The gray window on the second floor of an attic was pushed open from the inside. The morning sunshine was so warm. Standing at the window was an enchanting woman, smiling slightly, squinting her eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun. The enchantress Mu Tian
Xue, one of the dark lords of the dark world and the protector of the Dark Blood Pavilion, is smart and has a lot of cultivation. She has practiced charm since she was a child, and she only shows this innocent smile when she is alone.
But this habit changed a month ago. Mu Tianxue and the boy he brought back seemed to have some kind of consensus and trust each other. Mu Tianxue showed his completely true self in front of the boy, and the boy wanted to
The desire to become a strong man and the twisted psychology of excessive pursuit of powerful power are also blocked, and he looks like a normal teenage boy, except for the weird and funny black robe.
Jian Tianchen lay on the wisteria chair and rubbed his eyes, and saw clearly the beautiful woman by the window who had disappeared for a whole month. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong: Without her knowing, I looked at that beautiful woman.
This mysterious book of cultivation.
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Will she be angry, even.
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Thinking of this, Jian Tianchen suddenly woke up and moved his hand to the armrest of the chair, but the ancient black book he had placed on the armrest of the chair before going to bed was missing.
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"Little Guitou, are you awake?" Mu Tianxue did not turn around. I don't know how she knew that the boy had woken up.
Jian Tianchen was a little at a loss: "Well, that..." He responded and looked around, looking for the strange book.
"Are you looking for this?" Mu Tianxue still didn't look back. He held an ancient black book in his left hand that was raised backwards. There was no emotion in his voice.
"Uh... that... um," Jian Tianchen hesitated, as if he had done something wrong and was afraid of being scolded by his parents.
"If you can understand it, just take it. It's not a precious thing. I originally wanted to teach you something else. If you like this, just learn this. Teaching knowledge is really not suitable for me..." The beauty seemed to be saying something.
Talking to himself, with an unprecedented laziness in his voice, he threw it away, and the strange book fell neatly into Jian Tianchen's arms.
Jian Tianchen, who was afraid of being blamed, put down his worries when he saw that Mu Tianxue was not angry. "Thank you, thank you."
Hearing Jian Tianchen's joyful yet shy voice, the beauty's eyes suddenly flashed as she was enjoying the sun bathing, and it passed by in a flash.
"You're a very energetic kid. You can persevere in such a boring exercise without any sense of progress and achievement." Mu Tianxue said with some sigh.
His slightly tired eyes stayed on Jian Tianchen for a few seconds, then he moved away and said in a casual tone: "Few people can successfully practice this magic book. The reason is that the practice methods in this book are different from ordinary ones."
There will be corresponding improvements at each level of the skill."
The beauty's tone became a bit complaining, "There are only five levels of weak water magic training. What is annoying is that only those who have reached the top fifth level can have the ability to summon and use weak water. The first four stages have no fucking effect at all. And
The practice of this technique is extremely difficult, and some people just stay in the first stage for their entire lives without any improvement, do you understand?"
For some reason, Mu Tianxue suddenly showed extreme dissatisfaction, and his voice became louder and louder, until it almost reached the point of shouting.
Jian Tianchen had never seen Mu Tianxue so glum before, holding the black book in his hand and looking at her quietly.
"Magic, as the name suggests, is a method of using power other than physical strength (magic power). It refers to a magician using his or her own mental power to change and transform through spells, talismans, etc., without any physical contact.
The skills and methods to destroy and strengthen certain things and characters. In short, magic is a technique to change things in unusual ways according to personal wishes. And this magic book does not have a spell at all.
It describes the gathering of elements." Mu Tianxue's tone contained anger.
"The Weak Water Scripture was created by a dark god-level expert in the dark world a long time ago. Due to its age, the recorded text is difficult to read, but I think you can understand it, so I saved a lot of time.
trouble."
"Okay, now do as I say. First try your best to condense the water element in the body, and then push the power of this element into the limbs and bones, and then return to the chest. Repeat this over and over again, and the speed of operation should gradually increase." Mu Tian
Xue explained patiently. Jian Tianchen hurriedly followed Mu Tianxue's instructions, sat down cross-legged, and circulated the power of elements in his body.
"This method of driving the weak water element has a lot to do with talent. People with good talent can master it in three to five years. Those with poor talent, as I said, may still stay in the first stage for the rest of their lives. And what I said
What I'm talking about are just some shortcuts I used during my cultivation. Whether you can really succeed depends on yourself." Mu Tianxue's charming face showed a rare serious expression.
Jian Tianchen frowned, said nothing, and continued to circulate the elemental power in his body.
At this moment, winter is approaching in the Maple Forest Mountains, and most of the leaves of the trees have fallen off. Only a few unnamed species remain evergreen all year round. The dim sunset is about to set on the horizon, and the flaming clouds on the horizon are so beautiful and spectacular.
A middle-aged man in his forties was walking at the foot of the Maple Mountain Mountains. He was dressed in exquisite white clothes, with a tattoo of a proud and flying sword on his shoulder. He was noble and elegant, and he could tell at a glance that he was rich and powerful.
He was born in a family with sharp steps and elegant figure, but there was a little anxiety on his handsome face, as if he was looking for something.
"I have been searching non-stop for three months. Finally, I got some clues a few days ago. I learned that Chen'er is still alive in the Maple Forest Mountains. But I have been searching for so many days..." The middle-aged man stood in the original position.
He was thinking about it. Suddenly, the white figure suddenly moved forward. At the place where he had just landed, three iron drills as thick as forearms pierced out of the ground. If the middle-aged man had been half a minute slower, I am afraid that his whole body would have been broken.
Penetrated by an iron drill.
"Who is it?" The sudden change did not seem to make him panic. The middle-aged man slowly turned around, and at some point there was a long purple sword in his hand. His handsome face was a little unreal under the setting sun.