Chapter 41 The Holy Spirit Grade Cultivation Technique
"Brother Zhong, are you still asleep?" A faint blush appeared on Ning Jie's face, her voice was a little twisted, and her two delicate white hands gently rubbed her clothes.
The bookish and intellectual beauty poses like a little girl. The strong contrast actually exudes amazing charm.
"No, no..." Zhong Wen's mouth was dry and he led her in sideways, "Sister Ning, please come in and talk."
"Yeah." Ning Jie moved lightly and entered Zhong Wen's room. Her delicate nose wrinkled slightly, "It smells good."
"My little brother was just handling medicinal materials, so there is still some medicinal fragrance left in the room." Zhong Wen responded casually, "I wonder if sister has any advice?".
"Brother Zhong, every time I enter a strange environment, I always have trouble falling asleep at night." Ning Jie stared at Zhong Wen with a pair of beautiful eyes like autumn water, her pupils were cut like water, and her red lips were lightly parted, "So I have an unkind invitation, please don't
I know if Brother Zhong can agree."
Does she really want to be with me...
Being stared at by Ning Jie with such affection (Zhong Wen's personal understanding), his heart was beating wildly and he could hardly control himself.
Beauty, you are tempting me to make a mistake. I already have someone I like!
Zhong Wen was struggling in his heart, but he hesitated and said: "Sister, sister, please speak."
"Wow!"
But Ning Jie reached out to take off the pink baggage on her back and shook it. A pile of books were scattered on the table, covering the table, and two of them fell to the ground.
"Brother Zhong, apart from studying ancient divine literature, I don't have any other hobbies on weekdays. Apart from issues related to divine literature, I can hardly hold anything else in my mind." Ning Jie held the scroll in her hand and said softly, "You are also famous.
A first-class scholar of theology must be able to understand my sister's mood. It's rare to meet a close friend. Why don't you and I talk by candlelight at night and discuss knowledge together?"
Zhong Wen: “…..”
I understand the devil...
While Zhong Wen breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He felt that his charm was not as great as he imagined.
"Brother Zhong." Ning Jie's voice became softer and softer, with a pleading look in her eyes.
"Since my sister is so elegant, how can I not accompany her to the end?" Zhong Wen sighed.
When it comes to beautiful women, I still have no ability to refuse.
While he was thinking about it, he began to look through the ancient books piled on the table by Ning Jie. Suddenly, a book called "Spirit Devouring Heaven Jue" attracted his attention.
He pretended to put his hand on top of the exercise inadvertently and closed his eyes.
"I found the 'Gongshu' book "Spirit Devouring Heaven Jue". Do you want to include it? Yes/No."
As Zhong Wen silently said "Yes" in his heart, the book "Spirit Devouring Heaven" was successfully included in the "Xinhua Tibetan Scripture Pavilion" in his mind. Looking at the placement of the books, Zhong Wen was almost shocked.
Even my jaw dropped to the ground.
Holy Spirit level!
This was the first time Zhong Wen had seen the highest level of martial arts since he came to this world. He couldn't suppress the beating of his heart and felt that the flow of blood had accelerated a lot.
A line of small words appeared on the bookshelf panel:
"When you enter the 'Holy Spirit Level' technique for the first time, you will get an extra lottery reward: 1. Enlightenment (three volumes); 2. Return to the Sect with Ten Thousand Swords; 3. Dragon Capturing Skill."
This time, the extra lottery reward for the Holy Spirit level can be described as luxurious. Looking at the lottery panel, Zhong Wen instinctively looked left and right, and found that Emperor Ou Leng Wushuang was not around, so he rubbed his hands in disappointment and silently said "draw lots".
"Congratulations on receiving the award: Enlightenment (three volumes)!"
After drawing lots, he received three volumes of "Enlightenment". Including the previous one that had not been used, Zhong Wen already had four options for initiation. However, he felt empty in his heart. After all, the last two options were all different no matter how he looked at them.
Feel tempting.
"Brother Zhong." Ning Jie's melodious voice came to his ears, bringing Zhong Wen back to reality, "What do you think of this sentence?"
"From what I see, the meaning of this sentence is..." Looking at the book in Ning Jie's hand, Zhong Wen patiently "discussed" with her, pretending not to recognize some words from time to time in order to avoid being too high-profile and annoying.
Suspect.
Ning Jie is worthy of being the first person in ancient divine literature of the younger generation. She has a strong talent for learning Chinese characters. In many places, as long as Zhong Wen gives a little hint, she can often understand them instantly, and even draw inferences from one example, which makes Zhong Wen very good at teaching.
There is a sense of accomplishment. One of them is a loser and the other is a genius. They chat happily and enjoy themselves.
Ning Jie increasingly felt that Zhong Wen's attainments in theology were unfathomable. After just discussing for more than an hour, she gained more insights than the past two years of hard training combined. She simply couldn't stop.
It wasn't until Zhong Wen yawned so much that she could barely open her eyes that she reluctantly left the room, looking back from time to time, quite like a young couple in love.
Little did they know that Zhong Wen was waiting for her to leave in the room, and after eagerly reading the Holy Spirit-level exercises, he was so angry that he almost fainted from tears.
"The name of the skill: Devouring Souls and Devouring Heavens;
Origin of the technique: Yuan Sheng Xinghai Walker’s self-created technique;
Characteristics of the skill: it can swallow the spiritual power in spiritual objects and turn it into one's own cultivation, especially spiritual crystals. There are no barriers to advancement;
Cultivation conditions: before the age of ten."
"Oh my god, aren't you kidding me?" Zhong Wen looked at the cultivation condition of "before the age of ten" and was so angry that his liver ached.
He has many Star Spirit-level exercises in his hands, but he has never thought about practicing on his own. He just hopes that one day he can get a copy of the top Holy Spirit exercises in the "Xinhua Tibetan Scripture Pavilion".
He has set a small goal for himself to master the best skills.
After finally encountering the Holy Spirit Kung Fu, I thought I would rise from now on. When facing powerful enemies, I would not have to hide behind the two beautiful sisters Lin Zhiyun and Shangguan Junyi.
Giant, but unexpectedly, this great dream only lasted for an hour and was shattered.
After a while, he recovered from his aggrieved mood and began to look through the other twenty or so ancient books collected from Ning Jie.
"Huh?" His eyes lit up when he read the spirit pattern illustrated book "The Complete Book of Spiritual Patterns for Cultivation".
This spiritual pattern book talks about a kind of "spirit gathering pattern" from ancient times, which can greatly increase the intensity of spiritual power around the spiritual pattern and create the most ideal place for cultivation.
However, this kind of "Spirit Gathering Pattern" has extremely high requirements for driving energy. If ordinary spirit crystals are installed on it, it will run out of energy in less than half a day. It requires an extremely precious energy source: spirit crystal core.
Zhong Wen's heart moved when he saw it. He thought of the room full of spiritual crystal cores on the second floor of the Medicine King Valley's spiritual crystal warehouse, as well as the hill made of spiritual crystal cores in his ring.
According to the book, the spirit crystal core is the core of a spirit crystal vein. All the spirit crystals in the vein are under the influence of the spirit crystal core. After tens of millions of years of accumulation, they gradually transform from ordinary stones into spirit crystals.
In other words, the energy of one spiritual crystal core is almost equivalent to that of an entire spiritual crystal mine, which shows how valuable it is.
Are there so many spiritual crystals hidden in my ring?
While Zhong Wen was speechless, he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.
If someone asks him in the future: Do you have a mine at home?
He can answer openly: Yes, there are many mines.
If I had this kind of "spirit gathering pattern" all around Piaohua Palace...
Thinking of the spiritual mist that almost turned into reality in Yaowang Valley, Zhong Wen almost drooled. He shook his head and put aside the matter of spiritual patterns for the time being. He took out the freshly refined "Mortal Transformation Pill" and put it to his nose.
It was less than nine o'clock in the morning, and the sound of "Heh! Heh!" could already be heard from the martial arts performance hall of Jindaomen.
The master of the sect, Zheng Gongming, would get up early every day and lead a group of disciples to practice the golden sword technique.
As a major force in Fufeng City, the martial arts performance hall of Jindaomen is almost the size of a quarter of a football field. Less than thirty disciples are arranged in a square formation in the hall, with people separated by two meters, making it appear that
Very spacious and empty.
After Zheng Gongming personally practiced the sword technique, he paced back and forth in front of the square formation, squinting his eyes to observe the movements of his disciples, and occasionally giving pointers.
Zheng Yueting was not with her fellow apprentices, but found an open space to practice alone. She used a lancet, which was different from other people's swordsmanship, so she couldn't practice in one place.
Among the male disciples, many were waving their swords while secretly glancing at this flowery junior sister from the corner of their eyes, their eyes full of admiration.
With Zheng Yueting's appearance and figure, she is considered outstanding even in the entire Daqian Empire, let alone the small Fufeng City. It's no wonder that these young and energetic young men are yearning for her.
In the corner of the phalanx, a thin boy of fourteen years old was already sweating profusely and panting. He gritted his teeth and waved his sword vigorously, trying to keep up with the pace of his senior brothers. His pale face showed pain.
With a look on his face, this golden sword technique obviously put a lot of burden on him.
Qi'er's talent is really worrying!
Looking at his frail younger son Zheng Qiyuan, Zheng Gongming couldn't help but feel worried. Among the next generation of the Golden Knife Sect, Zheng Yueting has the best talent in cultivation, but her daughter will eventually get married. Once she joins her husband's family,
He will no longer be able to control the Golden Knife Sect.
And his only son has been frail and sick since he was a child, and has no talent for cultivation. He is already fourteen years old this year, and he is qualified to step into the second level of the human wheel. Although his fellow disciples are polite to him for the sake of his master,
Secretly, they all call him "trash snack". According to Zheng Qiyuan's current cultivation progress, in a hundred years, the leader of the Golden Knife Sect will not be named Zheng.
Zheng Qiyuan seemed to feel his father's gaze and waved the sword in his hand harder, but unexpectedly, he used too much force and failed to hold it tightly. The blade of the sword fell out of his hand and flew towards the entrance of the martial arts hall.
Zheng Gongming frowned and was about to scold him when he saw a figure appear at the door and easily caught Zheng Qiyuan's flying sword.
"Master Zheng, we meet again." The person who came turned out to be Sebaiwei from the Yinhuan Chamber of Commerce.
"Deacon Sai." Zheng Gongming felt the malice in Sai Baiwei's tone, and his heart sank slightly, "Your Majesty is here, what do you mean?"
"Now that the Bliss Gang has perished, I wonder if Sect Leader Zheng can reconsider Sai's previous proposal?" Sai Baiwei's words contained a sinister atmosphere.
"Zheng is old and has long lost his ambition for hegemony. I have no choice but to accept Deacon Sai's kindness." Zheng Gongming shook his head and refused.
"Since Sect Master Zheng is unwilling to cooperate, he has led his subordinates to eliminate Sai's original partner, the Ji Le Gang." Sai Baiwei no longer concealed his purpose, "Sai is worried that you will help Shengyu Commercial Bank and our Yinhuan in the future.
If we want to fight against him, we have to kill the potential enemy of Jin Dao Sect in his infancy."
Zheng Gongming's expression changed, and when he was about to say a few words of defense, he saw dozens of figures jumping out from behind Baiwei. Among them, the first four people were as powerful as a rainbow, and they were all masters at the level of the Earth Wheel.
"Deacon Sai, Mr. Zheng really doesn't want to get involved in the grudges between your two major chambers of commerce, so why do you have to force each other so hard." Zheng Gongming said while releasing the momentum of a peak Earth Wheel master, "If you really want to offend Mr. Zheng,
Try your best, even though your Chamber of Commerce is powerful, it may not be able to escape unscathed."
"Sai Mou naturally knows the strength of Master Zheng." Sai Baiwei sneered, "Come out."
However, they saw one person suddenly jump out from among the disciples of the Golden Knife Sect. He jumped to Zheng Qiyuan's side with lightning speed and raised his knife to the neck of Zheng Gongming's youngest son.
"Zhao Tianming, what are you doing!" Zheng Gongming's expression changed. Among his disciples, Zhao Tianming was considered very talented and had always been highly valued by him.
"Sect Leader Zheng, please just surrender, otherwise your precious son's life may be at risk." Saibaiwei could not hide the villain's proud look on his face.
"You despicable villain!" Zheng Gongming yelled angrily, couldn't help but rushed towards the direction of Subway, and suddenly struck out with his right hand.
Behind Subway, a tall and thin Earth Chakra master stepped forward and blocked in front of Subway, raising his palms to meet each other. The two of them met their palms and stepped back. The tall and thin man was one step further away than Zheng Gongming.
Obviously the strength is not as good as that.
Taking advantage of the retreat, Zheng Gongming suddenly took two steps to the left, moved to Zheng Yueting's side, pressed his daughter's shoulder and gave a gentle push: "Go to Qingfeng Mountain for help!"
"Dad, please be careful. My daughter will come back as soon as she leaves." Zheng Yueting felt a soft force pushing her towards the small door of the martial arts hall. She was decisive by nature and knew that the Golden Sword Sect would be defeated by a powerful enemy, so she did not do anything.
With shuffling gestures, the little ones dashed directly over the back door toward the stables.
Subway's expression changed: "Catch her!"
One of the four Earth Wheel masters behind him led a few men and quickly chased in the direction of Zheng Yueting. When Zheng Gongming was about to stop him, he heard the traitor Zhao Tianming shouting loudly: "Master, if you, old man,
If you don't stop, don't blame me for being rude to my junior brother."
Zheng Gongming looked back and saw that Zhao Tianming tightened the knife on Zheng Qiyuan's neck, drawing a shallow blood streak, and the blood slowly flowed down Zheng Qiyuan's neck.
"Dad!" Zheng Qiyuan had never been so intimidated before, his face turned pale and his tone was panicked.
"Hey, that's it." Zheng Gongming sighed, slowly lowered his raised right hand, and stopped resisting...