The 60th New Year of the Da Qian Dynasty had finally arrived.
The entire Jade Capital City was filled with the sound of firecrackers from night until midnight. It did not stop until midnight!
The streets were decorated with lanterns and colored banners. There were dragon lantern dancers, people singing and dancing, and people selling food. Commoners, merchants, and scholars also walked onto the streets to join in the liveliness and celebrate the nation's fate that had been decided in the past sixty years.
In the Wufeng Restaurant in the palace, the Emperor, the Empress, the concubines, and the princes were all watching the lights in the city.
The countless fireworks that soared into the sky seemed to signify that the Great Qian Dynasty had truly reached its peak.
Yujing City was the largest city in the world. The customs of the New Year were different from other places. From New Year's Eve to the fifteenth, the dragon lanterns and fireworks were enough to make foreign envoys feel the power and prosperity of the nation.
On this night, everyone was immersed in the excitement. The commoners had their own way of celebrating the New Year. They went out on the streets to celebrate, but the rich families gathered together to celebrate the New Year. Animals were roasted over charcoal, and all kinds of snacks, fruits, milk, and tea were eaten.
Marquis Wu Wen's residence was also very lively.
However, today, Marquis Wu Wen and Hong Xuanji were not in the residence. Instead, they were summoned by the Emperor to the Wufeng Restaurant to enjoy the night view. This was a great honor.
Without the backbone, the branches did not gather together to celebrate the New Year. Instead, they went their separate ways. The main residence of the first branch was in one group, the second branch Yuntingzhai was in another group, and the third branch Lantingzhai was in another group.
However, this had nothing to do with Hong Yi. The bustling outside made the courtyard that he lived in seem especially deserted.
For some reason, the more lively it was outside, the calmer and more distant he felt.
He sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed. His body was upright and motionless, as though he had entered a peaceful state.
In fact, he was silently thinking and directing his mental energy to his eyes. Then, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at a louse that was caught on a thin string on the window of the table.
This louse was still alive and was swinging around in the air. In addition, it was smaller than a grain of rice and the light was dim. Even a person with good eyesight would have a hard time seeing it clearly.
However, when Hong Yi looked at it, it seemed to be as big as a fist. The carapace on its body was clear, and he could even see the strength of its six legs as it violently bounced up.
After seeing it clearly, Hong Yi abruptly stood up from the bed, grabbed the bow beside him, nocked a wooden arrow, and pulled the chestnut-horned natural silk bow into a full moon shape. With a bang, the arrow shot out.
Ka-cha! The arrow hit the hanging louse, directly nailed to the wooden lattice of the door and window.
Hong Yi got up and walked to the window. He pulled out the arrow and found that the louse on the tip of the arrow had been nailed deep into the wooden lattice. It was dead.
"Although it's only within ten steps, it's already a testament to my achievements. I didn't train for nothing these past few days. "
After shooting this arrow, Hong Yi placed the bow on his knees and silently circulated his spirit. When his spirit and strength were full, he raised the bow and walked out of the door. He looked up at the starry sky, but he didn't nock the arrow. He just drew the bow and shot.
"Shoot from left and right!"
In the starry sky, he drew the bow three times in a row. As the sound of the bowstring rang out, Hong Yi did a big flip and transferred the bow to his right hand. He pulled the string with his left hand and shot a feint to the left.
After the feint to the left, Hong Yi did another big flip and transferred the bow to his left hand. He pulled the string with his right hand and shot a feint to the right.
This series of shots caused the bowstring to explode. The sound of the bowstring vibrating seemed to cut open the air. Hong Yi's whole body was drenched in sweat. His veins were bulging, and large chunks of his flesh were also bulging, squeezing and connecting with each other.
However, Hong Yi still didn't stop. He twisted his waist and let out a loud roar. Up, down, left, and right, he drew the bow in all directions. The huge pulling force of his arms made the chestnut-horned bow creak, as if the dried wood was cracking.
Bang! Kacha!
After a series of false shots, this fine bow finally couldn't withstand Hong Yi's pull. In an instant, the string broke, and the bow was also destroyed.
In the time it took to quickly draw the bow, the chestnut-horned natural silk bow had actually been forcefully pulled apart.
Hu hu! Hu hu!
Hong Yi panted rapidly as he looked at the broken bowstring in his hands. However, he didn't feel the slightest bit of pity for this bow that was worth seven taels of silver. On the contrary, he felt a kind of joy.
Drawing the sixty jin natural silk bow up, down, left, and right, and shooting in all directions. This was the standard of the military's "Martial Lecture Hall" test to enter the Martial Saint realm.
Hong Yi knew that by directly breaking the bow, he had already steadily entered the Martial Saint realm. He had steadily entered the Martial Disciple realm.
"These few days of hard work in archery have not been wasted."
After buying the bow from Guanlou, Hong Yi had completely shut himself in training. Every day, other than meditating and meditating on the Amitabha Sutra, he would use the "Demon Ox's Fist of Great Strength" method to draw the bow.
The "Demon Ox's Fist of Great Strength" was the most exquisite martial art in the world that trained the muscles, tendons, and membranes. Naturally, there was a special set of posture for drawing the bow. When drawing the bow, all the muscles in the body would twist together, and all of them would be transferred to the hands. Then, as the bowstring shot out, it would shake.
Every time he drew the bow, it was equivalent to twisting, twisting, twisting, and shaking all of the muscles in the body.
Furthermore, the drawing of the bow in the "Demon Ox's Fist of Great Strength" actually had the visualization of the soul mixed in.
Every time before Hong Yi drew the bow, he had to meditate and stabilize his soul. Then, he would move it to his eyes. Then, he would open his eyes and observe something from a few hundred steps away, using his soul to reach the object. Half the day, he would observe the birds in the trees, and at night, he would observe the stars. Finally, he would meditate and focus his soul on the arrow to conquer a strong city and kill a strong enemy. Finally, he would stand up and draw the bow.
This was a set of martial arts that trained accuracy and concentration.
Clang!
Throwing the two halves of the bow on the ground, Hong Yi got into a stance and threw out his fists. Using the "Demon Ox Stomping Its Hooves" style, he punched in all directions.
He was using the method of drawing the bow just now to punch. Every punch was made by twisting the muscles in the whole body, as if he was drawing an invisible bow. Then, his fists would shoot out like an arrow.
At this moment, after throwing away the bow in his hand, his fists were no longer restrained. There was a swift and fierce feeling of flying.
The drawing of the bow in the "Demon Ox's Fist of Great Strength" turned into a fist strike, the "Demon Ox's Flurry Arrow Style".
After playing around in all directions, Hong Yi finally felt that he had used up all of his strength. He immediately got up and went back to his room to avoid the cold wind. After waiting for his breathing to stabilize, he boiled water and took a bath.
There was a chicken stewing on the stove on the brazier. It was also giving off a fragrant smell. It was done.
After taking a bath, Hong Yi drank a bowl of soup and felt indescribably comfortable.
"I've been busy practicing martial arts these days and haven't tried to leave my body with my soul. Moreover, these days of drawing the bow and training strength have also nourished my soul. I should practice the visualization method of the Amitabha Sutra again. "
Hong Yi felt that his spirit was complete, his body had become strong, and his soul had also been nourished. Thus, he sat still and began to practice the visualization method of the Amitabha Sutra.
He closed his eyes and focused, storing the starry sky in his mind. Endless light rays shot over and entered his brain inch by inch.
As expected, once it entered his brain, all kinds of illusions came one after another.
The first one was still the same as before. His whole body was blown by the wind, and clear air was emitted from his pores.
Hong Yi was prepared to persevere, but who knew that this feeling did not pass because of his perseverance. Instead, it became more and more intense!
With Hong Yi's current concentration, he actually couldn't withstand it. He was about to lose himself in this feeling.
Today, the feeling of the wind brushing his body was ten times stronger than the first time!
Boom!
Hong Yi finally couldn't bear it anymore. His whole body was so comfortable that he moaned. He fell on the bed and woke up after a long time. His whole body was covered in cold sweat and his mind was groggy.
"How come I can't even withstand the first round? My soul is injured."
With experience, Hong Yi knew that the feeling of dizziness in his mind was due to the injury to his soul.
Practicing visualization could train the soul, but if one couldn't guard it, it would also severely damage the soul.
This time, Hong Yi didn't guard it and his soul was injured.
But luckily, he had the Amitabha Sutra visualization method to repair his soul.
After visualizing the Amitabha Sutra once, Hong Yi fell into a deep sleep. The next day, he felt refreshed again.
But he fell into deep thought.
"I passed the first time so smoothly. Why is the second time ten times stronger than the first? My soul is strengthened, but I can't pass it? What's going on? Could it be … the stronger the god, the stronger the devil? That's right. "
The stronger the soul, the stronger the devil he visualized. Because the devil was formed from his own thoughts.
"Only my soul can roam at night. The things I visualize are already this strong. If I cultivate to the level of controlling things, then it won't be like when I visualize Asura Hell. Those devils will directly appear in the form of Yin God!"
At the end of cultivation, the visualized devil will condense into a physical body. It will eat your flesh and drink your blood!
Hong Yi finally understood. Every time he advanced a realm, the Amitabha Sutra would be ten times harder to cultivate.
The stronger the god, the stronger the devil!
The higher the dao, the higher the devil!
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