Ye Jingyu immediately stepped forward and placed her palm on Lan Ling's temple, slowly infusing a stream of Dragon Power.
Immediately, Lan Ling's head, which was about to split open, gradually calmed down.
"This is a sign of overdraft of mental strength. It's very normal. Every martial artist will experience this kind of pain." Ye Jingyu said, "Next, we'll rest for a few hours and then continue practicing. Come with me."
Lan Ling endured the sharp pain in his head and followed behind Ye Jingyu to the clear lake.
"Are you sure you don't have any Dragon Power in your body now?" Ye Jingyu asked.
Lan Ling shook his head and said, "No, not a bit left."
Ye Jingyu said, "If there is Dragon Power, mental strength will recover very quickly. Without Dragon Power, you will have to rely entirely on your body to recover, which will be relatively slow. Take off all your clothes and sit in the water. Breathe with a tube in your mouth and let the water cover your head. Water is very suitable for the recovery of mental strength. "
Immediately, Lan Ling did not stand on ceremony. He directly took off all his clothes, leaving only a pair of shorts. Then, with a tube in his mouth, he sat directly in the cold and clear lake water. The water covered his head, and only the tube in his mouth was above the water surface.
"Close your eyes and don't think about anything. Enter a state where you seem to be asleep." Ye Jingyu said, "I'll recite the Art of Tranquility for you. You don't need to remember or care what I say. Just listen."
Then, Ye Jingyu sat cross-legged on the lake and began to recite the Art of Tranquility.
Although Lan Ling was completely in the water, Ye Jingyu's voice could still be completely drilled into his ears. It was incomparably clear.
This Art of Tranquility did not have any clear words at all. It was completely like a Sanskrit chant.
As he listened, Lan Ling felt as if he was in an incomparably quiet, incomparably Warlock's illusion.
The water around him seemed to have turned into soft clouds, supporting every part of his body. It was extremely comfortable, as if his entire body did not need to use any strength.
Gradually, he entered a state where he seemed to be asleep. This state was most suitable for the recovery of mental strength.
In less than four hours, Lan Ling's spirit had completely recovered. Four hours of meditation was equivalent to ten hours of sleep.
Then, Lan Ling once again went through mental lock-on training.
His goal was still very simple, which was to use his spirit to lock onto the center of the archery target thirty meters away.
When there was nothing else in his mental illusion except for the origin, it would be considered a success.
With Lan Ling's spiritual talent, it was still possible for him to lock onto a target 30 meters away. However, due to the lack of Dragon Power, he could only lock onto a target for a short time.
After a few minutes, all of his mental power would be used up, and he would have to immerse himself in the lake to recover his mental power.
After deducting the time spent sleeping, he could only practice the Spirit Lock three times a day.
Once, twice, thrice, four times …
Every time his mental power was exhausted, Lan Ling felt as if his head was about to split open.
Every time this happened, he would miss the Fiend Star and the Dragon Power within it. If he had the continuous support of Eros and Dragon Power, Lan Ling could complete the training of mental lock-on in one go.
Finally, after the thirteenth time, Lan Ling completed the practice of mental lock-on thirty meters.
Finally, in his mental illusion, there was nothing but the center of the archery target.
His own mental power had completely locked onto the center of the circle.
At this time, it was the dawn of the fourth day. For the past three days, Lan Ling had to suffer from headaches three times a day.
"You have completed the most basic level of mental lock-on," Ye Jingyu said, "Next, you will use the mental lock-on to practice target shooting."
He shot ten arrows in a row, and the result was eighty points.
After completing this goal, he could shoot the bison and devour its energy.
…
When Lan Ling picked up the bow and arrow again, he was extremely excited. Finally, he did not have to use his spirit to stare at the archery target all the time. He could shoot arrows, even if it was just shooting at the target.
He took a deep breath, put the arrow on the bow, and pulled it suddenly.
His eyes shrank suddenly, and he instantly entered the state of Inverted Moon Secrets. He used his mental power to lock on the bullseye thirty meters away.
Five seconds, ten seconds, fifteen seconds!
He completed the lock-on. In the entire mental illusion, only the bullseye existed.
"Whoosh …" He released his hand.
The arrow flew out immediately.
"Bang!" It hit the target directly, three rings.
Suddenly, Lan Ling's heart was filled with joy and mixed feelings.
First of all, this mental lock-on was really awesome. He had always missed the target before, and even if he hit the target, there were no rings.
But after using the mental lock-on, he directly hit the target by three rings. However, his spirit had already locked on the bullseye. Shouldn't it be ten rings?
As if seeing Lan Ling's doubts, Ye Jingyu said, "Mental lock-on only allows you to aim. But this bow is still a bit unfamiliar to you, and you can't fully control it. So even if your spirit is aimed at the target, there is a deviation in the execution of the body. Do you understand? "
Lan Ling nodded.
"This deviation in the execution of the spirit and body can be corrected after many times of practice." Ye Jingyu said, "Of course, you can only shoot ten arrows at a time. Shoot three times a day. You have to seize every opportunity."
"Understood." Lan Ling said.
After the second arrow was drawn, he once again locked on the target with his mental power.
Then he recalled the deviation in the first shot and made a little correction the second time.
"Whoosh …" An arrow shot out.
Four rings! Not bad, there was progress.
The third arrow, still four rings.
The fifth arrow, five rings.
The sixth arrow, five rings!
…
The tenth arrow, seven rings!
For all the practice after the Dragon Power refinement, Lan Ling relied entirely on his own perseverance and talent. He no longer relied on Eros.
After completing the mental lock-on, there was a qualitative change. But after the first round of ten arrows, the score was fifty-three, and he needed to reach eighty to shoot the bison.
After ten arrows, both Lan Ling's strength and mental power were exhausted.
Next, Ye Jingyu first gave him a full-body massage, and then he immersed himself in the lake again, listening to Ye Jingyu's tranquil formula to recover his mental power.
Four hours later, the second round of test shooting practice was carried out.
This round was better than the first round, a total of sixty rings.
Next, after another four hours of rest and recovery, the third round of test shooting was carried out.
The third round's result was sixty-three rings.
Then, the fourth day of archery practice was over.
At night, Lan Ling didn't need any warning from Ye Jingyu. He lay down in his sleeping bag and fell asleep. He almost didn't even have the strength to speak.
Next, Lan Ling once again entered long-term fixed target practice.
There was only one goal, which was a distance of thirty meters. Ten arrows, eighty rings.
On the fifth day, Lan Ling's best result was sixty-five rings.
On the sixth day, his best result was sixty-eight rings.
On the seventh day, his best result was still sixty-eight rings.
On the eighth day, his best result was sixty-five rings, but he regressed.
At this time, Lan Ling completely felt the boredom and pain of archery practice. It was completely repeated countless times, and after the tenth arrow was completed, his mental power was exhausted. That kind of tiredness, that kind of splitting headache, was completely indescribable.
On the eighth day, instead of improving, Lan Ling originally thought that Ye Jingyu would let him rest for a day, but in the end, it was still normal practice.
Finally, Lan Ling asked, "When you first fixed target shooting, how long did it take you to complete eighty rings with ten arrows?"
"Twenty-seven days," Ye Jingyu said, "That kind of torture and pain is still vivid in my mind."
Lan Ling said, "I remember that your weapon is a scimitar, why can you also shoot arrows?"
Ye Jingyu said, "The Samurai in this world are not so clearly divided. Being a swordsman at the same time doesn't mean that you can't be a one-life assassin. And being a swordsman at the same time doesn't mean that you can't be an archer. "
Lan Ling nodded, understanding.
Next, Lan Ling remembered Ye Jingyu's twenty-seven days. She used twenty-seven days, so he must, must, must be less than her.
On the eighth day, Lan Ling's test results improved by leaps and bounds, directly reaching seventy-two rings.
On the ninth day, Lan Ling's test results reached seventy-five rings.
At this time, he was very close to the eightieth ring. He was very nervous, because the closer he was to the goal, the more difficult it was.
However, the result made Lan Ling extremely surprised.
On the tenth day, he actually directly passed the eightieth ring hurdle, directly reaching the eighty-second ring.
He finally completed the fixed target test shooting practice, and finally could shoot the bison.
After finishing, Lan Ling hugged his bow and squatted directly on the ground, almost crying with joy.
In ten days, he finally completed a distance of thirty meters, shot ten arrows in a row, and scored the goal of eighty rings.
"Sleep, tomorrow morning, we will shoot the bison," Ye Jingyu said.
…
On the eleventh day, before the sky was completely bright, Lan Ling had already woken up. When he turned around, he found that Ye Jingyu was not in the tent, and then the sound of swimming came from the lake outside.
She loved cleanliness very much, and almost every day she bathed.
Therefore, Lan Ling could only lie in the tent, waiting for her to finish bathing.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Ye Jingyu came ashore. At this time, Lan Ling only needed to look outside to see Ye Jingyu's body, but he did not do so, because his heart was full of the first hunting, the first energy absorption.
After Ye Jingyu put on her clothes, she shouted inside, "Okay, you can come out now."
After Lan Ling went out to wash up, Ye Jingyu cooked on the side.
Lan Ling was next to her, wiping his bow and arrows over and over again. Even if an archer used his spirit to lock, it was also very important to be familiar with the bow and arrow. When he completely mastered every inch of the bow and arrow, he could really shoot with 100% accuracy.
"Søren, a martial artist's best weapon is made by himself." Ye Jingyu said, "Because the most important thing in martial arts is the spirit, and only the weapon made by yourself can be connected with your spirit at all times."
Lan Ling nodded, it was true, all the weapons of the masters in this world were made by themselves. It was even better that every piece of ore was dug by themselves.
Ye Jingyu's cooking skills were quite good, completely incomparable to her sister Suo Ningbing, but Lan Ling still ate two big bowls.
At this time, the sky was completely bright, and the bison of the Bison Valley were also coming out to look for food.
"Let's go hunt the bison," Ye Jingyu said.
Lan Ling immediately picked up the bow and arrow and followed.
The entire Bison Valley is about a hundred miles in radius, and there are many bison, often dozens of them gathered together. But now Lan Ling can only shoot the lone ones.
"In front." Ye Jingyu suddenly said, then pointed to a hundred meters ahead, there was a strong bison, where it was leisurely eating grass.
Ye JingYu brought Lan Ling closer and closer. Only when they were within 30 meters of each other would Lan Ling's mental energy be able to lock onto them.
Soon, they were within 30 meters and ambushed behind a mound.
"Don't be nervous, it's normal to miss the first time." Ye Jingyu whispered.
Lan Ling took a deep breath, then drew the bow and arrow, concentrated all his spirit and directly locked on the bison's right eye.
Lock, lock, lock …
Eight seconds later, only this bull's eye existed in Lan Ling's spiritual illusion, the rest was all darkness.
Lock complete!
"Whoosh …" Lan Ling decisively let go, and the sharp arrow shot out.
The bison was shocked and immediately wanted to escape. But it was too late.
"Puff …" The sharp arrow, from its right eye, directly shot into its head.
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