Under high pressure, penance became his only choice.

"A Brief Analysis of Dantian" talks about the cultivation of Dantian, which is "refining the spirit to return emptiness". Jin Ziming's understanding of the so-called "returning emptiness" is to emptiness the body.

He recalled that when he was in the dark forest and fighting against the foundation-building monks of the Honghai Sect, he suddenly felt that everything in his skin became like air. Is this a state that he was in before?

Unfortunately, these two wonderful experiences have never been repeated again.

Perhaps, if you want to refine the upper Dantian, you must first be able to use high frequency, and even have that special feeling of only skin remaining, and only air or spiritual energy remaining in the bag at any time.

Even if one day, this last layer of skin will disappear, the whole body will become nothingness and turn into air or spiritual energy.

Can spiritual consciousness drift with the wind, or even teleport? Is this "refining the spirit to return to the void"?

Jin Ziming once imagined that from Baihui to Weulu, there were three shiny balloons strung on a bright tube, which were his three Dantians.

He felt inexplicably excited. One day, if it could be realized, he would be able to recreate the thrill of grilling three sweet potatoes with an iron solder in the Longxiang Gang.

The Longqing Sect arranged public lectures for new disciples. Jin Ziming went to attend a few times, but felt that it was flashy and not very helpful to him.

So he only listened to the basic theories of spiritual practice, and spent the rest of the time practicing alone.

He was only on good terms with Zeng Ze, and sometimes the two of them would go to Fangshi to get together, and occasionally Lao Huang would also attend.

For some unknown reason, this guy is always cautious when dealing with them.

When they met in the party, they either pretended not to know each other, or they only made casual eye contact and never took the initiative to talk about anything, which made Jin Ziming think he was quite eccentric and mysterious.

Days passed by and more than half a year passed, and Jin Ziming's practice showed some improvement.

The tightness in the lower Dantian is getting stronger and stronger, and the balloon is getting bigger and brighter. This is a sign that it is about to break through to the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining Stage.

While meditating and exhaling, through deep tranquility, the state of only remaining skin reappeared six times during this period.

The soul needles have become stronger, and they can now send out three in a row to attack, but each one is weaker than the last.

By wielding the "Basic Sword Technique" thousands of times every day, he has achieved the state of integrating human and sword.

Since Zeng Ze said this was a bad street move, it would lose its sense of sanctity in front of him.

He began to modify it at will according to his own ideas. He would modify it as he wanted to make the sword more smooth and more powerful.

After some random attempts, he decided to change it from the inside out, starting with changing the internal air circulation route.

The goal is to make the Qi movement smoother and the spiritual energy transport faster. To this end, he has requisitioned many self-built pipelines that go directly to Dantian.

Then remove some redundant movements and add a few new ones to make yourself more comfortable when drawing the knife.

After he finished changing all the changes, he found that this was a set of sword skills tailor-made for him, and it only suited him.

Swinging the knife becomes more efficient, the flow of Qi becomes smoother, the Qi mechanism becomes more powerful, and the moves begin to become weird and unpredictable.

If other disciples use common sense to deal with this "basic sword technique", they will definitely suffer big losses.

Apart from practicing, gatherings were still held intermittently. Lao Huang became more and more decadent, and Zeng Ze sometimes frowned because of his bleak future.

One night, Lao Huang said that he was in a good mood these past two days and took the initiative to make an appointment for a drink. Jin and Zeng went there happily. When the wine was full, Lao Huang said with a smile:

"I recently managed to catch up with Elder Qi from the outer sect and started helping him with some trivial matters.

Elder Qi had a good impression of me, saying that I was low-key and able to endure hardships. After some time, he would try to help me get a deacon position.

Come on, come on, let me toast you two little brothers, Lao Huang, I am finally about to make it through."

Then he mentioned something inadvertently, which greatly aroused Jin Ziming's interest.

"A few days ago, Elder Qi's second son went home to visit relatives, and the elder was very happy.

Yesterday, a fellow student of the Second Young Master came to visit, and I went to the teleportation array to pick him up at home.

Later, I heard the two of them mentioning their sect at the banquet, which was really enviable, and even the third son of the Qi family was tempted.

That sect is a newly rising second-level sect in Nanfeng Continent, called Lingyun Sect, which is developing very fast.

The benefits for disciples are unimaginably good. New disciples in the outer sect's foundation-building period can receive one hundred middle-grade spiritual stones every month, while our inner-sect foundation-building disciples of Longqing Sect only receive ten middle-grade spiritual stones every month.

ah!

The Lingyun Sect is expanding rapidly and is now recruiting a large number of new disciples, and the threshold has been relaxed a bit, so any foundation-building monks who are not over thirty years old can try it."

After Zeng Ze heard this, he was filled with envy. Unfortunately, he was only in the middle stage of Qi refining and was still far from establishing the foundation. What's more, as a blue-label disciple, he couldn't leave.

Seeing that Jin Ziming was silent, Lao Huang quickly reminded:

"Zi Ming, are you tempted? Be careful and don't reveal anything.

Our sect is like this. For green-card disciples, he can eliminate you, but if you want to leave voluntarily, it is absolutely impossible.

But once you become a blue-label disciple, you have no choice but to keep carrying it on, and you won’t even have the chance to be eliminated.”

Jin Ziming returned to his residence and fell into deep thought. Continuing to spend time in the Longqing sect was of little significance to his own practice.

He is not from Junlan Kingdom, nor does he have a special physique, so it is impossible to get support from the sect.

Even if he followed Lao Huang's example and went to the camp, it would probably be of little use, not to mention he didn't have the time or interest to do it.

Since the Lingyun Sect's treatment is so generous, and presumably they won't be stingy in terms of skills, etc., why don't you fight for it yourself?

The only chance to leave the Long Qing sect safely is the annual assessment of the green-label disciples in two months, when there will be ten elimination places.

How to get one for himself? He thought for a long time and finally thought of a way.

Since these grandsons pretend to be elegant and like to gain fame, I will show them slovenliness and vulgarity starting from tomorrow.

Back then, there were many strong men like this in the Longxiang Gang, so it shouldn't be too easy to learn.

Jin Ziming always did what he thought about without looking ahead or behind. He didn't rinse his mouth or take a shower that night. He wore the same clothes he wore when drinking and fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I didn't wash my face or comb my hair. Instead, I twisted it with my hands, making it even more messy and giving my hair a bit of a chrysanthemum look.

Then he started to practice "basic knife skills". After the big man was wet, the "sweat" and the "wine" from last night were intertwined to form a new type of "scent", which was really not too good.

He swaggered out and asked around where there were classes today. The more people there were in the lectures, the more he had to squeeze in.

The "strong fragrance" that permeates his body makes others make way for him even if they are far away. No matter how crowded the class is, his surroundings will become a vacuum.

Originally, many male disciples expected to be able to quietly smell the fragrance of their seniors and sisters during class, but since this guy came to attend the class, this dream that had been easily realized before was shattered.

The daughter's fragrance was completely suppressed, and only Jin Ziming's body fragrance permeated the entire classroom.

The disciples had no choice but to downgrade their wishes by countless levels, saying that as long as this suddenly diligent and eager to learn bastard did not sit in the upper wind during class, they would be thankful.

But this goddamn thing, whether intentionally or unintentionally, always gets the upper hand inadvertently and makes everyone miserable.

Facing this weirdo, the "gentlemen" of the Long Qing sect could not argue with him because he was full of foul words and always took advantage of others.

Some female disciples began to skip classes, and some even went to Fengji Hall to complain.

The three neighbors were also surprised. This man didn't like to listen to lectures before, so why is he so diligent now? And he is also so slovenly and unkempt.

They couldn't help but ask Jin Ziming, but the answer they received was:

"This is my true nature now. The neatly dressed human-like look in the past made me feel sick. I really can't pretend anymore, and I don't want to pretend anymore."

After a month, no matter the elders, deacons, or students, they all had a very bad opinion of this guy. Feng Jitang warned him several times. Who knows that this dead pig is not afraid of boiling water and still goes his own way.

Due to his "excellent" performance, he was honored to receive the nickname "Fly", but this guy was not ashamed of it, but proud of it.

Jin Ziming felt that he had made great achievements, so he asked Lao Huang to inquire privately whether the elimination spot was beckoning to him?

The answer is cruel, Lao Huang’s reply is:

"Although you have a bad reputation now, you already have intentions for the ten elimination places.

It is mainly aimed at those disciples who are in the late stage of Qi refining and have very poor qualifications, or those who have offended the elders. I think you have no chance."

Jin Ziming lamented that this didn't work, so he had to add more ingredients.

In the afternoon of that day, there was an activity called "Lanxiang Sword Club", which was a fellowship established by Longqing Sect in order to enhance the relationship between disciples and stimulate their enthusiasm for learning swordsmanship.

It is held almost every month, and handsome men and beauties gather every time. As long as they are from the outer sect, new and old disciples can participate.

Jin Ziming had been there once, and what impressed him most was the large number of young male cultivators pursuing a blue-label junior sister named Xu Jieying. That was called a lick, and he despised it extremely.

As for the "elegant" swordsmanship at the Sword Fair, he also complained that "the chickens and dogs are vulnerable to a single blow. A single basic swordsmanship move can knock them flying."

Since I haven't thought of a better way to sneak into the elimination list, for the time being, I can only continue to follow the original plan and go to such a grand event to ruin the place and spread the atmosphere.

I sweated so much during my sword practice this morning that even Jin Ziming couldn't stand the sour smell and couldn't help but sigh.

He took out a piece of washed clothes, crumpled it, threw it on the ground and stepped on it, then put it on with satisfaction. Without taking a shower, he walked directly towards the "Lanxiang Sword Club".


Chapter completed!