Chapter 185

The power of spirit is infinite. He kept telling Lu Ziming that this is a set of exquisite sword technique, the greatest wealth left by his ancestors to the Lu family, and a real family heirloom. He must carry forward the sword technique.

Spiritual opium is as powerful as drugs in reality. It can not only paralyze others, but also deceive yourself. Lying a thousand times is the truth. Under the constant hint in his heart, even if he was told that there was God, he would not hesitate to believe it and would pray to God piously.

He never thought that this behavior was ridiculous. Especially now, the endless emptiness and loneliness is like countless ants biting in their bodies. It is a painful feeling. Every cell feels extremely uncomfortable. He wants to pull it out one by one and scratch it all the way to Bai Sen's bones.

He had guessed why the maze was designed to be so huge. The narrow space would make people feel oppressive. Maybe in a few days, the people inside had collapsed before they found the exit.

Maybe the designer of the maze doesn't want the mice inside to collapse immediately. The green grassland gives people a sense of calm and comfort. There is no need to worry about starvation immediately. After the route is selected correctly, the disappearance of the boundary wall gives people hope of victory. The design of each point fully takes into account the bearing capacity of the experimental object "mice", which can be described as "well intentioned" 。

I'm not dead. I don't know why I exist here. What is the designer's purpose and why he wants to build such a huge maze, he doesn't know. However, there is no doubt that the designer's purpose is to test Lu Ziming. No one can answer how many mice exist like himself.

He only does two things during the day. One is to keep studying the law of the mirror wall and paralyze himself casually by consuming his physical energy. The other is to keep eating. Only by constantly eating can he maintain his physical strength. He doesn't want to starve to death. This is the only way.

At night, he also did two things, one was to sleep, the other was to force himself to practice sword. The sword cut from a branch has been practiced many times in his hand. No matter how skillful he is, he always tells himself that he only practices shape similarity rather than spirit similarity. He didn't know what "divine likeness" was. He stabbed, cut and teased again and again, paralyzed himself with heart hints again and again, and let himself exercise hard.

Once, ten times... A thousand times, ten thousand times. He can't remember how many times he has practiced the same move. He can't stop. He's afraid to stop. He tells himself in his heart that he will soon refine the sword technique inherited by his ancestors, and can create his own sword technique and stick to it.

No matter who it is, a movement machine has been practiced for tens of thousands of times, or even 100000 times, and then entered the level of proficiency and even perfection. Then we entered a kind of Epiphany stage. In this stage, every action, even the rhythm, speed and mood of breathing, may affect whether we can really understand the mystery of sword technique and enter a subtle degree of attentive perception. The last stage is the magic skill stage, which is an unattainable height. There is no sword in the hand, and there is a sword in the heart. The sword has separated from the entity and entered a realm of virtual and real transformation.

He doesn't remember how many times he has practiced. Numbers are meaningless to him. In order not to stop and think more, he repeats every action mechanically, even to the point of being harsh and unreasonable.

At first, there was the so-called sword posture in my mind. Later, it was entirely the instinctive reaction of muscles. This was a kind of muscle memory, which was ten times faster than thinking. It was not controlled by nerve transmission. Every action seemed to have been branded in muscle cells, more like a conditioned reflex.

He didn't know to what extent he had practiced. Maybe he was not practicing sword at all. He practiced sword for practicing sword. In order not to know what sword technique it was, he subconsciously mechanically repeated every action until he was exhausted.

When the brain is tired and blank, the pain all over is nothing. The gangster's sleep is the result he needs most.

He studied the boundary wall during the day and practiced sword at night. He spent many days without "day and night". Every day, he drew a horizontal line on his Notepad. Countless "positive" words on the paper were shocking. He didn't seem to see it. He just forced himself to record on it. The rest was meaningless.

He didn't dare to think about what those dense words "Zheng" represented. Anyway, no matter how much they meant, they would only increase his troubles. He is already in the numbness period of the third stage, and nothing can arouse his interest. Even if God is standing in front of him, he will face it calmly without a trace of excitement and excitement.

Now he doesn't need to hint in his heart and self hypnosis. There are only two things in the whole brain, one is the boundary wall and the other is practicing sword. Eating and sleeping have long become the same common things as breathing.

"Split...!"

"Thorn...!"

"Tease...!"

“……”

"Slash!"

"Lift up!"

Sword training should have sword meaning, which is the psychology of sword training. He doesn't understand what sword meaning is, but he understands that sword training and arrow training are actually one truth: practice makes perfect.

"Sword! Break...!"

I don't know whether it was an illusion or practicing sword Xiaocheng. The energy in his body seemed to fluctuate and split out along the wooden sword cut from a branch with the sword power.

"Wow!" the leaves on the big tree shook automatically without wind.

He was slightly stunned, and even had no time to think more. The second potential "horizontal cut" followed to cut through the air. The air fluctuated for a moment, and the energy in his body became a strong air flow, which cut on the leaves, and the leaves fell one after another.

Then the third potential "pick up" followed him out in his surprise. It was a one-off sword potential, which was beyond the control of the brain.

When he found something strange, he stopped the attack and fell on the grass. Ignoring the sword power generated by the emergency stop, he looked at the falling leaves in surprise.

"Sword spirit!"

I turned myself into the legendary sword Qi. It seems wrong! Just now, the energy in the body fluctuated. A wave of energy was transmitted to the wooden sword along the arm. The sword Qi was formed with the sword potential of the wooden sword, "yes! It's the energy in the body".

For a long time, I didn't know how to use the energy in my body. Unexpectedly, I found a breakthrough by myself.

"Sword, stab!" it seems that he can't correctly use the energy in his body, or can't correctly control this power. "Stab" doesn't appear the sword spirit just now.

"Again! Slash!"

“……”

"Come again!"