Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 34
February passed, and the busy farming came one after another. Except for the daily homework, sword practice, agility training, and reading, Mr. Chen, who was rich and free, did not need to cook and wash clothes, and was served by a gentle maid.

Life is much happier than that of a muddy leg who is busy in the fields.

"As long as you can endure hardship, you will have endless suffering."

Mr. Chen was walking on the ridge of the field with a step of denying his relatives, and he uttered a fallacy that was very appropriate for the situation.

One of the bad roots of human beings, seeing others suffer more, has a psychological pleasure of wanting to comfort others.

A few balls of mad mud flew from the field.

"Climb!"

"Haha, I'm getting angry from embarrassment."

Time is as happy as a horse race, and in a blink of an eye, it enters June, the summer season of raging fire.

After several months of study, Chen Mou, who still couldn't master the sword energy, had no choice but to pay the tuition fee of fifteen spirit stones in the Lun Dao Hall. He chose to learn the flame art from Master Zhang, the teacher who taught him, and learned the art of capturing objects and surrounding protection with flames. surgery.

Every five days, I come to class in the afternoon, leaving time to practice at home.

He wants to learn more about the principle of the process of transforming Yuanli into mana by learning spells, and maybe he can find another way to make a breakthrough in his swordsmanship. He has the thinking ability of being good at vertical analysis and horizontal comparison, and he will not be rigid and static.

He felt that there was some kind of magical connection between the movement of mana and the release of yuan power?

It took only two class hours to learn Object Capture and Flame Surrounding. Like all basic spells, it is easy to learn but difficult to master. If you want to bring out the great power of simple spells, you must persevere in practicing them. This is the truth that all monks understand.

Perhaps one day quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes, and basic spells will become a supernatural power when practiced to the extreme.

There are more than one or two successful cases in this area in the classics.

The chicken soup without money deeply inspired the poor monks who had no money, and used the method of touching themselves to practice a few basic spells until they died. Of course, nothing was achieved until they died.

However, Chen Mou knew that "success is one percent of talent plus 90.00% of sweat", and one percent of talent is the key to enlightenment.

Otherwise, it would be useless to sweat upstream.

The sky is too high to take care of the poor.

On this day, after coming out of Lun Dao Hall, Chen Mou was wandering in the street and was not in a hurry to go home.

The monks are not afraid of the ordinary cold and heat, no matter how hot the summer is, Chen Mou still wears a green priest robe and will not sweat profusely.

Before I reached the street stall area in Dongfang, I heard a loud voice coming from the front: "It's a fight, it's a fight, Brother Ye is fighting with someone again."

Chen Mou didn't follow the spectators to the south hillside, where there must be a fight scene, he walked to the second-hand bookstall, smiled to Xiu'er who got up:
"Your brother is fighting with someone, why don't you go and see?"

"My little girl can't get involved in the man's business. The most annoying thing is that he has to pay some spirit stones for soup and medicine every time. He can't lose once or twice. Win some spirit stones to subsidize the family."

Xiu'er has long been used to her brother fighting with others. The cause of the incident is often because of her. She smiled and said witty words, soliciting business: "Chen Daoyou, what kind of books do you want to buy today? There are a lot of rare ancient books."

"Please help me find some books on cultivation experience, Xiu'er, don't fool me, a regular customer, with parallel imports, we are old friends."

Chen Mou reminded half-jokingly and half-seriously.

What you think of as friendship in the market sometimes cheats you without discussing it. It is a matter of eyesight.

"No, definitely not, I will look for books carefully this time."

Xiu'er denied San Lian with a smile, leaned over to search for books in front of a pile of books, covered the neckline with her left hand, spent some time, and found seven or eight books that were old and new.

Chen Mou sat down, flipped through the writings or diary essays of his predecessors, and put himself aside with satisfaction.

Suddenly feeling the pressure approaching, Chen Mou turned his head vigilantly and saw a burly man striding forward, full of sturdy aura, he hurriedly got up: "Brother Ye."

Such a strong guy, it's a pity not to swing a sledgehammer.

"Brother Mou, sit down."

Meng Tianye nodded with a smile, approached his sister, and said in a low voice: "Don't talk to that kid from now on, don't worry, be kind."

Xiu'er rolled her eyes and asked, "How much did you lose this time?"

If the fight continues like this, the bookstall will be out of business.

"Excuse me, old man..."

Meng Tianye murmured: "Cultivator patrol came quickly, let that kid slip away." He didn't want to talk to the girl, looked at the little white face who was idle and often wandering around the bookstall, took a stool and sat down, said : "Brother Mou, are you interested in earning some pocket money?"

"Oh, Brother Ye, do you have any suggestions for profitable businesses?"

"Our team still lacks a manpower. Brother Mou is interested. You can go to the Tiangreed Mountains with us to gain experience..."

Meng Tianye lowered his voice, speaking mysteriously.

"Brother, don't come up with bad ideas. Fellow Daoist Chen has other ways to make money. Why is he going to the wild?"

Meng Tianxiu interrupted with staring eyes, and complained: "I'm doing business here, you can go to other places, you can drink, don't disturb the guests reading here."

Chen Mou smiled apologetically, and said, "I'm so weak, don't drag you guys down, brother Ye, please find someone else."

People in Fangshi are hard to guard against, and he has never been afraid to speculate on others with the greatest malice.

It doesn't matter whether he is real or not, as long as his cultivation base is weak, he should not leave the market.

From now on, he would not come to Xiu'er's bookstall again, and would rather go far away to look for books at the Xifang stall.

With such a brother, it is very difficult for a girl to marry.

Meng Tianye shook his head and got up to leave.

Chen Mou buried himself in the books for a while, selected five of them, handed over the money, nodded with a smile and prepared to leave.

Xiu'er apologized in a low voice: "My brother can't speak, fellow Daoist Chen, please don't take it to heart."

"How could it be? Brother Ye also had good intentions and left."

Chen Mou raised his hand, the setting sun dragged his shadow long, and he quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Xiu'er sighed imperceptibly, and lost another old customer.

If this continues, she will drink the northwest wind.

Chen Mou went to the grocery store to buy food, charcoal, meat, vegetables, etc., and walked towards home with them.

Last month, I went to visit Mu Xing, who was on crutches, and found that the yard at the foot of the mountain had changed owners.

I heard from a close neighbor that Lao Mu had already sold his yard and asked Fangshi to issue a paperwork on his injuries due to work in order to cope with the inspection of the ordinary visiting monks. He sold his two maidservants and left quietly to live in seclusion as a wealthy family. Weng went.

After dinner, Chen Mou turned on the oil lamp and carefully read the newly bought books. From time to time, he used a brush to make notes on the paper, and occasionally wrote down a few sentences of his own sporadic insights that he was inspired by.

A good memory is not as good as a bad writing.

Three days later, he told Ying'er that he was going to retreat in the forging room, even if he didn't come out for three to five days, don't bother him.

He walked into the forge with the bucket and dry food, closed the doors and windows, and drew the thick black curtains.

It was pitch black in the forge.

Chen Mou brought water and dry food to the cave in the other world, practiced sword for a while, and practiced flame surround for a while, trying to figure out the mysterious connection between spells and Yuanli. He felt that he was already at the critical point of breakthrough.

Breaking through the past, the strength increased greatly, and the state of mind also benefited.

If you don't find a breakthrough direction, it will form a bottleneck, and it will take time to grind slowly.

He practiced sword day and night, and when he was tired, he would meditate and adjust his breath. The spiritual energy in the other world was abundant, and the wear and tear would quickly recover. A few days passed without feeling it. Scratching my heart, my mood became inexplicably irritable.

When he realized that his state was wrong, he woke up in horror.

Do not act too hastily or act recklessly in the matter of practice. "Following the weather, adapting to the location, and gathering people together" is the right path.

Chen Mou drank a ladle of clear water, ate some dry food, washed his hands, sat cross-legged on the futon, and recited the "Qingjing Sutra". His distracting thoughts slowly disappeared, and he unconsciously entered a rare "pure state", calming his mind and calming his mind. .

Time passed without a trace, something settled in the desire and desire, and the aura suddenly became clear.

Standing up, he drew his sword out of its sheath.

"嗤", stabbed with the sword, and the stagnant Yuanli on the sword turned into a streak of red, piercing for a distance of a foot.

The sword energy is like fire, bright and sharp.

He finally found his comprehension, broke through in one fell swoop, and mastered the sword qi.

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(End of this chapter)