He didn't give up and entered the internal vision again. Considering that the problem might be with the acupoints he had chosen, he carefully selected two other acupoints this time.
Then Li Boyang fainted again.
He spent three days in a daze, constantly going through periods of fainting and waking up, and finally came to a conclusion.
Creating a complete Qi cultivation technique from scratch is too difficult. The current techniques are probably based on the first research into the secret method of stimulating acupoints, and have been expanded over many years. Later generations have perfected them by standing on the shoulders of their predecessors.
It seems that creating one's own method is not an option; we have to resort to the last resort.
Let's travel through time.
This was something I had planned after being locked up in the solitary confinement room.
I just felt that I was about to break through, so I delayed it for so long.
Once again, I visualized countless worlds in my mind, and a starry sky suddenly appeared, with countless stars shining brightly.
The starlight was still strong and weak, some shining brightly like a blazing sun, others only emitting faint glows. These were star gates, and Li Boyang once again heard the call from within them.
Choosing a stargate with faint starlight, Li Boyang sensed the call within and responded. In an instant, he vanished from the room. Amazing! (=)
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Chapter 75 Wudang World
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Songyang Academy.
Located in Henan Province, it is adjacent to the world-famous Shaolin Temple.
The academy is divided into five areas: study rooms, library, sage pavilion, landscape garden, and memorial tower.
The academy occupies a large area and has more than a thousand students studying there.
At this moment, in a study room in the academy, there is a square wooden platform, and the students sit on the floor with an arched desk in front of them.
A schoolteacher, holding a ruler, slowly walked back and forth in the schoolhouse, his gaze sweeping over the students.
When a teacher's gaze falls on a student, that student usually swallows hard; this is a sign of nervousness.
This teacher was the strictest in Songyang Academy. No one dared to be distracted in his class, not even a little bit. Otherwise, the teacher's ruler would make the students experience a painful, stinging sensation all over their bodies.
At the same time, although he has only been at the academy for about half a year, he is recognized by all the students as the person with the most extensive knowledge.
At this moment, he is examining the students' homework.
"Those who know themselves do not blame others; those who understand their fate do not blame Heaven."
"Zhao Lin, you tell us."
The teacher walked up to a student and tapped the desk twice with his ruler.
This time, the students were not given a pre-defined range of topics; they were randomly selected from the knowledge taught over the past six months.
When Zhao Lin's name was called, a bead of cold sweat involuntarily trickled down his forehead. He stood up timidly, but couldn't utter a single word.
"Um?"
"Can't answer?"
The schoolteacher simply murmured something softly.
Zhao Lin was sweating profusely, with beads of sweat constantly sliding down his forehead.
Once the schoolteacher confirmed that Zhao Lin wouldn't come back, he said calmly, "Stretch out your hand."
"Teacher, please let me think about it some more."
Zhao Lin, whose name was called, was trembling with fear, his voice tinged with a hint of pleading.
"Reach out your hand."
The schoolteacher repeated it again in a calm tone.
Zhao Lin fearfully reached out his hand, but the teacher's ruler didn't move, so he quickly withdrew it.
The schoolteacher frowned slightly.
Seeing this, Zhao Lin trembled as he stretched out his hand, but this time he dared not pull it back.
*Smack*
The teacher's ruler fell with an utterly emotionless grace.
Ouch.
As the ruler fell, the veins on Zhao Lin's forehead bulged, his entire hand trembled uncontrollably, and he felt only one thing.
pain.
Excruciating pain.
When the ruler landed in his palm, Zhao Lin felt as if he had been hit not just in his palm, but all over his body.
He had experienced this feeling several times before. Each time he was beaten, apart from the pain, nothing else really happened.