A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice

Duan Rong walked out of the alley of the inner storehouse in a daze, carrying a sheathed oxtail knife, three taels of silver as a monthly stipend, and a small package of five thin slices of deer antler wrapped in hay paper.

There was no way, this was the sequelae of swallowing the weapon spirit, or side effect.

Although he could still clearly feel that a group of "strange" things were stuffed into his brain.

But it seemed that after the last swallowing, he had already adapted to it.

Duan Rong just felt that his brain was a little dull and he couldn't think deeply. It was not like the first time he swallowed, he stood there for a long time, the first time he really couldn't figure out the situation.

He felt like driving on a road full of obstacles, he had to keep going around, and the speed couldn't be increased at all.

Duan Rong controlled his body like this, went to the canteen of the middle courtyard, and had dinner stiffly.

After that, he didn't practice, but went back to the dormitory directly, locked the door, and fell asleep.

Just like the last time he swallowed the weapon spirit, he slept very deeply and very soundly this time.

A big dream all night!

In the dream, there was the back of a thin boy in luxurious clothes. He was holding a red-tasseled machete that didn't match his body, swinging it awkwardly one by one...

You could roughly glimpse the scenery around the boy, which were some blurred pavilions and towers. Although the background was a little blurry, the majesty of those buildings could be seen from the general outline.

"I'm afraid this boy's identity... is not ordinary..." Duan Rong thought in his sleep.

The big dream passed without a trace...

Duan Rong suddenly woke up. With a turn of his eyes, he knew that the spirit he had swallowed had been digested and absorbed.

Duan Rong jumped out of bed, opened the door, and saw a cold moonlight in the narrow courtyard in front of the dormitory.

There was silence all around, with the sound of insects.

Duan Rong looked up to the southeast, and saw a big morning star and a cold moon, shining in the distance.

Duan Rong estimated the time based on the position of the morning star.

"It's only Chou time now. I only slept for three hours."

"The time to digest and absorb the spirit seems to be getting shorter!" Duan Rong's eyes showed a thoughtful look.

"And the last time I absorbed the spirit of the spirit that was not yet in the rank, this time I absorbed the spirit of the 1st rank."

"Is it that the higher the rank of the spirit, the shorter the time to digest and absorb it?"

"Don't high-rank spirits have more information?"

"Or...high-rank spirits are more refined and less distracting after being soaked in time, so they are easier to be absorbed by the divine consciousness?"

This is of course just a guess, and Duan Rong doesn't know the real reason.

But the verified fact is that the higher the rank of the spirit, the shorter the time to digest and absorb it.

As for the reason, he can slowly explore it.

Duan Rong walked out of the door and stood in the cold moonlight in the narrow courtyard.

At this moment, his mind was as clear as water, and everything around him was silent, which was a good time to stand still.

Duan Rong took out the folded straw paper package from the inner pocket of his chest. Duan Rong opened the straw paper and saw five thin antler slices as thin as paper in the moonlight. The slices were slightly purple-red.

Duan Rong pinched a slice and held it in his mouth, rewrapped the others and put them in the inner pocket of his lapel. Then he bent his legs, sat with his waist down, embraced the air with his hands, and stood up to practice the round pile.

He stood for two hours.

It was not until dawn that Duan Rong stood up to disperse the energy.

He knew how much the round pile energy consumed by the internal breath was. Yesterday afternoon, he felt weak inside after standing for only one hour.

At this time, after standing for two hours, he still felt energetic. Although he was very tired, the blood and qi in his body were running very vigorously.

Duan Rong smacked his lips and found that the antler slice in his mouth had completely melted.

Duan Rong immediately understood that the deer antler slices had taken effect.

"It turns out that medicine is stronger than food!"

Seeing that it was getting light, Duan Rong drew water from the well in the courtyard and washed off the stinky sweat on his body. He then put on his clothes, went back to his room, tied his badge, took the oxtail knife with a sheath at the head of the bed, and prepared to go to the martial arts field to practice his swordsmanship.

Duan Rong had just walked out of the courtyard when he saw Kong Bin just walking out of the T-shaped dormitory courtyard next to him.

One of them was in the Ding courtyard and the other in the Bing courtyard, just next to each other.

Kong Bin saw Duan Rong and came over and whispered, "Have you heard?"

"What?"

"Li Chong is dead!"

Duan Rong stopped and was stunned. "Dead? How did he die?"

"He was scolded by the errand supervisor who took care of him, and the night before yesterday, he hanged himself on the beam of the dormitory with his belt. I also heard from Zhang Zheng that Li Chong's uncle went to the front yard yesterday to make a scene." Kong Bin said, looked at Duan Rong, and suddenly asked: "Brother Rong, how is your inner strength training going? Have you succeeded?"

Kong Bin used Li Chong's death to talk to Duan Rong, just to test Duan Rong's attitude and see how his inner breath training is going.

"Not yet!" Duan Rong's heart was shaken, and he said coldly.

Kong Bin heard this, glanced at Duan Rong's dazed look, and his heart was slightly happy.

He had captured a ray of inner breath for a moment yesterday, although as soon as he tried to operate it, his mental power was scattered and the inner breath collapsed.

But he believed that after three days of trial and practice, he would be able to start the initial operation of the inner breath.

Looking at Duan Rong's appearance, he might not have found the way yet.

Kong Bin was in a very good mood for a while, so he stopped talking, left Duan Rong, and walked towards the martial arts field.

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Kong Bin was hit by Duan Rong one after another during this period. He was found out for drugging, was suppressed in the assessment, and was poured cold water when he took the initiative to make friends.

Kong Bin doesn't like to talk, but he is actually very proud. On the examination day three days later, he hopes to turn the tables and suppress Duan Rong.

Duan Rong was immersed in the shock of Li Chong's death. He didn't notice that Kong Bin had left, and was still in a daze at the door of the dormitory.

He remembered that the last time he saw Li Chong was on the day of the assessment.

But he had forgotten when Li Chong left on the day of the assessment?

Maybe no one noticed it?

Duan Rong originally thought that he was more dangerous than Kong Bin, but now it seems that he really overestimated him. This kid is too fragile!

Duan Rong remembered those children in the news in his previous life who were dying for a little thing.

"This guy is such a tragedy!"

Li Chong is obviously an idiot in interpersonal communication, and he is always courting death.

Duan Rong suddenly remembered a sentence from a writer he read in his previous life: If you study the most annoying person carefully, you will always find that he is just a pitiful person.

Duan Rong sighed and walked slowly to the martial arts field.

He collected his thoughts, found a secluded corner, and started to practice with a knife.

After last night, he had digested the spirit of the swallowing weapon, and Duan Rong's grasp of the Five Tigers and Sheep Knife martial arts has reached the level of mastery.

However, he has not yet mastered the first level of the inner breath of his inner strength.

The inner strength is a slow and steady effort after all.

The growth of the inner breath in the meridians is also accumulated strand by strand.

Although he has become very familiar with the operation of the inner breath after digesting and absorbing the spirit of the weapon, the growth of the inner breath is not a day's work.

No one can eat a fat man in one bite!

After Duan Rong finished his routine and went to the canteen to eat breakfast, he returned to the martial arts arena and began to stand with a deer antler tablet in his mouth.

Except for eating and sleeping, Duan Rong put almost all his energy into strengthening his internal energy by standing.

With the medicinal tonic power of the deer antler tablet, Duan Rong found that no matter how long he stood, he did not feel deficient.

One blood deer antler tablet for two hours.

Including the two hours in the dormitory, Duan Rong stood for a full ten hours. When he returned to the dormitory and climbed onto the bed, it was already late at night.

Although he was very tired, Duan Rong fell asleep with a smile.

The next morning, Duan Rong came to the martial arts arena from the dormitory again. He found that the internal energy between the meridians was as thick as a hair and three inches long.

This is already amazing!

This is formed by the intersection and fusion of five strands of internal energy!

This internal energy is entrenched in the dantian, and responds to his spiritual power at a call.

Duan Rong suddenly had an idea. He wanted to try the method of circulating the internal breath when attacking.

Standing still to practice internal skills is to strengthen the internal breath!

But the circulation of internal breath when attacking is the combination of qi and force, which can also be called internal breath power!

This is also the fusion of internal strength and fighting methods. Only in this way can the true power of martial arts be exerted.