Constantly practice, constantly comprehend.
Before Dahyunro Hand merged with Xuan Kong Quan, it was also a fourth-grade method, and may not be more brilliant than Xuan Kong Quan.
This situation caused Zhang Ye's original perfect combat system to now have an entirely different system with the addition of the Great Heavenly Net Hand.
Before finding a way to link and communicate between the two fragments, his true strength had not undergone any substantial change. At most, there were just some additional ways of adapting in battle.
Unlike the difficulties in the previous Hequan Jue, after merging with Tai Shang Jue last time, Zhang Ye's self-modified Wupin Jue is extremely exquisite, always carrying his bravery and progress.
The accumulation of Fa Li has always been a slow process, and the higher you go, the slower it gets. But because Zhang Ye's physique is particularly special, and his Fa Jue is also self-cultivated five-product Fa Jue, his progress is extremely fast. From the last battle summary, in just one month, he once again felt that kind of true energy overflowing, filling up his meridians with a sense of pleasure.
As expected, it's about to break through and enter the second layer.
In addition, Zǐ Yī also seems to have reached a critical moment, as she has hardly woken up in the past month and hasn't spoken a word to Zhang Ye.
As a result, Zhang Ye once again had some of the same lonely yet not desolate mindset as before. While worrying about Ziyue, he would often stare blankly at the starry sky on nights.
When Zhang Ye looks at the starry sky, he thinks of Dashi Jie. Since he has memory, the most sincere concern he can feel is from Dashi Jie and Ziyi.
On the surface, one is nervous and tactless, the other is cold and unsmiling, but can things always be as they seem on the surface?
As before, whenever Zhang Ye thought of his senior sister, he would always associate her with the tender sprout in the Seven Treasures Gourd.
The golden buds have finally regained their former luster under careful care, and the bitter taste has become even more intense.
It's suddenly deep autumn. Zhang Ye never changed direction and continued heading east.
Just like before he had no dreams, now he has no goals, just wanting to keep walking, walking to the ends of the earth.
In his heart, he had something on his mind, and it also made Zhang Ye's childish face look more mature. Every time he thought of Ziyao and Dashi, the sparkle in his eyes became even more dazzling.
Su Qing, who was standing beside him, finally couldn't bear it anymore. He dragged the little guy to the riverbank and looked down, the reflection in the water showed a young man with an unshaven beard covering his face, emitting a sweaty smell from his body.
Zhang Ye was suddenly speechless with laughter?
Su Qing forced the little guy to strip off all his clothes at once and wash him clean in the clear river.
He and Zhang Ye's feelings deepened day by day, Su Qing's emotions became more subtle than usual, not as unrestrained as before. When bathing the little guy, his slender yet well-proportioned figure would make this normally fierce Su Qing blush and skip a beat...
It's been three months since I left the mountain gate. The maple leaves that originally filled the mountains and fields are now flying all over the sky in the increasingly fierce autumn wind.
Sitting on the mountain top, Zhang Ye's beautiful robe fluttered in the wind. Holding a jug of wine, he slowly drank.
To say that this trip out, in addition to the tempering of the heart and cultivation, probably the greatest gain is learning how to "drink wine". He doesn't drink much, but every time he passes through a secular place, he must enter the city to reward the vendors and laborers, then buy a pot of wine and listen to books.
The Taoist looked down on the secular world, regarding merchants and traders as pigs and dogs. In this regard, even Zǐyī couldn't avoid being worldly. Every time they stayed in the secular world to listen to books, the rarely speaking Zǐyī would always urge them to leave.
So slowly, Zhang Ye got into the habit of bringing a jug of wine, finding a high mountain ridge to drink in the wind.
"Master, it's deep autumn now, Qing'er is cold and can't stand the wind chill on the mountain top." Su Qing has been acting smart lately, referring to herself as "Qing'er".
Zhang Ye said: "When we return to the sect this time, I will ask Eldest Senior Sister to take charge and teach you the key to the technique."
Su Qing curiously said: "Young Master, you're so formidable, defeating all these people. Can't you teach me?"
Zhang Ye said, "Senior sister is much more powerful than me. She's a kind person and will give you whatever you want. Besides, I'm just the lowest-ranking outer disciple at the mountain gate, I don't have the qualifications to pass on our sect's techniques to others."
Su Qing said, "From your words, I feel that you are not valued, unhappy in the sect, why should we be restricted by them. Leaving the sect, establishing another school, being free and easy, isn't it better?"
"No. As long as Master is in the sect for one day, Zhang Ye will follow Master, I don't have a grand dream. I just want to follow the person who cares about me." Zhang Ye said.
Su Qing said: "Young Master... every time you mention Eldest Senior Sister, you always say it like that. Is she really that good?"
"She saved my life. When others bullied me, cheated me, ordered me around and framed me, she protected me and called me home for dinner. I don't know how good that is. I just followed her forever." Zhang Ye said with a harmless tone.
"Master, someone is coming..." Su Qing stuck closer again, two very plump white rabbits rubbed against Zhang Ye's arm.
For a long time, Purple Clothes first appeared in Zhang Ye's mind.
Zhang Ye rarely had the chance to talk to her and entered the chat room: "Do you want to chat?"
"We should be near the seaside by now." Zi Yi said thoughtfully, "Then let's set sail and continue east. If I'm not mistaken, there's an island where cultivators gather, let's go take a look."
Zǐ Yī was using the word "zánmen" for the first time.
Zhang Ye didn't refuse either, nodding and saying, "Compelled by the island, let's set off."
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They walked in the direction indicated by Ziyi for two days and arrived at the seaside.
This is the most shocking scene imaginable, with waves crashing against the shore and strong winds howling. The visibility is very far, tens of miles away from the sea surface, stormy rain, wave after wave, one after another, high waves of over ten miles are roaring.
Although he had prepared himself, seeing this scene still made Zhang Ye's heart skip a beat, and he couldn't help but marvel at the majesty of nature.
"Are you sure that island has been there for ten thousand years?" Zhang Ye asked.
"Uncertain," said Ziyi Dao.
"Never mind, let's just go for a ride!" Zhang Ye put Su Qing into the gourd and shot up into the sky.
Relying on the purple garment to guide the direction, flying towards the direction where the waves are most turbulent.
The foundation's repairer can't fly very fast, not even as fast as a crane. Nor can he fly very high, about 100 miles offshore, the sky is dark, and purple lightning flashes across Zhang Ye's head again and again. One after another, huge waves rose up, several times almost pulling Zhang Ye down to sea to feed the big fish.
This is also a kind of experience.
Zhang Ye flew against the waves while relying on his instincts to dodge lightning and danger, his true energy rapidly circulating within his body, allowing him to control his flight more skillfully.
Unknown how far, unknown how many storms were avoided, flying over the sea for seven days, consuming 45 Gathering Yuan Pills, finally calm and peaceful, an island slowly appeared in sight.
There are less than thirty elixirs left now, and it's a bit uncertain whether I can make it back.