Early the next morning, at the gate of Gong Shen's house opposite Xing Tian's house, Shen Gongbao was wearing an extremely simple gray robe, carrying a small green cloth package in his hand, and walked towards the main entrance of Xing Tian's house with a smile on his face.

The old disciple of the Xingtian family rubbed his eyes for a long time, then flicked a few eye droppings from his fingers, and said in a fuss and fuss in the tone of the king of hell who likes to see the little devil in trouble: "Yeah, yeah, yeah, this is not from the opposite door.

Young Master? Why are you free today and come to Xing Tian’s house for a spring outing? "

Shen Gongbao raised his head and looked at the sky. The sky was gloomy and full of dark clouds. It was already autumn, so why spring? Is his brain sick? However, Shen Gongbao, who knew the details of every family in Anyi, did not dare to deal with his old disciple.

Indifferently, he saluted repeatedly with a smile on his face: "What are you always talking about? Aren't your brother Dafeng and I good friends? What's wrong with friends visiting and greeting each other?"

The old man coughed for a long time, and finally spit out a mouthful of thick yellow phlegm, which smashed a floor tile three-thirds in front of Shen Gongbao's toes. Then he finally managed to hold in his breath. "You and our master,

Is the eldest grandson a good friend? Tsk, why are there rumors outside that your fourth son is stabbing our family Dafeng in the back all day long? These are really good friends. Tomorrow you guys will give us Dafeng a break in their relationship.

Wearing a colored hat makes you feel more comfortable, right?"

Shen Gongbao smiled bitterly and bowed repeatedly: "Come on, why do you say it so unpleasantly? Even if I have the heart, do I have the courage? Why are you always making things difficult for me? The juniors in Anyi City fight with each other, aren't they all?

Are they the rules of the older generation? If you hadn’t forced us to keep fighting, I would have been wishing to go to Xifang with Brother Dafeng all day long to have fun. If nothing happened, our friends would beat each other’s heads and bleed. It’s not all forced by you.

of?"

The old man held his breath for a long time, and suddenly laughed loudly: "Little Rabbit understands the truth. If you don't fight each other to the death when you are young, when you grow up and take power, how can you fight with Hairen, Dongyi

Are those people fighting? Go and go in. But you’re not here to see Gale, are you?"

Shen Gongbao smiled at the old disciple: "You know it again. So many people came into your yard last night. Tsk, tsk, why didn't you see Third Grandpa kill someone?"

The old man laughed a few times, walked down the steps with a pair of broken straw sandals, and waved his hands repeatedly: "Go away, you have to go in early. Those people are not thieves, why are they shouting to kill them? If they are thieves, you are so early in the morning

What are you doing here again?"

Shen Gongbao laughed, shook the green cloth parcel in his hand, and was about to step up the steps.

Over there, the sound of fallen leaves being trampled to pieces suddenly came from the street. Shen Gongbao turned his head and looked over curiously, while the old disciple of the Xingtian family frowned and cursed in a low voice: "There is no one here so early in the morning.

Jing Jing, everyone took too much medicine today and got so feverish that they were so flustered? Why did everyone get up even though they were not human? "

Huang Yi was wearing a coarse cloth jacket and trotted over energetically. He saw fallen leaves on the ground along the way. He immediately jumped excitedly and stepped down hard with his feet, crushing the withered leaves to pieces.

The little Huanglong lazily wrapped itself around him, resting its head on Huang Yi's shoulder, its eyes chattering around, and its tail just behind Huang Yi's waist. As soon as it saw the fallen leaves on the ground, it

Huang Long immediately twitched his tail hard and slapped Huang Yi hard on the buttocks, forcing him to jump up and play with the leaves.

The old man laughed: "Hey, finally someone is here. Come on, little guy, let me see this guy. This is a rare thing. We in Daxia are like this."

Shen Gongbao was so angry next to him that he almost fainted. Just now, the old man got up when he said that he was a human being and not a human being. Now he said that Huang Yi was finally a human being. Doesn't that mean that he, Shen Gongbao, was not a human being? But what?

However, this old disciple was something he, Shen Gongbao, could not afford to offend. He could only let out a dull groan, rushed into the courtyard of Xingtian's house with the green cloth parcel, grabbed a servant and shouted: "Your eldest son's friend."

, that barbarian named Chihu Tyrannosaurus, where is his yard?"

The servant looked at the old man and saw that he nodded, then he dropped the broom in his hand, bowed to Shen Gongbao, and led Shen Gongbao away without saying a word.

The yellow dragon on Huang Yi's body allowed the old man to touch and play with it for a few times. It was not until the yellow dragon became impatient and sprayed the old man's face that he smiled and said: "Old sir, I'm looking for a tiger to fight with."

Long, we made an appointment yesterday, is he here now?"

The old man was a little annoyed and wiped off the saliva on his body, knocked Huang Long hard on the forehead, pointed to the door of his house and said: "Go, go, another one is looking for that little barbarian. This kid's luck is terrible

It's so good, it looks like he will become famous in Anyi."

Huang Yi, however, was not interested in those who rose to prominence. He smiled and gave a slight salute to his old disciple, and under the supervision of Huang Long's tail, he jumped into the yard of Xingtian's house. Naturally, he also found a servant and called him

Take yourself to find Xia Hou. The servant only hesitated for a moment, and was sprayed with water by the naughty yellow dragon, making him wet all over. The servant had no choice but to take Huang Yi away with a bitter look on his face.

In Xiahou Jingshe, two boys, Qingmao and Mozao, were sitting under the eaves outside the hall with sad faces. Their eyes were sleepy and their heads were drooping. In the hall, Xiahou, Zhenren Wuguang, Cangfeng, and Taoist Tongtian

There were more than ten disciples sitting cross-legged, holding the leftover tea leaves in their hands, and they were talking in a ecstatic manner.

How to reconcile yin and yang, how to reconcile dragons and tigers; how to absorb the essence of heaven and earth, how to attract the aura of morning glow; how to ponder this golden elixir, how to warm and nourish this baby; what is the realm of communication between heaven and man, and what is the state of attracting qi into the body?

Hierarchy, a group of old and young people talked about it with gusto.

After chatting with Master Wu Guang all night, Xiahou finally realized that Cangfeng's golden elixir had not yet fully formed. However, the true energy in Cangfeng's body was powerful, dense, and endless, but it was more than a hundred times the true energy in Xiahou's body. Therefore,

He can unleash an attack close to that of a great witch in one strike.

In addition to admiration, there is only admiration. No wonder the instructors in the previous life always said that the ancient Qi refiners were much stronger than the monks of later generations. This can be seen from the threshold of entry. People are hundreds of times stronger.

The cost of forming a golden elixir and training a baby is naturally much more powerful than your cheap pill that only costs one hundredth of others. And the mystery behind this is the profoundness of the ancient Qi Refiner.

Take Master Wu Guang as an example, Master Wu Guang has been practicing Qi for two hundred years, and he only managed to form a golden elixir half a year ago. He is at the same level as Xia Hou today. But Master Wu Guang released a little breath at will,

It can make Xiahou's whole body stiff, and the real energy in his body cannot move. The difference is as high as the sky. And Cangfeng, who has been practicing Qi for decades, is just dangling on the threshold of the golden elixir, but the real energy in his body is much stronger than Xiahou's.

That's a lot. If Xiahou hadn't worked hard that day and had excellent luck, but Cangfeng had no experience in fighting, Xiahou would have been defeated long ago.

Master Wu Guang was also secretly shocked. Xiahou, an 'uncivilized savage' from the wilderness, had a wonderful way of speaking, and his understanding of the Dao of Heaven and Man during his conversation had reached an incredible level. Xiahou's casual words,

It can make Wu Guangzhen think about it for a long time. For example, "There are things mixed together, born in heaven and earth. They are lonely and lonely, living without changing, and traveling without danger. She can be the mother of the world. I don't know her name or her nickname."

He said, "This sentence was so frightening that Master Wu Guang didn't come back to his senses for a long time."

Incisive, penetrating, as sharp as a scalpel, he described the invisible state of the Tao. Wu Guangzhen felt that even his master rarely said such penetrating words when teaching Taoism. How could he?

You know, Xia Hou has directly plagiarized Master Laozi's works and shown them off here. This is Laozi's final explanation of the way of heaven. How profound and mysterious is it that Master Wu Guang and the others dare to speculate?

Master Wu Guang could only shout loudly in his heart: "A genius, a born genius!" He originally wanted to accept Cangfeng's request and take Xiahou under his sect, but now he saw that Xiahou's understanding of the way of heaven had reached such a level.

How could he dare to even think about this in such a terrifying state?

"I'm afraid only the head master can accept him as a disciple." Taoist Wu Guang, Cang Feng and other veteran Taoists all thought to themselves.

Xia Hou was also shouting 'great' in his heart, it was simply great. He just threw out those conceptual things that he couldn't understand at all and tried his best to hang them out of his schoolbag. What he got in exchange was the unique skills of Wu Guangzhen and other qigong masters.

Although Zhenren Wuguang did not teach Xiahou his qi-refining secrets exactly as they were, he couldn't help but that his secrets were in the same vein as Xiahou's Xuanwu Xuanwu. Zhenren Wuguang taught Xiahou Tian the truth in just a few words.

Big benefit.

Xiahou's eyes were shining, and his heart was beating as fast as when he secretly kissed the girl he loved when he first fell in love, only to be discovered by the girl's mother. A few formulas inadvertently revealed by Master Wu Guang, Xiahou had found

How to strengthen your true essence as much as possible without improving your realm.

"No wonder in myths and legends, these ancient Qi Refiners will become Daluo Jinxian once they ascend, while those specially hired instructors will be scared out of their wits when faced with a catastrophe. They are not on the same level at all. These Qi Refiners can survive the tribulation.

At that time, although the realm was the same, they already had the power of gods, so a few thunders were nothing?" Xia Hou was so excited that he almost jumped up and cheered. A completely new door opened in front of him.

, can he not cheer for joy?

And this method of increasing one's true energy as much as possible without improving one's realm, which is what Wu Guangzhen and others call "innate true energy", pales in comparison to Wu Guangzhen and his methods of training the soul.

Clumsy.

Xiahou's Xuanwu True Interpretation can also train the soul, so that his consciousness, to put it bluntly, is the continuous enhancement of spiritual power. But if Xiahou is talking about the water in the stream gradually converging into a pond, Wu Guangzhen and others can train the soul.

The method is at the level where the Yangtze River converges to form the sea. The effect of their one-year practice on the soul is comparable to that of Xiahou who practiced hard for a hundred years.

And what is the use of spiritual consciousness, that is, spiritual power? Witchcraft! This is the source of witchcraft!

The so-called witch power is the spiritual power that is fused with the five elements.

The so-called great witches' spiritual power is determined by their bloodline. If their bloodline is good, their spiritual power potential will be great, and they may reach extremely strong levels. And those with poor bloodline may only be able to compete in third- and fifth-level witches and martial arts.

The sorcerers are messing around. The cultivation process of a great witch is just a process of constantly exploring one's own potential, exerting all one's potential as much as possible, and pursuing the skills of using witchcraft. Very few great witches can use acquired means to make their own

The realm of witchcraft has been upgraded.

But for Xia Hou, none of this is a problem. He was born into the witch race, but he has the cultivation method as a backup in his body. His mental power can continue to expand, and it is possible to eventually reach the realm of the Jiuding Great Witch or even surpass the Jiuding.

Infinite possibilities! This is when he uses the Xuanwu True Solution to practice. And a few formulas given by Master Wu Guang can increase the speed of Xiahou Yuanshen's practice by more than a hundred times. Think about his witchcraft power

How fast can it be improved?

Stronger witchcraft power brings stronger **. And stronger ** can accommodate more true energy in the body. More true energy can refine the golden elixir to a solid foundation.

, leading to more powerful and lively mental power. And stronger mental power, after being tempered by the five elements, can generate stronger witchcraft power! What a wonderful and promising virtuous cycle this is!

"It's strange. If the great witches and the alchemists could unite, I'm afraid they would have broken away from the realm of human beings and reached the realm of gods. But how come the disciples of Tongtian Cult Master come to Anyi to set up a dojo, and are still so cautious and sneaky?

Where is the lowly person asking for help?" Xia Hou was extremely puzzled by this question.

After drinking the ice-cold tea in the finely carved white jade cup in one gulp, chewing and swallowing the powdery tea leaves, Xiahou stretched himself and asked as if unintentionally: "Master Wu Guang, this junior is...

I don’t understand why the Qi Refiners don’t practice the methods of the witch clan to make their bodies stronger?” Xiahou thought, if Cangfeng’s body wasn’t so fragile that it almost collapsed at the touch of a touch, he would be the one on the palace campus.

It's hard to beat him.

Master Wu Guang also chewed the tea leaves and swallowed it. He rinsed his mouth with the tea and said with a smile on his face: "You don't know something. What I, the Qi Refiner, train is the soul. This is the root of my destiny."

.The headmaster said that if this body of flesh and skin can eventually reach the invisible and perfect state of the Great Dao, it will be useless. Why should we train him?"

After sneering a few times, Wu Guangzhen looked at Xia Hou and said seriously: "We, the Qi Refiners, swallow the Qi of heaven and earth, speculate on the moral principles of Heaven's heart, and seek to live in symbiosis and immortality with all things in Heaven and Earth. This is the true way of infinity.

The witch clan only seeks the kung fu in its own skin, delaying the training of its origin. The longest-lived witch has turned into a cup of mud in just a few hundred years. It can be seen that we have fallen behind and practiced their methods.

What to do?"

Xia Hou nodded. It turned out to be a different concept. He should have thought of it a long time ago. As for the benefits that the Qi Refiner's formula can bring to the witch clan, I am afraid that no one in the witch clan in the world cares about this except himself. The aloof witch

The clan enjoys everything in Kyushu in the Central Plains. In their minds, the Qi Refiners are just weak heretics. How can they care about what these Qi Refiners are practicing? What's more, it seems that Cangfeng came to Anyi this time to establish a dojo.

After all, the activities of the Qi Refiners are still extremely secretive. How can the people of the Witch Clan know their actual situation?

For a moment, Xia Hou couldn't help but feel a little complacent. Maybe he would be the only one in the world who could combine the advantages of Taoism and witchcraft and get great benefits from them?
To be continued...