Time flies

Chapter 8 Time flies

After dinner, the two came out of the restaurant, Sun Xiaolan did not want to go home so early, so she suggested going for a walk outside before going back, saying it would help with digestion.

By this time, night has fallen, the lights are bright, the streets are crowded, and some vendors along the street stalls, very lively.

The two of them chatted endlessly while strolling along the sidewalk, very comfortable.

"Walk a hundred steps after a meal and live to ninety-nine." Sun Xiaolan gently rubbed her stomach with a satisfied look.

"Sister Xiaolan, you just ate too much, aren't you afraid of gaining weight?" Zhao Rui joked at the side.

"Not afraid, because my physique is how to eat but not fat, several girls in the dormitory are very envious of me!" Sun Xiaolan tilted her head slightly, and her face showed a bit of complacency.

"So it is, no wonder you just desperately eat, eat more than me, so it is not afraid of fat ah!"

"Xiao Rui! You talk nonsense! I obviously ate less than you!" Sun Xiaolan angrily waved her pink fist, making a gesture to hit, Zhao Rui laughed and hurriedly ran forward a few steps, dodging away.

The two of them fought and joked around for a while, then went to the Internet cafe to surf the net again, and only then went home separately.

At this time, it was late at night, the bright moonlight through the glass window sprinkled into the house, like a layer of white frost to the ground.

Zhao Rui lying on the bed, head resting on his arms, the brain like a horse lamp recalling the ups and downs of these days, dead and alive, they feel a little incredible.

"I can not imagine that the world really exists in the gods and demons, the original myths and legends handed down from ancient times, behind actually also hides a few true." He muttered to himself, his tone was very emotional, "If I succeed in cultivation, can I also follow the legendary description, soar into immortality? Well, if I can become an immortal, what is the world of immortals and demons like?"

Zhao Rui was thinking wildly, and his thoughts were like wild horses running around.

After a while, he gathered his thoughts back, sat up from the bed, straightened his posture, closed his eyes, and began to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to cultivate the Eight Desolate Immortal Killing Technique.

Zhao Rui had already entered the pre-Spirit Seizing realm at this time, hoping that his strength could go further and enter the mid-Spirit Seizing realm soon.

As a cultivator, each level of advancement, the strength will increase geometrically, but accordingly, the degree of difficulty will also double.

From pre-Spirit seizing to mid-Spirit seizing, although it is only one level up, the cultivation realm and the difficulty of cultivation are very different.

In the pre-Spirit Seizing stage, true qi flowed through the meridians, dramatically increasing Zhao Rui's explosive power, allowing him to break through the limits of the human body and lift hundreds of pounds, and even allowing him to strike with all his might and shatter the hard granite giant rocks.

However, Zhao Rui could not freely control his true qi to shoot out of his body; he had to combine his true qi with his flesh to bring out his maximum combat power.

However, if he reaches the middle stage of the spirit seizure, his power will produce a qualitative change, he will no longer be bound by the physical body, he can freely manipulate the true qi, hurt people invisibly, even a fallen leaf, a thin piece of paper, to his hands will become a terrifying weapon that will kill people.

If he reaches the late stage of taking the spirit, his power will be even more powerful, true qi will automatically cover the whole body, even bullets are not effective against him!

Zhao Rui pulled out the fifteen light diagrams of the Eight Desolate Immortal Killing Technique from his mind, then quieted his mind, eliminated all distracting thoughts, coalesced his consciousness on the second light diagram, and sensed the mysteries of the heaven and earth according to the magic technique on it.

Slowly, the spiritual qi from the heaven and earth began to gather towards him, first a thread, a wisp, slowly through his skin, through his bones, into the meridians, after a while, the speed of the spiritual qi influx began to accelerate, as if torn by an invisible force, flowing from all directions.

The spiritual qi from heaven and earth flowed into the dantian along the meridians, and after repeated refining and extraction in the melting pot of the dantian, it formed a cloud-like true qi, which flowed into the limbs and bones along the meridians, driving away the foul qi little by little.

True qi kept circulating in this way, flowing endlessly in the meridians.

Zhao Rui felt as if he was floating in the clouds, his body was incomparably comfortable, completely free of the painful feeling that his meridians were about to crack during his previous cultivation.

The spiritual qi from the sky and the earth kept inhaling, and the true qi in Zhao Rui's body kept growing and circulating, eventually flowing back into the dantian.

The true qi in the dantian drifted in a cloud-like pattern, expanding and growing little by little without any restraint.

According to the spell on the second light diagram, Zhao Rui transferred the true qi in his dantian and let it flow down the meridians, all the way to his fingertips.

He could feel the true qi gathering and growing at the fingertips, but from beginning to end, this true qi was gathering at the fingertips, but how could it not shoot out, as if there was an invisible wall.

It was as if there was an invisible wall, firmly blocking the front, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make any progress.

Zhao Rui knows that his own Dao is still not deep enough to break through this barrier to enter the middle stage of the spirit of seizure, no matter how anxious it is, so he gave up trying and quietly concentrated on absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to grow his strength.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Rui exhaled gently and opened his eyes, waking up from his cultivation state.

He found that the true qi in his body became more and more powerful after cultivation, and when he casually waved a fist, he saw a residual shadow with a sharp air-breaking sound, flashing through the air, and he had no doubt that if this fist hit a person's body, it could definitely turn someone into a pile of broken flesh!

Not only that, his senses have also become sharper, his eyesight has improved and he can see farther and clearer, while his hearing has also been greatly enhanced, even the voice of Sun Xiaolan across the door being nagged by her mother is clear to his ears.

"Happy little sister Lan."

Zhao Rui cooed a little enviously, Sun Xiaolan has parents to love, while he wants to find someone to nag is not possible.

By this time, it was already dawn and the sunlight was shining through the window, making it unbearably hot. Zhao Rui got up from the bed, walked to the living room, looked up at the quartz clock hanging on the wall, ready to determine what time it was.

The date on the quartz clock actually showed the 28th of August, which is the day when the school fees are due!

"No way!"

Zhao Rui rubbed his eyes, almost suspecting that he was mistaken, because the day he started cultivating, it was clearly a week away from the start of school!

However, the date on the quartz clock did indeed show the twenty-eighth!

Zhao Rui realized that he had unknowingly spent seven days in cultivation!

"This cultivation is really time consuming, no wonder the cultivators in some novels are in seclusion for dozens and hundreds of years."

He complained loudly and hurriedly picked up his tuition fees, went to the opposite door to call out to Sun Xiaolan, and headed to school together.