Evil Master and Disciple

Illusion, also known as the Mysterious Phantom, is one of the seven more advanced body techniques of the Yunhai Sect.

It doesn't have much attack power, and what it pursues is elegance and flexibility.

It is a common movement technique used in close combat with the enemy.

Of course, it is also very good for running.

This kind of body movement and other magical skills are relatively simple to practice. There is no requirement for cultivation level.

To put it bluntly, this is the magical skill in the mortal martial arts world.

For example, the Lingbo Weibu that Duan Yu learned in the martial arts novel.

There are a total of thirty-six variations of the Mysterious Phantom's steps, integrating various mysterious I Ching techniques such as the Five Elements, Eight Trigrams, and Nine Palace Flying Stars.

When practicing according to the formula, every step you take is in a very precise direction.

The caster's figure will flicker in close combat, making it difficult for the opponent to predict what will happen.

In the past, Ye Fuyou taught Ye Feng the secret formula of his cultivation method. Because the text of the formula was obscure and difficult to understand, Ye Fuyou had to repeat it from beginning to end three or four times each time. Sometimes he would also check for omissions and make sure that Ye Feng had memorized the entire cultivation method word for word before he would stop teaching.

Therefore, every time a new skill or supernatural power was passed on to Ye Feng, it would take several hours.

This made Ye Fuyou very helpless.

He is a spirit, has no entity, and can disappear at any time. Talking for too long will greatly consume Ye Fuyou's spiritual power.

So Ye Fuyou thought that he would take the time to organize all the messy spells and magical powers of the Yunhai Sect into a memory compression package and store it in Ye Feng's sea of ​​soul.

Once Ye Feng's cultivation reaches the level of controlling gods, he can retrieve these memories at any time and learn whatever he wants.

But Ye Feng was very greedy and insisted that he teach him right now.

He also threatened Ye Fuyou that if he didn't teach him, he would terminate their cooperation.

In desperation, Ye Fuyou could only admit defeat, but he was also very angry and said that he would only tell it once.

The old man thought he could turn the game around and control Ye Feng.

Unexpectedly, the devil is always one step ahead of you.

Ye Feng also knew that he had made Ye Fuyou unhappy. The old man said that he would only tell it once and would definitely not tell it a second time.

But who is he!

It's a genius!

You have a good plan, I have a wall ladder!

Ye Feng decisively returned to his room, took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to copy down all the cultivation formulas of the illusion technique word for word.

The thirty-six variations of footwork also involve a large number of Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, the Nine Palaces Flying, Yin and Yang, Tai Chi and countless other directional terms, which are even more confusing than the practice formulas of Yunhai Jue.

Fortunately, Ye Feng was a genius and wrote it down with pen and paper. Otherwise, let alone reading it once, he might not be able to remember all the cultivation formulas of this illusion technique even if he read it three or five times.

Now it only took less than an incense stick of time to master the practice formula of illusion technique.

Ye Fuyou thought this method was not bad, so he said, "Young man Ye, I will teach you a few more magical skills tonight. Please write them down on paper so that you don't bother me again later!"

"Okay! Thank you, Uncle Fuyou!"

Ye Feng was overjoyed.

No matter whether you have time to learn these spells now, or whether these small spells will become useless after you become stronger, it is safest to record the mantras of cultivation and carry them with you.

You may not!

But you can't live without it!

It's better to plan ahead and prevent problems before they happen. Who would want too much of such a good thing?

Ye Feng stayed in the room studying by lamplight all night long.

Ye Fuyou was not stingy either. He recited to him in one breath the training formulas for nearly twenty kinds of palm techniques, fist techniques, leg techniques, body techniques, footwork, and escape techniques.

There is only no sword technique.

The Nine Sword Controlling Styles is the most powerful sword technique that Ye Feng can practice at present. Other sword techniques and magical powers require at least the sixth level of the God Controlling Realm to comprehend.

Ye Fuyou’s idea is also very simple.

In addition to asking this kid not to bother him recently, he also wants to use this gap to practice his body movements, footwork, and boxing skills before Ye Feng is able to practice other sword techniques.

Although these magical powers are basically useless after reaching the Guiyuan realm, this kid's cultivation is low after all, so they should still be useful in the next ten years or so.

Ye Feng stopped copying the formulas when it was almost dawn.

He stretched his sore wrist.

He murmured, "If I had this much perseverance during the college entrance examination, I would have been admitted to Peking University or Tsinghua University long ago!"

At this moment, he was very tired. After organizing the copied cultivation techniques, he sat cross-legged on the bed to meditate.

Although cultivation is boring, it is much better than lying in bed and sleeping in terms of restoring physical strength and eliminating fatigue.

Even if you haven't slept for three days and three nights and your eyelids are drooping with sleep, as long as you meditate for an hour, it is enough to equal eight hours of deep sleep.

In fact, most monks rarely sleep and spend their nights in meditation.

Therefore, the beds in the monks' rooms are basically not very good. A reed mat is placed on the wooden bed, and a soft blanket is placed on top, as long as it does not hurt the buttocks.

Ye Feng silently recited the Cloud Sea Technique and circulated the true energy in his body for two cycles, and all the fatigue in his body was swept away.

Next, he continued his work in the stone prison and began to expand his meridians and dantian sea.

The day he was released from prison, he had just reached the Sky Control Realm. He had been extremely busy these past few days and had not practiced the Cloud Sea Technique. Today he could finally practice it properly.

To be honest, those magic spells, sword techniques, body movements, footwork, palm techniques and escape techniques are all empty. The world of cultivation judges the strength of a cultivator by his level of cultivation.

The Yunhai Jue of the Yunhai Sect is the only way for all disciples to advance. The higher your understanding of the Yunhai Jue, the higher your status in the sect.

However, cultivation cannot be achieved overnight. Even a genius like Yun Shuang'er has to start from the beginning and practice step by step.

Since Ye Feng has just reached the Sky Control Realm, the improvement in his realm will greatly change the impurities in his body.

Ye Feng's meridian river and the barriers inside his dantian will soften somewhat at the beginning of his cultivation advancement, making them easy to expand.

During this period, stability is the main focus, and this is called the initial stage of flying.

After three to five months, the river of meridians became difficult to expand, and the inner wall of the dantian began to become extremely hard. The internal space could not be expanded at all, which means that the person has reached the intermediate stage of flying.

After reaching this stage, even if you practice without eating, drinking or shitting for 24 hours a day, you will not be able to increase the true energy in your body by even a little bit.

At this time, you have to cultivate your primordial spirit.

The fourth level is to control the sky, and the fifth level is to control the spirit. As the name suggests, the next level will focus on the spirit.

In the past, the levels of cultivation were very diverse.

As for the Sky Control Realm, it is called differently in different sects and factions.

Taoist Xuanmen likes to call it the realm of sword control.

Buddhists often call it the realm of controlling the law or the realm of controlling the sky.

The demonic sects often call it the realm of controlling objects.

The practice of Taoism has existed in the human world for millions of years, and there are many different factions and names.

It was not until more than two thousand years ago, after the Jiazi Immortal Hunt, that the various sects in the world unified the names of the cultivation levels after consultation among their ancestors in order to hold a grand battle among young disciples every sixty years to promote the development of the human cultivation world.

There are now ten levels: Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Hundred Meridians, Flying the Sky, Controlling the Spirit, Returning to Origin, Divine Silence, Heaven and Man, Transformation into Void, and Heaven's Stop.

In the early stages of advancement, the process of expanding the meridians and dantian is very comfortable.

I feel warm all over.

Spiritual power continuously flows between acupuncture points and meridians, and impurities in the body slowly overflow from the body through the pores.

It will give people a feeling of being carried away and wandering in the sky.

You can even forget the passage of time.

This is Ye Feng's situation at the moment.

Every cell in my body is filled with indescribable comfort.

Although before he traveled to this world, he was a lonely virgin who had been widowed for thirty years and had never slept with a woman.

But he felt that the feeling of sleeping with a woman might not be as good as what he felt at the moment.

As his spiritual power circulated, the hunger in his stomach gradually subsided.

Just keep practicing, practicing...

When he opened his eyes, it was already daybreak.

Not the second day, but the morning of the third day.

Before he knew it, he had been sitting cross-legged on the bed in meditation for nearly thirty hours, but it felt like only an hour or two had passed.

When I opened my eyes, I smelled a sour and stinky smell.

He thought there was a big rat dead under the bed, and sniffed like a puppy for a while, only to find that he was the big rat and the sour smell came from his body.

Ye Feng smiled bitterly.

You know, this is why cultivators can have a very poor bed but must have a bathtub in the room!

He opened the door and saw the fat master sitting in the yard telling Huang Ling'er the key points of cultivation. The little girl was also sitting next to him listening attentively.

Ye Feng also wanted to listen, but as soon as he got close, Huang Ling'er pinched her nose.

"Brother, you smell so bad... Could it be..."

"No! I definitely didn't shit the bed! I didn't wet the bed either!" Ye Feng quickly explained.

This must be explained clearly. If I can't explain it clearly and false news spreads that Ye Feng had committed suicide, will I still be alive?

Fatty Yulong glanced at Ye Feng and said, "Ling'er, go and boil some hot water for your brother so he can take a shower!"

"I know daddy!"

"Let me do it! I can handle this little thing! Sister Ling'er, you are in the critical period of Qi training now, so you should listen to Uncle Yulong explain the things you don't understand!"

The skinny Xiaoman quickly stood up.

However, her left arm was still bandaged, and the broken bones would take several days to heal completely. She was obviously unable to handle heavy physical work such as boiling and fetching water at the moment.

Huang Ling'er smiled and said, "You are injured, take a rest first."

Xiao Man refused, and in the end the two girls took turns to boil the pot and fetch water, with a clear division of labor.

Ye Feng stepped forward and said, "Master, this little girl is quite good. She has reached the Flying Sky Realm at such a young age and is so diligent. Most importantly, this girl doesn't have a master yet. I think it's better to leave her here."

"Get out!" Fatty Yulong rolled his eyes and waved his hands at Ye Feng as if to shoo away a fly.

"Stop, Master. I want to talk to you about something serious. Junior Sister Ling'er is already a teenager and started practicing. It's a bit late. Now is the critical period to practice. You can't just sit around the stove every day."

"You stink! Get away from me!" Fatty Yulong said unhappily.

Ye Feng quickly took a few steps back and laughed dryly, "Master, you told me to get out! I thought you were telling the little girl to get out! Please consider my suggestion!"