The night was slightly cold and the wind was cold. In the quiet mountains and forests, a young man with his upper body sat cross-legged.
The black hair danced wildly, and a trace of heat came out of Yan Yin's head. While the blood and energy in his body surged sharply, Yan Yin was circulating the Qingyue Jue that had been practicing for many years, and a trace of true energy was introduced into his body from the world.
Slowly, Yan Yin's blood began to slowly calm down, and the red blood that had been surrounded by him began to be collected into his body.
And the blood vessels that turned red because of the blood rushing in the body began to become crystal clear. Some black water stains appeared faintly on his face, back and body.
The white air above Yan Yin's head was getting more and more powerful. If an outsider did this again, he could even be surprised to find that the white air above Yan Yin's head did not dissipate for a long time. It was not like the ordinary white air, which disappeared when blown by the wind.
The white air above his head became stronger and stronger. Later, it became like a white cloud above Yan Yin's head, very strange.
Finally, the wind around began to grow stronger and began to shave sharply. However, before, it was different from blowing from the mountains to the outside of the mountains, but now it was blowing from the outside of the mountains to the inside of the mountains.
To be precise, it was blowing from the outside of the mountain to Yan Yin.
His body is like a bottomless pit, constantly absorbing endless winds.
These trends are actually the spiritual energy of heaven and earth absorbed by Yan Yin because of his practice of the Qingyue Jue.
Cultivators use the energy of heaven and earth as the guide to motivate the power of the four directions of heaven and earth to strengthen themselves. Martialists use themselves as the basis, strengthening their own strength from their bones and blood. These are two differences, but there is also one similarity, that is, they are all for becoming stronger and gaining the power that ordinary people look up to.
At this time, Yan Yin's body was like a storm, absorbing endless energy from heaven and earth, sweeping across his dantian.
Finally, the wind around slowly calmed down, and the white air above Yan Yin's head also penetrated down into his head at a clearly visible speed.
Opening his eyes, Yan Yin let out a long sigh, slowly stood up, squeezed his fists, and said in a slightly joyful tone, "I didn't expect that one night, I would break through two levels. Not only did I break through from a congenital warrior to a general, but also from a congenital cultivator to a spiritual sage."
Feeling the powerful power coming from his body and the powerful true energy in his dantian, Yan Yin raised his sword eyebrows, "Today's successful breakthrough is entirely due to the accumulation of hard practice in daily life. However, although it has become a little stronger, it is not enough." Looking at the vast starry sky, Yan Yin said in a deep voice, "I have to practice harder. Military generals and spiritual scholars are not what I pursue. I want to be the Martial Saint and Martial God!"
A strong aura erupted from his body, shaking the broken leaves and broken wood around him one after another.
"Gugu..." Just when Yan Yin was in high spirits, his stomach urged Yan Yin unhappily.
After patting his stomach, Yan Yin looked around, "I originally came out to make food, but I forgot about the breakthrough, but now I suddenly feel so hungry." Looking at the dark forest in distress, Yan Yin scratched his head and said to himself, "Where are you going to get food now?"
With his upper body naked, Yan Yin slowly walked into the mountains and forests.
I don't know how long it took, in a low and painful wail, Yan Yin dragged a huge mountain black bear to an empty place and threw it down.
"I didn't expect that after breaking through, the strength would become so great, and the strength of the fist also increased a lot." Yan Yin said to himself, "However, he still couldn't control the change of strength. He beat the black bear with the strength of a congenital warrior to death with one punch."
He picked up some hay and wood in the forest. Yan Yin picked up two stones and ignited them in a short while.
After putting down the hay and wood, Yan Yin dragged two giant trees from the place where he had just practiced boxing, shouted loudly, and fisted frequently and then pressed hard. Suddenly, a giant tree was broken down into many pieces by him.
"I didn't expect that even the fist moves became more powerful after the breakthrough." With his fists clenched, Yan Yin said in a deep voice, "It turns out that as long as you can successfully use the seventh style of Yan's long fist, you will break through to the general. In detail, Dad's Yan's long fist has eighteen styles. If there are six styles and one Kan, then the twelfth style is the eighteenth style of Wuzong, which is the King of Wu."
After a moment of silence, Yan Yin looked at the burning fire in front of him and said, "Isn't that there will be no subsequent practice of boxing after practicing King Wu?" Frowning and thinking for a long time, when the fire in front of him was about to be extinguished, Yan Yin stretched out his hand and threw some broken woods into "Forget it, let's talk about it when I reach the realm of King Wu! It's useless to think about this now."
He burned the fire again and sucked the flames, Yan Yin pulled out a knife from his shoes. This knife was originally Fang Xue's, but she later gave it to Yan Yin.
He used a knife to tear off the fur of the mountain black bear beside him. Yan Yin cut off the head of the black bear and did not peel off the belly of the black bear. Yan Yin started barbecuing like this.
Carefully turning the wooden stick with the black bear, Yan Yin was thinking about what was going on while adding wood.
About midnight, a strong smell of flesh came out, and Yan Yin condensed a trace of invisible true energy in both hands, tearing off the hot and hot bear paw. The true energy condensed from this palm was a unique method for spiritual scholars. It just so happened that Yan Yin broke through to the spiritual scholar tonight, so he could use it.
The black bear that Yan Yin roasted was very large in size. After Yan Yin ate its limbs and most of the meat on his body, he was basically full.
Seeing some left, Yan Yin thought for a moment and threw it into the fire.
Picking up the peeled black bear skin, Yan Yin smiled and said, "This black bear skin is pretty good. You can make two cushions for Xueer and Qing'er so that they can feel comfortable sitting in the carriage."
Putting the black bear skin on his back, Yan Yin looked at the distance and was about to go back when he suddenly stopped walking, "When they go back like this, they can find that I have broken through from the breath of my body, which is not good. When in the Yanyun Mountains, they need to hide their strength when facing the fierce beasts. If they have exposed their strength now, it will be difficult to use their wonderful uses at the critical moment."
Hiding strength not only requires numbness to the enemy, but even those around you need to numbness.
Putting down the black bear skin again, Yan Yin added some new firewood and thought, "Since that's the case, then I might as well practice flying skills!"
Because he broke through to the spiritual sage, Yan Yin could also practice flying skills.
"The true qi is divided into three streams, one is led upward, one is connected internally, and the other is poured into the footsteps to control gravity and direction." Yan Yin pondered slowly, while practicing slowly according to the method.
At the beginning, he was still very unskilled and his body was shaking before he could rise. After practicing for hundreds of times, Yan Yin's body could finally slowly rise to a certain height, but he still could not fly freely in the air.
"Maybe it's because there's less time to practice!" When he landed on the ground, Yan Yin said to himself, "It's still some time before dawn. Please control your body's breath before going back!"
With his limbs stretched, Yan Yin tried hard to restrain his breath and suddenly let go. He loosened and tightened his breath. After practicing for a while, when dawn was approaching, Yan Yin could already restrain his breath by nine points.
Nodded, Yan Yin took the black bear skin and said, "This way, although there are still some small flaws, they can't detect anything. Even if they find out, I can say that it's because of the unstable breath after fighting with the black bear."
He jumped, and with his powerful strength and the skill of the general, Yan Yin was nearly ten feet away from his leap.
When Yan Yin returned to the old woman's yard, it was already dark. He hurriedly used the well in the old woman's yard to lift a few buckets of water, then washed his body, and Yan Yin returned to the carriage and took out a piece of clothes to change it.
After doing all this, Yan Yin washed the black bear skin covered with blood, shook it hard, and almost shook the water. Yan Yin wiped it with his own clothes, and then neatly cut out a larger piece of fur with a knife and folded it in the carriage.
When he heard this, Yan Yin seemed to hear the creaking sound of the wooden door. He hurriedly put away his knife and opened the door quietly. Yan Yin flashed and found a place against the wall, pretending to be sleeping and sat down.
After a while, a slight sound of footsteps sounded inside the house.
Through a trace of light, Yan Yin squinted his eyes and saw Fang Xuezi looking around, and finally looked at Yan Yin.
He hurriedly closed his eyes, and Yan Yin pretended to make a leisurely breathing sound.
"Haha, it turns out that I'm back. I thought I'm not back yet." Listening to Fang Xue's gentle voice walking beside her, Yan Yin quickly adjusted his breathing and closed his eyes soothing and naturally.
"Hey, why are the clothes wet?" Fang Xue gently tapped Yan Yin's head and said, "Get up, you are still pretending to be asleep! Humph..."
Yan Yin knew that Fang Xue had seen through it, and smiled and looked at the delicate face that was so close to him, with a hint of anger on it.
"Xue'er, how do you know I'm not sleeping?" Yan Yin said embarrassedly at Fang Xue.
"Hmph..." Fang Xue snorted lightly, "Your clothes are wet, and they are wearing different clothes from the one I had yesterday. This clothes were folded by me with my own hands the day before yesterday..." With a light cough, Fang Xue said, "These are not important. Tell me, what did you do last night? Did you just come back this morning?"
Looking at Fang Xue who looked angry, Yan Yin knew that she was not really angry, but was just angry that she had not come back to rest early.
He smiled and Yan Yin said, "Xue'er, don't be angry, I'm actually not sleepy. I hit a black bear yesterday, and after I was so roasted, I practiced boxing. Later, I forgot about the time without realizing it, so I came back late."
Fang Xue looked at Yan Yin and sighed, "You! Although you are my younger brother in name, you are our friends. Along the way, we both have received your care. You drive for us along the way and have fewer rest time. If you don't even have a good rest at night, how can you do it?"
Knowing that Fang Xue was concerned about him, Yan Yin felt warm in his heart and nodded seriously, "Xue'er, don't worry, I won't do this before arriving at Southern Academy."
Nodded gently, Fang Xue said lightly, "You take advantage of the time to take a break first. I will talk to Qing'er later. Let's go out later." When Yan Yin was about to open his mouth, Fang Xue said again, "Don't object! You are my brother."
After saying that, he looked at Yan Yin with a cold face, and turned around and left with a snorted lightly.
After watching Fang Xue's back disappear from the door, Yan Yin showed a warm smile on his face, "It feels so comfortable that someone cares about it."
Sitting on the ground and leaning against the wall, Yan Yin fell into a deep sleep in a short while.
Two breakthroughs overnight were also very tired for him.