Chapter 17 Difficult Practice

"Amethyst List——

Now recruit magic doctors to enter Beijing, and those who can meet the requirements will be rewarded with 10,000 amethyst coins. Anyone who is regarded by the Baicao Pavilion will have the opportunity to enter the Baicao Pavilion and reward a centennial longevity grass. If the patient can be cured, an unreasonable request can be made in the Baicao Pavilion. Tomb Yunfeng whispered in a low voice, and a bright light crossed his black jade-like eyes.

"Recruiting doctors? What does the amethyst list mean? Tomb Yunfeng secretly guessed.

"Amethyst List! The highest list of the Emerald Duchy is rare in decades! It's worthy of being a fairy school. As soon as you take action, it's the amethyst list!" The comments of the people around him explained everything clearly for the doubtful Tomb Yunfeng.

"Yes! However, it is rumored that the immortals in the Baicao Pavilion are all masters who are good at medical skills. Do we mortals still have a chance? Some people raised questions again. In the eyes of ordinary mortals, those monks are immortals. Because the monks in their eyes all have the ability to fly away from the sky and turn over the sea. If it weren't for the immortals, what else would there be?

"Are the monks of Baicao Pavilion good at medicine? Is that what the old man said about the medical way? Tomb Yunfeng said secretly in his heart.

"What do you know? Everyone has their own expertise. Haven't you heard of it? Even if it is Baicao Pavilion, it can't cure all kinds of diseases! We can't do it, but I heard that many scattered immortals also have their own expertise. Another voice sounded, but the last doubt in Tomb Yunfeng's heart was also relieved.

"Baicao Pavilion? Well, maybe you can try it." Tomb Yunfeng said silently.

"Let's go, Phil, go back." Tomb Yunfeng had a plan in his heart, so he didn't want to stay here. His plan was finally gradually improved.

"Phil, would you like to go to the Baicao Pavilion?" When Tomb Yunfeng returned home, he asked this question.

"Phillip wants to go. I heard that the immortals in the Baicao Pavilion are all good people who help the world and save people. Fei'er also wants to learn to save people, but I'm afraid they don't like Fei'er. Yang Feier blinked her eyes and said excitedly, but her eyes in the back were a little gloomy.

"Fier, Brother Yunfeng will take you to Baicao Pavilion in a few days. The list says that we will recruit doctors in the capital after January, and we will go then. Don't worry, I will let you get what you want. Tomb Yunfeng felt the real thoughts in Yang Feier's heart. His heart moved and his face was serious.

"That's great. Phil really wants to go quickly! When Fei'er learns to practice, she will help her brother in the future. In Yang Feier's heart, Tomb Yunfeng's words were the truth. She never doubted that Tomb Cloud Feng would deceive her.

This night, the two chatted very late before they fell asleep, because Tomb Yunfeng knew that he was afraid that he could not talk like this for a long time. This is also the last luxury.

The next day, when Yang Feier got up in the morning, the figure of Tomb Yunfeng was gone, leaving only a note on the table.

"Phil, remember our agreement! My brother went to practice and came back in the evening. Take good care of yourself. My brother will bring you delicious food when he comes back - Tomb Yunfeng. The handsome and square small character appeared in front of Yang Feier.

"Brother's handwriting is so beautiful! Phil is far from it." Yang Feier carefully put away the note on the table, just like putting away her favorite toy.

It is still the cave. Tomb Yunfeng sits quietly cross-legged, and a word eye sticker given to her by the virtual shadow appeared in front of her.

Staring at the post in front of him, Tomb Yunfeng's eyes seemed to have no focus. At this time, his spirit had fallen into chaos.

It is hazy, chaotic and clueless. This is the feeling of Tomb Yunfeng at this time.

For half an hour, Tomb Yunfeng remained motionless and kept an action. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and regained his brilliance. And the word eye sticker in front of him has also taken back the bronze ring. This is a small function of a copper ring, which can regularly collect what Tomb Yunfeng thinks. In this way, Tu Yunfeng will not be afraid of falling into it and unable to extricate himself.

The whole body is sweaty, the tomb cloud maple is like a hundred times of war, and there is a feeling of collapse all over the body. The head was like paste, and a sticky and chaotic feeling filled the mind of Tomb Yunfeng. At this time, he could feel that the power of his soul was almost exhausted.

"My God, it's so cruel. It's so difficult to practice Taoism! However, I still don't feel like entering the road! I can't feel the existence of spiritual power at all. Tomb Yunfeng lay quietly on the ground, allowing the soul power in the sea of knowledge to slowly recover.

"No, I can't rest, the old man said, just to take advantage of this time to practice the thrilling sound. Because at this time, the soul has the least power and is the easiest to integrate with the sound. Hurry up!" Tuo Yunfeng was shocked and suddenly remembered the old man's instructions.

He hurriedly sat down cross-legged and resisted the weak impact in his mind. Tomb Yunfeng forced himself to concentrate and dared not be distracted.

"How can the power of the soul merge with the sound?" Tomb Yunfeng finally resisted that he was no longer distracted, but he didn't know how to do it.

"Try it again!" Tu Yunfeng knew that fantasy is useless, or practice is the best teacher.

Mimima...Mimima...Ah...Ah...

The virtual shadow lying quietly on a soft lounge chair in the bronze ring suddenly staggered and almost fell off the lounge chair.

"This, is this practicing? My thrilling voice was smashed by this boy, asshole! Ah... I'm so pissed off." Xu Ying stood up, walked back and forth, and said to himself.

Then, he stopped and said, "Forget it, don't worry about it. You can't control it too much. A fool has his own blessing. Let him go." After saying to himself, the virtual shadow lay back in the chair and hummed happily.

Throughout the morning, there was a sound of Mimima or ah with a trace of rhythm in the cave. Although it is a little rhythm, this endless repetition will go crazy if it is heard.

Afternoon-

"It still doesn't work! I have been shouting all morning, but the voice is the voice, and the power of the soul is the power of the soul. The power of my soul has been restored, but it doesn't mean any fusion!" Tomb Yunfeng stopped the sound of mimima in his mouth, took a sip of sweet spring, moistened his almost inflamed and smoky throat, and lowered his head to quietly reflect on his experience.

"How should the power of the soul and sound be mixed together?" This problem has been bothering Tomb Yunfeng for most of the day, but there has been no progress.

"Power, sound, where is the resonance between the two?" Tomb Yunfeng thought of his awareness when he used the power of his soul, and couldn't help looking for the resonance between the two.

Gradually, Tomb Yunfeng began to hum again. From time to time, he had to stop and whisper. Immediately, start to try again. This action, from morning to night, lasted until two o'clock that night.

"Forget it, it's late. Come back tomorrow. Although there was no progress, I finally tried my best. Let's continue tomorrow!" Tomb Yunfeng will not forget to sleep and eat for one thing. In his opinion, without a good rest, how can he face the next problem in a good state?

Back near Yang's house, Tomb Yunfeng saw a figure and wandered quietly at the door, looking at the distance from time to time, like a wife waiting for her husband's return.

Uh!

Tomb Yunfeng saw Yang Feier from afar. She was just about to speak, but she remembered the agreement she made yesterday. As a last resort, I had to hold back what I wanted to say.

"Although I haven't understood it yet, don't talk. If you accidentally understand it, it's not good to hurt Phil. Thinking of the serious consequences mentioned by Xu Ying, Tomb Yunfeng had to comfort herself.

"Brother Yunfeng, why did you come back so late? The food at home is ready!" When Yang Fei'er saw Tomb Yunfeng, she hurried forward and said angrily.

Looking at Yang Fei'er's cold red face, Tomb Yunfeng's heart trembled and looked at Yang Fei'er with some heartache. Then he came forward and took Yang Feier's little hand and pulled her into the room.

Find the paper and pen you put down, the brush in Tomb Yunfeng's hand flies, and a line of small words appears--

"Don't worry about me, take care of yourself, and don't wait for me. It's cold at night. Don't go out.

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot that you are already mute. Phil knows. Phil is just a little worried about his brother. Phil is obedient. Feeling the deep concern contained in the black and white words of the tomb cloud maple, Yang Feier felt warm in her heart and stuck out her tongue to explain.

"You must take good care of yourself in the future and don't let your brother worry. Do you understand?" Tomb Yunfeng wrote like this, with a trace of blame in his eyes.

"I know, won't Phil do it in the future? Brother, don't be angry!" Yang Feier squeaked her delicate and slightly upturned nose and said pitifully.

"Well, let's go back to bed now. I have to go out tomorrow. Wait another ten days. After ten days, we will leave for the capital. Tomb cloud maple wrote.

"Oh, Phil knows. Well, brother, go to bed early, too! Goodbye!" After saying that, Yang Feier jumped away and left, leaving a helpless tomb Yunfeng standing quietly.

Time flies, especially for Tomb Yunfeng, who is immersed in cultivation.

"Five days, five days! However, there is still no progress. I'll go. Is there something wrong with my method? What should I do?" Tomb Yunfeng's repeated cultivation lasted for five days, but the results made him speechless. In other words, there is no result at all. Whether it is the understanding of word by word, or the fusion of sound and soul power, it is all like this.

Time is still lost, and it has reached the ninth day.

In the cave, there were still bursts of humming. However, the hum at this time is a little different from before. If you ask what the difference is, it is that the rhythm is missing.

The hum is high and low, intermittent, yin and yang, and there is no way to say.

The tenth day, early morning--

"Haha... By the way, by the way, I finally know. Wrong, wrong! Haha... The resonance point has finally been found." Crazy laughter came from the cave, resounding ten miles around.