After the bloody battle, the remaining guards cleaned up the battlefield and lit a bonfire in the center of the car array, with everyone sitting around the fire.

Except for Chen Gou, who was still sitting cross-legged on the sarcophagus on the roof of the car. The former high priest of the grassland was not killed directly, but was thrown into the coffin after being seriously injured.

Beside the bonfire, the frail old Master Lu Qingchen was wearing a linen cloak, with a long-lost smile on his face.

Taking this opportunity, Ning Que was finally able to ask him for advice on how to enter the path of spiritual practice.

The assassin attacked at night, and Ning Que was the first to find out and call the police, which was considered a great achievement. Lu Qingchen was not a self-conscious person, so he looked at Ning Que carefully at the moment.

After a moment, he gently rubbed the abdominal lines of his index finger with his right thumb and shook his head.

"There is breath between heaven and earth, and that breath is the so-called vitality. Practitioners must first perceive the existence of vitality, introduce it into the body, and activate their own potential before they can enter the realm of practice."

Lu Qingchen was sitting in a remote corner, with the light of the bonfire shining on his body. He slowly retracted his palms and looked at Ning Que, whose face was calm and there was no expectation in his eyes. In fact, his hands were trembling slightly, and he gently

Sighed.

"Among all living beings in the world, there are only one genius in the world who can sense vitality on their own. Those who are inferior can sense it under the guidance of seniors. Unfortunately, there is no aura fluctuation on your body. The snow-capped mountains and aura are as empty as wild fields."

"……Nothing at all."

After hearing this assertion, Ning Que was silent for a long time.

Although he didn't understand it well, he also knew that it meant that not only was he not a spiritual genius, he was not even a mediocre person, but a loser.

It is almost impossible for him to become the practitioner he longed for in this life!

When Ning Que smiled bitterly, Sang Sang couldn't bear it and asked, "Is there really nothing we can do?"

"I can't do anything."

Lu Qingchen's face was full of regrets. He had been secretly observing Ning Que along the way. In fact, he also quite admired his character and methods.

In his opinion, if Ning Que can really practice, even if he has low qualifications and a one-of-a-kind determination, his future is limitless, but it is a pity that Ning Que's fate is really unlucky.

"Thank you, Master, for your guidance. I just apologized."

Ning Que stood up and saluted the old man, his face returned to calm, and there was no trace of loneliness anymore.

His will is as strong as stone, and no matter what his future may be, he will never let him feel resentful.

"Based on your situation, it is extremely difficult to embark on the path of spiritual practice according to common sense. However, things are unpredictable. What I can't do doesn't mean that others can't do it."

Lu Qingchen finally couldn't bear it and spoke when Ning Que turned around.

"Datang Academy is unfathomable. If you can climb to the second floor, who knows what wonderful things will happen. It may help you embark on the path of spiritual practice."

"This is one. Secondly, you may ask that gentleman to try. He can easily suppress the high priest of the knowing destiny realm. He is most likely to be an existence above the fifth realm. His capabilities are far beyond what I can guess. As for you,

The question is whether he is willing to give you advice..."

After the words fell, Lu Qingchen couldn't help but shake his head.

Obviously, he couldn't figure out why a soldier from the border army could walk into the second floor of the academy or get advice from a powerful person who broke through the five realms.

To this day, not only does he still not know Chen Gou's true realm, he even feels that it is becoming more mysterious and unpredictable.

"Thank you, Master!"

Ning Que remembered all Lu Qingchen's words in his heart, as if they were carved with a knife, and bowed deeply to him.

Although the old man did not directly lead him into the door of spiritual practice, his advice was equally worth tens of thousands of dollars.

It is said that reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. In fact, there is another half sentence, that is, traveling thousands of miles is not as good as having the ancestors show you the way!

A casual word from a senior person can often point the newcomers in the right direction and avoid countless detours.

After a while...

Chen Gou, who was still sitting in the sarcophagus looking at the dogtail grass, suddenly heard footsteps approaching. He looked up and saw Ning Que and his maid Sangsang saluting him respectfully under the carriage.

"I know why you are here. Just answer me a question. If you answer it correctly, you will get what you want."

Chen Gou wore a natal mask on his face, and what appeared clearly was a look of mourning.

One characteristic of this aspect is that it can subtly influence the beliefs of people around you, making them gradually develop a favorable impression and even respect and worship you.

"Sir, please give me a question!"

Ning Que stood up straight and looked calm, but in fact he was extremely excited and said.

He grasped the key points keenly...as long as he answers correctly, he will get what he wants.

This means that the other party must have a way to lead him into the path of spiritual practice!

"Why does this grass wither in winter, sprout and grow again the next spring, but after death, ashes return to ashes, and dust returns to dust?"

When Ning Que heard this strange question, he carefully stared at the dog's tail grass placed in front of Chen Gou and fell into deep thought.

"Because of the roots!"

It didn't take long, just a few minutes, before he gave his answer.

"Grass has roots. Only its leaves on the ground die in winter, but the roots remain in the soil. As long as there are roots, they can sprout again every spring. However, there are no similar roots left after death, so naturally there is no way.

Resurrection."

"You think this is just a boring question? In fact, this is the truth..."

After Chen Gou heard Ning Que's answer, he nodded and said.

In fact, how could Chen Gou not think of the answer that Ning Que could think of?

However, it is one thing to know the result, but it is another thing to transform it into the secret of order that condenses the divine crystal.

In the past few days, Chen Gou spent most of his time doing the latter, but now that he has got what he wants, he can begin to initially condense the divine crystals of order in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The reason why I used this question to test Ning Que was just by the way.

He had to find some excuse and steps, otherwise what would it be like for a demigod to accept an ordinary boy's request and just accept it?

It’s simply self-destructive!

"Have you ever heard of zombies?"

Chen Gou took out a blood crystal from the storage space and held it between his fingers. A terrifying and ominous aura suddenly filled the air.

Ning Que's soul was shaken, and the look of horror on his face already represented the answer.

"Legend has it that in the ancient world of gods, the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven turned into a drought demon due to a curse, and created a zombie family with her blood. This blood crystal can not only help you awaken the law, but also allow you to directly possess the bloodline of a generation of zombies!"

The blood crystal is called the Blood Crystal of the First Generation Corpse Ancestor. It was obtained by Chen Gou in the world of Master Wu Xin, and was derived from the natal essence and blood of the female demon.

Although it has been obtained for a long time, there has never been a suitable opportunity to use it. It happened to be that he wanted to help Ning Que awaken now, and he could not find other awakening items such as devil fruits, so he simply took out this blood crystal.

Its value is naturally unparalleled, far superior to that of platinum props, and cannot be matched by ordinary diamond props.

Because after this blood crystal creates a generation of zombies, it can also create a second generation of zombies from one generation of zombies, and then a third generation, a fourth generation... a zombie group will be born from this!

But although it was precious, Chen Gou had no heartache at all.

He was reluctant to let go of his children, so since he wanted Ning Que to be his helper, he naturally had to invest first.

And the earlier you invest, the bigger your investment will be, and the greater your future returns will be.

With Ning Que's character, he can never be intimidated, he can only be moved by emotion.

"The first-generation zombie bloodline does not have the disadvantages of lower-level zombies that they cannot see the light, or must drink human blood, but after all, it is an ominous bloodline, so you should think carefully before making a decision whether to use it or not."

Chen Gou looked at Ning Que and said meaningfully.

Zombies are such dark creatures, those who like them will become obsessed with them, and those who don't like them can't wait to burn them all when they see them.

"Don't think about it, I'll do it!" Ning Que didn't hesitate.

Now, he had almost given up. Without knowing that he could enter the academy, he naturally would not let go of this possibility, which might be his only hope of becoming a practitioner in his life.

When he was in Weicheng, he had heard countless times that only those truly perverted geniuses could practice cultivation. He originally hoped that he would be one of the geniuses, but unfortunately the reality was cruel and he was not.

As a result, the path to spiritual practice was almost cut off, and the Corpse Ancestor Blood Crystal in front of him was like a piece of pie falling from the sky and hitting him on the head.

"In that case, come up here. I will protect your path while you absorb the blood crystal." Chen Gou pointed at the second half of the sarcophagus and said.

Ning Que did not take action immediately, but looked at him and asked in a deep voice: "I never believe that people are good for no reason. I dare to ask, sir...what do I need to do?"

Chen Gou chuckled: "I would like to accept you as my disciple, what do you think?"

He just asked tentatively, and Ning Que finally agreed. Even if he didn't agree, as long as he used the Corpse Ancestor Blood Crystal, he still couldn't escape from his grasp.

Ning Que's face was filled with astonishment: "With my previous cultivation, if I wanted to recruit a disciple, there would be a large number of geniuses coming to worship me. Why should I be accepted as a loser?"

At this moment, he felt a mixture of surprise and doubt in his heart.

Chen Gou said lightly: "In your opinion, which one is more fulfilling, teaching geniuses to become talents or teaching wastes to become talents?"

Ning Que: "..."

Many questions cannot be answered.

Ning Que is like this now. He doesn't understand or understand, but he still accepts it.

Bearing a great hatred, he must become stronger!

When he kicked his feet on the ground and jumped onto the carriage, he was suddenly startled.
To be continued...