The first thousand one hundred and eighty-fifth chapters guard
There are many powerful people in Kyoto, and great masters, masters, and great masters gather from time to time.
This place of Zhenjing can only be described as Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.
The small city is hidden in the wild, the middle city is hidden in the city, and the big city is hidden in the court.
There are few powerful practitioners who have Xianyun Yehe. Basically, they all have temporary positions within the Dongyue system. The only difference is the position or authority.
Whenever necessary, they can be recruited.
The education system, such as the Ministry of Education, various universities, even middle and high schools, and violent institutions such as the Inspection Department and the Military Department, are all places where great cultivators work, but there are very few people who work in politics.
However, if one's cultivation reaches the Grand Master level, one will be involved in various fields and have certain voting rights.
Different levels have different ways of looking at problems, and different pursuits and needs.
The same was true for Xu Zhi, who did not escape this pattern.
Before he entered the cultivation level, he just wanted to earn some money when he grew up so that Xu Zheng could live a more comfortable life in his later years, marry a wife and have children, and have three generations living under the same roof.
As his practice progresses, he gains a little confidence, and taps into his abilities, if he wants to become stronger, that would be better, at least he won't live his life in a muddle like ordinary people.
When he secured various resources and reached the expert level that most cultivators reach in their lifetimes, his mind changed again. After spending so much money to continue practicing and advance, he would not just be an idler, he would have to do something.
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At that time, he just felt that he was beginning to have the ability and could use this ability to do the right things.
But now, what he has come into contact with and what he possesses has formed a network that is difficult to cut off. Many people are watching his progress, looking forward to the day when he will become a master and become a sect.
The Yan family is like this, the Gu family is like this, the Tuo family is like this, and even Lu Sheng'an, Chen Jingsi, Qiao Mu and many others.
Moving forward under this kind of gaze did not make him feel difficult or irresistible. Instead, it motivated him and even helped him.
Just like this, at this moment, he was sitting cross-legged in front of Situ Xuankong, accepting the inspection of the old man.
Based on Yan Xuankong's identity, he could call Situ Xuankong "Master" in the same way.
When he came to Kyoto, this was the person he had to visit.
He wanted to see His Majesty Song Zhongkai, but without Situ Xuankong's guidance, he would not have been able to see that existence.
"It's strange." Situ Xuankong looked at Xu Zhi carefully and said, "Your Qi is flowing smoothly and your limbs are fine, but your murderous aura is extremely restrained. It's because you received some stimulation somewhere."
"Maybe there are too many jumpscares in South Australia."
Xu Zhiqian laughed, he would not say that he had killed too many people.
Killing too many pigs will give you a fierce aura. Not to mention that he killed hundreds of people a while ago, and his energy and spirit will inevitably be affected.
Being nauseous when seeing greasy food is just one of the side effects.
"I haven't been sparring with opponents of the same level in recent times. Now you can hurt someone at the least, or kill someone at the worst. Your attacks will be very natural, and it will be difficult to control the severity."
"No, I haven't done anything yet," Xu Zhi replied.
Before eating lamb brains and braised meat normally, he would basically not compete with others.
If it were an ordinary moment and he encountered a rare opponent of the same level as Yi Chuan, he would have to fight to some extent.
"Well, I heard Xiaoyan said that you killed tens of thousands of Tiaodiao in South Australia. Are you thinking about it?"
Xiaoyan and Xu Zhi thought about it for a while, but they didn't know whether Situ Xuankong was talking about master Yan Xingxia or master Yan Xuankong. Anyway, both of them knew about it and knew about the great things he had done.
"I was practicing my stick skills."
"You can practice a hammer, and what kind of stick skills can you practice with Sha Tiao Tiao?"
Situ Xuankong replied angrily that after living for so many years, he had never met anyone practicing Sha Tiao Tiao, nor had he seen anyone come out of Sha Tiao Tiao in the future.
"Come on, come on, since you are bragging about your stick skills, then show me how many moves you can practice. If you are good at stick skills, you will be rewarded. If you are not good at stick skills, you can practice kung fu for ten days at my Fukang Waterfall."
Jumping exercises may not count, but waterfall exercises are common. The strong impact brought by the water flow is used to exercise the body and balance, which greatly improves the internal energy and martial arts.
Fukang Waterfall is such a man-made cultivation device. As long as the machine is turned on, the adjustable water will flow down from the fifteenth floor where Situ Xuankong is.
Xu Zhi was not sure whether he should reveal his true identity and practice the waterfall exercises. He thought it was good. This punishment was equivalent to a reward.
After all, this master cares too much about his juniors.
"Why, do you think my reward is not enough, or do you think my punishment is not harsh?"
"It's enough, it's very, very fierce."
Xu Zhi nodded repeatedly. Punishment can be regarded as a reward. Wouldn't the reward be more attractive and reliable?
Pulling out an iron-wood stick for training from the weapons rack in the training ground, Xu Zhi slowly practiced his Qianjun stick technique.
Showing what you have learned in front of a great master is definitely what many practitioners want. Even casual guidance can save you many detours.
Xu Zhi is no exception. More than a year ago, he demonstrated it completely in front of Yan Xingxia, and later in front of Song Zhongkai and others. He benefited a lot from the advice given.
The first time he showed it in front of Situ Xuankong, he played extremely calmly.
In addition to the stick technique routine, he also started to mix various stick techniques. When Situ Xuankong took an iron-wood stick with great interest and came over to use it, Xu Zhi's offensive suddenly became fierce.
"Qianjun"
After the final evolved move of the Qianjun Stick Technique was struck, Situ Xuankong nodded slightly, raised his stick slightly to block it, and then heard Xu Zhi shout loudly.
"guard"
After this stick hit, Situ Xuankong closed his eyes, and the long stick slightly moved, resting on Xu Zhi's extremely fierce long stick.
click
There was just a crisp sound, and the long stick as hard as iron was broken into two pieces.
With half a long stick in hand, Xu Zhi bowed and retreated.
"Not bad, a bit interesting."
Situ Xuankong closed his eyes and nodded slightly, as if he was thinking about it.
"You hit the stick like a mountain and fell like a shadow. You have already emerged from your own rudiment. You don't need any guidance from me."
Xu Zhiqing knew that what Situ Xuankong said was the unique skill of his Crazy Demonic Stick Technique. With the extremely high mental level at that time, he could almost perfect this trick to a certain extent.
At least, there is no need to make any modifications below the Grandmaster level.
As long as his energy level and Qi training skills continue to improve, his stick will become more powerful, returning to the level when he fought against Chen Jingsi, and even surpassing the power of the stunt he played at that time due to his improvement in Qi training skills.
"Then, should I go to get the prize or go to the waterfall?"
Whether the practice is good or not depends on the master making the final judgment.
"What's the name for your unique stick skill? It's a killing stick, but you actually call it 'Guardian'. The stick skill is good, very good, but the name is a bit bad, not good."
Xu Zhi's heart skipped a beat. He never dreamed that Situ Xuankong's dislike of bad things came from his name. He just chose the name based on the words in it just because he relied on the stone statue of the Guardian God of the Earth to hit the stick shadow like a mountain.
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Like Qianjun Cudgel, he also chose names in this way, directly intercepting the words for memory.
Before he perfects it to a certain level, he has to resort to shouting to increase his momentum when releasing his stick technique, and he cannot change his accustomed name for a while.
The special skill of Crazy Magic Stick Technique is destined to prevent the ‘guard’ from running away.
"Go and stay under Fukang Waterfall for a while to wash away your mental bad luck. After ten days, I will take you to Lao Song."
A name delays a reward.
But he doesn’t know what the reward is. If he doesn’t listen and his heart doesn’t move, he can practice under the Fukang Falls. It’s no problem, it’s pretty good.