Chapter 27: Floating and fluttering like a whirlwind returning snow

  From the moment he began to practice the Drunken Rain Technique, One Drunk's perception of the realm of alchemy had undergone a subtle transformation.

  The emergence of this realization was a natural process after his cultivation had solidified, and he didn't want to let go of this opportunity. Unbeknownst to him, he had walked for so long, and in an explosive manner, he simultaneously brought rain to thousands of acres of spiritual fields.

  The young monks of the "Ling" generation looked at the seamless **, and apart from sighs, they couldn't even bring up half a bit of jealousy, and could only silently recite a sentence: "Shifu is abnormal", and continue to bury their heads in the unskilled practice of the Gengjin key.

  And as he continued to use and replenish his Drunken Immortal's power, that faint sense of enlightenment was suddenly captured by One Drunk.

  It's actually like this!

  Suddenly got drunk and had a feeling of crying and laughing, he stayed in the initial stage of Jie Dan for quite some time without any signs of breakthrough or finding that feeling.

  The practice method of Yizui is "Dabanye Nuohai Buddha Seal", which belongs to a very strong attacking method. When fighting with others, it will even give people a feeling of being crushed by Mount Tai, often crushing the opponent. It focuses on physical training but also takes into account spiritual power. The practitioner's temperament will undergo great changes, which is also one of the reasons why Yizui looks majestic even when wearing a monk's robe.

  But this kung fu is very difficult to cultivate.

  This hardship is not just the pain that one has to endure when refining their body, but more so the wisdom required for dual cultivation of spiritual power.

  Just like during the condensation period, the meridians mentioned in the Gong Fa were exhausted with great effort, and even after several times, the meridians were damaged and had to be stopped for quiet nursing.

  However, the direction of progress in the Condensing Pulse stage is very clear, that is to open up the meridians, and once opened, it can enhance cultivation.

  But when it comes to the condensation period, one intoxication is a head of fog and water.

  He went to ask Yihai, but Yihai just smiled and didn't tell him the key either. It was unclear whether Yihai intentionally let him explore on his own or if Yihai himself didn't know.

  Day and night, month after month, he searched tirelessly, but the golden elixir in his dantian had already shone brightly, yet there was still no progress.

  Unexpectedly, it was just a matter of continuously absorbing spiritual energy and merging with the Golden Elixir to break through. It made Yi Zui feel relieved, but also somewhat frustrated. He had thought it would be very complicated, but in the end, it turned out to be the easiest way to accumulate spiritual energy. This "Mahavairocana Angry Sea Buddha Seal" really left him speechless.

  But one drunkenness is not discouraged, now that the result has been found, it's much easier to break through.

  All that's needed is to withstand the impact of the surge in spiritual power, and it's possible to break through multiple boundaries in a short period of time. I really didn't expect the slow and steady Buddhist cultivation method to be so aggressive during the Dan-forming stage.

  One intoxication and another in the heart, singing three sighs, but the mood has improved a lot.

  Withdrawing from the realm of enlightenment, I look back and see the thousand-acre spiritual field raining down with a patter, but there is no intention to stop.

  The handprint seal flipped over even faster, while increasing the amount of spiritual energy extracted from the spirit stone, allowing the fragmented spiritual energy within his body to occupy the majority, thereby tempering his own spiritual energy.

  One drunkenness is not eager for merit and progress, this tempering is indeed the best method.

  She looked ahead and saw a slender figure standing in front of her, as if waiting for herself.

  A drunk god's consciousness was placed on top of a rain cloud, but I hadn't noticed her before.

  She hesitated for a moment, then walked forward with ease, thinking that there was no reason to always avoid others.

  Yinuo's stature was tall and slender, standing on this ridge was almost as high as a drunkard.

  Still wearing the same hemp garment, but with a sword hanging from his waist at this moment, he lost a lot of weakness and his scattered hair had a lot more determination.

  One glance at her with a tranquil and colorless gaze, without desire, directly viewing this beauty.

  Yi Zui stood still in front of Yinnu, unaware that a large circular area around him was filled with floating rain, and there wasn't even a single person nearby.

  The two of them stood in the gentle rain, their breaths intertwining with a hint of mystery.

  "I wish to dance with swords for you, young master."

  Yinuo suddenly stood up, without waiting for a drunkard's words, pulled out the iron sword in his hand and started dancing.

  At a glance, he saw that this iron sword was only a superior-grade fine-iron sword, and couldn't help but feel affection for it.

  Even the latest "Ling" generation disciples wouldn't deign to use a first-rate weapon, one can easily buy a first-rate weapon with just one piece of first-rate crystal stone.

  The status of Shunu is indeed very low, in many places, it is not even as good as a low-level demon beast for riding.

  There is no high platform, no crowded audience.

  Underfoot, there was only the trampled earth.

  The sunshine was blocked by the rain clouds summoned by the Rain Dance, but it couldn't stop the splendor of Yinnu's dance.

  She silently recited in her heart what Yīnǔ had just said "Willingly dance with sword for the young master", and her mood improved a bit.

  Although Gongzi put himself in a relatively weaker position, he was always able to speak freely, and it was less heavy than that cold "you" on that night, with more human touch.

  But he himself had become a young master, and just smiled it off in his heart.

  He then cast his gaze on Yinnu, and in a drunken state, he felt that the woman before him had a certain "Dancing for you in the vast sky" aura.

  The movements are as agile as a swimming dragon and as swift as a startled swan, truly a wonderful sight. With beautiful women dancing in this world, I don't know how many people will be moved to excitement.

  One intoxication yet as if foolishly quietly watching, neither applauding nor cheering, but always using an encouraging gaze to watch Inu, with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

  Yinuo naturally saw every expression on Yizhen's face, and she bit her lip, but her movements became more intense.

  It's a drunken state of mind that can't help but cheer in my heart, as the saying goes "As if it were a light cloud covering the moon, floating like a flowing wind blowing back the snow", I'm afraid it should be this way.

  This sword dance of Yinniang's, if others were to see it, would likely cause countless courtesans and dancing girls to lose their charm; for a time, one would be completely enchanted.

  But it didn't look like that in Inu's eyes.

  In Yinnu's eyes, he seemed to be gazing at her with the same admiration as one would gaze at a beautiful flower, motionless and pretending to be a gentleman, utterly hypocritical.

  Especially the smile at the corner of his mouth, which exposed his disgusting mentality.

  If Yizhen knew what was going on in his mind, he would probably be stunned.

  He didn't overstep the boundary of the Thunder Pool by half a step, quietly appreciating the sword dance to show respect, yet in Yi Nu's eyes, it was utterly detestable.

  "Floating and fluttering like the returning snow in a whirlwind."

  One intoxication in the heart, and another thought has passed, watching every turn of Yinnü, every pause, is so enchanting, such a beauty, yet fallen to such a state, who would not feel unbearable in their heart?

  Whose fault is this? His expression suddenly became complicated with a hint of drunkenness.

  "As long as you have a clear conscience!"

  One drunk and he loses his composure, a warning from the past suddenly explodes in his ears, only then does he come back to himself.

  He didn't think much of Hai's advice at the time, just letting it blow past his ears like a gentle breeze. Now that he thought about it again, it had actually made him more determined.

  Yinu saw him dazed at this time, and felt extremely sad and indignant in his heart.

  This man ruthlessly rejected his own self-recommended pillow, himself dancing with a sword for him to see, yet not even willing to give a word of praise.

  Ever since she saw the many golden eagles on Mount Hwaryong, her originally naive thoughts were almost cut off, just like a person without a goal living a muddled life.

  At this moment, all emotions in his heart burst out with this intense sword dance.

  The grievances in my heart have turned into a sharp sword that points directly at your drunken eyebrows, let this sword end your life, and then I'll follow you to the afterlife, so you won't have to worry about the affairs of Liang State every day.

  Yīnǔ had actually guessed out a true identity from the usual bits and pieces of information!

  With a drunken gaze, he stared at her without flinching, his eyes locked onto hers.

  Those eyes pierced directly into Yinnuo's heart, making him feel a sharp pain in his chest, almost to the point of giving up. He gritted his teeth and with all his might, stabbed into the drunkard's brow.

  The iron sword struck the drunkard's brow, shattering it inch by inch.

  One intoxicating sigh, and he couldn't help but admire his own Iron Shirt Kung Fu skills, which were indeed formidable - not only did the sword fail to pierce his skin, but it also broke into several pieces.

  If he hadn't practiced Iron Shirt, he wouldn't have dared to let this sword pierce his own brow, unaware that all of this was the credit of Wan Shi Jin Shen.

  Never thought she really stabbed, a drunk in the heart of a bitter smile, that one strand of newly born emotions also disappeared with this sword.

  Yinuo used all her strength to wield this sword, and after stabbing it in, she fell to the ground, staring blankly at the iron sword that had broken into several pieces on the ground, motionless, as if resigned to her fate.

  However, after waiting for a while, the expected counterattack did not come, but it was precisely because of this that Inu's heart felt even more bitter.

  With a flicker of his drunken eyes, he finally let out a sigh, waved his hand, and a golden dragon sword trembled as it was inserted into the mud in front of Yinu.

  At this moment, Yinu felt as if his heart had shattered into pieces. He was reluctant to even lift a hand, fearing that he would sully his own hands.

  "If you want to kill me, use this sword."

  He turned and left with a hint of inexplicable fatigue in his tone, unsure if it was due to the excessive use of the Rain Technique or emotional exhaustion.

  Yinuo was struggling to get past, wanting to pull out his sword and kill himself, but when he heard the sound of Yizhen's collapse, he stopped in his tracks, motionless like a statue.

  One drunken step stopped for a moment, a pile of crystal stones piled up in front of Yinnuo, but he didn't speak again, slowly walking forward.

  He couldn't bear it in his heart, thinking of the hardships of Xiunu, he even gave out a good four-product sword and 30,000 pieces of first-class crystal stone.

  I'm always too kind-hearted, too soft...

  Yinu looked at the sword on the ground, but in the end did not pick up the sword on the ground to stab Zui again.

  Even if he just turned his back to her, waiting for the intoxication to gradually move further and further away until it was out of sight, Ynu seemed to have lost everything, crying like a little girl, picking up the crystal stones on the ground one by one.

  Dust and dirt stained her hemp garment, soiled her jade-like hands, but she no longer cared about all this.

  The only thing echoing in his mind was a question: Why didn't you just kill me directly?

  My heart really hurts so much.

  The crying sound faded away, accompanied by the floating fine rain, in this vast sky and earth, Inu's figure became even more slender.

  In the distance, a drunkard stopped in his tracks, yet felt a lump in his chest. He cast the Rain Incantation on all the spiritual fields before turning back to the small courtyard, where the sunlight seemed to have gained a hint of melancholy.