Thinking of the reason why the village was destroyed, his heart was filled with helplessness and hatred. He cried bitterly on the foundation of his own house. He cried until the sky was dark, as if he had cried out all the grievances that had been buried in his heart for these days.
When he knelt on the open space in front of his house, the powerless sadness and helplessness in his heart made him realize that only the strong can live better and only the strong can live longer.
The deacon disciple who accompanied Zhang Hao saw him crying so sadly, and reluctantly stepped forward, patted his shoulder, sighed, and said, "Junior brother, we have been down the mountain for a long time, let's go back first!"
Zhang Hao cried again after hearing what his senior brother said, then suddenly stood up, bowed deeply to the deacon disciple, and said, "Thank you very much, senior brother. I have no way to repay you. If you need me in the future, just ask me. As long as I can do it, I will never refuse. I just don't know if the bodies of the friends who fled to the mountain with me are still there. Please take me there."
The deacon disciple nodded and took Zhang Hao to the place where they had died. When they arrived there, he found that the friends he had played with were buried under a pile of ice.
Looking at the piles of ice, Zhang Hao said helplessly: "Sorry for the trouble, Senior Brother."
The deacon disciple looked at him, nodded, and with a flick of his hand a small fan appeared in his hand. The senior brother waved at the ice cubes a few times, and the ice cubes fell to the side.
Zhang Hao was extremely saddened when he saw his friend's body covered in blood. His determination to cultivate Taoism as soon as possible became more determined.
Seeing Zhang Hao's miraculous performance, the deacon disciple could not help but say, "Brother, you should accept my condolences and cultivate the method as soon as possible..." At this point, the deacon disciple seemed to have thought of something, paused slightly and said, "Let my brother help you!"
After saying that, he waved his folding fan again, and a big pit appeared on the flat ground not far away. Then the two put the bodies of Zhang Hao's friends into the big pit and buried them. After Zhang Hao cried in front of the grave again, the deacon disciple pulled Zhang Hao up the mountain.
Zhang Hao returned to his residence at Xuantian Gate and changed his previous state. He made up his mind not to think about the past anymore. He opened the booklet and began to read.
Although this booklet looks small, Zhang Hao found out after reading one page that the contents inside were so difficult to remember. It took Zhang Hao a whole night to really understand the first page of this booklet.
According to Zhang Hao's understanding, the first chapter of this booklet talks about how to guide the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into one's body and store it. Through the formulas in the booklet, one can mobilize spiritual power, and this kind of spiritual power is what mortals call magic power.
The booklet said that all spiritual power must be obtained through one's own practice, so the longer the practice time, the more spiritual power one will gain.
Although the spiritual power in the world is the same, according to different luck methods, the spiritual power on the body will be transformed into different attributes. The "Xuanyan Sutra" in Zhang Hao's hand is a method of transforming spiritual power into fire attribute spiritual power.
The booklet also said that spiritual power enters the human body through the mouth and nose. Therefore, when practicing, it is necessary to keep the breathing steady, which is helpful for practice. If the breath is unstable, the spiritual power absorbed into the body will be fast and slow, which will affect the practitioner's practice state. What's more terrible is that it may lead to obsession. This requires the practitioner to maintain a calm state of mind to achieve this.
Seeing this, Zhang Hao couldn't help but gasp, thinking: "It turns out that cultivation is not that easy. It seems that the character of a cultivator is very important. It seems that I need to pay more attention to this aspect in the future."
Zhang Hao followed what his senior brother said and practiced according to the instructions in the booklet, slowly adjusting his condition. However, although he had studied the booklet thoroughly, doing it was different from what he had imagined. Zhang Hao fumbled for a long time but still couldn't find the feeling of drawing spiritual power into the body as his senior brother said.
So Zhang Hao read the booklet over and over again and tried continuously. It was not until the morning of the third day that Zhang Hao finally found a little bit of feeling. However, the feeling was vague and even he himself didn't know if it was really like this.
But even so, he was very happy. However, he calmed down and thought, according to his senior brother, the effect of the first few levels of cultivation is very obvious, why is it not working for him? At this time, he remembered the conversation between him and his senior brother.
"Junior brother, you should know that aptitude is very important for a cultivator. Good aptitude can greatly save a person's cultivation time, and the cultivation method can also achieve twice the result with half the effort."
"Brother, can't everyone practice cultivation?"
"Of course, for mortals, no matter how much they practice, it will be of no use."
"Why? Is this a question of qualifications?"
"Junior brother, what you said is right. The meridian bones of ordinary mortals are too small. If you force the spiritual energy into the body, the effect of continuous cultivation will be minimal. At the same time, because the spiritual energy does not flow smoothly, it will be blocked in the body, which will bring disaster to the practitioner. Yes, it is like a cultivator who has gone astray."
"So what are the advantages of people with good qualifications, brother?"
"Of course there are many benefits. First of all, in terms of cultivation speed, those with good aptitude can cultivate much faster than those with poor aptitude. After all, the speed at which those with good aptitude absorb spiritual power is much faster than those with poor aptitude. Secondly, when encountering a bottleneck, a cultivator with good aptitude can easily break through, while it is much more difficult for those with poor aptitude."
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Thinking of this, Zhang Hao couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. Is he really that bad? At this moment, he remembered the long sighs that his master and other elders made when they saw him, and he seemed to understand something all of a sudden."However, for cultivators, it does not mean that those with good aptitude will definitely succeed, and those with poor aptitude will definitely not succeed. Because there are too many factors that affect the success of cultivation, such as opportunities, mentality, elixirs, etc., which will more or less affect the achievements of cultivators. So, junior brother, don't care too much about aptitude. Whether you can cultivate to success depends on your own efforts." Zhang Hao thought about some of the words of his master and senior brothers."So what if I have poor qualifications? I can do it, I can do it." Zhang Hao shouted this in his heart."It seems that I have to work harder!" Zhang Hao said in a low voice. However, his senior brother
Finally, he concluded the following:First of all, I have never been exposed to the first part, so everything is difficult at the beginning, and the practice will definitely not go smoothly;Second, I had no reference for the first part of my own practice. Although my senior brothers gave me a lot of experience verbally, listening to others and doing it yourself are two completely different things. Therefore, the difficulty of the first level of practice is much greater than the second level.Third, when I was practicing the first part, I was just stumbling around and didn’t understand how to summarize, so it was like a blind man touching an elephant, and it took a lot of effort to touch the whole elephant. When I was practicing the second level, I had a preliminary understanding of the overall situation, so it was naturally much easier to practice.However, it is not easy for a beginner cultivator to find these problems after practicing for a few days.But Zhang Hao didn't understand
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Fei kept thinking about the recent developments. It turned out that his mother brought him here regarding cultivation matters, but didn't know about the hand cannons. It seemed that she had been worrying too much. After a while, Fei shrugged and turned to his mother. "Mother, yesterday I asked Uncle Mammoth to help me make some interesting things. If mother is fine with it, I want you to try it out with us." "Huh, ok." Daxia also knew that Fei would often make some interesting things out, and she couldn't help but become curious. "What are these things?" "Mother will see soon." The three people immediately walked out of the house, anxious of what was to come. Sisters, Shuang and Hong, were looking at each other, holding hand cannon outside the house. Shuang held a blazing fire high with her left hand, while her right hand was holding a hand cannon. She squinted one eye into the barrel, turning the handle of the gun towards the sky. All
Fei took the hand cannon and checked it carefully, and found that the hand cannon body also showed no signs of damage. But the bronze barrel was a little hot. It must have reached the limit of endurance. It seemed that the third hand cannon with a larger loading chamber didn't need to be tried. Although even if it burst, it wouldn't hurt the people of the tribe. After a little more thought, Fei couldn't help asking Mammoth. "Uncle Mammoth, how do you feel about your body's ability to withstand the second shot?" Mammoth took a few seconds to recollect, and said suddenly. "It's okay, except for the stamina of the first shot, ordinary person should be able to withstand it." "Very good." Fei said excitedly, then turned to all the clansmen and asked. "Anyone want to try a shot?" After hearing the question, the people began to look at one another, pushing one another forward, but no one stepped forward for a while. At this moment, a voice su
Seeing that everyone had dispersed, Mu Tuo and Daxia bid farewell to Mammoth and left together. It was near noon. Looking from the hillside, nearly a hundred yurts of various sizes in the tribe formed a large irregular circle, with a relatively flat square exposed in the middle. At this time, many tribesmen set up more than a dozen bonfires to roast food on the square. There were hunted beasts, livestock raised in the tribe, and fresh big fish. It was awesome to have tasteful food from beasts of the sky, the ones running on the ground, swimming in the water. From time to time, there were bursts of laughter in the square, and there were traces of meaty aroma, which was inviting. Looking at the tribe in front of them that they had built by themselves, Mu Tuo and his wife, Daxia, were full of emotion in their hearts. Who could have imagined that in just a few years, the Ironwood tribe could grow from just a dozen people to a tribe of two to three hundred
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