Reflect the world

Chapter 19 Cultivation
The king who sat high on the throne and watched the world with disdain was just an order, and the remaining heroes of the Mohist family and the Six Kingdoms had already fallen into the predicament of death.

The ropes tied around the necks of the heroes of the Six Kingdoms are tightened step by step, and it won't be long before the last piece of pure land in the world, the Mohist Trick City, becomes ruins.

Tang Xuanming has no way to think about these things, what he can do now is to do everything possible to strengthen himself.

Daily swordsmanship practice is essential. Gai Nie inherited from Guigu, and then formed the unique knowledge after honing with countless heroes. The Mohist school has been passed down for hundreds of years, and the Mohist swordsmanship and their inner skills have been perfected by generations of heroes.

Tang Xuanming's pretending to be a ghost once gave him a huge reward.

But it takes time to grow up at any time. Even if you have the world's top magic skills, not knowing words is still a flaw.

If Gai Nie hadn't tirelessly explained to Tang Xuanming, he wouldn't be able to practice with the supreme inheritance of the Mohist school.

In terms of internal strength cultivation, Tang Xuanming's progress is not that fast.

The miraculous inner strength method handed down by later generations is actually a relatively complicated method of breathing and exhaling.

By regulating one's own internal organs, the body's strength can be further improved, and oneself can be improved from the inside out.

The swordsmanship of Guigu and Mohism is the only choice to hone the physical body, but the external improvement, through the hone of the musculoskeletal and the practice of inner strength and mental method, can achieve the effect of unity of the inside and outside.

Only when both internal and external have reached the peak, can it be possible to truly cultivate and exert internal strength. Tang Xuanming is still far behind in this respect.

On the contrary, Xiang Yu, who was messing around with Tianming every day, showed extraordinary talent, and sometimes people really cannot be compared with each other.

This person who was later called the Eternal Overlord really had his extraordinary features. His physical body was born to be condensed internally and externally to the peak, stronger than ordinary people who had practiced hard for decades.

The cultivation of external skills has reached the peak, which is equivalent to the character in the golden bell cover and iron cloth shirt who has perfected his cultivation in ordinary martial arts novels.

Gai Nie once marveled at the young man's copper skin and iron bones.

"It's nothing, I will reach this level soon, but it's at the level of a seven or eight-year-old child in the Pi tribe, so I'm not surprised."

He practiced hard, and besides traveling long distances every day, he also needed to practice swordsmanship. Tang Xuanming, who was as tired as a dog, lay on the carriage to comfort himself.

The envy, jealousy and hatred in my heart are beyond words.

The road to the Mohist organ city is a bit far away, and with the Xiang clan’s weapons, armor and food supplies, it is impossible to travel thousands of miles a day like the later generations, have breakfast in Beijing in the morning, and go to Tibet to travel the next day .

At the level of this era, traveling long distances is a kind of torture to people's physical strength and spirit.

"Rest in place!"

Following Fan Zeng's order, Tang Xuanming heaved a sigh of relief and almost sat down on the ground.

In order to achieve the effect of training him, Ge Nie did not let him stay comfortably on the carriage, but left him behind a group of people, carrying food weapons and following behind the carriage.

Most of the Xiang family had horses, and their weapons and food were all in the carriages. Although the marching speed was not fast, it was equivalent to the trotting speed of normal people.

Under such circumstances, it is undoubtedly a huge torture for Tang Xuanming to carry a load of tens of catties and follow the carriage.

"Phew... I'm going to die!"

Tang Xuanming felt that phantoms began to appear in front of his eyes, and his eyes were blurred with sweat, but Ge Nie's majestic and indifferent voice could always ring in his ears when he couldn't hold on anymore.

"Sit cross-legged and practice internal strength. This is the best time."

Tang Xuanming bit his tongue, the severe pain brought him back to his senses, he used his hands to cross his legs with difficulty, the long journey made his legs not like his own, the easy and ordinary movements in the past were for him It was as difficult as reaching the sky, and it was barely completed with the help of both hands.

"Huh...huh..."

I tried my best to adjust my breath. I usually sit in the carriage, and the practice of inner strength and mental method is easy at that time, but in this extremely exhausted situation, I feel like I want to fall asleep as soon as I gather my energy.

"Snapped!"

The wooden sword slapped on Tang Xuanming's back, making him refreshed all at once. He didn't dare to be negligent, held his breath and concentrated, grasped the wakefulness during this extremely short period of time, and completed a round of breathing.

I was exhausted to the limit, but suddenly there was a gentle force blowing all over my limbs, refreshing my spirits.

Tang Xuanming didn't dare to be negligent. He has tried many times these days, and he knows that now is the most critical moment. Once he is negligent, the next cycle is not completed, and he will be exhausted. Breathing out is impossible.

The pain in the muscles the next day would also cause him to collapse.

"One two... Hey!"

The servants of the Xiang family skillfully set up the camp, working together to erect the pole supporting the tent.

A group of people were agile, collecting firewood and drinking water, and those scouts on horseback even went hunting in the wilderness to supplement some meat.

The arduous long-distance trek cannot be supported without corresponding nutrition. Once you get sick and fall behind, you are likely to face death.

In this era, there are no various drugs and antibiotics criticized by later generations. Everything can only be carried by life. Any lack of physical fitness, or some neglect of details may lead to death.

"Grumble!"

After Tang Xuanming finished his breath-adjusting meditation, the water on top of the fire had already boiled, and a group of skilled clay pots took it, blowing it cool with their mouths, and drank it in big gulps.

Seeing that Tang Xuanming had finished meditating, Xiang Liang brought a clay pot over, handed it to Tang Xuanming with a smile on his face, and said, "Drink some hot water, seeing how much sweat you were sweating before, I specially added some water to it. Salt, if there is no salt supplement, the little brother may not be able to run tomorrow."

"Thanks!"

Tang Xuanming was not too polite, took the clay pot and drank it in big gulps. After a long journey, his clothes were already soaked. If he didn't add some salt in time, the days ahead would definitely not be easy.

Xiang Liang laughed boldly, and sat down next to Tang Xuanming with his familiarity. The boiling water on the fire said: "Brother Tang, this idea is really good. Since drinking hot soup every day, not many people get sick with diarrhea Yes, this method is really clever, I don’t know where the little brother learned it from?”

Tang Xuanming didn't know how to explain it.

Do I want to say that this is the principle that everyone knows later?Drinking unboiled water indiscriminately can easily lead to diarrhea and even parasites.

Tang Xuanming, who came from a later generation, just couldn't bear to drink cold water on long-distance raids every day a few days ago, so he made this suggestion.

(End of this chapter)