But having said it all, the king plays Bronze again.
If you don't do some showy manipulations, what's the difference between it and real bronze?
Of course, this is just a joke. The real reason is that according to the growth progress of this body, it will take more than half a year to start practicing.
This time is too long for a great master.
Positively changing Qi and blood, and experiencing the changes in the bones and the entire body during this process, will only take a month at most, but in fact it will not even take a month.
Lose one month from half a year, and it’s still half a year!
So, what are you doing with all that time?
Of course it's an experiment.
The time is just right, the sun is shining...well, it's not as bright as the sun, but as the saying goes in my previous life, spanking a child on a rainy day is idle anyway.
The root bones of this body are only mid-low or even mid-level, which is not ideal.
If it is down and down, the very harsh kind, then it is just right, barely can be just, and you don't need to toss back and forth.
Now, of course I have to struggle.
It has to be tossed around.
It was at this moment that he had an idea, followed by thinking. After thinking, Xu Guangling finally decided on a major research project for the past few months, "Gen Gu Chang Yi Xue".
Of course, there is also the "learning from the mutual transfer of mind and body", which was used on Xu Tonghui.
There is also the "transformation from Da Zong to Grand Master", which will be used on Tian Hao in the future, although it will be difficult for Tian Hao to reach the height of Da Zong, not even half of it.
Xu Guangling used this bone modification on himself.
Without practicing, just using ordinary means, mainly herbal medicine, to see what kind of boundaries the root bones can reach up and down under the influence of medicine.
On the upward side, whether it can achieve perfection is still a few points away.
If it goes downward, if it reaches a certain level, will life itself bottom out and rebound, showing a different kind of "good fortune"?
And so on.
This was something Xu Guangling had never dabbled in in his previous life, and it was also a new field for him.
It should be more interesting.
After confirming the project, looking back, he wanted to become a great master in the field of grand masters. Isn't this a river that he must cross on the way?
Therefore, this so-called flash of inspiration is not just a flash of inspiration.
It is the "instinct" thinking of the great sects and great masters.
At this thought, Xu Guangling smiled slightly.
Time seems to be turning back, to the beginning of his transformation from ordinary to extraordinary in his previous life, that night, the newly composed music, and the few words he embedded in the song "A Thousand Years of Dreams":
I mourn, and the world mourns with me.
I am silent, and the world becomes silent.
I laugh, and the world laughs with me.
I sing loudly, and the world turns into a butterfly, spreading its wings and flying.
At this moment, there was no singing, but the world was still spinning around him like a butterfly. In the dark, he could even feel the lightness and gracefulness.
Xu Guangling suddenly became interested.
He hasn't touched the piano for a long time.
I have never seen anything like that before in this world.
In his previous life, after all, his original identity was half a "musician".
Thinking of this, Xu Guangling smiled again with gentle eyes.
That was definitely not the gaze of a great sect or great master, nor was it the gaze of a possessor of "immortal truth", but a true gaze, like that of an eleven-year-old child.
It was afternoon, and there was light rain outside the pavilion.
Xu Guangling reached out and picked up a leaf that had been knocked down by wind or rain from the back of the bench at the edge of the pavilion.
The slender leaves are like willow leaves in previous lives.
In fact, it is not a willow, but just slender.
These are also the many characteristics of this life and the previous life - the styles are very similar, but they are not the same.
If you want to have a glimpse of the world, there are no books; if you want to sing about the past, there is no spring and autumn.
I want to drink good wine with no old friends, I want to make new acquaintances... I'm still young...
Father, mother, my son is well now, and his heart is fragrant. I wish you to be drunk with the spring breeze and sleep with the heaven and the earth.
Teacher, Mr. Chen, how good is the new world? My disciples are no longer around. I can neither listen to your teachings nor continue to serve as disciples. You must do well. It is a pity that there is no big world express, otherwise the disciples will definitely lose their roots.
I'll send you the bone-modifying potion.
The Sky Appreciating Mirror is too disappointing and not powerful at all. When it can truly "judge the world", perhaps the disciples will be able to know where you are.
Before that, you must proceed with caution.
Especially Mr. Chen, you must remember to keep your tail between your legs. You are no longer a martial arts sect.
Disciple Shen Xin, my journey from a mortal to a great master has been analyzed in detail for you with fifty years of college entrance examination and thirty years of simulation. There is no ambiguity in it.
Even if the world changes and you start all over again, you will not let your teacher down, right?
As a teacher, don’t worry that you are not good.
I just worry that you are too good.
I ask you to copy the Tao Te Ching ten thousand times. In fact, I just want you to remember the four words in it.
The best is like water.
Fellow Taoist Chang'an, if nothing unexpected happens, you and Xiaoxin should be in the same world. I don't know how long it has been, but it shouldn't be too long, right?
I wonder if you two can still recognize each other?
…
Thoughts are like wind and rain.
Xu Guangling did not control, but let nature take its course.
And the thin leaves placed near the mouth were naturally blown.
It has no tone or tone, but it just forms its own theme in the wind and water.
That was the great master ascending to a high place, watching the sun and the moon rise and fall.
That's how Dazong looks around. Although the world is different, the truth is the same. One life is Dazong, and eternity will be Dazong.
It was "Father", "Mother", "No Wind and Rain", "Big Dream", "Road to the Saints", "Scorching the Flowers", "Lan Ke", "The Title Page of the World" and other pieces of music that echoed in my heart and were strung together by notes.
, not only a memory, but also a journey.
Those are the people and things you meet along the way.
It's more than just scenery.
More than just experience.
It has already been integrated into life and has become an inseparable part of life itself.
So it doesn’t matter what the past is.
That was also in this life. At this moment, I casually made a plan to play with my own bones. Only then did I realize that the minds of the great sect and the great master had already become the main body of life. Even if they changed their bodies, they would still be the same.
There is no fear of being "pulled down" by this body, but only the body will be pulled up.
The mind may be disturbed, but the heart cannot be invaded, and the consciousness cannot be moved.
"The reason why I have a serious patient is that I have a body, and I don't have a body. What's wrong with me?"
This level cannot be reached now.
But the flavor can already be slightly appreciated.
It is the world that turns into a butterfly, flying around me, and it is I that turns into a butterfly, flying in this world.
The flying is not beautiful enough, not so free and easy. The level of the Grand Master is still a bit low. In this life, I have to work hard. I already have the support of this life. In this life, it is best to go further. At least as far as
Are there ten songs to serve as guideposts?
But it cannot be compared to the previous life.
The clear voice gradually faded away in the light rain, but it was no more than ten steps away before disappearing into the peace between heaven and earth.
Xu Tonghui couldn't hear it.
No one outside the compound could hear it.
Only the rain, the pavilion, the water outside the pavilion, the trees by the water, the grass under the trees, and the stones among the grass, witnessed this moment and listened to an unexpected concert.