Chapter 50 Invalid Practice

Yang Jinglin patted the wooden box and turned his face to Yang Tian and said, "You don't need to practice these skills at all. There are no more than 8 skills in the library, and I have a plum blossom 10 skills. I don't know if you want to learn it or not.

Yang Tian's eyes immediately glowed with excitement and jumped wildly in place, saying, "Isn't the skill of plum blossom 10 very powerful? Haha, with such a good skills as a genius like me, isn't that invincible in the world? Yang Tian blew excitedly in place, while Yang Jinglin, who was beside him, could only shrug his shoulders helplessly.

After Yang Tian calmed down, Yang Jinglin said, "Your eldest brother also practiced this kind of skill. His name is Tianyan Jue. Even if he is a practitioner with ordinary qualifications, he should be able to practice this set of skills before he dies. And a talented person like your eldest brother should be able to reach the level of the late refining period in your lifetime. As for you..., I advise you to give up, because even if a person without a spiritual root gives him king-level skills, I'm afraid he can't become a practitioner. Speaking of this, Yang Jinglin took a look at his son Yang Tian and found that he was looking at himself with a giggle. Yang Jinglin could only helplessly look away from him and said, "Come here, I'll tell you the skill. You have to remember it well, but don't tell anyone. This is the top-secret skill passed on to me by your grandfather. There is only family. Only important members of the clan can know. Do you understand?"

"I understand!" Yang Tian answered decisively. Then Yang Jinglin waved to Yang Tian to his side and talked to Yang Tian's ear for more than a minute before stopping. He looked at Yang Tian, who was struggling to memorize the formula, and did not disturb him. It was not until Yang Tian came to his senses from reciting the formula that he asked lovingly, "Do you remember?"

Yang Tian immediately grinned and then put his fist to his chest. This action shocked Yang Jinglin, who was a father, and thought his son was crazy. But although Yang Tian's next words made Yang Jinglin feel funny, he finally knew that his son was not crazy. Yang Tian said proudly, "Haha, who am I Yang Tian? I'm a genius!" How can I not remember this skill!"

Yang Jinglin secretly said, "What's the use of a good memory and a smart brain? Cultivation is not learning, and practitioners are not students. Maybe good memory is useful for students in those schools, but it is of little use for us practitioners. Of course, Yang Jinglin didn't say this. He didn't want to discourage the child's enthusiasm. In fact, Yang Jinglin's idea is a common sense in the cultivation world. That is, the talent of cultivation is not directly related to human intelligence or anything else, but only related to the quality of the spiritual root. And who has a good spiritual root and who is a mortal without a spiritual root has no rules. Unfortunately, Yang Tian is one of the vast majority of mortals.

After remembering the skills, Yang Tian greeted his parents and came to the room of his brother and sister, but he did not sleep, but sat cross-legged ** and began to meditize. He quietly sensed the aura of heaven and earth around him as instructed in the formula. This is actually the first step that all practitioners must do before practicing. It is said that some geniuses can feel the aura of heaven and earth after sitting down for a few minutes. However, it takes ordinary mortals at least two hours to sense the aura of heaven and earth. But the reason why mortals can't practice is not that they can't feel the aura of heaven and earth, but that they can't convert the power of the outside world into their own power because they have no spiritual roots.

Yang Tian sat like this for three hours before he gradually began to feel a trace of energy fluctuations around him, and this feeling became clearer and clearer. About four hours later, he fully sensed the changes in the surrounding aura of heaven and earth. It often takes a long time for practitioners to sense the aura of heaven and earth for the first time, and it will hardly take any time after the second time. Yang Tian became more and more excited when he fully sensed the fluctuations of the aura around him. He tried to introduce this aura into his body, and a gentle and cool energy followed Yang Tian's skin into his body, which flowed in his cells, veins and blood vessels. But like a homeless man who doesn't belong, he can't find where he should go, and finally overflows out of his body along Yang Tian's skin.

Yang Tian was still unwilling and tried again, but the result was still the same as last time.

Yang Tian finally knows why he can't practice without spiritual roots this time. The spiritual root is a part of the body of a practicing person who can convert the energy of the outside world into his own strength. Without the spiritual root, the power of the outside world will always be the power of the outside world and can never be transformed into its own strength. So Yang Tian naturally thought of whether there was a way to grow a spiritual root.

This is definitely a crazy idea. I'm afraid even the eight generals of the State of Chu dare not have such a arrogant idea. But Yang Tian also wants to try some crazy ideas in order to become a practicer, of course, provided that it does not harm the interests of others.

Yang Tian came to his senses from meditation. At this time, he found that the sky was a little bright, about four o'clock in the morning. He looked at the eldest brother who was sleeping like a dead pig and his sister who was still sleeping. He couldn't help but feel sleepy and fell down on ** and fell asleep.

"Brother, brother, get up." Yang Tian heard a distant voice from the sky, opened his eyes vaguely, and saw his sister looking at him with a smile. You big lazy, you are really lazier than Brother Yang Sheng. Yang Tian sat up and looked at the wall clock on the wall. It was already ten o'clock in the morning, but he still felt that he had not slept enough and was about to fall down to meet Zhou Gong. His sister shook him and said, "Brother, don't sleep anymore. Can you accompany me to catch grasshoppers today?"

In order to have a good night's sleep and don't want to disappoint his sister, Yang Tian can only coax her and say, "Brother is very sleepy now. I'll accompany you to catch butterflies tomorrow." With that, he fell down and fell asleep. No matter how his sister shook, Yang Tian pretended to be a dead pig. At this time, my mother came in and scolded, "Xian'er, don't make trouble. Your brother slept late yesterday, so don't disturb him. Mom will go with you to catch butterflies. With that, he went into the room and led the fairy out.

When Yang Tian woke up again, it was already noon. He touched his stomach and felt a little hungry, so he walked into the living room. As soon as I walked into the living room, a fragrance came to my face. At this time, the table was already full of meals. Mother is sitting on the wooden sofa in a daze. She quickly felt Yang Tian's presence and said, "First wash your face and brush your teeth, and then eat."

"Where's your sister?" Yang Tian didn't find Yang Xianer everywhere, so he asked curiously. The reason why Yang Tian didn't ask his eldest brother Yang Sheng was because he knew that his eldest brother was already a practicing person and often ate with the group, and it was common not to go home.

"She is catching butterflies with a few good friends. Don't worry about her. She's hungry. She knows she's back."

Yang Tian nodded. After washing, Yang Tian devours and eats it. Seeing that her son was eating well, the mother also moved a chair, sat down at the table, and ate with Yang Tian. My mother didn't ask him about his practice, because she and Yang Jingtian already knew the result of the matter without asking. People without spiritual roots cannot become practitioners.