In front of the broken bone flute, Jiang Ming stood still, seemingly listening carefully, but his heart was as calm as ever.
"Those words come back and forth..."
Jiang Ming sighed in his heart. He had listened to it several times when Li Yuankang and others tried it just now, but the words he heard back and forth only totaled more than a hundred words, and they were missing a beginning and a tail, so a lot of content was obviously missing.
And when he played in person, there was no difference. The words he heard were still the same...
"But this is an unexpected surprise. This hundred-character fragment is obviously related to tempering blood energy. It seems to be a breathing method. If you go back and study it, it may also be of great benefit to the foundation of martial arts!"
"Huh? Not good..."
Jiang Ming's heart suddenly jumped. After he personally injected spiritual power and listened to the Taoist sounds again, the Taoist sounds in the bone flute suddenly disappeared. The hundred-word fragment could no longer be heard, leaving only
The whining sound and even the babble were gone.
"Could it be that after someone plays the bone flute and hears it completely, the Taoist sound will disappear?"
Jiang Ming made a random guess and stopped thinking. The most important thing at this time was to stabilize the situation.
"Don't panic... Zhou Quan doesn't know that there is a Taoist sound in this bone flute..."
Jiang Ming comforted himself. The more he panicked, the more secrets he revealed. As long as he didn't panic, no one would be able to see anything.
He continued to listen carefully until he felt that the time was almost the same as the others... then reluctantly stepped back from the bone flute, shaking his head with a look of unwilling disappointment.
"I can't hear anything..." Jiang Ming sighed softly: "Am I really not talented enough? Not enough opportunities?"
Several people behind him showed that they were indeed like this, and Zhou Quan also smiled and comforted: "Fellow Taoist, don't give up on yourself. It seems that there is really nothing in this bone flute... If any of you fellow Taoists are interested in studying it, I will sell it at a low price."
Got it!"
Several people shook their heads, no one wanted to waste spiritual stones on this thing.
Jiang Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it's good... no one found any clues.
He glanced at Zhou Quan, who looked very shrewd. He probably wouldn't have thought that his treasure would be scrapped like this...
"But why am I the only one who can hear the sound? Is this sound related to martial arts, so only people with high attainments in martial arts can hear it?"
Jiang Ming thought to himself, but only seeing this bone flute, it is difficult to judge anything.
"By the way... that thundering bow!" Jiang Ming's mind moved: "If that bow is related to the Black Stone Ruins, is it also something brought out from the Black Stone Ruins? Did it have a Taoist sound attached to it... After it was heard by others?
Just disappeared?"
He couldn't help but wonder whether forces like the Fire Lotus Valley had mastered many Taoist texts, fragments, etc. of the black stone ruins...
But there are no answers to these, unless Jiang Ming meets the people from Fire Lotus Valley again...
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After the treasure appraisal, there is a banquet...
In the afternoon, all the practitioners in Xiaoqianshan dispersed and left.
On the flitting wine gourd, Jiang Ming and several others made a copy of the foundation-building insights purchased by the group. They were all satisfied. With this harvest alone, the trip was considered worthwhile.
"I'm going to fight for the Blackstone Ruins thirty years from now!"
In front of the wine gourd, Li Yuankang, who had always turned his back to everyone, suddenly spoke. His voice was ethereal in the wind, but it contained a firm meaning.
Everyone was stunned. Everyone in Xiaoqianshan didn't know that Li Yuankang was the most dashing person. He was uninhibited and free all his life. He only loved fine wine and didn't like fighting with others. He was a good gentleman in Xiaoqianshan.
What chance of immortality, powerful cave, Li Yuankang has never participated in it, why did he suddenly change his gender now...
"Only when you face death do you know what fear is!" Li Yuankang murmured, his white hair dancing in the wind, his free and uninhibited figure, and he also looked a little stooped at this time...
Only then did the other people realize, yes...this good gentleman from Xiao Qianshan doesn't have long to live.
Everyone in the world is fighting for survival, who can really see whether Dan will live or die...
"Black stone ruins..." Jiang Ming murmured in his heart, a little worried
Waves...
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Canghui Mountains.
In the early morning, the mist filled the air.
Jiang Ming stood at the entrance of a cave, doing a set of boxing skills casually.
But his breathing was very different from usual, longer and longer, and contained a certain special rhythm.
After a while, Jiang Ming's breathing suddenly became turbulent and he stopped his boxing...
"This breathing method is really good, but it's a pity that it's incomplete, and there's no way to practice it outside..."
Jiang Ming shook his head, feeling a little regretful.
That day, what he obtained from the incomplete bone flute was an unknown martial arts body-refining breathing method. After returning to Hongyang City, he carefully understood and practiced it for a few days, and then came to the Canghui Mountains to truly practice.
stand up.
"This breathing method cannot increase blood energy, but it can temper my blood energy and make it more condensed and thicker. Even if it has not broken through the bottleneck, it has made my martial arts cultivation more solid and powerful..."
Jiang Ming took a few deep breaths to calm his boiling blood, then waved his hand and slashed in the air.
boom……
A streak of crimson blood energy burst out from his palm, turning into a bloody bolt and slashing out, like a streak of crimson lightning piercing the void, slashing straight for about forty feet before dissipating.
"When I didn't practice this breathing method, my blood power could only cut more than 30 feet. After practicing for just over a month, I have made such huge progress!"
"However, the speed of condensation has gradually slowed down, but this is normal... If the blood power can cut more than fifty feet, I am afraid that I will never meet an opponent again during the Qi training period!"
For immortal cultivators in the Qi training stage, the attack distance of spells is only twenty or thirty feet. Even with the blessing of magic weapons, it can never exceed fifty feet...
Jiang Ming was a little frightened. He had been searching for a long time in Xiaoqian Mountain, but he had never seen such a powerful martial arts technique. It was just an incomplete breathing technique, but it was so powerful. If it were a complete technique...
"That is definitely a martial arts foundation-building level or above!"
Jiang Ming took a deep breath. Maybe he could still break through by collecting spiritual materials and elixirs to establish the foundation of martial arts, but the subsequent skills were completely gone. Unexpectedly, there was another village where there was a bright future, and now he encountered a clue...
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"I don't know how the Black Stone Ruins will develop. It would be great if we can find out some mistakes by then!"
Jiang Ming thought in his heart, as for rushing directly into the Black Stone Ruins? That is absolutely impossible...
He stretched out and rode Feijian back to Hongyang City.
Tomorrow is the time agreed with several Xiao Qianshan casual cultivators to go back. After more than a year of rectification, Xiao Qianshan is now completely stable. Many fellow practitioners are rushing back one after another.
After all, the aura of Hongyang City is still too thin. It's okay to be free for a while, but if you live here for a long time, your whole body will be ruined.
Jiang Ming is also planning to take advantage of this moment to go to the black market to see if he can buy something. He has spirit stones in his pocket, so why bother hunting for things that can be bought with spirit stones...
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Xiaoqianshan.
Jiang Ming walked in the middle of the golden rice fields and couldn't help but take a deep breath. Feeling the rich spiritual energy flowing through his body, he suddenly felt much more relaxed.
"Go home and take a look first!"
Jiang Ming hurried back to Xiaoqingfeng in a familiar way, and passed by the spiritual field at the foot of the mountain. He was about to return directly to his small courtyard, but he made a soft sound and landed at the edge of the spiritual field.
"Old Guzi?" Jiang Ming looked at the old man with dull eyes and dirty body in front of him, almost not daring to recognize him.