Every day I study the experience of refining weapons, go to the school to listen to lectures, and occasionally go to the market with Shen Yi or He Yong. My life is quite leisurely.
Fu Wei came back on the eighth day after leaving the clan, and as soon as he came back he found Jiu Ze.
"Disciple has met the master." Jiuze saluted Fuwei.
"Well, how have you been these past few days?" Fuwei said while waving to Jiuze: "Come here, I'll show you."
"At this time, I have benefited a lot from reading the weapon refining tips given by Senior Brother." Jiuze replied, walking up to Fu Wei and extending his right hand according to Fu Wei's instructions.
Fuwei put his finger on Jiuze's pulse and said after a moment: "The power of thunder and lightning in your bones has been transformed by Qingguo, but..."
Fuwei paused and looked at Jiuze very seriously: "You told me the truth, but are you practicing Taoist Jue?"
Jiu Ze was startled, then became nervous, "Master, I..."
Fu Wei interrupted Jiu Ze: "Yes or no?"
Jiu Ze moved his lips, hesitated, and said nothing.
In fact, what she wants to deny is that as long as she is willing, lying quietly is not difficult for her.
But somehow, even on the battlefield, she didn't change her expression, but now she couldn't tell a lie to Fuwei, just like back then, Jiuze could set a trap for the Black Panther without any pressure and flaw, but
She couldn't lie to her like the teacher at the military school.
So even though he knew that he was no different from the default at this time, Jiuze still chose to remain silent, even hoping that he could just fool him.
But Jiuze couldn't even fool himself with his appearance, so how could he fool Fuwei?
Sighing, Fu Wei said: "If it is a normal body refining technique, there is no way to fuse the power of thunder and lightning with bones."
Jiu Ze suddenly raised his head, his surprised eyes looking straight into Fu Wei's eyes.
With another long sigh, he helped Wei raise his sleeves and tapped the futon on the ground, "My child, you sit down first."
Jiu Ze sat down in a daze, still a little unresponsive.
Does Fu Wei's words mean that he, his senior brother, his second brother, and even his fourth brother are all practicing Taoist techniques? Otherwise, how could there be so many tamed thunder and lightning powers around the medicine pond?
Without waiting for Jiuze to ask questions, he helped the danger and said: "You must have guessed that the physical skills I have practiced as a teacher are Tao Ti Jue, but the Tao Ti Jue in my master's hands is different from what you have learned."
Only then did Jiuze call back his voice: "How does Master know the difference?"
"As a master, all the power gained from the Taoist Art will return to Dantian."
Jiuze stagnates, and everything returns to Dantian!
"Your copy of Tao Ti Jue, which does not require Dantian, was purchased from Haomiao Zhai?"
"Yes." Jiuze didn't hide it anymore.
"It's impossible to perfect that skill, especially not like you. Not only is there no fainting, but you can also practice spiritual consciousness at the same time." Fuwei looked at Jiuze carefully as he spoke, making sure that she did not suffer from any spiritual consciousness at all.
signs of damage.
"How did you do it?" Fu Wei asked.
This is another question that makes Jiuze want to stay silent.
How to say?
Tell Fuwei that her bone structure is different from that of people in the Mingguang Realm?
Then think of a reason to explain this difference?
"Xiao Qi?" Seeing that Jiu Ze was silent again, Fu Wei called out in a slower tone.
"Master," Jiu Ze came back to his senses and smiled apologetically at Fu Wei, "This disciple's skeletal structure is different from that of ordinary people."
Fuwei looked at Jiuze for a long time and smiled: "I have studied Taoist techniques for my master, and the skeleton structure recorded on it is consistent with a kind of person in ancient books. Seventy thousand years ago, the Mingguang Realm was not the Mingguang Realm. At that time,
, this is an area in the upper world where the development of the human race is particularly prosperous, and there are countless powerful people in cultivation. According to the records of later generations, all the human races that could cultivate at that time were derived from the Huaxi tribe."
"Until one day, the sky and the earth suddenly changed, and a catastrophe fell from the sky. The pillars of heaven collapsed, and the entire upper world fell into a vast ocean. Even the powerful men who had reached the golden immortal level could not save it. At that time, people asked the gods for help, but
None of the gods came forward. In the end, in order to save the upper world, those powerful powers could only turn bones into pillars to support the sky from falling, and turn flesh and blood into mountains to calm the turbulent ground."
Fuwei said and asked Jiuze: "Have you ever heard the story of ancient gods who transformed themselves into all things?"
Jiuze nodded, "I heard something from an elder."
Fu Wei then added: "In those stories, a god can save the world by sacrificing his own life. But it is recorded in the ancient books that all the powerful men of the Hua Xi Clan died in exchange for the peace and tranquility of the upper world. Since then,
, there is no more in this world
Hua Xi's clan. Even though there were new spiritual root cultivation methods later, no one has practiced to the Golden Immortal level. It was also during that catastrophe that the Mingguang Realm and several other realms were greatly shaken, separated from the upper realm, and became slave interfaces.
."
Having said this, Fu Wei paused for a moment, looked at the bright sunlight outside the window, and seemed to fall into a certain memory: "It is also recorded in ancient books that after the catastrophe, a god went to another interface and used spiritual soil to shine on Huaxi people.
He killed some natives and infused them with spirits, allowing them to reproduce for generations. He also said that the interface was connected to the upper world at first, but later, I don’t know what happened, and the passage between the two interfaces was destroyed, so no one could
Can you go back to that interface?"
"My teacher originally thought that this statement was just a self-comfort in the public, and it was to make up for the regret of the Huaxi people's death and salvation. Who would have thought that an old friend told my teacher that she had seen Hua Xi in another world?
Xiren."
After Fu Wei finished speaking, he stopped, turned around, and looked at Jiu Ze.
Jiuze took a deep breath, stood up and bowed deeply to Fuwei: "Master, I am indeed not from the Mingguang Realm. The place I came from is called Interstellar."
"Interstellar?" Fuwei frowned, "Not Blue Star?"
Jiuze shook his head: "Blue Star has been destroyed. All survivors of Blue Star have joined the Interstellar Alliance and are now living in the Alliance."
"Destroyed?" Fu Wei's voice was a little melancholy, "Destroyed... Then you, your ancestors are Blue Star people?"
"Yes," Jiuze said, "My ancestors were from the Blue Star Chinese nation."
Fuwei looked at Jiuze: "That's right. My old friend told me that the Huaxi people of Blue Star established a country called Hua Country. It has a long history on Blue Star and has lasted for thousands of years."
Jiuze nodded: "Yes, but it's all in the past."
Fu Wei sighed: "What a pity. Can you tell me why Blue Star was destroyed? Was it because of the war?"
"No," Jiuze said, "Speaking of which, Blue Star has not had a war for a long time. Blue Star's destruction was due to the depletion of planetary resources, severe environmental damage, the demise of glaciers, earthquakes in the earth's crust, volcanic eruptions, continued drought, and depletion of fresh water.
, the desert spreads.”
Jiuze paused and then said: "In fact, if it were just these, Blue Star might experience a turmoil and then enter a self-repair period. But in order to save themselves, the humans on Blue Star used up the last bit of Blue Star's energy to escape. Now
, Blue Star has completely died, with no more signs of life.”
"What about the other species on it? What about human civilization? Can it survive?" Fuwei asked.
Jiuze sighed: "Only the human race has survived. As for human civilization, most of it has survived. Everything that can be taken away has been taken away. As for those ancient ruins, only the images remain."