Meng Chuan was startled.
"What is this? I only know that three inches below the belly button is the elixir field, and there is space for elixir field, which can nourish the qi. How can there be a void space in the eyebrow? And the villain here is exactly the same as me?" Meng Chuan was puzzled, and also had some speculation. "Since the villain is the same as me, is it the legendary soul? Is it formed by my soul and will? Or is it something unknown?"
"The classics of Jinghu Taoist Academy were distributed from Yuanchu Mountain. Our Meng family's classics have also been accumulated for thousands of years. The common sense in practice is quite complete."
"I have already read through those common knowledge, and I have never seen any record of eyebrow space before." Meng Chuan was puzzled. He liked to read books, and as a member of the God and Demon family, he was quite knowledgeable, but he had never even heard of a small person hidden inside the eyebrow space.
Although surprised, Meng Chuan vaguely felt that this should be a good thing.
Because
He had already felt a transformation of himself.
"This feeling is so wonderful." Meng Chuan closed his eyes, but still easily avoided the many items in the study room. He opened the door very freely and walked out.
He walked to the stone table in the yard with his eyes closed and sat on a stone chair.
"I just close my eyes, everything around me is fine and delicate," Meng Chuan opened his eyes. It was already dark, and under the night sky, his naked eyes were blurry. But at this moment, he had an invisible sense, and what was incredibly clear around him was the small burr on the six feet of a small ant crawling by the courtyard wall, which Meng Chuan could clearly see.
Front, back, left, right, above, underground! It's all clear, but the area just three feet deep underground is still very clear, getting blurry as it goes down.
The naked eye can only see ahead, not behind the head! If it is pitch black without light, nothing can be seen.
"I can see ten zhang clearly."
"And it can sense a whole mile of surrounding land."
Meng Chuan sat in the small courtyard, able to clearly sense all the breath within a one mile radius centered on himself. The breath of humans, animals, and all living creatures can be sensed.
For example, the breath of my father and Uncle Liu is the strongest in the entire Jinghu Meng Mansion.
Father Meng Dajiang has a strong and heavy aura.
Liu Shuliu is white at night, and his breath is even more ethereal.
The aura of the weaker group in the realm of rebirth has faded away, and the aura of the younger sister in July is the purest among them.
The entire Jinghu Meng Mansion, as well as everywhere outside of Meng Mansion
The farther away, the more blurry the sensing becomes.
Just like in broad daylight, even without any obstacles, the naked eye can still see far away, but when the distance is too far, only a blurry figure of a person or a blurry dog can be seen!
Meng Chuan's induction is the same! He has a clear sense of proximity. If the distance is far, we can only know how many people, how many animals, which are stronger and which are weaker. That's all.
If it exceeds a range of one mile... it is a darkness! Unable to sense.
"Nowadays, everything in the world is different." Meng Chuan opened his eyes and looked at the various plants in the courtyard. It was so beautiful to see them all within ten zhang. I feel like I'm just looking at things in the fog, blurry. Now it's a hundred times clearer! Everything we see has become much more vibrant in color. The once flat stone tabletop can now be seen with too many small pits under the wind and sun.
A piece of hair that has fallen off, if you look at it in the past, you only feel that the hair is very thin and smooth. Nowadays, in induction, one can see many rough hairs on the surface of this hair, just like a branch, with many rough areas and even some wounds.
Everything is more authentic.
"Shoo."
Meng Chuan suddenly drew his sword and slashed across the sky.
Meng Chuan looked at his knife, but he was a bit excited.
"In the past, I couldn't see any flaws in the blade, it was a perfect blade... Now there are so many imperfections?" Meng Chuan murmured. In the past, he relied on the naked eye to see the light of the blade. The blade was too fast, and no matter how powerful, he could only vaguely see it. I think this knife is good enough! Now, under induction, the blade's light is fine and the trajectory is clear a hundred times.
The knife technique cuts through every hint of disharmony in the sky, making it incredibly clear. This immediately made Meng Chuan realize the imperfections of the knife light.
As someone obsessed with drawing, pursuing beauty is instinctive.
This is imperfect and uncoordinated, making him unable to bear it.
"Practice the Blade Pulling Technique." Meng Chuan began practicing the Blade Pulling Technique at night.
My body turned into a stream of light, and I swung it out with a single blow.
Only by discovering imperfections can we know where to improve.
Knife after knife
Effort with every cut can lead to better results.
One hour, two hours
Meng Chuan was not tired at all, but rather excited. He felt that the shortcomings of his sword techniques were disappearing, and even under the influence of "induction", he gradually became perfect.
"Shoo."
It's a knife pulling style again.
The blade light is like a crescent moon, even subtly pulling the power of heaven and earth, making the blade light like a dream and fleeting.
Meng Chuan, who used his body techniques, was 50% faster than usual. He felt the illusion of flying in the wind, and in a flash, he rushed out three zhang further. He stopped in a row, but his heart was filled with enthusiasm: "I feel the existence of 'momentum', it's almost, almost."
"Since reaching the state of unity, I have been chopping arrows 8000 times a day, practicing diligently for over a year and a half, and to this day, I finally feel the power."
"Within a few days, I will definitely break through." Meng Chuan felt that tonight was really beautiful.
Eight thousand times a day, I practice the art of chopping and drawing arrows, each time pursuing an earlier chopping, so that the marks of my sword energy falling on the big tree can continuously move upwards. Having an incredibly solid foundation and emotional integration, it is his favorite style of swordsmanship, as well as a clear direction... Meng Chuan's cultivation effect over the past year and a half is actually very good, perhaps even more efficient than the ancient god and demon Deng Feng at his age.
Over the past year and a half, even the "momentum" is not too far away, although the closer it approaches the limit, the slower the improvement. Kemengchuan had been practicing hard for another year and a half, and it was only natural for him to realize the power.
But tonight's transformation.
Taking his knife technique one step further, he immediately touched the "momentum".
Breakthrough naturally brings us closer.
At five quarters of an hour, it was still pitch black.
The morning bell of Dongning Prefecture has already sounded, and many people who are making a living are already waiting outside the city gate.
"Roaming~~~" The city gate of Dongning Prefecture opened, and vendors carrying goods and laborers entering the city one after another. At this moment, two figures mixed in the crowd and easily entered the city.
"It's been half a year since I last came to the city, Second Brother. This time I'm going to the city, I must play around. I'm almost sick in the mountains." A chubby man wearing a hat chuckled as they entered the city.
"Okay, okay, go ahead and get busy with the business first. Exchange those treasures for silver bills! After the business is over, let's play slowly and play for ten days before returning to the village," said another bearded man.
Meng Chuan practiced his swordsmanship all night and finally stopped.
From practicing at night until dawn, the mind is not tired, and the body is also tired. He has been practicing swordsmanship for over four hours, and his stomach is growling.
First, brush your teeth and wash your face, then go have breakfast.
"Snorr." Meng Chuan held a large bowl of Congee, drank a few mouthfuls at first, and then began to nibble at the dough.
After eating three large pancakes, my father Meng Dajiang walked into the hall and smiled, "Chuan'er, I had breakfast quite early today."
"It's okay, isn't it?"
Meng Chuan nodded and ate comfortably, "By the way, Dad, I have something to tell you later."
"Don't say it at the dinner table, will you talk later?" Meng Dajiang smiled, "It's mysterious and mysterious."
Meng Chuan smiled and said to the servant girl, "Another bowl of Congee."
"Yes, young master." The servant girl immediately helped to serve Congee.