Chapter 331: Comprehend the 'Hundred Ghosts at Night' again
The theory of the Nongsang Ancient Cave involves the Zhou Dynasty thousands of years ago. It is too long ago, and these illusory things cannot be taken seriously. [At least, Mr. Chen did not succeed until his death.
In their opinion, instead of caring about those illusory things, they should actually care about this year's farmland and water conservancy.
This disaster in the underworld still caused a lot of losses. Those evil spirits, yakshas, and rakshasas would not be able to escape just because there were seedlings in the fields. Many acres of fields were destroyed.
But fortunately, it’s still not too late if I need to make up for it.
This is the top priority. As for the newly appointed Nongsang Sicheng, everyone knows that it is just a superficial process.
Too young!
"Then, I'd like to trouble you, adults."
Yang Ji smiled and didn't explain too much. This visit was really just a formality. Although he held the position of Nongsang Sicheng, he was actually here to learn.
The real agricultural, mulberry and water conservancy depends on the responsibility of a few officials in front of us.
"Then sir, let's retreat."
The two of them bowed.
"Um."
Yang Ji nodded, but tapped his index finger on the table, determined to pay attention. If there is such a Nongsang ancient library, he must try to find it.
The two officials quickly resigned and left. Yang Ji carefully folded all the drawings on the table one by one, preparing to check them later.
After sending away two Nongsang Water Conservancy officials, Yang Ji inspected the entire Nongsang Division Yamen alone and nodded with satisfaction:
"It's very good. It's very secluded, just right for me to practice."
The reason why Yang Ji moved to Nongsangsi Yamen was that it was quiet. There were so many people coming and going in the inn, so it was a bit inconvenient to practice.
After getting the money, he summoned a few people to clean up Nongsangsi. Yang Ji then lived alone in Nongsangsi Yamen.
Life in the Nongsang Division was very leisurely, and everything was handled by the officials of the Nongsang Division. Before Yang Ji was promoted to Nongsang Sicheng, they had taken care of the entire county in order, so Yang Ji did not bother him after he took office.
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In addition to listening to reports from some officials of the Nongsang Department every day and understanding some affairs of the Nongsang Department, Yang Ji basically focused on training.
Evolving from the Blood Furnace to the higher-level Blood Essence Bronze Furnace cannot be accomplished overnight. It is a gradual and subtle process.
Yang Ji stayed in the yamen and tempered his blood every day. This was a very boring and repetitive process. However, Yang Ji knew that tall buildings started from the ground, so he was not impatient and moved forward step by step.
Time passed slowly, Yang Ji made progress every day, and his strength steadily increased. And order in Langya City was slowly restored.
The army sets out early every morning. Passing through the city gate in the thick fog, galloping in all directions, encircling and suppressing the remaining evil spirits, yakshas, and rakshasas, and at the same time burning corpses in the wild to avoid the plague.
Everything went in an orderly manner and slowly returned to the situation before the disaster in the underworld.
The newly appointed general Langya of the imperial court has not arrived yet, and Yang Ji has not paid attention to him. All his heart is focused on attacking the seventh level of martial arts, Wuzong realm.
"Crash!"
Lines of dragon-like blood light meandered back and forth in the darkness, shuttled back and forth erratically, and circled in the void. Finally, they returned to the place where the blood light burst out and disappeared.
Round and round. Round and round, round and round.
"Buzz!"
I don't know how long it took, but Yang Ji finally opened his eyes from the darkness. Two rays of light flashed in the sky, showing a slight hint of exhaustion.
"Another day, one step closer to the realm of Wuzong."
Yang Ji raised his head. He moved his hands and feet, and a crackling sound immediately came from his body. After practicing all night, Yang Ji felt that his strength had increased a lot compared to yesterday.
The great Asura power stored in the body is constantly being digested and absorbed, and Yang Ji is making progress every day. This period can be said to be the period when Yang Ji is making the fastest progress.
"Buzz!"
Yang Ji's mind moved. He restrained himself and sank to his Dantian. He immediately saw a huge "cauld furnace" slowly rotating in the Dantian blood sea like volcanic lava. The cauldron was rotating like a volcano.
Torrents of magma erupted outward.
This is now the Blood Furnace.
Looking at the growing furnace of blood, Yang Ji was filled with joy. Compared with more than ten days ago, the furnace of blood was obviously much stronger, and looked denser and stronger.
Just like a loose earth-timber house transformed into a solid brick and tile house, this blood furnace is on the road to evolving into an Essence Blood Bronze Furnace.
"If we keep this pace, before we set out to enter the Zhou Mansion, we should be able to evolve into the Blood Essence Copper Furnace and become a Martial Sect."
Yang Ji secretly thought, feeling that every cell in his body was stretching with excitement.
This year's martial arts examination in Zhoufu is bound to be a battle between dragons and tigers, but Yang Ji is confident that after absorbing the essence and blood of the Great Asura, no matter whether the opponent is a noble family or a wealthy family, he will not lose to them.
Yang Ji could feel that the muscles, bones, skin, and flesh in his body were extremely dense and tough, as if they were made of steel. It was difficult for even a needle to penetrate, let alone a knife or a gun.
The cells in the limbs and every part of the body are like burning flames, containing majestic energy. As long as you think about it, the energy in these flesh and blood cells will roar out, erupting like a volcano.
And in the blood vessels, the blood slowly changes from liquid to solid, with the potential to change into iron sand!
This is an extremely powerful feeling, which makes people unable to help but feel deeply intoxicated.
Yang Ji knew clearly that this was the feeling of Wuzong. Although he had not yet reached this realm, he had already felt the overwhelming power of this realm in advance.
After resting for a while, Yang Ji once again stirred up the magma-like blood in his body, one small Zhoutian, two small Zhoutian, three small Zhoutian... It was very easy at the beginning, but later on,
That feeling of exhaustion came to my heart again, my mental energy was being consumed faster and faster, and the speed of blood plasma flowing through my body gradually slowed down.
With each additional little week, the blood became heavier and the rushing blood gradually slowed down. In the end, Yang Ji even felt like a young boy pushing a large cart that was overwhelmed and struggling to move forward.
One small Zhoutian, two small Zhoutian, three small Zhoutian...
After persisting for ten more days, Yang Ji was finally exhausted and stopped. He opened his eyes and leaned against the mottled red lacquer pillar inside the Yamen, panting.
Six hours last night. Plus one hour this morning, a total of seven hours. Yang Jibu felt that his physical strength was completely exhausted.
——The blood is too heavy!
At the beginning, Yang Ji could endlessly destroy Xiao Zhoutian and continuously increase his strength. But as the muscles, skin, bones, and flesh were greatly strengthened, the blood in the body became denser and denser, and the energy became more and more intense.
It's getting bigger and bigger, and each particle is getting heavier and heavier.
From blood like pulp, to blood of lead and mercury, to blood of Wuzong realm turning into sand..., every time Yang Ji's strength increases, the blood in his body becomes heavier.
Yang Ji's training is actually making the blood in his body heavier and heavier, making it harder and harder to drive!
In fact, this is causing Yang Ji to continue to reduce the time and frequency of running Xiao Zhoutian.
It used to be able to run non-stop for twelve hours, but then it was reduced to nine hours, then eight hours, and now seven hours... Yang Ji now even needs to take a break midway before he can continue.
Yang Ji now has a premonition that when the blood in his body finally turns into heavy grains of iron sand, he may not be able to drive the blood in his body at all.
"We must find a way to practice more powerful transportation methods!"
Yang Ji let go of his hands and feet, sat cross-legged on the ground, supported his chin with one hand, and thought silently. The turning of blood and energy into sand in the Wuzong realm is just the beginning. There are also the Great Wuzong, Wuzun and Martial Saint.
Their blood is even denser and heavier, like gold and iron. Without strong power, it is impossible to destroy such a powerful grade of blood.
I didn't feel that it was basically enough before, but in the future, the blood energy became denser and heavier. If there was no special way to move the blood energy, it would be like now.
It will be very tiring and you will need to take a break in between.
"Perhaps, we can practice the picture of the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk of the Skeleton Ghost King."
Countless thoughts flashed through Yang Ji's mind in an instant, and finally they settled on the treasure map captured from the ground of Wanfenling. The "Hundred Ghosts Night Journey Map" contains an intermediate method of transporting energy and blood, and only this level of power*
*The martial arts talent will drive the iron-sand-like spirit of Wuzong in the future.
"The crowds in Langya City are bustling. It is not a suitable place to practice this kind of method. It seems that I have to go outside the city."
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
"The Night Walk of One Hundred Ghosts" uses the thoughts of one hundred ghosts to drive the movement of blood energy, and it has nothing to do with the evil path. However, just like the word "one hundred ghosts", when this sect is operating, there must be some gloomy yin energy.
In the eyes of ordinary people, they will inevitably have random thoughts and cause unnecessary troubles. Now that I am working in Nongsang Sicheng, I still have to avoid this kind of public place.
After renting a carriage and driving out of the city gate, a little further away from Langya City, Yang Ji suddenly left the main road and quickly entered the woods on the top of a mountain with lush trees.
After cutting down a circle of trees on the top of the mountain to create a clearing, Yang Ji made wooden stakes from the remaining trees and inserted them around the clearing to form a large fence to obscure the view.
After doing all this, a preliminary practice site is considered a success.
Wow!
Yang Ji unfolded the folded sutra painting, and in the blink of an eye, a huge scroll with black background appeared in the open space. On the sutra painting, countless ferocious evil ghosts were lifelike, floating on it, swallowing clouds,
Breathing fog, walking in fire, eating corpses, fighting, laughing, angry... all kinds of ghosts form a complete picture of a hundred ghosts walking at night.
As soon as the sutra painting was unfolded, masses of black mist rose from the surface of the sutra painting, and became dense in the void. In the ears, there were faint sounds of Jie Jie ghost laughter.
The air suddenly became a bit colder, giving off an eerie smell.
This is not the first time Yang Ji has seen this "Hundred Ghosts at Night" painting, but every time I see it, I feel different. Especially after understanding part of the artistic conception of the Hundred Ghosts, looking at this sutra painting again, I feel that the ghosts in it are vivid , all seem to be alive, with their eyes spinning around, looking at themselves, as if they are about to burst out of the wall. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!