Misty Mountain, West Mountain Pass.
Corpses were everywhere and it was a mess.
The cold wind blew past, making it even more desolate. It was already the coldest time of the year, so the temperature was extremely low. Coupled with the cold wind blowing past, in just half a day, the blood on the ground had already frozen, and the corpses were also frozen solid, as hard as iron and stone. After a while, suddenly, an incomparably gloomy and strange wind blew past.
This gust of wind was extremely cold. After gently brushing the corpses on the ground, the frozen corpses made a soft cracking sound, like the branches in the forest breaking.
They were indeed broken, and it wasn't just one. Close to a hundred corpses in the Western Mountain Pass were blown by the sudden cold wind, and they began to break. They were like pieces of rotten wood that had been left for a long time. Fine lines appeared on their bodies, and they were no longer complete.
The rest of the corpses were all right, they were already dead. Only the corpse of the First Elder, which was just thrown away by the mysterious young man, had an unexpected change.
Like the other corpses in West Mountain Pass, after the cold and strange wind brushed the corpse of the First Elder, his corpse also made several cracking sounds, with broken lines appearing on the surface of his body. When the last sound was heard, the skull of the corpse suddenly cracked open, and a wisp of thin black gas drilled out of the skull. This black gas became more and more dense, as if it was about to condense. However, it was located in the mountain pass and the mountain wind was very strong. This black gas was like smoke and dust, dispersed by the wind. However, unlike ordinary smoke and dust, this black gas was not completely blown away by the wind. It was often carried by the wind to a place several feet away. When the wind stopped, the black gas seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and began to gather in one place again.
The mountain wind was very strong. When one gust of wind weakened, another gust of wind came, endless and endless. Although the strands of black gas were very tenacious, they could not compare to the power of nature since ancient times. In the endless cold wind, they gradually dissipated. In the end, only the last strand was left. It was muddle-headed and slowly drifted down the mountain with the mountain wind.
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The first ray of sunshine in the morning slowly bypassed the towering ridge and spread to the small village at the foot of Misty Mountain.
The weather in the mountains was also like a baby's face, changing at a whim. Yesterday, it was gloomy and cold, with occasional snowflakes drifting down. Today, the sun was shining brightly.
Little Shiba got up very early. He did not know why he felt uncomfortable if he did not move for a day. Because of his injury, he had been lying in bed for several days, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
Today, his fever finally subsided. When he woke up, he only felt refreshed, without any worries. He climbed out of bed lightly, went to the open space under the cliff behind his courtyard, and began to practice Tai Chi.
Different from the past, he practiced a simplified Tai Chi twice, but neither was smooth. As the saying goes, the heart moves according to the will and the Qi moves according to the will. Today, his will and Qi could not be combined. It was not because he had too many distracting thoughts, but because he could feel the flow of qi and blood in his tendons and meridians more clearly than before.
In the eyes of others, he was seriously injured, had a high fever, and was in a coma. But they did not know that during those two days, he did not sleep even for a moment. His whole spiritual mind and spirit were in a strange state, which was caused by his eyes.
At the moment when he was about to be killed by the black bear, there was a very mysterious or wonderful change in his eyes. At that time, he was in a critical situation, but he did not notice anything. But when he was in a coma, he felt that he was floating, like in a dream, into a space of nothingness. This space was like the picture of the universe he saw in his previous life, dark, nothingness, and there was nothing except an eye.
Later on, he discovered that this eye was very likely to be his own eye.
In the void, there was a huge eye floating. This eye was golden, and there were a few strands of strange black patterns at the bottom of the eye. It emitted a faint golden light. This golden light was the only source of light in this void.
At that time, Little Shiba felt like he was floating in this void like a cloud of mist. He could control his "body", and this "body" could move according to his will, but it could only move.
He once tried to move to the location of the huge eye, but no matter how he moved, the eye was always hanging above his head. He could no longer shorten the distance. Similarly, he even suspected that he was not moving in this mysterious void at all. It was only his consciousness that felt like he was moving.
Of course, he could not explain this kind of abstruse and mysterious feeling. He did not know how long he stayed in that void, and then he felt his body tremble. Then, the void disappeared, and so did the eye. He returned to the real world and woke up.
It seemed that everything was over. But in the next few days, he felt his eyes change.
When he focused his consciousness on his eyes, it did not take long for his eyes to go through a series of changes. First, his eyes turned pale golden, with a few strands of faintly visible fine black lines at the bottom of his eyes. They were exactly the same as the huge and mysterious eye floating above his head in that void.
After his eyes changed into this abnormal shape, he could not only see the facts in front of his eyes, but also see the things behind him. That was to say, after his eyes turned pale golden, he could have a 360-degree vision, and there would be no blind spots in his field of vision.
In addition, his eyesight and insight had been greatly enhanced, and he could see clearly the things that were very vague in the distance before. The range of his vision had been expanded several times, and his sensitivity to things had also been greatly enhanced.
The above two points were purely the changes of his eyes.
In addition to these two points, the most important thing was that he could use Inward Vision. As long as his eyes changed into this fiery red color, he could see the situation in his body very clearly, including the flow of blood, the structure of bones, the route of Internal Qi in the tendons and meridians, and even his metabolism. None of these could be hidden from his abnormal eyes.
In addition to the Inward Vision, what he valued more was that his control of Internal Qi had been improved by countless times. Now, he had a very subtle control over his Internal Qi. In the past, he could only rely on his feelings to make the Internal Qi run according to the fixed route of Internal Qi, and he dared not to go any further, for fear of being possessed by the devil. But now, everything was in his eyes. He could stop the running Internal Qi at any time, slow it down, and even turn it around within a range that he could bear. Most importantly, this kind of control was very convenient and beneficial for him to practice the Ignis Skill.
Although the Ignis Skill was only a little more profound than Unusual Strength Qigong, it was, after all, a very advanced method of Internal Strength. There were also some subtle and mysterious points in it, especially the method of absorbing the unique fire element in the Qi of the world into one's body, slowly refining it into one's own Internal Qi, and then expelling the elements of other elements that were absorbed into one's body. This was essentially different from Unusual Strength Qigong, which did not distinguish good from bad. The process of refining and expelling the elements of the world required a strong control over the Internal Qi. This was also the reason why Little Shiba did not practice the Ignis Skill even though he had obtained it. It was because he did not have the confidence to do so. But now, this problem was easily solved.
Of course, this did not mean that Little Shiba had picked up such a big bargain for nothing. At the same time, he also found that it was very exhausting to keep his eyes in this state. Not only did it consume his spirit, but it also put a great burden on his body. With his current body, he could only maintain this state for less than half an hour, which was about 15 minutes, before he reached his limit.
But what did the limit mean?
It meant that he was extremely tired, weak, and fell asleep. He would sleep for a whole day, and his spirit would not be so good the next day. Therefore, after experiencing the limit for the first time, Little Shiba had never maintained this state for such a long time. At most, he could only maintain this state for 10 minutes. With these 10 minutes every day, he could fully understand the situation inside his body and make full preparations for practicing the Ignis Skill.
In the past, he was limited by his lack of control, so he didn't dare to cultivate rashly. But now, after these few days of adaptation and careful observation, even if he didn't maintain the special state of his eyes, he was confident that he could safely cultivate the Ignis Skill. Under such circumstances, he naturally couldn't wait and didn't want to wait.
"Phew!" After practicing a set of extremely ugly Taiji Fist, Little Shiba let out a long sigh, but his face showed a helpless expression.
"No wonder people often say that the ignorant are fearless. I used to think that my Taiji Fist had really reached a certain level, but now I know that what I practiced before was bullshit. Now I have a deeper understanding of the flow of Internal Qi and the movement of Qi and blood. I thought I could improve my Taiji Fist, but I didn't really master it. There is still a long way to go before I can completely master it and integrate it with the Taiji Fist Spirit. Oh, and those Taiji Fist songs that I memorized before, I thought they were useless before. However, after the punch just now, my body's reaction seemed to be able to imprint some of them. No, I have to go back and write down these songs before I forget them. A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. If I forget them one day, I will suffer a great loss!" "No wonder people often say that ignorant people are fearless. In the past, I thought that my Taiji Fist had really reached a certain level. Now I know that what I practiced before was all bullshit. Now I have a deeper understanding of the flow of Internal Qi and the movement of Qi and blood.
Little Shiba stood still and squinted his eyes, thinking slowly. Too many things had happened in the past few days. He had been lying in bed for several days, trying to figure out how to use his eyes, so he had not thought about other things carefully.
My eyes are somewhat similar to the Sharingan. Could it be that I have traveled to the world of Naruto? No, there are no Chinese characters in the world of Naruto, and there are no ninjas in this world. Maybe it is just a coincidence. I just don't know whether my eyes have the ability to copy other people's martial arts! Thinking of this, Little Shiba could not help licking his dry lips. He was suddenly full of interest in his idea and could not help but want to give it a try.
But very quickly, he began to feel discouraged again. In this remote mountain village, who would let him test whether his eyes could replicate martial arts?
The strongest person here was his brother-in-law, Wang Tianlei, and he basically knew all the martial arts that Wang Tianlei knew. In some aspects, he was even more proficient than Wang Tianlei. As for the others, they learned their martial arts from Wang Tianlei, so they were not as good as him!
"Oh!"
Suddenly, Little Shiba's eyes lit up as he thought of a person.
"Wu Qinglong, this guy is the best archer in the village. Not only him, I heard that his father was also the best archer in the village. It is said that they practiced archery handed down from generation to generation. I don't know whether it is true or not. I heard that when the Wu family practiced archery, they never let outsiders watch them. If you want to see them shoot, you can only follow them when they are hunting. It is a pity that I am too young to have the opportunity to follow the hunting team into the mountain. Otherwise, I would have the opportunity to observe!" Little Shiba thought to himself.
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