A moment later, inside the tent.

Zhao Rong changed into a clean and warm robe and lit the candle in front of him.

He wiped the sweat from his neck with a towel, calmed down, and said in his heart:

"Come out here, what happened just now?"

"What's going on?"

Gui's laughter arrived as promised.

"Didn't Young Master Zhao just fight against eighty-one evil dragons in the Heart Lake Abyss? Well, to be honest, I have lived for so many years, but I have never seen a cultivator as powerful as Young Master Zhao who dared to fight against the evil creatures in the Heart Lake."

It thought for a moment, "Well, even you Confucian saints probably don't dare to do that, so you have to avoid it and choose other ways to cultivate your mind. And Young Master Zhao is indeed extraordinary."

Faced with the sword spirit's admiration and praise, Zhao Rong pursed his lips and remained silent.

Sure enough, the next moment, it changed the subject.

"But Mr. Zhao's later behavior seemed to be a bit sincere. Why are you hesitating? Just go down to Qianyuan and have a good fight with them. It made me bored watching from upstairs."

The venomous sword spirit retorted.

Zhao Rong ignored him and frowned, "What did you drop down? Did you do it?"

As he spoke, he suddenly spread out his five fingers, then looked at his palms in the dim candlelight, and his expression became strange.

The changes in his body at this moment made him a little surprised and happy...

"Heh, since you were too scared to retreat, I was kind enough to help you, so I poured some of the dragon energy I had collected down there."

"Dragon Qi?!"

"Well, you drank so much water from the Zhengguan Well before. To be honest, it was a waste. A lot of it was not absorbed and converted."

The sword spirit curled its lips and said, "However, this time I taught you this set of outer-world skills, which is very compatible with your body's transformation into a dragon. In the future, you don't need to waste the well water dragon energy. I can help you put it all into the heart lake and pond abyss."

"Tsk tsk, from what I just saw, the martial arts of that outsider is indeed very suitable for you at this moment."

Zhao Rong frowned, staring at the candlelight in front of him, digesting Gui's words.

There was silence for a moment.

The tent became quiet.

Zhao Rong thought for a while, clenched his fist, and took the initiative to ask: "What happened just now..."

Gui interrupted lazily, "You drink the three cups of well water first. I will put these three portions of dragon energy into my heart. Let's finish the business first and chat later."

"no."

Zhao Rong shook his head and said seriously, "You speak first. This is my cultivation. If it is handled unclearly, wouldn't it be embarrassing?"

The tone brooks no rejection.

He glanced at the three bamboo tubes in front of him, stretched out his hand, and gently pressed on them.

I don’t dare drink anymore, for fear that my body will swell too quickly… and explode.

Gui smiled, "Oh, face..."

The young scholar carefully felt the Dantian in his body and said with his eyes downcast:

"I just entered the Fuyao realm a few days ago. Before tonight, I had just entered and had not stabilized. But now... I have steadily entered the early stage of Fuyao, and it seems that I am almost in the middle stage."

Upon hearing this, the sword spirit chuckled and spoke slowly.

…

It's sad to say.

This was the first time that Zhao Rong experienced the feeling of his cultivation level soaring.

He knew that if he told Gui about his feelings, the latter would definitely say "That's it, that's it" without even thinking.

But Zhao Rong was really a little satisfied.

If Qingjun and Qian'er were both there, when he went back to eat in the evening, he would definitely sit down, wave his hand, and ask Qingjun to serve a few more bowls of rice.

Then, after Qingjun and Qian'er exchanged glances quietly and ate a few mouthfuls of food as if nothing had happened, when Qingjun asked her husband indirectly, he held back his laughter and announced the good news...

In this way, the Zhao family can become lively and festive, just like celebrating the Chinese New Year.

In the old Zhao family, the joy of Zhao Rong breaking through a small level in the Fuyao realm is equivalent to Qingjun Qian'er and others breaking through a major realm of cultivation...

What do you mean by "the waste of a family... not the head of the family"? Huh?

A certain young scholar couldn't help but lean back...

"In fact, it's not that I'm useless, it's really rare.

"A few days ago, I was thinking that I could stabilize the Fuyao realm this month. It would be good enough if I could enter the early stage of Fuyao within three months. But now..."

Zhao Rong took a deep breath, feeling half happy and half worried.

“What on earth was that strange wave rising from the abyss that allowed me to stabilize Fuyao overnight? I haven’t even completed a few Great Circulations yet, but a lot of spiritual energy has already accumulated in my Dantian. If there is more, it will almost be the amount of the middle stage of Fuyao.”

Just as he was carefully observing the changes in his body and muttering to himself, the sword spirit in the lake of his heart had already finished speaking most of the opening pretentious words in a fluent and impressive manner.

Well, before explaining the doubts to Zhao Rong, Gui always had to talk about its glorious deeds in the past.

Then, returning to the real question, Zhao Rong will suddenly realize that the sword spirit was so powerful before...

"Hey, are you listening?"

In the dim tent, someone seemed to notice that someone was distracted and grumbled in dissatisfaction.

Zhao Rong raised his head: "You...well, please continue."

"Listen carefully. Don't think I'm being long-winded. I'm saying all this for your own good. Otherwise, do you think I want to mention the incident of breaking the Fuyao in a breath? This is to motivate you. Motivation, understand?"

“…”

There was silence for a moment.

"Yeah, I see. Inspiration."

The young scholar nodded.

The sword spirit nodded with satisfaction, "Well, which realm did I just talk about, the Golden Core or the Nascent Soul?"

Zhao Rong had no idea about all this and was eager to end the foreplay immediately.

He couldn't help asking:

"Brother Sanbian once told me that martial artists must practice in a down-to-earth manner and not be impetuous or greedy or take shortcuts, especially when they are at the second level of Ascending Heaven and Fuyao. Otherwise, they will pay you back double in the future."

Zhao Rong paused and said:

"Am I going too fast tonight?"

Return: “…”

The air suddenly became quiet for a moment.

The young scholar was stunned and quickly explained: "I mean the spiritual practice. Don't make any associations."

"I know."

The sword spirit asked curiously, "What do you think of it?"

Zhao Rong: “…”

His forehead was dark.

"Then...why did you keep silent just now?"

Gui nodded, "I didn't expect you to ask this question."

"What's the meaning?"

The sword spirit made a 'tsk' sound and said:

"You call this a fast practice? This is just the beginning."

Zhao Rong shook his head and had his own opinion.

"After opening up the meridians required for the Great Circulation in the Ascending Realm, one enters the Fuyao Realm. However, the Fuyao Realm is still not considered the real mountain man in the eyes of the world. Only the Haoran Realm can be considered the real mountain man."

"As I remember, the difference is that the Fuyao realm cannot open up the connection between the small world in the human body and the large world outside the body. What the Fuyao realm needs to do is to allow the Dantian and meridians in the body to adapt to the spiritual energy of the outside world, absorb the spiritual energy on their own, and slowly restore their magic power."

“Haoran, haoran, means that the whole body and bones are connected, and the small world in the human body can be filled with the hao energy of heaven and earth, floating in the air, rising up... This is the real mountain cultivator.”

A look of longing appeared on his resolute face, and his gaze withdrew from his palm.

"Both you and Brother Sanbian said that the entire Fuyao Realm is a process of the body adapting to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Some people are naturally close to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and it is easy for them to enter the Haoran realm, such as you and Qingjun. And some people..."

The young scholar seemed to have thought of something and smiled.

"Well, most people, including this young master, have to slowly adapt to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth... When a cultivator senses the bottleneck of the Fuyao realm and breaks the mirror through poetry, he is actually using the spiritual energy to infuse his body and deliver the finishing touch."

"Brother Sanbian told me a long time ago that after reaching the Fuyao realm, I should practice boxing and walking down to earth, because by tempering the body, it is like forging iron, allowing the spiritual energy to be gradually tempered into the body and slowly accumulate until the body adapts to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."

"The spiritual energy accumulated in this way is the real foundation."

As he said this, he clenched his fists and felt the surging power at the moment.

"During this period, you must avoid using external objects, such as spiritual objects like elixirs. Simply absorbing their spiritual energy will only increase the spiritual energy in your dantian, but it will not bring you much closer to the spiritual energy."

"If this continues, even if I finally use poetry to enter the realm of Haoran, it will be as illusory as a castle in the air."

Gui listened for a while, nodded and said:

"That's pretty much right. Your half-cheap master is a wise master, but from where I stand, he is still a little petty."

"He has the traditional martial arts thinking of the Xuanhuang Realm. His views and methods are a bit old-fashioned and rigid. Haha, but it fits the dull character of that martial artist named Liu."

Without waiting for Zhao Rong to refute, it smiled and said:

“However, he underestimated the previous evildoers throughout the ages.

"Low-grade cultivators are opportunistic, middle-grade cultivators stick to the old ways, high-grade cultivators find new ways, and the best-grade cultivators ..."

The sword spirit slowly stopped making any sound.

Zhao Rong was curious and asked, "What should a top-grade cultivator do?"

However, the next second, he immediately regretted it and wanted to slap himself.

Guiyi sighed: "The top-grade cultivators do nothing. They are all top-grade cultivators, and God has fed them with food, so why should they do anything? Hey, but this is the way of this lord and your wife, you can't learn it..."

Zhao Rong: “…” I knew it.

Gui sighed for a while, and continued excitedly:

"To steadily advance through the Fuyao Realm, there is not only one slow way to do it. There are many ways to get around it, such as the martial artist from the outer realm you met. The martial artist's cultivation method is very interesting. This is why I chose this set of outer realm cultivation methods for you."

"What's the meaning?"

The sword spirit smiled but said nothing.

Zhao Rong held back and frowned, "Are you saying that the spiritual energy that suddenly appeared in my Dantian at this moment is not fake?"

"Where do you think the spiritual energy in your Dantian comes from?"

The sword spirit suddenly asked.

The young scholar was silent for a moment.

"Dragon Qi. The thing you just threw into the Heart Lake to feed the evil dragon..."

He lowered his eyes, the white substance he had just seen flashed before his eyes, and he pursed his lips and said:

"Those evil dragons at the bottom of the lake were fighting for the dragon energy in the abyss. Then I found that there was a strange wave of power coming from the bottomless abyss, which turned me into a pure green colored dragon carp... Well, it should be a dragon carp. After waking up, my cultivation level increased."

"So, isn't it related to the dragon energy?"

Zhao Rong couldn't help but glance at the three bamboo tubes in front of him.

Wow, he has found the way to make a fortune. In the future, his cultivation will soar, he will reach the peak of his life, and marry... Well, in this respect, he is already a winner in life, and marrying more would be too much.

Gui: "Oh, Mr. Zhao is quite observant."

"So this is the spiritual energy taken from the dragon's energy..." Zhao Rong murmured, looking up, "Isn't this still empty talk? It's just a castle in the air that Brother Sanbian is talking about."

The sword spirit smiled.

It whispered, "Yes and no."

"Don't keep me in suspense. Tell me now."

Gui asked directly, "Do you finally understand the use of the pool of evil dragons I gave you? Are you not going to complain about me causing you trouble?"

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and did not answer, but suddenly said with a firm tone:

"This heart lake filled with evil dragons is the strange martial arts of that outsider warrior!"

The sword spirit smiled and said, "You're not stupid at all."

Zhao Rong paused, then asked himself:

"The more evil dragons there are, the more beneficial this strange technique is? Judging from your tone, that should be the case... By the way, how come I practice this outer-world technique? You didn't even tell me before, and I thought you were going to make promises to me again, and you're still not teaching me the outer-world technique."

"Oh, so in your eyes, I am such a person, doing such boring things."

Zhao Rong really wanted to nod and say, "What else? Isn't it?", but he had to go back to the topic at the moment, and it was not appropriate to anger the sword spirit tonight.

Seeing that Zhao Rong was guilty and silent, Gui hummed twice in a proud manner. Zhao Rong secretly guessed that he must have crossed his arms in his heart at this moment...