It is said that drinking cold water can kill you. Long Xingyun is such a miserable existence. The most powerful master of the generation, the number one devil in China, in order to find a shortcut in cultivation and cross the insurmountable gap in cultivation, he robbed everything in the world.
The cultivator has become the public enemy of the cultivator world.
His purpose was very simple, which was to change his destiny against the will of heaven and become a member of the Immortal Class, but it was not as good as fate. Unexpectedly, he died due to a disorder of his true energy while practicing...
"Master! Master! Wake up!"
A housekeeper gently pushed Long Xingyun and called worriedly.
Long Xingyun slowly woke up. At this time, countless memories filled his brain. However, he quickly absorbed the memories perfectly. However, in order to confirm something, he looked at the housekeeper and pretended to be stupid:
"Um... you... uncle housekeeper, what happened?"
The housekeeper wiped the cold sweat, thinking that the young master had lost his memory, and immediately said to the servant next to him:
"Go and inform the master quickly! The young master has lost his memory!"
"Wait! I just woke up and my thoughts are a little confused! Please tell me quickly what happened just now?"
It turns out that this is no longer the past China, but a foreign world called Tianxuan Continent. The good-for-nothing eldest son of the Long family cannot cultivate fighting spirit. He is a well-known good-for-nothing in the whole continent. After being divorced by the Shui family, his old illness suddenly relapsed.
He fainted and broke off the engagement.
Hearing this, Long Xingyun smiled. He knew that he had traveled through time and was possessed by this good-for-nothing young master. The vague memory flow just now was absorbed by him, and everything he saw belonged to this young master.
past.
I didn't expect that I would swallow his soul unconsciously, so this time let me use his body to dominate the other world.
"Where is my cultivation? Where is my nine-turn invincible and super powerful cultivation?"
Long Xingyun said with a pale face. After careful confirmation, he knew that all his cultivation was gone.
"Damn it! Then I'm still so powerful! I'm almost like Nezha on Hot Wheels!"
It's no wonder that Long Xingyun is so depressed. Once hundreds or even nearly a thousand years of cultivation are gone, no one will be calm, unless his eggs are shattered on the ground.
"Forget it! Since I can't cultivate, I should be able to get ahead with the nearly three hundred cultivation secrets snatched from my mind..."
...
Long Xingyun was checked by the doctor invited by the Long family, and after it was found that there was nothing serious, in order to avoid other sequelae, the head of the Long family, Long Xingyun's father, ordered no one to disturb him, which made Long Xingyun happy.
Qing Xian, immediately returned to the house, pretended to be vicious, and shouted away the servants around him. After all, the previous master spoke like this, so Long Xingyun naturally followed suit, because he felt that it was actually true to say so.
It’s quite enjoyable too!
"You all go down! No one is allowed to come in here! Remember! If you dare to let anyone in! I will let you run around Dongyang Town naked or something like that."
As soon as these words came out, all the servants, both male and female, turned pale. They quickly exited Long Xingyun's residence and stood outside like door gods, not letting anyone in.
"Let's practice to build the foundation first! Otherwise, I won't know what I'm doing!"
After saying that, Long Xingyun put his hands on his abdomen, sat cross-legged, and looked directly above. His hands were placed at an angle like a Tai Chi pattern. His eyes were slightly squinted, reaching a hazy state, and then he began to check his body.
"The meridians are blocked, the acupuncture points are sealed by the turbid substances in the body, the Dantian capacity is naturally small, and the mental consciousness of the brain is as small as a rubber ball! Damn it! How useless this brother is!"
But complaining is complaining. Now that this body belongs to him, he naturally has to forge it well. He closed his eyes and entered a state of meditation, that is, entering concentration. After a while, large and small colorful energy groups surrounded him.
In front of Xingyun's eyes, it was like a lively and lovely elf running up and down.
"Five elements! It seems that this world has much richer elements than the original world!"
But when he entered the practice, he was shocked to find that there was no aura of heaven and earth in this world. The practice of cultivation would not work here at all, but what were others practicing? Thinking of this, Long Xingyun began to enter deep concentration, and time passed.
As the points passed, there were slowly more and more gases of various colors around, and a sharp and domineering energy caught Long Xingyun's attention.
At the moment, Long Xingyun tried to introduce the fighting spirit into his body, but all failed without exception. He wandered around in his body and ran out. This made Long Xingyun very depressed. It seems that this world
His fighting spirit is indeed not that easy to train.
"I don't believe that the true qi of the Chinese ancestors is not more difficult to cultivate than the fighting qi? Damn it!"
After saying that, Long Xingyun stopped practicing, and instead stood on the spot and put on various poses. Each of them was difficult to do. This set of movements was exactly the Wu Qin Xi created by Hua Tuo in ancient times. It was also a physical fitness exercise. It was very
Kuailong Xingyun felt his body getting hot, and taking advantage of this opportunity, he quickly sat down and started practicing his fighting spirit.
This time, he still introduced the fighting energy into his body, but this time Long Xingyun would not let it leave like this. He used his weak mental power to guide the fighting energy to swim between the meridians, and soon a lot of filthy liquid seeped out of his pores.
Then Long Xingyun vaguely remembered in his memory that people from other worlds usually practice fighting spirit in the heart, so that masters will generate powerful momentum when they are angry or excited, but Long Xingyun didn't think so.
, why not store your fighting spirit in your Dantian?
Just do it when you think of it, and soon the fighting spirit is guided into Dantian by Long Xingyun. The small Dantian contains very little fighting spirit, but this is not important. As long as the cultivation is successful, Long Xingyun will have a way to deal with everything in the future.
Everything is difficult at the beginning, but everything is smooth sailing at the beginning.
The fighting spirit was sealed inside the dantian by Long Xingyun with his mental power. But at this moment, Long Xingyun's head hurt, and the fighting spirit immediately ran out of the dantian, circled around in the body and then slipped away.
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"Damn it! Why isn't this body's spiritual consciousness stronger than that of ordinary people?"
This can't be blamed on Long Xingyun's depression. He has cultivated to Daluo Jinxian and has seen countless cultivation masters and useless people, but none of them are as useless as his own body at this time.
After resting for a while, Long Xingyun was surprised to find that although his mental power was pitiful, his recovery speed was very fast. In this moment, all his mental power had been restored. At that moment, Long Xingyun took a deep breath.
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. This is a talent, not something that can only be obtained through practice.
He closed his eyes and continued to channel his fighting spirit. Long Xingyun also tried elements of various attributes around him, but it didn't have much effect. It seemed that these elements could not be mobilized by mortals.
The fighting spirit entered the Dantian. This time Long Xingyun was smarter. He no longer used mental power to wrap the fighting spirit to seal the action. Instead, he used a small amount of mental power to seal the entrance to the Dantian. This time, the fighting spirit was no longer bound by mental power.
, scurrying around in the Dantian inside his body, and the bursts of cramping pain made Long Xingyun frown a little.
The fighting spirit was rampant in the Dantian, and it actually expanded the Dantian twice. Originally, Long Xingyun's Dantian was smaller than that of ordinary people. This time, Long Xingyun benefited from the expansion of the fighting spirit, but at the same time he had to endure inhuman pain.
After about two hours, that is, about four hours, the abdominal cramps finally slowly disappeared, and the fighting spirit seemed to have built a house in a desolate place, and Long Xingyun's Dantian was their new home.
"Huh! This is the fighting spirit that the good-for-nothing young man can't cultivate! And it has reached a level that the good-for-nothing young man has not reached! Haha! It's a bit interesting!"
Long Xingyun learned from his memory that there is a profession in Tianxuan Continent called a warrior. This world is a world where strength is respected. Warriors are divided into levels one to ten. In Dongyang Town, warriors are a symbol of nobility, which also represents
He is a master, superior to ordinary people, and warriors have many privileges in Dongyang Town.
"Am I also a warrior?"
Just as he was talking, Long Xingyun stood up and moved his body that was stiff from sitting for a long time. At this moment, he suddenly smelled a strange smell. Long Xingyun looked for it and said with a bitter smile:
"It turns out it's on me! Wuqinxi works quite well! I actually washed my body. It seems that the Chinese kung fu and cultivation techniques are here... maybe they can become my sharp weapons!"
Speaking of this, the look in Long Xingyun's eyes became more and more bright. Some servants accidentally saw Long Xingyun fetching water and preparing to take a bath, but they didn't understand why the depressed waste was now in high spirits.
But they didn't bother to understand. After all, the head of the family said that as long as Long Xingyun didn't come out to cause trouble, no one was allowed to disturb him and he could do whatever he wanted. Apparently, even Long Xingyun's father who lived at home was ready to give up on him.
Long Xingyun saw that although the servants around him didn't say anything and never showed any strange expressions, he could still clearly see the disdain and contempt in their eyes.
At that moment, a smile appeared on Long Xingyun's lips:
"Laugh as much as you want! What can happen to a waste? What can happen if I am not allowed to cultivate? Cultivate fighting spirit! I will still become the strongest man in this world just like in China!"
After saying that, Long Xingyun walked into the house with water in his hand, took a comfortable hot bath, then lay on the bed and fell asleep.
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Early the next morning, Long Xingyun felt his nose itching, as if something was digging into it. When he opened his eyes, he saw a beautiful face, with delicate facial features and an oval-like face shape.
The figure has perfect proportions, the fiery red armor he wears, and a pair of charming starry eyes exude a special look. The dark black leather boots combined with the armor give people a heroic feeling.
This person is Long Xingyun's cousin Liu Piaoling. She is blinking her big watery eyes and looking at him with a smile. She is also holding her own black and shiny hair in her hand, braiding it into a small braid, and placing it on Long Xingyun's nose.
Tickling, as if this is the happiest thing in the world.
Seeing Long Xingyun wake up, Liu Piaoling immediately put away his expression, and instead lectured like an elder:
"Cousin! Why are you frustrated when your engagement is broken off by that kind of woman? She actually fainted. What good is she? Why didn't you look at the surrounding scenery when you ran forward?"
After speaking, Long Xingyun scratched his head and said:
"wandering!…"
"My name is Liu Piaoling! Don't say it like that, as if we are familiar with each other."
Long Xingyun had no choice but to say: "Okay! Beautiful cousin Liu Piaoling! Your cousin is no longer what he used to be! Although I know you won't believe it, I will let you see it! That... our posture is
Isn’t it a bit unsightly?”
Hearing Long Xingyun's words, Liu Piaoling pouted, climbed down from Long Xingyun's body, snorted coldly with a red face, and then jumped away from here.
"The beauties in this world are too open-minded! If I wake up later, I think I will be dead! Damn it!"
After saying that, Long Xingyun pursed his lips, showed a smirk, put on his clothes and walked out of the room with a glowing face.