Chapter 5 Step into Cultivation

Hearing this, Yang Huang has already understood that this soul record is just a contract in the real world, but the effect is relatively mysterious and can directly affect people, but it is basically no different from the contract of the human world.

Seeing that Yang Huang's expression was no different, Xianghan continued to say, "I just called you here to teach you a skill that can quickly restore physical strength. But now it seems that your physique is no longer needed. That's good. Now I will directly teach you the primary mind method of our Burning Tiandong Mansion. When you are familiar with it, you will condense the soul seal first!"

While speaking, the soul seal on Xianghan's forehead gushed out a wisp of flame again, but this time the flame lost its fierce appearance at first sight. Instead, it was like a gentle fire snake, wrapped around Xianghan's arm with a swd. Yang Huang could even see a section of the flame gently on the fragrant jade hand. Lightly rubbed, as if to please.

It's strange that when the flame just appeared from Xianghan's forehead, the heat wave was soaring. Even Yang Huang, who was standing three meters away, was roasted by the heat wave. However, after seeing this wisp of flame wrapped around Xianghan's arm, not only did it not bring a trace of burns to Xianghan's arm, but even Xianghan's sleeve did not have a single sleeve. The silk damage is really amazing.

Xiang Han seemed to see Yang Huang's doubts, but he didn't say much. Yang Huang was just about to step into the practice world and didn't know too many things. If Xiang Han wanted to explain to him personally, I'm afraid that the two of them may not be able to finish it for three days and nights. Therefore, Xianghan directly handed over Moyin to Yang Huang. With her Moyin as guidance, Yang Huang will at least not take any detours before turning into a virtual world, so that he can have half less practice time than ordinary people. There is nothing we can do about it. Thinking that she is now in the teacher's position, Yang Huang must grow faster, and the faster the better!

"Drink!" Thinking of this, Xianghan clicked softly, and the flame coiled around her wrist immediately shot out. After twisting twice in the air, it immediately formed a circle of fire on the ground and circled Yang Huang in it. The flame was only more than an inch high, but the heat bursting out made Yang Huang feel as if he was in a melting furnace and seemed to be refined at any time.

"The essence of our burning Tiandongfu is to take heaven and earth as the oven and ourselves as the furnace carbon. Burn everything and refine everything!" Xiang Han's voice was loud and clear, and it seemed that he also used some secret method. Every word was directly engraved in Yang Huang's heart, so that he would never forget it again.

With the sound of Xianghan's voice, a mental method called "Burning Fire" began to appear in Yang Huang's mind. Thousands of words are so clear. As long as Yang Huang thinks a little, those words will immediately appear in his mind and let him read them, as if this burning decision belongs to Yang Huang. Like memory, now it is just awakened by Xianghan.

"With heaven and earth as the oven, turn itself into furnace carbon, and incinerate all enemies!" Yang Huang repeatedly chewed what Xiang Han said, and combined it with the fire in his mind, he couldn't help but feel refreshed. This skill is really too domineering. What does it mean to devour the essence of the other party's condensed for yourself? To put it bluntly, it is to directly devour the other party into elixir and seize the other party's energy. This way is simply a little appalling, but the burning cave actually swaggered to write in the doctrine of the mind, which is simply domineering!

And since Rantiandongfu dares to write, the rest of the sects are definitely not much better.

In such a world, no wonder Xianghan said that she was walking on thin ice and was about to fall into a state of destruction with a slight inadvertence. Now it seems that there is no exaggeration.

"Okay!" After a while, Xianghan pinched the method in his hand, and the circle of flames surrounding Yang Huang on the ground immediately condensed into a fiery red ball the size of a fist: "This spiritual inflammation is temporarily sent to you first, and you will naturally know its use after you familiarize yourself with the content in the ink sound. We will set out in five days. I hope you can completely digest what is recorded on the ink sound within these five days, and then successfully condense the soul seal. With that, Xianghan threw the ball gently, threw the ball into Yang Huanglan's hand, turned around and left.

Yang Huang couldn't help shaking her head when she looked at Xiang Han's departure back. The woman was strange and difficult to figure out, like a thousand-faced person, which made people confused for a while. However, these have nothing to do with Yang Huang. Now he is just a servant of Xianghan. Naturally, he has to listen to Xianghan's full authority. Moreover, at present, Xianghan does spare no effort to support him and has given him countless benefits.

As soon as Xiang Han left, Yang Huang was the only one left in the huge martial arts arena. Now that the war has just subdued, all the soldiers are sticking to their posts for fear of changes, and there is no intention to practice. It is also for this reason that Yang Huang will never be disturbed here, and he can safely digest the knowledge he has just obtained.

Yang Huang played Lingyan in his hand for a while, thought about it for a while, and then put it again. Then he sat cross-legged and opened the ink sound recording Xiang Han's practice experience!

This ink sound is only the size of a palm, thick with one finger. Xianghan said that it recorded her four years of practice, which had to make Yang Huang particularly curious about Moyin. Has Xianghan been practicing hard in the past four years and rarely went out?

Reaching out his hand and rubbing it on Moyin's quaint cover, Yang Huang took a deep breath and slowly opened it. Although this is just a simple action, Yang Huang knows that his life will be completely rewritten from then on!

"Hum!" The Moyin had just opened, but suddenly let out a sword sound, as if an ancient sword had been sealed in this book. The next moment, a golden light suddenly shot out of the ink sound. It was the golden light that seemed to be fierce, but in fact it was extremely soft. When the golden light extended to about a foot, it stopped completely, and then suddenly shook, separating left and right like a picture scroll, and then enveloped Yang Huang in it.

In the picture scroll, a personal figure slowly appeared. Yang Huang found at first glance that the figure in front of him was undoubtedly fragrant and cold. However, Xianghan in the picture scroll is much younger than he is now. He looks only a teenager, but he is wearing a wide red robe and sitting in a Taoist temple looking left and right. Unexpectedly, he has an indescribable innocence and cuteness.

With the passage of time, the figures around Xianghan gradually became clear, but all the boys and girls of Xianghan's age were sitting there wearing the same fiery red robes.

"The way of heaven is more than enough to make up for the shortcomings, but the way of man is not, and the damage is not enough!" Just then, an old but very tough voice came out. Then Yang Huang found that in front of Xianghan in the painting, he suddenly saw an old man with a kind face. The speed was so fast that even Yang Huang, who observed carefully, did not find out how he appeared.

As soon as the old man appeared, he did not talk nonsense, and directly explained the difference between heaven and humanity, which immediately attracted everyone's attention: "The realm of cultivation from one to seven is to practice the realm of qi, peep into the Dharma realm, the virtual realm, the opening of light, the realm of yin and yang, the realm of the cave heaven and the realm of heaven. Every step is as difficult as climbing to the sky, and it is often pink. Broken bones, shape and spirit are destroyed. You sit here today and are not my practitioners, but once you listen to my preaching, you will step into it and there is no possibility of turning back. If any of you want to leave, there is still time..."

When he woke up, he stood for a while and found that he was like a phantom in this painting. No one could see him. It was really wonderful. After thinking for a while, Yang Huang had already had a plan. He immediately learned the cold appearance in the ink sound and sat cross-legged. His left thumb grabbed the forefinger of his middle finger to form a fingerprint. His right hand was spread flat, and his five fingers were open into a virtual grip, as if dragging a flame, tightly against his lower abdomen.

Now, with Moyin, he can completely walk the path of Xianghan's practice again at that time. In this way, it seems that someone has made up lessons. When he really enters the gate of Xiuzhen Mountain, he does not know how much faster than ordinary people who have just practiced.

Yang Huang's seat is three days and three nights. At this time, he seemed to understand what Xianghan meant when he first saw Xianghan. After three days and nights, Yang Huang, who was immersed in the world of practice, had no feeling. If it hadn't been for being too hungry, she would have been forced to wake up. Yang Huang even doubted whether he would continue to sit like this for a month or even a year.

In the past three days, Yang Huang is still a layman in practice, and the spiritual inflammation given to him by Xianghan has been put aside by him and has never been used.

Today, Yang Huang also knows a lot about many things in the practice world. It can be seen from Xianghan's Moyin that Xianghan is very careful in his heart, but any valuable things she has encountered have been recorded in detail by Moyin, but now it is just cheap for Yang Huang. It can be said that Yang Huang knows more than people who have lived in the world of cultivation two or three years.

Teachers preach and teach to solve puzzles. Today, Xianghan is simply a competent teacher who has painted a complete world of cultivation for Yang Huang with his own experience!

"Are you awake?" Just as Yang Huang sighed, a voice sounded. Without looking at Yang Huang, he had already guessed that this person was undoubtedly cold. Yang Huang has watched the three years in Xianghan Moyin, which is equivalent to accompanying Xianghan for three years. He can't understand everything about Xianghan. No wonder Xianghan once said that if this Moyin falls into the hands of his enemy, she will be in danger, and it is not unreasonable!

"Wake up!" Yang Huangsan went to his fingerprints and stood up. When he looked at Xiang Han again, there was already an inexplicable look in his eyes. The familiar words have been affectionate for a long time. Not to mention that Xianghan is so beautiful that it can be called a beautiful city. Yang Huang has been with Xianghan for three years, and it is normal to fall in love with her.

Seeing Yang Huang's eyes, Xiang Han's face moved slightly, but he didn't say anything. It seemed that Yang Huang's change had already been included. Xianghan straightened his face and said, "Since you know almost the world of cultivation, let's condense the soul seal quickly. We are going to leave tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow?" Yang Huang put the Moyin on his chest and asked casually, "Isn't it because you left the day after tomorrow? Why did you suddenly have to advance one day in advance?"

Hearing Yang Huang's question, Xianghan did not answer, but said with a smile, "You seem to have forgotten your identity?"

Yang Huang's body shook slightly when she heard it. After Yang Huang watched Xianghan's Moyin, she felt as if she had become her friend with Xianghan's growth. However, fundamentally, he is still a servant of Xiang Han. If the master says anything, the servant just does it. If you ask more, you will lose the servant's will. Thinking of this, Yang Huang took a deep breath, suppressed all kinds of thoughts in his heart, and couldn't help sighing that he was indeed a little complacent.

Now he seems to have seen a martial arts novel. Although his thoughts are accompanied by the growth of the protagonist in the novel, even if the protagonist has finally obtained the ability of the whole world, it is still the world of the protagonist of the novel, and after he closes the book, he is still nothing!