"Xiao Mu, before you, we have never encountered a cultivator who is not a Qi Refiner but has the blood of Da Luo, so there is really no precedent for this problem."
"There is no precedent and we don't know the solution."
The villagers thought for a long time, but in the end, like Lin Mu, they could not come up with a solution.
"I don't think there's anything to worry about."
The Shaggy Butcher chuckled and said, "Xiao Mu, when you become a Qi Refiner, this problem will naturally be solved."
"That's right, when you become a Qi Refiner, your body will naturally become a Daluo body, and the blood in your whole body will be able to fuse easily."
The lame tailor consoled him.
"Don't worry about me. I'm just asking. I won't get confused because of this."
Lin Mu smiled.
After hearing this, all the villagers were immediately relieved.
In fact, they could see that although Lin Mu was lower in cultivation and younger than them, his mental state was not necessarily weaker than theirs.
I don’t know what this little guy has been through, but his will is so strong.
Many times, they were worried that Lin Mu could not withstand their training and asked Lin Mu to rest.
On the contrary, Lin Mu disagreed and asked to continue training.
In the blink of an eye, this training has lasted for a year and a half.
Even if they all feel tired sometimes, let alone Lin Mu, the trainee.
Another ten days have passed.
In the past ten days, Lin Mu tried many methods, but was still unable to fuse the mortal blood and form the body of Da Luo.
"Komaki."
On this day, the poisonous painter came to Lin Mu and said, "Don't practice with those crazy people today. Come paint with me."
"good."
Lin Mu nodded.
It just so happened that he had been confused recently, so he wanted to learn painting from a poisonous painter to change his mood.
However, what surprised Lin Mu was that the painter did not take him to her yard, but walked outside the village.
Lin Mu said in astonishment: "Painter, aren't we going to learn painting? Why did you take me outside?"
"This time, we are not painting in the village. I will take you outside the village."
The painter smiled slightly, "Let me tell you today, not only are those lunatics good at fighting, but our painters' fighting skills are also not weak."
"fighting?"
Lin Mu's eyes couldn't help but light up.
He has seen everyone else in the village take action, except for the painter, who usually paints the prey captured by others into big white pigs in the village. He has never seen the painter fight.
Following the painter, Lin Mu left the village.
The painter's speed is very fast, which is completely different from her usual demureness.
Even Lin Mu had to go all out to barely keep up with the painter.
In half an hour, the two of them had traveled countless light years away from the village and reached the depths of the wild forest.
Suddenly, the painter stopped.
Lin Mu stopped and looked forward. He immediately saw a basin in front of him and a group of wolves in the grassland of the basin.
This group of wolves is no small matter; several of them are at the level of ancient ancestors.
Then, the painter moved and walked directly towards the group of wolves.
There is no fight as imagined.
When the wolves saw the painter, they ran away like mice seeing a cat.
In the blink of an eye, the wolves dispersed.
However, there was a third level ancient ancestor level wolf that did not run away and was caught by the painter.
Lin Mu watched eagerly.
The painter was embarrassed for a while.
She also wanted to perform a battle with Lin Mu.
As a result, all the wolves ran away before the battle began.
"As timid as a mouse, where is the blood of a wolf?"
The painter was extremely angry.
Fortunately, she was also an open-minded person and quickly put the matter aside and said to Lin Mu, "Forget it, just take a look at it."
As she spoke, she took out a paintbrush.
"Watch it."
She walked up to the wolf and drew a stroke on the wolf's eyebrows, "When painting, draw the soul first. This stroke is the fetal light of the painting."
"Humans have three souls, one is the fetal light, the second is the refreshing spirit, and the third is the ghost essence."
"The fetal light is the main god. If you draw the fetal light, you will hold its life. It will not be able to escape even if it wants to."
In the second stroke, she painted on both temples.
"The second stroke is a refreshing one."
"Shuang Ling is the soul that communicates between living beings and heaven and earth. If you draw Shuang Ling, its abilities will disappear and it will no longer be able to cause trouble. It can only be dealt with by you."
Lin Mu was dumbfounded when he saw it.
The artist continued to draw the lower body of the wolf.
"The third stroke, the ghost spirit, determines the will of living beings. After drawing the ghost spirit, it no longer even has the thought of resistance."
"These are the three main strokes. You must first learn my skills. These three strokes must be mastered. This is the foundation. Without this foundation, no painter can perform well."
"The above are the main three souls, which correspond to the main three strokes."
"Next, there are seven souls: Corpse Dog, Fu Ya, Bird Yin, Swallowing Thieves, Non-Poison, Eliminating Filth and Smelly Lungs."
"These three are equally important."
"Ordinary cultivators, such as the ancestors, only need three strokes. But to deal with Qi Refiners, we cannot give them any chance, and the last seven strokes cannot be missing."
The painter spoke bit by bit, which opened Lin Mu's eyes and gave him the feeling of sitting in a well and looking at the sky.
"Done!"
After two minutes, the painter stopped painting.
In front of me, the wolf was gone, replaced by a large white pig.
Lin Mu looked at the big white pig and thought of the big white pigs in the village. He thought to himself: "Does the painter only know how to draw big white pigs?"
"Ahem."
The artist realized something and felt embarrassed, "I can't just draw big white pigs. There's nothing in this world that I can't draw. The reason why I draw big white pigs is because I'm used to it, so I drew them subconsciously..."
"kindness?"
Halfway through her words, she suddenly noticed something, and her face turned very ugly: "In this vast wilderness, the energy is so obscure that people only notice it when they get so close."
"It's actually the "Tai Shang Ni Lu Gong"!"
Lin Mu just didn't understand what the painter said, and then he heard a cold shout, "This is an evil practice that is strictly forbidden by the Supreme Sage Taixu. You actually dare to practice it secretly here. You are simply an evil traitor!"
As the words came, a group of figures floated over.
Lin Mu was secretly heartbroken.
Just as the painter said, I don't know why there is such a vast wilderness, the secrets of heaven are obscure, and people's perception is greatly reduced.
It was impossible for him to activate his Heavenly Eyes all the time. If the painter hadn't spoken before, he wouldn't have noticed anyone approaching.
Looking at the approaching figures, Lin Mu was even more frightened, because there were several figures among them that actually made him feel suffocated.
Qigator!
There is no doubt that there are Qi refiners among these people.
"An evil traitor?"
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The painter chuckled and said, "I'm afraid you may have misunderstood. There is a big white pig lost in the village. I am just bringing my descendants to find the big white pig. I am not an evil traitor."
Although she said this on the surface, she secretly sent a message to Lin Mu: "Xiao Mu, run quickly!"
After hearing this, Lin Mu's heart sank slightly.
It seems that these people are really not trivial, even the painter finds them troublesome, otherwise the painter would not let him run away.
He also understood what the painter meant. If he stayed here, he would probably only become a burden to the painter.
On the contrary, if he leaves, it will be easier for the painter to use his tricks.