These days, after Huang Lin listens to Master Liu's lectures every afternoon, he will practice the Huashan Mind Method in the practice room, practice it for a week, and then call it a night.

When he returns to the dormitory at night, he will also carry a Zhou Tian. This is the practice plan he has determined after many attempts.

Any more and your body won't allow it.

Although it is still very shallow now, looking at the increasing internal strength in Dantian, I still feel a full sense of accomplishment.

Tonight was just like usual, he was going to have a Sunday, and Yupan gave him a surprise.

I saw three more figures on the jade plate in my mind.

Two of them are clearly visible. They are the little fat guys Qian Duoduo and Ning Zhongze. Their clothes are no different from those in the daytime. Even their hair and hair are visible. They just stand there with expressionless faces and wooden swords in their hands.

It was motionless, but the other one was so blurry that I couldn't see it clearly.

After thinking about it for a while.

This thing was normal when I practiced last night, but there was a change tonight. It must be the influence of today's daytime.

He had only sparred with Little Fatty and Ning Zhongze today, and it might have been because the jade plate was reflected in them. As for the other vague figure, he also had some guesses.

So he stopped practicing the mental method and began to explore new functions of the golden finger.

When he got close to the little fat man, the figure of the little fat man began to thrust his sword very slowly. After he got out of the way, the little fat man stepped back and stopped, and he was dead.

"Here comes the sword!"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, a sword really came out of thin air.

When he got closer again, the little fat man started to move again. After receiving the move this time, he started practicing slow kung fu just like they had done in the morning.

"It seems like this is a sparring function. It would be nice if the speed was faster. It's so slow and has no effect at all."

Just as he was thinking about it, the expressionless little fat man opposite him swiped his sword with a swish.

Huang Lin hurriedly resisted the little fat man's sword moves.

"Just normal speed, normal speed is fine."

He understood that the reflected figure's sword speed was controlled by his thoughts.

Tested one by one.

Except for the vague figure standing beside him, there was no reaction.

Little Fatty and Ning Zhong both started to throw moves when they got close. If they didn't take the move, they would be stabbed. There would be pain but no wounds.

If you hit them by yourself, their clothes will not be torn, their hairstyle will not be messed up, and the touch will be realistic, but their faces will still be dead and their moves will not change.

You can also adjust the speed, but there is an upper limit. It can only be twice as fast or slow as the normal speed at most. The same is true for the strength.

learn.

After regaining consciousness, he opened his eyes and looked at the little fat man on the bed opposite him. He was still meditating, but his snoring was a little obvious.

Shaking his head, he calmed down and started practicing the mental method.

Only when the internal energy of Dantian is full can the meridians begin to be opened.

In about two hours, the week is full, and the internal energy is a little more.

After finishing the exercise, I saw that the little fat man had got into bed.

After Huang Lin got up and moved for a while, he also began to rest.

Lying on the bed, although he closed his eyes, he was sparring with two figures in his mind.

Having a place to practice swordsmanship where he is not afraid of getting hurt or hurting others is very precious to him now.

Over the course of one night, I went from getting hit frequently, to being awakened by the little fat man at midnight, and I was able to fight back and forth. After overcoming the instinct to avoid the incoming sword, I made rapid progress.

"Brother, you don't look good. Are you sick?"

Seeing that Huang Lin's face was a little pale, the little fat man asked with concern.

"I'm a little sluggish today, but I can still hold on. There's nothing wrong. Let's wash up first. It'll be late."

The weather has gotten warmer, and even in the valley, it's not too cold anymore.

Feeling the cold water on his face, Huang Lin felt a little better.

He had a guess that it might be because he was practicing martial arts in his mind last night. He called the fight with people in his mind a martial arts performance.

In later generations, information was developed, and the novels were even more imaginative. Combining what he had learned now, he could more or less make a guess.

Human beings have essence, energy, and spirit, which are probably qi, blood, inner energy, and mind.

He had been practicing martial arts in his mind last night, and was in a state of sleep, which may have had a bad impact on his mind. His current state was similar to that of his previous life, when he stayed up all night practicing martial arts.

It seems that we need to pay more attention to this aspect in the future.

Arriving at the martial arts arena, Huang Lin saw no one on the stage, so he practiced the Huashan Sword Technique alone like everyone else.

He was much more proficient in using these sword moves today, and the linkage of the moves was smoother.

He was so focused on his sword moves that he didn't notice the envious look on the little fat man's face next to him.

In the eyes of the little fat man, Huang Lin's sword moves looked particularly good today, but he couldn't explain how good they looked, and he didn't even notice when he stopped.

"Junior Brother Qian, your saliva is flowing out."

Huang Lin couldn't practice anymore when he saw the little fat man standing next to him and staring at him.

Seeing that he actually wiped his mouth, he couldn't help but laugh and said:

"Junior brother Qian, what's the big deal? No matter how handsome I am, your senior brother, you don't have to stare at me all the time, right?"

"No, no. Senior Brother Huang, I just saw that you used the sword today. It looked very beautiful, as if you had come to life. I was fascinated by it just watching it."

The little fat man was also a little embarrassed.

"Then you have to practice more to be as handsome as me. Okay, you can practice by yourself. I'm going to go on stage."

Seeing that Yu Qingjie had arrived, he walked straight to the stage.

"Tang Bukai, Ai Bubing, you two are patrolling below."

After Yu Qingjie finished speaking, he turned to look at Huang Lining, Zhongze and the others.

"You two are sparring on the stage."

"start!"

"Junior sister Ning, please!"

Ningzhong still starts with "green pines to welcome guests".

Huang Lin casually used the move "White Clouds Come Out of Xiu".

"Pa"

Ning Zhong stared blankly at his own wooden sword on the ground.

"This stinky Huang Lin, why don't you follow the routine and compete with the same sect? Didn't you first use 'green pines to welcome guests' and 'green mountains are hidden' to show your friendship?"

"It was fine yesterday, but you deliberately wanted to embarrass me today, right?"

Her face turned blue and white as she thought.

Huang Lin knocked down Ning Zhongze's sword before he came to his senses. He practiced all night last night, it was just a habit.

Seeing Uncle Yu's eyes glance over, he ran over and picked up Ning Zhongze's wooden sword and handed it back.

"I'm sorry, Junior Sister Ning, I was temporarily distracted because of my brother, let's come back again."

With Yu Qingjie on the side, Ning Zhongze did not dare to be presumptuous. He glanced at Huang Lin and took the wooden sword that was handed to him.

The next exercises will be much smoother.

It's just that Huang Lin's sword wielding today was a little sharper and much more flexible than yesterday, which made Ning Zhongze occasionally get a little messy. After Huang Lin reacted, he restrained himself in time, and there was no further embarrassment.

Yu Qingjie, on the other hand, nodded from time to time while watching.

At the end, Yu Qingjie also asked them their names and encouraged them respectively.

After Huang Lin's sword skills and mental skills were on the right track.

Except for the first month when I went to the stage to practice with Ning Zhongze in the morning, I never went there again on the grounds that practicing alone made progress faster. In the afternoon, I also went less and less to the mental training in the practice room, and often just

Meditating in the dormitory...

When Yu Qingjie and Liu Qingsheng saw his rapid progress, they followed him.

Huashan's mental method is stable, but it is really slow. It takes nearly two hours per week.

He then adjusted his training time.

Get up at Mao and practice sword practice.

After having breakfast at Maozheng, I went back to the dormitory to meditate and practice my mind. After a week, it was just time for dinner.

Then take a walk to a secluded corner to practice your sword.

Practice the mental method for another week in the afternoon.
To be continued...