrain their adventurous mood... Aramil sighed as he walked into the afterglow of the setting sun and returned to Hamburg.

"Caravan - where are they??" Bored Alamir ran to Milsi's room, grabbed its eagle head and rubbed it, his tone was like a goblin asking, where is Monk Tang?

"Great master, the elf among elves, according to the news from my servant, the caravan has passed through the deep forest valley, and will enter the Kaldor Mountain the day after tomorrow." "General Diamond" Bai Natrien bowed replied.

"Okay, be sure to catch them before they enter the Rismela Forest!"

"Yes!" The eyes of the several demons, Sussus and Mikali all showed bloodthirsty light. Milsi cooed and seemed to be extremely excited. There was a scene of a group of demons dancing wildly in the windmill.