The strongest collapse system

Chapter 686

Dagan Dynasty No.60 New Year has finally arrived.

The entire city of Yujing started from the night of New Year's Eve, and the sound of firecrackers roared continuously. move.Scholars, farmers, businessmen, literati, and fools all took to the streets to celebrate the arrival of the New Year.

Daqian Emperor Yang Pan did not stay in the palace either, but came to the Wufeng Tower to observe the lights all over the city with many concubines and princes.

Countless fireworks soaring into the sky seemed to mark the peak of the Daqian dynasty's national fortune.

On this night, everyone was intoxicated with excitement. The common people had their own way of celebrating the New Year and took to the streets to join in the fun, while the rich families gathered together to watch the New Year, grilling animal charcoal, eating delicious food and drinking drinks.

This is the case in Wu Wenhou's mansion.

The owner of Hou Mansion, Hong Xuanji, was not in the mansion, but was called by the emperor to watch the prosperous night scene together on Wufeng Tower, which is a great honor.

Without the main heart, the three houses of the Hou Mansion will live in their own way. Mrs. Zhao of the first room is in the same group, Mrs. Fang in the second room is in the same group, and Madam Rong in the third room is in the same group. There is no usual disagreement between face and heart, but I am at ease. too much.

But these have nothing to do with Wang Fan and Hong Yi.

In the small courtyard room, both Wang Fan and Hong Yi were meditating and practicing, very deserted.

Originally, Hong Yi planned to buy some new year's goods and have a New Year's Eve dinner with Wang Fan, but Wang Fan refused. In desperation, Hong Yi had to imitate Wang Fan's appearance, and started to meditate after eating dinner early.

Hong Yi sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes were slightly closed, his body was upright and motionless, and he entered a stable state.

But he was silently mobilizing his soul, concentrating his energy on his eyes, then opened them suddenly, and looked at a lice caught on the window.

At this moment, in his eyes, the lice were as big as a wheel!

"Okay, I finally cultivated to the state of Ji Chang in the story! Treat the small as the big, and see the small to know the work!"

Hong Yi jumped up from the bed, grabbed the chestnut wooden bow next to him, put on a wooden arrow, pulled it into a full moon, and shot it out with a bang.

Snapped!
There was a soft sound, and the louse hung in the middle of the arrow branch was nailed to the wooden lattice of the window, crushing it into a black mud.

Hong Yi got up and went to the window, and pulled out the arrow.

"Although it's within ten steps, it's not yet a hundred steps, but the practice of bow and arrow has reached the realm of entering the room." Hong Yi was a little happy.

He put down the arrows, sat down to rest, closed his eyes and rested. After his energy and strength were restored, he walked out of the room with his bow, went to the small courtyard, and began to look up at the stars in the sky, and then stopped setting up arrows. Just bluffing.

"Bow left and right!"

"Bow on all sides!"

Hong Yi made a series of false shots, and the bowstring exploded, as if he wanted to cut the air into pieces. He was drenched in sweat, profusely sweating, all the muscles were bulging, and the muscles were bulging, with sharp lines.

Click click click!Snapped!

After a series of false shots, the chestnut bow finally couldn't withstand Hong Yi's huge power, made an overwhelmed sound, and finally broke suddenly.

Whoosh!

Hong Yi panted quickly, looking at the broken chestnut wooden bow in his hand, he didn't have the slightest regret, on the contrary, he felt a sense of joy in his heart.

"I have finally cultivated to the level of a martial artist." Hong Yi said in his heart.

Opening bows in all directions is the standard for assessing the realm of martial arts students in the "Martial Arts Hall" of the Dagan army.

If you do this, you are a martial arts student, and if you break your bow, you have already surpassed a martial arts student and reached the realm of a martial arts apprentice.

"Hey, Ah Yi, although this bow is not as good as the one Luo Yun gave you, it still costs seven taels of silver. It's my salary for more than half a month. Is it okay to just break it like this?" Wang Fan's voice came from inside the room. Passed out.

Hong Yi looked at the broken bow in his hand, and the joy in his heart suddenly disappeared.

"Uncle Wang, forgive me, please eat chicken."

Hong Yi immediately got up and went back to the room, and took down a clay pot from the brazier shelf, a chicken was stewed in it, the smell was tangy, and it was already stewed.

……

After comforting Wang Fan, Hong Yi drank a bowl of chicken soup himself, and immediately felt warm and indescribably comfortable in his exhausted body.

"I'm busy practicing martial arts these days, and I'm a bit negligent about the cultivation of the soul. Only cultivating the nature and not the life, this is the number one disease of cultivation. Only cultivating the life without resting the sex, but it is not enough. Only the body is strong, the soul is strengthened, and the life is the same as the cultivation. , is the right way."

Hong Yi sat down on the chair and began to practice the method of visualization in the Amitabha Sutra to strengthen the origin of the soul.

Close your eyes and concentrate, visualize the stars in the starry sky, and then visualize the endless rays of stars shooting over, penetrating your brain inch by inch.

All kinds of hallucinations come one after another.

After sticking to these illusions, the soul is tempered, and the source of the soul will grow stronger.

If you can't persist, then your soul will be severely injured and you will feel dizzy.

Hong Yi has practiced many times and has never failed. With sufficient experience, he began to face the first illusion.

The first illusion is just the breeze blowing on the body, the body is cool, and there is a breath of fresh air in the pores of the whole body, the whole person is floating like a fairy, extremely comfortable.This feeling of comfort goes deep into the bone marrow, somewhat similar to the "fushou balm" recorded in the book.

This kind of comfortable feeling, even steadfast warriors, warriors, even innate warriors and grand masters can't resist the temptation. Hong Yi was able to persist in the past only by visualizing the image of Amitabha.

Only this time it was different.

Before Hong Yi visualized the Amitabha statue, the tide-like pleasure became more and more intense, and soon overwhelmed him.

The comfortable feeling brought to Hong Yi by the breeze blowing on his body was ten times stronger than when he was practicing a few days ago!
Boom!

Hong Yi finally couldn't bear it any longer, and he groaned in comfort, and fell on the bed. It took a long time to wake up, his whole body was covered in cold sweat, and his mind was dizzy.

Practice failed!
Hong Yi no longer visualized the starlight entering his mind, but directly visualized the statue of Amitabha and began to repair his soul. A giant Buddha appeared in his mind, and the eternal and silent artistic conception was conveyed.

Soon, the injured soul recovered.

"Why is it so many times stronger this time than last time?" Hong Yi began to think, "My soul is obviously several times stronger than last time, why can't I hold on this time? Could it be that the Tao is one foot taller and the devil is one foot taller?" Husband!"

Hong Yi quickly thought of the reason.

In the final analysis, the stars and stars entering the brain do not really exist, but are imagined by Hong Yi's soul, and these illusions actually originate from Hong Yi's soul.

In other words, the stronger Hong Yi's spirit, the stronger the phantom!

"Wait... I seem to have seen a solution somewhere..." Hong Yi frowned and thought about it, and the next moment a divine light shot out from his eyes.

"There will be no birth scriptures in the future!"

(End of this chapter)