Vol 2 Chapter 10: Metamorphosis

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Meng Chuan was shocked.
"What is this? I only know that the three inches below the navel is Dan Tian, ​​and there is Dan Tian space, which can be nurtured in it. Why is there a void space in my heart? And the villain inside is exactly like me?" Meng Chuan has Confused, there are some speculations, "Since this villain looks like me, is it the legendary soul of man? Or is it formed by my spiritual will? Or is it something unknown?"
"The classics of Jinghu Daoyuan were distributed from the beginning of Yuan Dynasty. The classics of my Meng family were also accumulated over thousands of years. The common sense in practice is quite complete."
"I have read those common sense long ago, and have never seen a record with eyebrow space." Meng Chuan wondered. He likes to read books. He is well-versed in the family of the gods and demons, but he hasn't even heard it before. There is a space where a villain will be hidden.
Although surprised, Meng Chuan vaguely felt that this should be a good thing.
because……
He had already felt his own reborn change.
"This kind of feeling is curious." Meng Chuan closed his eyes, but still easily avoided many objects in the bookstore, opened the door and walked out with ease.
He closed his eyes and walked to the stone table in the yard, sitting on the stone chair.
"I just closed my eyes, ten feet around me, and they were all faint." Meng Chuan opened his eyes. It was already dark at night, and it was very blurry to the naked eye. But at the moment he was invisible, and the ten feet surrounding him were extremely clear. It was the small glitches on the hexapod of a small ant crawling on the side of the courtyard wall.
Front, back, left, right, above, underground! It's all clear, but the place just three feet deep underground can still be very clear, the more blurred the further down.
The naked eye can only see the front, not the back of the head! If it is dark and dull, nothing can be seen.
"I can see ten feet."
"And it can sense the whole land around."
Sitting in the small courtyard, Meng Chuan can clearly sense all the breath in the land centered on himself. Human breath, animal breath, all living breaths can be sensed.
For example, the breath of his father and Uncle Liu is the strongest in Jinghu Mengfu.
Father Meng Dajiang has a strong atmosphere.
Liu Shuliu Yebai, the breath is more ethereal.
Other weaker groups have a breath of out-of-birth, and the breath of July sister is the purest of them.
The whole Mirror Lake Meng House, and everywhere except Meng House...
The farther away, the more blurred the induction.
Just like in the daytime, without any obstacles, you can see the distance with the naked eye, but when the distance is far, you can only see a blurry figure and a blurry dog!
Meng Chuan's induction is the same! At a short distance, he felt very clear. If the distance is far, you can only know how many people, how many animals, which are stronger and which are weaker. That's all.
If it's beyond a mile... it's darkness! Unable to sense.
"Now looking at everything in the world is different." Meng Chuan opened his eyes and looked at the various plants in the courtyard. It was so beautiful within ten feet. I feel that I usually look at things in the fog and ambiguous. Now it is a hundred times clearer! All the colors I saw are more vivid, and now the flat stone table top can now see too many small pits under the wind and sun.
If you look at your hair in the past, you will only find it thin and smooth. Now in induction, I can ‘see’ the rough hair on the surface of this hair, just like a branch, with many rough places and even some wounds.
Everything is more real.
"call out."
Meng Chuan suddenly drew his sword, and crossed the sky with a single stroke.
Meng Chuan looked at his knife, but was a little excited.
"I didn't see a flawed knife in my eyes in the past, a perfect knife... there are so many imperfections now?" Meng Chuan whispered, in the past he used the naked eye to see the knife light, the knife was too fast, he was more powerful It can only be seen clearly. I think this knife is good enough! Now under induction, the knife fiber is almost visible, and the trajectory is clear a hundred times.
Every trace of the knife method across the sky is incredibly clear. This made Meng Chuan immediately discover the imperfections of Daoguang.
As a person obsessed with painting, it is instinctive to pursue beauty.
This is not perfect and uncoordinated, so he can't bear it.
"Practice drawing knife." Meng Chuan began practicing drawing knife at night.
The body turned into a streamer, chopped out with a knife.
Only by finding imperfections can we know where to improve.
One knife after another...
Every effort is better.
One hour, two hours...
Meng Chuansi is not too tired, but is very excited. He feels that the shortcomings of his own knife skills are disappearing, and he gradually becomes perfect even under the "sensation".
"call out."
Another type of knife-drawing.
The sword light is like a crescent moon, even faintly pulling the power of the world, making the sword light like a dream, and flashing away.
Meng Chuan, who practiced his methods, was 50% faster than usual. He felt the illusion of flying with the wind, and dashed out three feet away in a flash. He stopped for a while, but his heart was very hot: "I feel the existence of "potential". It's almost, almost. "
"Since reaching the state of unity, I split the flying arrows 8,000 times a day and worked hard for more than a year and a half. Until today, I finally feel the momentum."
"Within a few days, I will definitely be able to break through." Meng Chuan only felt that it was really beautiful tonight.
Eight thousand times a day, the flying arrow is cut hard and the knife is drawn. Each time, the pursuit of the earlier flying arrow is broken, so that the trace of the knife falling on the tree can continue to move up. He has a very solid foundation, and has feelings that are integrated into it. It is his favorite one-shot method and has a clear direction... Meng Chuan’s practice effect in the past year and a half is actually very good. I am afraid that it is better than the ancient devil. Deng Feng was even more efficient at the same age.
Over the past year and a half, it is not too far from the "potential", although the closer to the limit, the slower the increase. But Meng Chuan had been practicing hard for another year and a half, and realizing the "potential" was a matter of course.
But tonight's transformation.
Let him make a further step of the knife, and he immediately touched the "potential".
The breakthrough is naturally closer.
...
Five moments from Yin Shi, it was still dark.
The morning bell in Dongning has already sounded, and many people who are asking for life are already waiting outside the city gate.
"Boom ~~~~" The gate of Dongning Mansion opened, and hawkers picking up goods, people who entered the city to sell their coolies, entered the city one after another. At this time, there were also two figures mixed in the crowd and easily entered the city.
"I haven't been to Fucheng for half a year, my second brother, I must play hard this time when I enter the city. I'm almost suffocating in the mountains." The two entered the city, a fat man in a hat hey Laughed.
"Okay, let's go to the business first and replace all the babies with silver tickets! After the business is over, we will play slowly, and play for ten days before returning to the village." said another bearded man.
...
Meng Chuan practiced the sword technique all night, and finally stopped.
From dark night practice to dawn, the spirit is not tired, and the body is tired. He practiced more than four hours of swordsmanship, and his stomach growled.
First brush your teeth and wash your face before going to breakfast.
"Hur grunting." Meng Chuan held a big bowl of porridge, first took a few big sips, and then chewed the noodle cake comfortably.
After eating three large cakes, his father, Meng Dajiang, walked into the hall and smiled: "Chuan'er, it's quite early for breakfast today."
"Okay."
Meng Chuan nodded and ate comfortably, "Oh, yeah, Dad, I will tell you something later."
"Don't say it on the dinner table, wait a moment?" Meng Dajiang laughed, "God is mysterious."
Meng Chuan smiled and said to the side girl: "Let's have another big bowl of porridge."
"Yes, young master." Madame immediately helped go to congee.