Just as Zhuma said, Zhong Wen is indeed practicing boxing.
At first, he was chased by masters from the "Dark Temple" and "Seven Star Pavilion". In a panic, he once broke into a mysterious cave, which was the inheritance place of the ancient "Bailing Palace".
Now, he was hiding alone in the cave, waving his fists in the air.
One punch.
One punch.
Another punch...
He maintained a single posture and repeated the same action countless times.
Sweat oozed from his forehead like a spring, sliding along his eye sockets, cheekbones, and corners of his mouth to his chin, and finally dripped to the same place on the ground, accumulating into a small puddle.
Zhong Wen's shot was not fast. There was a layer of faint white light attached to the surface of his fist. There were no colorful lights and shadows, nor earth-shattering sound effects. Looking from a distance, he looked like an old man practicing Tai Chi in the park.
It's very peaceful.
At first glance, the effect of each punch he throws is almost the same as the previous one.
But if the time span is extended, it can be found that after hundreds, thousands or even tens of thousands of punches, the light on the surface of his fist will be slightly brighter.
The subtle differences are distributed into each punch, almost impossible to detect with the naked eye, but they are real.
If one can enter Zhong Wen's sea of consciousness, one can see that in the huge bookshelf of the "Xinhua Tibetan Scripture Pavilion", a boxing secret book called "Wild Ball Fist" is quietly lying in the "Diamond Grade"
in one column.
After these days of exploration, Zhong Wen finally had a more comprehensive understanding of this boxing technique that could be upgraded with the number of uses.
When he upgraded Yeqiu Fist from bronze level to silver level, he shook his fist about a hundred times.
Afterwards, after punching a thousand times, this magical boxing technique finally successfully advanced to the gold level.
By analogy, each time you advance to a level, the number of punches required is ten times that of the previous level.
This shows that in order to reach the current diamond level, Zhong Wen has swung his fists at least 110,000 times. Even if the moves are as fast as lightning and day and night, it will take a whole day, not to mention that every punch he makes is
It is calm and solid, and the speed is not too fast.
In other words, it looks very slow.
The non-stop repetitive exercise for a whole day and night can be described as extremely boring, but Zhong Wen didn't feel impatient at all. He just happily punched one punch after another, without slowness or speed, without sleep, and allowed the sweat to rush down like spring water.
, completely soaking the clothes on his body.
The diamond-grade wild ball fist still showed no power, but turned into a faint white light, covering the surface of his fist, faintly visible, sometimes disappearing.
One punch.
One punch.
Another punch...
Time passed by in this simple and boring minute and second. It was clearly moving forward slowly, but it seemed to be still, in a strange superposition state.
At a certain moment, Zhong Wen stopped moving and suddenly looked up at the sky.
The top of the cave is not closed, but has a small gap.
It was the destruction caused by the fierce fight between Zhong Wen, Shen Wei and others.
Through the gap, you can see a dazzling white light piercing the sky, speeding towards this side with lightning speed.
"This is......?"
Seeing the white light coming straight towards him, a look of surprise flashed in Zhong Wen's eyes. He turned his body slightly to one side, as if he wanted to dodge, but he hesitated for a moment, but in the end he did not move, but allowed the white light to fall without any hesitation.
on himself.
The moment the white light came into contact with his body, Zhong Wen's eyes widened suddenly, a bright light shot out from his eyes, his clothes swayed, and his whole body lifted off the ground and floated in the air.
Pictures that I had never seen before suddenly appeared in my mind, so strange, yet so familiar, just like my own personal experience.
He saw a little child practicing swordsmanship hard in the twelfth lunar month of winter. Standing beside him was an old man with white hair and white beard. He was giving instructions from time to time. The expression on his face was very serious, and he obviously cared about the child.
The performance is not satisfactory.
Every day after that, the children spent their time practicing swordplay and being guided by the old man.
The white-bearded old man's expression was as solemn as ever for ten years, as if he didn't know what a smile was.
Day after day, year after year, in the blink of an eye, the child has grown into a handsome young man. His cultivation and swordsmanship have advanced by leaps and bounds. The only thing that remains unchanged is the old man's stern face.
Time flies by, and in the repeated hard training, the boy grows into a young man of two decades.
It was also in that year that he finally saw a smile on the old man's face for the first time.
That day, he suddenly felt something, had an epiphany, and stabbed an unprecedented sword.
The power of this sword faintly surpasses the limits of Heavenly Wheel cultivators.
This sword shocked the time, and also shocked the white-bearded old man who was the master.
From the old man's face, he read approval, relief, and an extremely bright smile.
Looking at his master's smile, he suddenly felt that the world was so warm and lovely.
The scene then changed, and the young man came out of the mountain as an artist, traveled around the world, and challenged the masters of swordsmanship from all walks of life. He was invincible and never suffered a defeat.
Until one day, he met a girl in red who was several years younger than him.
A swordsman genius with even more demonic qualifications.
This battle was his Waterloo, but it was also the day when he was reborn from the ashes.
From that day on, his swordsmanship became stronger and stronger, and he never felt confused again.
After that, in the secret realm of another sect, he shone brightly and encountered many strange encounters. Not only did he successfully advance to the rank of Spirit Master, but he also faintly touched the traces of the Great Dao.
He returned to the sect with excitement and pride, wanting to share the good news with his master, but what appeared in front of him was a ruins.
Devastated, deserted ruins!
The once vigorous and invincible sect was brutally slaughtered, with not even a complete body left.
If he hadn't recognized the sword that the white-bearded old man carried, he wouldn't even have been able to identify his master's skeleton.
That was the darkest moment in his life.
However, the young man managed to survive with his unyielding will, one man and one sword, and embarked on the road of revenge.
According to the plot of the novel, he should stand up again after breaking down, go through many difficulties and dangers, and finally kill powerful enemies with his proud strength and fulfill his desire for revenge.
It's a pity that he is not the protagonist of a certain novel.
He is just a swordsman with outstanding talent but mediocre luck.
In the final battle, although he contributed some meager efforts, his performance was by no means brilliant. Almost all of his respectable enemies were killed by his teammates, leaving him with nothing but small fish and shrimps.
.
After the war, he returned to the sect's ruins alone, trying to restore the sect's former glory with one man's power.
Break through the saints, rebuild the mountain gate, recruit disciples...
Every step was not easy, but he gritted his teeth and persevered, and everything seemed to be on track.
Until one day, an extremely powerful man suddenly broke into the sect's forbidden area and summoned a terrifying flame beast, which dealt a devastating blow to the sect that was about to rise.
The scene in Zhong Wen's mind finally settled on the last moment of the young man's life.
The sharp sword intent flowed across the sky, almost piercing the sky.
The scorching flames swept across all directions and enveloped the entire sect.
Everything ceases to exist.
It turned out to be him!
He experienced the life of a young man like watching a movie. Zhong Wen was immersed in it. It took him a long time to wake up, with a look of sudden enlightenment on his face.
Of course he would not fail to recognize that this young sword cultivator was the disciple of Jian Yicheng, the former Great Elder of "Tianjian Villa" and the second Heavenly Sword Saint, Jian Jue.
In Jian Jue's memories, he even saw himself, Liu Qiqi and others several times.
What an ordinary life!
Zhong Wen couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.
Jian Jue's qualifications are definitely worthy of the word "genius". However, his life has not been wonderful. He can only be described as "ordinary". He is almost the same as the stupid protagonists in the novel.
, cannot be compared.
The miserable sect and lackluster record made Zhong Wen want to empathize, but he couldn't find a suitable point.
Why can I see his memories?
Could this white light be...a soul?
After thinking for a moment, Zhong Wen suddenly realized that this white light was probably Jian Jue's soul.
Heavenly Sword Saint...Sword Jue...Soul...Coral...Dong Xuan Sutra!
The chaotic clues gradually connected in my mind, and finally formed a perfect logical chain.
It turns out that the technique that Jian Jue practiced was the "Dongxuan True Scripture", the treasure of the sect that Jian Yicheng obtained from the Heavenly Sword Saint.
Comparing his current adventure with the process of the Heavenly Sword Saint passing on his skills to coral, Zhong Wen was almost certain that the reason why Jian Jue's soul was able to leave the body after death and fly to his side should also be related to
Related to the Dongxuan Scripture.
Recalling the white light that suddenly emerged from Coral's body when fighting Su Menglong, Zhong Wen's eyes froze, and he already had a judgment in his heart.
The Dongxuan Scripture can cultivate the power of the soul!