In the past three days, Tianhe County fell into a relatively sad atmosphere due to the death of the eldest son of the governor Guo Lin.
As for Yunmo, it is rare to have a few days of leisure.
After joining the Dragon Mansion, he came to Tianhe County due to the dispute between good teachers, and he could not settle down for a day.
However, it is precisely because of this that in the constant crisis, his cultivation level can improve rapidly.
This day.
Yun Mo, who was sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, turned his palm and took out a scroll.
“Rainstorm Picture in Thatched Cottage!”
This is exactly the will pattern that was auctioned for 800,000 spiritual stones at the Luobei auction.
Yun Mo took out the scroll, and with a flick of his spiritual power, he unfolded the scroll and floated it in front of him.
"I myself have realized the psychic sword intention. Although it is only a small achievement, it is enough to deal with other people's intermediate will."
Yun Mo's eyes flashed.
If someone can comprehend the power of will to the point of success in the spirit wheel realm, he is already at the top.
In the same way, those who have realized the power of will to a perfect level in the spiritual sea realm are also very rare and can be proud of everyone.
The power of will exists between heaven and earth.
If you want to understand the power of will, the first way is to directly rely on your own strong natural qualifications.
For example, the Black Dragon Holy Son at that time was able to understand the will of thunder, which shows how evil his talent was.
The second way to understand will is naturally to use external objects.
That is the pattern of will in Yun Mo's hand.
The picture of the rainstorm in that hut does not correspond to the will of dripping water among the four ordinary wills.
But the will of rain among the rare wills!
"I have already understood the psychic sword intention. If I can understand the will of the heavy rain through this hut rainstorm diagram, my combat power will probably increase!"
Without further hesitation, Yun Mo's mind moved and he threw his consciousness into the artistic conception of the rainstorm picture in the thatched cottage.
Gradually.
On the picture of the rainstorm in the hut, I don’t know how long it has been.
Suddenly, before his eyes, a drop of rain slowly fell from the sky.
As he concentrated, this drop of rain gradually turned into two drops, four drops, eight drops... twenty-four drops... a hundred drops...
After a whole day, Yun Mo withdrew his mind and will from the rainstorm map in the hut.
"This is the first time I realized that I can only see more than a thousand drops of rain falling, which is far from a heavy rain."
Yun Mo's expression was reserved, flashing with an unknown light.
"The will of rainstorm should be that the rain is pouring down, densely packed, and there is nowhere to escape."
"And the will of the rainstorm means that the moment the sword is drawn, the sword technique will be like a torrential downpour, making it difficult for the opponent to resist!"
Yun Mo took a deep breath and stood up slowly.
With a flick of his wrist, the Cold Light Sword was already firmly in his palm.
Standing in the courtyard holding a sword, Yun Mo closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.
On the other side, Zhao Qingshan and Zhao Hai were walking in the city lord's palace.
Zhao Hai looked at his slightly thin son in front of him and said: "Qingshan, the rescue of Qingyun City this time is inseparable from Xiaoyou Yun's contribution. You have to thank him properly."
"Dad, don't worry! From now on Yun Mo is my big brother, and whatever he says will be done."
Zhao Qingshan rolled his eyes and smiled.
Zhao Hai nodded with satisfaction.
"In front of you is Xiaoyou Yun's residence. We haven't thanked him in person yet, so we stopped by today."
Zhao Hai looked into the distance and said slowly.
Although in Yun Mo's heart, everything he did for Qingyun City had nothing to do with it.
But deep in Zhao Hai's heart, his gratitude to Yun Mo could no longer be expressed in words.
The two walked slowly over and soon arrived at Yun Mo's residence.
However, when they saw Yun Mo motionless outside the yard, they couldn't help but look surprised.
"Dad, is the eldest brother petrified?"
Zhao Qingshan's eyes were heavy.
"What nonsense are you talking about? If my father guessed correctly, Xiaoyou Yun should have fallen into some kind of epiphany."
Zhao Hai slowly shook his head.
"Don't disturb Little Friend Yun for now, let's wait for him first."
Zhao Qingshan responded.
The two of them stood outside the yard, looking calmly at Yun Mo, who was standing there as if he was petrified.
Right now.
Tick tock···
Above this sky, suddenly dark clouds gathered and it started to rain.
"Dad, I'm going to wake up my eldest brother. It's already raining."
After Zhao Qingshan said that, he was about to leave.
"Qingshan, don't move!"
Suddenly, Zhao Hai thought of something and shouted quickly.
Zhao Qingshan was a little confused and looked up at the horizon.
Above his head, a drop of rain seemed to fall from the sky, heading straight for his eyebrows.
In Zhao Qingshan's eyes, this drop of rain gradually turned into ten drops, a hundred drops, a thousand drops, ten thousand drops...
Then, Zhao Qingshan actually saw the rain turning into streaks of extremely sharp sword energy.
Zhao Hai's expression was solemn, and such visions also appeared in front of his eyes.
"This is not rain, this is... the rainstorm will among the rare wills!"
"Qingshan, get out of here quickly!"
Zhao Hai shook his head and immediately pulled Zhao Qingshan away from this place.
Zhao Qingshan's body was shaken, and his eyes were full of horror.
"Could it be..."
Before Zhao Qingshan left, he also looked at Yun Mo in the courtyard.
When the two of them were a thousand meters away, they left the land shrouded in rain.
Zhao Hai looked back and his eyes were a little more happy.
Watching the raindrops fall to the ground drop by drop, then melt into the ground and disappear.
But he felt that if they didn't leave in time, the raindrops would definitely strangle all their flesh and blood when they fell on them.
To a certain extent, those raindrops are even stronger than the edge of the sword energy.
Zhao Qingshan's eyes were filled with fear, "Brother, are you comprehending the will of dripping water?"
Zhao Hai shook his head and thought of the scene at the auction.
"Little friend Yun is trying to understand the will of the heavy rain with the help of the rainstorm map in the thatched cottage! How long has it been? Little friend Yun is really a monster with his talent!"
Zhao Hai's words contained undisguised admiration.
Zhao Qingshan, who was on the side, was not jealous at all after hearing this.
After all, the stronger the eldest brother is, the better his life will be!
Inside the courtyard.
The motionless Yun Mo was like an old monk in concentration at this moment.
In the sea of souls.
Luo Lao looked at Yun Mo who had entered a state of enlightenment and couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, "This kid has already understood the rudimentary form of Rainstorm Will for the first time. It's unimaginable!"
Even in his time, Yun Mo's talent might have already broken through the spiritual sea and reached the third realm of soul power.
Thinking of this possibility, the appreciation in Luo Lao's eyes became even stronger.
One night passed.
Regardless of whether it was Zhao Hai or Zhao Qingshan, apart from having a meal on the way, the two of them stayed near Yun Mo's courtyard and did not let others disturb them.
Just at this moment.
Yun Mo suddenly opened his eyes, raised his long sword, and slashed out with a horizontal stroke.
Zhao Hai and the other two people in the distance felt the power of this sword, and their hair stood on end, horrified.
This seemingly simple sword is far from what it seems.
As the sword blade slashed down, what followed the sword blade were the thousands of sword shadows, all coming down together!
This sword shadow is as inseparable as the violent wind and rain!
"Bang!"
In the courtyard, pieces of green bricks were broken and dust was flying.
Traces of raindrops can be seen everywhere.
Yun Mo looked at the raindrops falling from the sky, with a smile on his lips.
"Disperse!"
After giving the order, the raindrops hovering in the sky gradually disappeared.
Afterwards, Yun Mo frowned and pondered for a while, looking aside.
"Uncle Zhao, Qingshan."
Hearing the sound, the two people who had been hiding far away laughed and walked over.
“My little friend, it’s really gratifying to have realized the will of the heavy rain this time!”
Zhao Hai showed a sincere smile.
"Congratulations, big brother, for your further strength." Zhao Qingshan also smiled.
"Brother?"
The corner of Yun Mo's mouth twitched as he seemed to have thought of some possibility.
Seeing the smile on Zhao Qingshan's face, Yun Mo smiled bitterly and let him go.
As long as he is not asked to recognize someone else as his big brother, that will be fine.
The three of them chatted until evening.
"Uncle Zhao, if there is nothing major, I should be leaving for Long Mansion tomorrow."
Yun Mo groaned.
Zhao Hai did not show any surprise when he heard this.
After all, with Yun Mo's qualifications and talents, it is absolutely impossible to waste time in a hurry.
"Brother, since you want to leave, then I will go back to Long Mansion with you!"
Zhao Qingshan said.
"Qingshan, with your current level of cultivation, even if you return to the Dragon Mansion, you will be directly promoted to an inner disciple, and the inner disciples will be assigned to do tasks."
"In this case, you might as well not go back, at least you can be free."
Yun Mo said slowly.
Zhao Qingshan heard the sound and remained silent.
Because every word Yun Mo said spoke to the bottom of his heart.
"Well, since little friend Yun is leaving tomorrow, I can rest easy tonight." Zhao Hai said with a smile.