Disciple, now teach you your mental methods, please remember them well.
When you look for it, when you lose it, when you catch it, when you gather, when you fight, when you combine it, when you get rid of the fetus, when you treat it.
The gods are like pills, and the dantian is abandoned, and wherever the gods arrive, the tools are different from ignorance.
At the extreme of poetry, it is the ultimate martial arts.
I actually went from the sixth grade to the fourth grade to the sword poetry realm.
Master, thank you.
Nothing small.
Master is stingy.
Let me ask you, can you understand the mental method I taught you just now?
Live up to the expectations of the master. Now, even if I don’t have to practice, I can run a small boat in every thirty breaths.
In this way, in less than half a year, I can become a fifth-grade or even a sixth-grade sword poem.
Is the disciple's emperor not bad?
The small boat side between thirty breaths is too slow.
Is this slow? Ordinary swordsmen enter the sword poetry realm, even if they have a full day, they cannot operate a small boat.
My speed is terrifying.
I just said that your mind is unstable and if you make a little progress, you will be unexpressed.
Do you know how many breaths Zhao Lingshuang did in the past?
The disciple doesn't know.
With ten breaths, you can complete a small boat.
What?