Mo Linfeng felt this light and released the pocket-small sword in his hand. The swaying perception unconsciously touched the falling sword.

Since the distance between time and time is released and the ground is very short, the perceived feeling time is extremely short. Mo Linfeng has not yet truly felt the core of the small sword, but it has ended.

The time for feeling is too short, which means it has ended before it even begins. Mo Linfeng's perception has been urging, and he has not even felt the feeling, let alone letting him re-enable his feelings. For him at the current stage, it is even more impossible for him to succeed.

It took him a certain amount of time to activate his perception, and this period was enough to make the little sword fall to the ground, which means that he had just begun and ended.

Although Mo Linfeng felt like he was flying in the air, if according to the understanding, only by letting this feeling on his body feel without the small sword, it would be impossible to succeed.

To succeed, you must make the small sword exactly the same as the perceived rhythm, so that there is a great possibility.

After trying it a few times, he still couldn't succeed. Mo Linfeng suddenly realized that the method might be wrong, and he couldn't do this even if he felt the rhythm of the little sword.

Just like the raindrops keep falling, from the air to the ground is just a free fall process, and the traces that can be found can only be found when they fall to the ground and produce sound.

The most primitive state of rain is absolutely impossible to directly form water. First, it must be able to float in the air and require extremely light density. Secondly, after continuous accumulation, precipitation gradually occurs and falls one after another.

Every raindrop will form a unique pattern, but it sounds like there is something to do with the sound, it is nothing more than a connection between thousands of raindrops during the fall.

There are connections between everything in this world. It may be the same matter or different matters. It may not necessarily be exactly the same to have connections, or it may be possible that even a scattered matters may have connections.

Then, if you treat the small sword as a raindrop, you must first figure out its initial form. You can only treat that as a medium, feel the existence of this medium, build the connection between the two, and reach a certain balance point.

Let the pocket sword float up, it is simple and difficult to say, but if two different media really need to be truly connected, they must be coordinated and unified inside and outside.

The external key is quite simple. The real difficulty is the internal connection. What Mo Linfeng needs to do is this step.

"It is possible to float, but it is not necessary to let the small sword float fall from the air to the ground. This time is too short and it is too late, so I can first sense the core of the sword from the inside, and then control the sword to fly, so as to achieve what I want to achieve."

Mo Linfeng muttered in a low voice.

"The so-called perception source should be this feeling. As long as you can feel the initial form of the small sword and remember this form firmly, you may be able to sense it with perception."

Thinking of these practices, Mo Linfeng immediately began to try it, sat cross-legged on the ground, hugged the small sword in front of his chest, closed his eyes to activate perception, and felt it.

The old man surnamed Zhang still leisurely picked up the teacup and savored it carefully. As the raindrops poured down one after another, it was like smoke. The pavilion seemed to be blurred and faintly submerged in the rain.

In fact, this small pavilion is also a low-level spiritual weapon, with no offensive uses and no so-called protection methods, which can be said to be quite useless.

However, it can also become a low-level spiritual weapon, and it must have its own special purpose, otherwise it will not be rated as a low-level spiritual weapon.

The real purpose of this pavilion can only be displayed in the rain. As long as you stay in the area of ​​this pavilion and give a little hint, you can remember it instantly.

In other words, this small pavilion can secretly improve people's understanding.

"Well, it seems that you have a clear direction now and will not be bothered anymore. You should have a good understanding. You should be more ethereal now than ever before."

The old man surnamed Zhang looked at Mo Linfeng sitting cross-legged, picked up the wine glass and savored it lightly. The strong fragrance of tea echoed in his mouth.

It seemed as if Mo Linfeng activated his perception and feeling the core of the pocket sword, but it seemed to have nothing to do with the old man surnamed Zhang, and he was still doing what he should do.

After all, in the eyes of the old man surnamed Zhang, cultivation is only Mo Linfeng's own business. He would not help at all except when necessary.

Not to mention that the old man surnamed Zhang is too ruthless, he just did not provide help to Mo Linfeng through cultivation, just to make Mo Linfeng realize that if he leaves him in the future, there will definitely be very few people who can help, and he must learn to face it independently.

Since we came to this world, people are lonely. During the process, they meet all kinds of people. Whether they are helping or hurting, they are all for urging people to grow up.

And the person who is most important in life who has gone through life is just a physiological need. If you remove this aspect, you are a lonely existence.

Mo Linfeng sat cross-legged, slowly moving his perception, and the light blue slowly surrounds around, hiding in the haze, and it is extremely interesting to see each other.

The pocket sword surrounding his chest swayed slightly under the urging of this perception, as if responding to Mo Linfeng's call, but although it trembled, it did not jump into the air.

"The material of the small sword is made of ordinary iron. After high temperature calcination, the clear texture is obviously traced by the burning of fire. So what was the shape before the burning of fire..."

Perception constantly penetrated into the interior of the pocket sword, and all kinds of inconspicuous details came to my mind at this time. Various special patterns and various intricate textures all showed that the hammers and beats had been ripped before forming.

Mo Linfeng knew that this was not the best choice he wanted, because the initial form of this small sword was not the forging process.

So, what was the form before the forging of the pocket sword? Mo Linfeng is still looking for it.

The perception became deeper and deeper into the Xiaojian. The surroundings of the Xiaojian had quietly shrouded a light blue color, and the surrounding traces of movement were somewhat similar to Mo Linfeng's own aura.

It seems that the deep connection is constantly building connections.

The trembling of the pocket sword is getting more and more powerful, and it may rush into the air at any time and circle continuously. In Mo Linfeng's mind, a vague outline gradually becomes clearer.

It was a stone that was constantly shining with crystal light in the sun. Although it didn't look completely clear, Mo Linfeng guessed that it should be the initial form of the small sword.

Yes, that is a piece of iron ore mixed with various impurities.

"This should be the most primitive state..."

The trembling of the little sword became stronger and stronger. Finally, he couldn't hold on and flew into the air, and the sound of swords kept ringing.

That's right, Mo Linfeng succeeded...
Chapter completed!