Yang Ji cheered up, stared at the fist in the painting, and began to study it inch by inch. Fingers, nails, pores... Yang Ji never missed any of these details.
When Yang Ji focused his eyes on the thick ink in the center of this fist, whether it was man-made or unintentional, something changed suddenly——
"Um?"
Yang Ji's eyes were dazed for a moment, and then the fist in the painting seemed to come alive, bursting out of the paper, expanding and expanding in Yang Ji's field of vision...
Yang Ji's heart was buzzing, and all his thoughts seemed to be attracted by this rough fist shadow, and he could no longer look away.
It felt like a moment had passed, and it seemed like countless long centuries had passed. Yang Ji was shocked. He finally escaped from that strange state. His whole body felt tired as never before, and even his eyelids seemed to be tired.
I can't open it anymore.
"It hurts……"
When Yang Ji came back to his senses, he felt like there were needles in his head, as if all his energy had been exhausted. He was sweating profusely, breathing heavily, and the light in his eyes changed.
Before his eyes, the picture scroll returned to normal, but in Yang Ji's eyes everything was completely different.
"It turns out that the secret of the unity of fist and mind is hidden in the center of the scroll."
Yang Ji lowered his head and carefully recalled the experience just now. It felt like his soul was being sucked in. Yang Ji had never experienced such a weird thing since he started practicing martial arts.
He looked at the oil lamp next to him and saw that the wick had only burned a little. Obviously, although it seemed to him that a long time had passed, in reality only a small amount of time had passed.
Hiss!
Xiao Ji slipped down from the window lattice and swam all the way to Yang Ji's feet. He looked at Yang Ji sweating profusely with a concerned look on his face, as if saying "What's wrong with you?".
It couldn't see anything special about this scroll. After seeing it for a while, Yang Ji suddenly turned pale and was sweating profusely.
"Don't worry, I'm fine."
Yang Ji gently stroked Xiao Ji's head and smiled. Although he felt tired, his heart was filled with satisfaction that he had never felt before.
Although Yang Ji has not yet understood the secret of the unity of fist and mind, and Yang Ji has not yet reached the martial arts realm, at least Yang Ji already knows the way forward.
There was silence in the room. Yang Ji closed his eyes and leaned against the leg of the table to rest his mind silently. After about half an hour, Yang Ji felt that he had almost recovered. Then he opened his eyes and began to comprehend "the unity of fist and mind".
picture".
This time, Yang Ji gained experience and concentrated his attention, staring directly at the pinhole-sized, inconspicuous little black dot on the "fist" in the center of the scroll.
"Buzz!"
There was a roar in Yang Ji's mind, and then he experienced the previous feeling again. Only this time, the feeling was clearer and clearer.
A rough, masculine aura hit his face, and it was no longer an ordinary picture in front of him. Yang Ji seemed to be in another world. Huge fists filled the world, oppressing him, and his whole body seemed to be shattered to pieces.
The mental power is consumed rapidly like water from a floodgate, and every moment changes exponentially. The "world" in the eyes quickly blurs, as if it is about to break away from this artistic conception at any time.
"Hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer..."
Yang Ji tried his best to "open" his eyes wide, trying to delay a little more time, and delay a little more time, so that he could understand some of the secrets of the "Martial Arts Realm" from this "iron fist".
Yang Ji had a feeling that as long as he persisted for a long time, he would be able to understand the martial arts secrets in the scroll.
His mental strength is getting weaker and weaker, but Yang Ji is still persisting. The "world" in the painting is becoming blurred and distorted, and it is almost impossible to see clearly. Yang Ji is still persisting.
A severe dizziness came from his mind, and Yang Ji felt that he had reached his limit...
"boom!"
The expected moment arrived as scheduled, and Yang Ji's mind roared, completely breaking away from that strange world.
"ah!--"
Yang Ji cried out in pain, fell down, put his hands on the ground, and gasped for air.
This time, he was exhausted and the situation was much more serious than last time. Yang Ji felt as if his head was about to split.
"Failed, still failed..."
Yang Ji couldn't help but feel a burst of disappointment in his eyes. His chest heaved, and large drops of sweat fell from his forehead to the ground. Compared to the pain in his head, Yang Ji was more concerned about the results of studying the scroll this time.
Yang Ji felt that he had almost reached the limit of what he could persist, but the expected limit did not appear. From this painting, Yang Ji did not understand any secret of "unity of fist and intention".
"Am I really not talented enough..."
Yang Ji thought of the countless disciples who failed in the "Zhenwu Hall" and returned without success. From one experience, many things can be seen. Not everyone who obtains the "Unity of Fist and Intent" can achieve it.
In the martial arts realm.
Just taking the first step doesn’t mean final success!
Countless people have proven this in the past. There are many, many people who have never stopped before this level. Among them are many potential disciples like him who consider themselves talented.
Time is running out, and under such circumstances, Yang Ji has no confidence that he can reach the martial arts realm in the remaining few months.
Yang Ji is not a person who will give up easily, but the "imperial examination" in a few months is really important to him.
If he misses the first martial arts examination, a few months later, the "big lady" can expel him from the clan in front of everyone. And even if he passes the second martial arts examination in high school three years later, it will have no meaning.
.
A "Wu Tongsheng" as old as "nineteen years old" is destined to be mediocre and have no future at all.
Yang Ji endured the humiliation for more than eight years, and this was definitely not the result he wanted.
Because he cared too much, Yang Ji became so shocked. He couldn't afford to lose in this matter!
"Buzz!"
Just when Yang Ji was feeling depressed, a sudden change occurred, and the center of his brow suddenly jumped. A cool, but very comfortable energy emitted and surged throughout his body.
In just a blink of an eye, all the pain in Yang Ji's mind disappeared, along with the exhaustion from exhaustion.
Yang Ji's whole person seemed to be back to his original state.
"This is...that stone!"
Yang Ji was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized what he was doing, feeling surprised and happy at the same time.
The strange stone, or rather a meteorite, that Yang Erniu got that day had a strange change in Yang Ji's body, and then it lurked and never appeared again. Yang Ji could only vaguely feel that it seemed to be lurking between his eyebrows.
After such a long time, Yang Ji had almost forgotten about it. He didn't expect that he would feel its existence again at this time.
This is an unexpected surprise.
"You don't know what the stone that Yang Erniu picked up was?"
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
After such a long time, Yang Ji is still almost ignorant of this "meteorite". Now he can only hide it through his own situation. This "meteorite" seems to contain spiritual energy, which can replenish people's spiritual strength.
.
"I have consumed a lot of energy before, but nothing happened. Does it have to be like the second time, when the energy is completely exhausted before it can be infused with energy?"
Yang Ji secretly guessed.
In order to confirm his suspicion, Yang Ji once again began to comprehend the "Unity of Fist and Intention".
"boom!"
There was a buzzing in my head, and that familiar feeling appeared again...
After a long time, Yang Ji let out a long breath and got rid of that strange feeling. This time, Yang Ji extended it for another period of time.
Sure enough, when Yang Ji's energy was exhausted, his eyebrows moved, and the icy cold feeling appeared again, smoothing away the stinging pain in Yang Ji's mind one by one.
In just a moment, Yang Ji was refreshed, his eyes were bright, and his whole body was back to its original state. All fatigue was swept away, and even his mental strength slightly increased.
"As expected."
Yang Ji confirmed the characteristics of the energy in the eyebrow center, and his energy suddenly became high. With the help of the strange energy in the eyebrow center, Yang Ji became more confident in understanding the "unity of fist and mind".
The feeling of being drained of energy and having a splitting headache is so painful that it takes more than half an hour every time. Even Yang Ji doesn't want to experience it too much.
However, with the help of that refreshing and cool energy, everything is completely different.
"His!"
Yang Ji took a deep breath and immediately devoted himself to the study of the "Unity of Fist and Intention Diagram". Every time he was exhausted, he devoted himself to it again, again and again, tirelessly...
Time passed day by day, and although Yang Ji had not yet fully understood the "Unity of Fist and Intent", he gained new insights every time. Moreover, Yang Ji could feel that every time his mental power was completely exhausted, he would have to start again.
After recovery, my mental strength has increased to a certain extent, and the time I can persist in comprehending the scrolls is getting longer and longer...
…………
"Is there anything happening in Yang Ji recently?"
In the hinterland hall of the Yang clan, the eldest lady held a cup of tea in her hand without raising her head.
"No. According to your instructions, madam, as long as Yang Ji appears at the entrance and exit, he will report to you if he wants to enter the Zhenwu Hall. However, this has not happened yet. It seems that he has not reached the breathing level of ten.
part."
A guard in brocade robes said, bending his body and looking respectful.
"Um."
The eldest lady nodded and agreed:
"Theoretically, he shouldn't be able to reach the tenth stage of breathing so quickly. However, we have to be careful. This little beast is extremely deep. He can quietly reach the eighth stage of breathing within a few months, so he may not be able to break through quickly.
To the tenth stage of breathing. Anyway, keep an eye on him strictly."
"In addition, Zhenwutang will deploy six more guards to double the defense, and there will be no mistakes. Only in the last few months, I would rather kill the chicken with a knife than hear any unexpected news.
If something really happens, just bring your head to see me."
At the end of the sentence, the eldest lady looked solemn.