Chapter 57 Rhythm and Spiritual Strengthening

After Zhuang Hong listened carefully to Yin Zizhong's "Song of Forgetting the Wind", he immediately understood how Yin Zizhong exercised his mental power.

This mental training method is different from what Zhuang Hong knows. It is a mental training method with music as its core.

The practice process is also very simple, which is to play the melody of "Song of Forgetting the Wind" repeatedly in the sea of ​​consciousness while entering a state of concentration.

As long as you play a complete round of music in a meditative state, you have completed a spiritual practice, which will increase your spiritual power.

Over time, you can achieve the goal of exercising your mental strength.

It's just that Zhuang Hong has never heard of this kind of musical mental training method.

In his opinion, isn’t exercising mental power all a matter of ‘visualization’?

After repeatedly confirming the details of the exercise method with Yin Zizhong, he sat cross-legged on the ground, followed the method taught by Yin Zizhong, quickly fell into concentration, and tried to practice.

As soon as he entered concentration, Zhuang Hong entered his sea of ​​consciousness and saw the extremely dazzling 'magic lamp' in the sea of ​​consciousness.

This round of 'magic lamp' is bigger than when the secret knowledge was just opened.

Every time Zhuang Hong swallows a void spirit, the magic lamp will grow bigger. According to this trend, it will get bigger and bigger in the future.

"Spread out, spread out! This person has ember disease, don't get close!"

This is a development that Zhuang Hong never thought of.

The corner of Zhuang Hong's mouth twitched: "Be confident, young man, you are the genius, I just have a special constitution. Also, you can't learn my spells."

"I'll lend you this sword for fun. You can try it. If you can learn it, I'll lose."

Zhuang Hong nodded: "You understand that right. My abilities can indeed be regarded as innate. But if one day I fully understand the nature of the operation of these abilities, I may be able to teach you. Now, I don't know how to teach you."

Two days later, the two of them arrived at the gate of Sanbao Town, the nearest village to Wangfeng Village.

However, based on Zhuang Hong's understanding of the practice theory, he believes that it is feasible to start practice two years in advance. As long as some practice taboos are observed, there will be no problem.

Upon hearing this, Yin Zizhong stopped what he was doing, took a long breath, walked to Zhuang Hong and sat down.

"My mental power has indeed become stronger. No, it's not that I have become stronger. To be precise, my mental power has become more concentrated!"

The body of a fourteen-year-old boy has not yet fully formed. Once he rashly engages in martial arts practice, it can easily interrupt the body's natural development and cause irreversible consequences.

Zhuang Hongjian thought for a while and said: "If you really want to learn some powerful skills... I do have a martial arts practice here, but I don't know if you can learn it with your physique."

Yin Zizhong's eyes were shining brightly under the flickering firelight: "Master, just teach me, I believe I can learn it."

As the melody rose and fell, the huge magic lamp floating in the sea of ​​Zhuang Hong's consciousness also began to tremble, and finally reached a consistent rhythm with the reverberating melody.

Zhuang Hong picked up his backpack and sword case, kicked Xiao Bai awake, and continued moving forward.

Zhuang Hong: "It's precisely because I don't know how to teach you that I say you can't learn it."

Yin Zizhong: "This...??? You can't teach the skills you know? This is impossible!"

…

Zhuang Hong became inexplicably excited at the thought of learning another special technique.

At this time, several guards armed with bows and arrows surrounded the old man, and then took turns shooting. The sick old man was soon shot to death, and someone else tied the body with a noose and pulled it away.

Only a thin old man was left lying on the ground, begging bitterly, wanting to go to the city to beg for a meal.

When mental power becomes condensed, it means that stronger power can be erupted, just like the difference between ordinary running water and a high-pressure water gun.

Zhuang Hong couldn't help but ask: "Do you have any new insights?"

When Yin Zizhong saw Zhuang Hong waking up, he came up curiously and asked: "Master, how do you feel? Can you adjust the music in the sea of ​​consciousness?"

When Yin Zizhong heard that Zhuang Hong wanted to teach him the art of cultivation, he was extremely surprised: "Master, just teach me. Whether I can learn it or not depends on me."

Suddenly, Zhuang Hong had a clear realization: Maybe the mental power training methods in this world are actually used to condense and disperse mental power.

Zhuang Hong has been thinking about several issues during this time.

Yin Zizhong blinked and suddenly realized: "Are you saying that your magic is innate and cannot be taught?"

"Why is it impossible? For example, you can blink, but most fish can't. Can you teach fish to blink?"

Seeing this, Zhuang Hong stopped caring about him and told Xiao Bai to be on guard, then find a place to squint his eyes and rest for a while.

Zhuang Hong believed that Yin Zizhong was an out-and-out genius to a certain extent. The reason why he let him try was actually because he had some luck in mind: What if Yin Zizhong really controlled the blade to fly with his own ability?

Woolen cloth?

Soon, an inexplicable melody echoed in Zhuang Hong's sea of ​​consciousness. It was soft and quiet at first, then gradually rose and fell, becoming light and lively, then vigorous and high-pitched, and then suddenly tactful and crisp...

"Please show me the flying sword once, and I'll see for myself!"

"I haven't realized much yet, but it won't be easy if I think about it, and I'm not in a hurry."

When the thirty or so people who were originally surrounding the city gate heard this, they immediately dispersed.

Zhuang Hong couldn't help but marvel: "The beast trainers in this world are so talented. They can actually think of using music to condense and strengthen their mental power, and then use the 'Sword Beast Steel Seal' condensed with mental power to control the beasts. So, the Beast Tamer"

What does the steel seal look like?"

"Is it weird?"

Yin Zizhong's eyes widened in vain: "Can you complete a round of practice for the first time?"

In this infinite space, nothing is impossible.

Zhuang Hong nodded and said: "The effect is very good, I have completed a round of practice."

For example, if technology from other worlds is brought to another world, what impact will it have? Is such an impact good or bad?

For example, can humans from different worlds learn the techniques and techniques of other worlds?

Yin Zizhong murmured to himself: "It took me three attempts to complete the first round of practice. Just because of this, the old man said that I was a genius that is rare in a century. It is really amazing that the master can become my most important guide.

character!"

"Okay, let's talk as we walk. I'll first tell you what warrior practice is and what body secrets are."

Therefore, you must practice strictly according to what I said, and you are not allowed to have your own ideas until you are sixteen years old.

When Zhuang Hong opened his eyes from trance, he immediately noticed the difference.

No matter what, the bigger the better...

Zhuang Hongdao: "Normally speaking, martial arts practice begins after the age of sixteen, and you are only fourteen now. Some practice taboos are particularly important to you. Practicing indiscriminately will only damage the foundation of your life.

You have to try these questions eventually to know the answers.

Moreover, without my permission, the martial arts practice cannot be taught to others.

Can it be done?”

Zhuang Hong withdrew his eyes from the magic lamp, focused all his thoughts, and began to try to tune the melody of "Song of Forgetting the Wind".

The most important thing is that Zhuang Hong is confident that he will be able to clean up the mess when any bad emergencies occur.

But now he happened to meet Yin Zizhong who was eager to learn, so he planned to give it a try on Yin Zizhong.

What Zhuang Hong didn't expect was that Yin Zizhong practiced this exercise until dawn the next day, and after staying up all night, he was still in high spirits and did not look sleepy at all.

Yin Zizhong's childish face was full of seriousness, and he nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

Yin Zizhong explained on the side: "This is to check whether anyone is infected with Ash Disease. Ash Disease usually first attacks people's neck, arms and stomach. If there are no abnormalities in these three places, you can enter the city smoothly. If it is in these parts

Ashes disease was discovered..."

He believed that Yin Zizhong was not the kind of person who liked to make casual jokes about himself.

However, he didn't notice anything strange about the magic lamp. Instead, it became active and his mental power became clear.

…

Apparently, this old man contracted the ash disease that everyone feared.

At this time, thirty or forty old people were crowded outside the city gate waiting to enter the city, while ten guards were guarding the door to check everyone who entered the city.

Before Yin Zizhong finished speaking, the guards shouted from the direction of the city gate.

Zhuang Hong doesn't know what the final magic lantern will look like.

"..."

As he spoke, he was full of fighting spirit: "Master, when are you going to start teaching me spells? I can't wait."

On the neck that was covered by the collar, ash-like patches were vaguely visible.

Zhuang Hong did not refuse, and with a casual gesture, the sword box placed aside was opened immediately, and a white light flew out from the sword box, hovering in mid-air, and finally hovering in front of Yin Zizhong.

Not only are all the items in the package required to be turned inside out, but the neck, arms and belly are also required to be exposed to check for any abnormalities on the body.

If Yin Zizhong really does it, he might be able to learn new mental power utilization techniques from Yin Zizhong...

"Thank you, Master!" Yin Zizhong stretched out his hands to take the sword in surprise, then imitated Zhuang Hong and tried it on his own.

The magic lamp just rises and falls with the music, like a 500-pound child dancing in a bar.

I don't know how long it took, but the first round of "Song of Forgetting the Wind" was played, and Zhuang Hong's sea of ​​consciousness slowly returned to calm.

After quietly watching what happened at the city gate, Yin Zizhong continued: "If someone is found to be sick, he will be killed and buried..."

There was an indescribable indifference in his tone, and there was also a trace of anger hidden inside.

But those bright eyes became more determined.

As for Zhuang Hong, he still doesn't know how to eradicate this kind of ashes with the aura of space.
Chapter completed!