Is there something wrong with the qualifications of my incarnation?
When Wu Wan went out in the morning, his heart was pounding and his eyes were a little wandering.
He was really made a little unsure by Zhong Ling.
This incarnation was created by Zhong Ling. Judging from Zhong Ling's reaction yesterday, the qualifications of this incarnation must be a bit extreme, either strong enough or weak enough.
If it's the latter, that's actually a good thing. It helps you hide yourself, and as long as you stay low-key, steady, and diligent, you can still enjoy the pleasure of climbing up from the bottom.
Anyway, with the backing of Heaven, it is inevitable to rise on your own.
As a human being, the most important thing is to learn to comfort yourself; when you are at a trough, you can look at the problem from another angle, because no matter which direction you go, you are on the rise.
But if your qualifications are too dazzling, it may cause many disturbances to your peaceful spiritual life.
"Little insect, come to your senses."
Uncle Shan said hello, and Wu Wan immediately adjusted his expression.
Aunt Qing and Xiao Jinwei were waiting at home and did not follow.
At this moment, Uncle Shan was carrying two packages of gifts for the old martial artist, and he and Wu Wan were wearing brand new coarse cloth blouses. His big hands were washed white and clean, but the cracks on them were a bit shocking.
Uncle Shan stood by and warned carefully:
"Don't look around when you get here, just stay calm. It hurts a little when the blood is painted on your body. Try your best not to cry or scream, so as to leave a good impression on the old martial artist.
Also, the martial arts master you went to see today is just your first choice. You don’t necessarily have to become your master.
I have inquired with your aunt Qing. There are more than 30 martial arts masters in several nearby towns. The number of children who come here to seek apprenticeship with this old martial arts master is the largest every year. Moreover, the old martial arts master has a rule that only the third day of March in spring opens for admission.
only."
Wu Wang asked: "Uncle, what is the name of the old martial artist?"
"How do I know? Just call me teacher," Uncle Shan said with a smile. "I asked around in town. The old martial arts master is called Cloud Breaking Hand by other martial arts masters. This means he has special skills."
Special skills, martial arts power, cloud-breaking hand...
Wu Huan was suddenly curious, wondering what kind of existence the God of War who created these systems was.
When he first heard the name of the Martial God, he knew that this Martial God was once a good friend of the Suiren Emperor. At that time, Wu Wan subconsciously felt that at least this was not a bad god.
Wu Huan himself admired the Suiren family quite a lot.
However, you can't make preconceptions. If you go step by step in the Martial God's territory, you should be able to come into contact with this powerful god from outside the world.
I hope he is a reliable senior.
Naturally, the powers of the outer world can be incorporated as long as they can, and Wu Huan has no personal grudge against them.
All he needs to do is purify the 'cruel gods' like the Dark Cloud God.
Well, it seems that these things are a bit far away...
"It's right in front," Uncle Shan whispered.
Wu Wan looked up and saw an exquisite small building standing in the corner of the town.
In front of the small building, a stone wall as high as one person surrounded an exquisite courtyard.
The gate of the courtyard is very open and bright. There is a screen wall built inside, the ground is paved with flat stone slabs, and several green jars are piled on one side, with several lotus flowers planted in them.
The small building is three stories high, with cornices, green tiles, and red lacquered wooden windows. It looks like it was expensive to build.
At this moment, the small building was quiet and quiet, but there were seventeen or eighty figures standing in front of the courtyard door, including five or six boys and girls, who seemed to be waiting quietly for the courtyard door to open.
"Let's wait behind."
Uncle Shan reminded in a low voice:
"Don't look around. Look at those clothes with more patterns. They are all children from wealthy families. They are used to being arrogant. Maybe some of them want to show off in front of the old martial arts master and make some noise.
Little insect, you have to remember that we have no background, and your Aunt Qing and I can’t defeat those martial arts masters. The first priority when studying outside is to keep a low profile."
"Yes, uncle, I remember."
Wu Wan chuckled softly in his heart, this Uncle Shan was really an old man.
Opening the bloodline, also known as "blood point", is to use animal blood to carve the martial arts pattern, stimulate the martial arts power in one's own bloodline, and start the path of cultivation.
Finding a martial artist to do some blood work and becoming a martial artist as a disciple are two different things.
Today Wu Wan came to ask this old martial artist to help him draw blood. After drawing blood, his qualifications will be revealed. Whether the old martial artist will accept a disciple or not is another matter.
After waiting for about half an hour, the courtyard door opened, and a middle-aged couple walked out.
Although they were all dressed in short shirts and long trousers, the men were somewhat polite and the women also wore light makeup - in such a remote town, women's makeup is really rare.
Although Wu Wan's incarnation is just about to start practicing, his eyesight will not be affected.
With just one glance, he could tell that the couple had hidden injuries. The middle-aged man's right hand must be weak, and the woman's left leg had some discomfort when walking.
Both of them must have had hidden wounds for some time, and they were covering them up well at this time.
Whether it is a warrior or a dancer, if a living being wants to practice cultivation, in addition to gaining divine power, it also needs to absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth to strengthen itself.
These two people possess quite good spiritual power for a remote place in this small town. Even if they have hidden injuries, they can be called masters here.
Much better than those guys in town who have the reputation of being martial arts masters but hang out in restaurants on weekdays.
After seeing this clearly, Wu Wan also began to have some expectations for this old martial arts master.
The middle-aged man in a short shirt cupped his hands and glanced at the teenagers outside without paying much attention to Wu Wan.
He said: "Everyone should know the rules of the family master. Today, each person needs nine hundred shellfish to do the blood test. I wonder if you have brought them."
Nine hundred?
Uncle Shan stared and quickly whispered a few words in Wu Huan's ear, then turned around and ran towards the road he came from.
It's very embarrassing, Uncle Shan didn't take too many shells with him when he went out.
In front of the courtyard gate, everyone's eyes fell on Wu Juan's face. One or two looks were mocking, but Wu Juan's expression remained the same, unfazed.
He would not be moved by such a battle.
However, at this time, no young man who wanted to show off his limits came out to make fun of him, and Wu Wang was not given the opportunity to say the classic saying, "Don't bully young people who are poor."
The middle-aged man took the initiative to cast an encouraging look at Wu Wan, and then smiled:
"Everyone, please enter in order according to your current standing position."
Wu Wan was last in line, so he just stood there and waited, his clean face filled with the simplicity of a child in the mountains.
A young girl, accompanied by her family, entered the courtyard first.
Wu Wan listened to the conversation inside.
First, the girl's family said respectfully: "Old sir, please feel the bones of my daughter to see if she is destined to practice."
"Well, there is plenty of spiritual energy." An old voice said.
Wu Wan frowned.
Just listening to the voice, this old martial artist's energy and blood have dried up, his lifespan is approaching the end, and he has a lot of hidden injuries in his body, so he should have no chance of advancing to the next level.
Well, if I really become a disciple...how long can I learn?
Sin, sin, this old gentleman will definitely live a thousand years, no, nine thousand years!
After a while, I heard the old martial artist say:
"Your daughter is good at cultivating, but her foundation is weak and she doesn't get beaten enough on weekdays. Are you going to do some blood this year or in two years?"
Don't forget the admonition of Lord Martial God. Without training, your strength will become weak, and your legs and feet will get rusty if you don't run.
If you want to practice, you have to be willing to endure hardships. Do you think that Lord Martial God's supreme power can be obtained by sitting in a room and meditating?"
Wu Wan:......
Eighty percent of it is true.
The girl's parent hurriedly said: "Old sir, what you taught me is true, but you see, my child will be betrothed next year. If she can have the status of a practitioner and marry a good husband, we don't care how much she will do.
…”
The old martial artist was furious: "You bastard! Are you using cultivation to marry your daughter and get married? Qiuli! Drive them out!"
"Hey, old sir, old sir, please listen to me, I said the wrong thing!"
The girl hurriedly said: "Teacher, please help me draw some blood. They say it will hurt the least if you draw blood!"
Wu Wan shook his head slightly, and the classic appearance of a stubborn old man emerged in his mind, with a fairy-like spirit and deep-set cheeks.
Not long after, the girl and her parents were kicked out by the middle-aged aunt. The aunt opened her hands and a wisp of aura hovered around her. The girl and her family had no power to resist.
This Aunt Qiuli sighed:
"You only think about how to increase your social status, but don't think about self-reliance. Even if you embark on the path of spiritual practice and marry into a wealthy family in a big city, how can you keep your husband?
Take my advice, if your qualifications are good, then practice with peace of mind. From now on, when you go to higher places and meet more men, you will know how exciting this life can be.
Go ahead and think about it carefully. This life is still long and it is up to you to choose how you want to live."
The middle-aged man on the side yelled with a cold face: "Get out!"
This shout brought a little spiritual power, which shocked the girl's father to turn pale, and dragged the girl away in a hurry.
Wu Wan later learned that the middle-aged men were called Dong Peng and Qiuli Dong Peng, and they were a married senior sister and junior brother.
At this moment, Dong Peng said sharply:
"Anyone who doesn't come here to ask for some blood from their master will have to bear the consequences of entering this sect!
Next!
Do you really think that my master is lacking something like you? My master uses the best blood from the heart of spiritual beasts for fear of missing out on talented people. If you are so petty again... hmph!"
Fortunately, nothing like this happened again.
Wu Wan waited quietly, and the four young men, three men, one woman, and four young men in front entered one after another. There was no barrier here, and Wu Wan could hear the conversations inside the wall clearly.
Wu Huan also discovered that the so-called blood point is actually similar to 'opening up one's own joints'.
Every time the old martial artist takes action, the rich spiritual energy will gather on a small portion of the spirit beast's blood;
When the old martial artist's fingers were dipped in the blood of spiritual beasts and he drew the complicated talismans, the spiritual energy would seep into the young man's body following the old martial artist's movements.
If the two major joints on the young man's back can be opened, the spiritual energy will flow through the young man's body, and an extremely weak divine power will be mixed in the spiritual energy, and the young man's potential will begin to be explored.
Wu Wang understood it carefully and nodded repeatedly.
Not to mention, the cultivation method practiced by the God of War is quite clever.
Moreover, it seems to be vaguely opposite to the spiritual cultivation method of the Suiren Emperor, and its core concepts are completely different.
It's a bit like a dispute over spiritual and physical cultivation.
Among the four people, one failed to draw blood. The young man walked out slumped, his expression full of disappointment. His parents hugged his shoulders and kept comforting him, saying, "If you can't practice cultivation, you can inherit your father's and my eighteen shops."
Such warm words.
Nice family.
"It's your turn, young man."
Qiuli Dongpeng and the couple looked at Wu Wan at the same time, their smiles trying to be as gentle as possible.
They all met too, and Uncle Shan ran back to get the shell coins. He was worried that Wu Wang would be embarrassed at this moment.
But they were obviously wrong.
Not only did Wu Wan not feel any discomfort, he bowed his hands politely and said with a smile: "Please wait a moment, my uncle has gone back to get shellfish. We just moved here not long ago, so the preparations beforehand were a little lacking."
Qiuli praised: "You have a good character. What do you do at home?"
"Hunting."
Qiuli asked in surprise: "Can you save so many shells while hunting?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she was stopped by Dong Peng's eyes. Qiuli also knew that she had said the wrong thing and showed a somewhat apologetic smile to Wu Wan.
Wu Wang said: "I usually make some small gadgets, and I have changed a lot of shells. I also cherish this opportunity very much."
"It's good," Dong Peng said with a smile, "To be able to have such a mature mind at such a young age, I think you have already come out to make a living early. What is your name?"
The corners of Wu Wang's mouth twitched slightly for a moment.
"My name is Xiaochong...my aunt got it for me."
"Little, haha, hahaha!"
Qiuli couldn't help laughing, while Dong Peng shrugged his shoulders.
"How can a man call himself a little insect?" Dong Peng smiled with squinted eyes, "If you want to call yourself a big dragon!"
"Pooh!"
Qiuli pushed Dong Peng, "Don't teach people bad things!"
The old martial arts master's voice came from the courtyard: "Why don't you come in?"
"Dad," Qiuli shouted, "there is a little guy whose family didn't bring enough shells, so they went back to get them!"
The old martial artist said slowly: "Just come in, what's the big deal with a piece of spirit beast blood."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Let's go," Dong Peng grabbed Wu Wan's arm, "go in and meet my dad, and see if you can still be so calm."
Wu Wan blinked and had a particularly good impression of this old martial artist.
Xiao Zhong's work has always been to his liking, and the teacher he chose for him is quite reliable.
Turning around the screen wall, I saw the somewhat messy courtyard.
A chair was placed in the middle, with a desk next to it. There was a faint smell of blood around it. Several jade bottles were scattered around the table, and a few stood on the side.
There was an old gentleman sitting in a chair in front of the door and resting.
Look at this old gentleman, he has a thin face and a big frame. He is wearing a soft shirt and trousers, and a pair of simple cloth shoes at his feet.
Although he was simply sitting there, he had a sense of majesty.
In particular, this old gentleman contained pure spiritual power within his body, but this spiritual power could no longer prevent his blood from gradually declining.
The old gentleman's surname was Qiu, and Dong Peng was his disciple and son-in-law.
Why is such a character hiding in this small town?
Wu Wan couldn't help but have such thoughts in his heart.
Wu Wang looked at Mr. Qiu, and Mr. Qiu was also looking at the young man in front of him. His originally dull eyes suddenly brightened, and the old man suddenly became energetic.
The old gentleman asked: "How old are you?"
"Twelve three."
"Why are you still not sure?"
"Aunt Qing picked me up in the mountains," Wu Wang said. "When she carried me back, Aunt Qing didn't know whether I was one year old or half a year old, so I'm not sure how old I am."
The old gentleman said: "Well, if you have ambitions, don't ask where you come from, just sit here."
"Can I wait uncle?"
Wu Wang said: "Although you and your two beloved disciples don't care about this, for me, this is a more important moment in my life. I naturally don't want to leave any regrets, and I don't want to owe anything."
"Yeah, okay."
The old gentleman nodded with a smile and asked: "Your name is Xiaochong? It's not a nice name. When your uncle comes over, I'll give you a name."
"Thank you sir," Wu said with a smile, "but that only requires that you have the qualifications to give me your name."
"Hey!" Dong Peng scolded with a smile, "You are so smart, are you trying to change your ways to become a disciple?"
"Hahahaha! Haha!"
The old gentleman stroked his beard and laughed, his eyes full of joy.
They waited like this for a while, until Uncle Shan ran back panting, holding two wooden boxes and respectfully handed them over.
"I won't accept any more of this child's blood. I just want to see how qualified this child is."
Qiu Lao waved his hand, and Dong Peng also rejected Uncle Shan's wooden box.
Wu Huan thought for a while, bowed to Mr. Qiu, calmly unbuttoned his clothes, and sat on the chair.
Qiu Lao raised his hand to take a jade vase, crushed it directly, and pointed out a wisp of blood with a faint red light, which condensed into a small pen tip on his fingertips.
Spiritual energy from all directions gathered slowly. Qiu Lao strolled behind the young man, took a deep breath, his eyes bloomed with divine light, and his fingers galloped like flying!
After a while, a pair of talismans appeared on Wu Wang's back. The old man took half a step back, his face turned pale.
The old gentleman murmured: "Why did you use so much martial power?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Wan suddenly groaned, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
It hurts so much?
How could those boys and girls endure it just now?
Wu Wan felt as if a thousand needles were stuck in his back, and these needles were rushing towards his body one after another!
He absorbed so much divine power in Nishino that the pain when his body was about to explode was not even one percent of the pain at this moment!
What the hell!
Is the God of War so perverted?
"Don't hold it back," the old gentleman said tremblingly, "If it hurts, just scream out!"
"No ah!"
Buzz——
A shock wave suddenly burst out from Wu Wan's back, a ball of colorful light burst out, and nearby spiritual energy quickly spurted towards Wu Wan.
The old gentleman's face was full of shock, and Qiuli Dongpeng's eyes almost popped out of his head.
Dong Peng almost bit his tongue and said in a trembling voice: "This is the Supreme Treasure Body, a peculiarity unique to the three Supreme Treasure Bodies!"
But the old man rushed to Wu Huan with a quick stride, suddenly took off his short shirt, draped it on Wu Huan's back, raised his hand and pressed on Wu Huan's back, directly dispersing the colorful halo.
"Quickly, see if anyone around you has noticed!"
The old gentleman hurriedly said: "If this child is discovered by those big shots, he will definitely be taken back to be their heirs' slave!"
Qiuli Dongpeng jumped up and stood on the wall and roof looking everywhere.
Uncle Shan on the side was completely stunned. At this moment, his worldliness was no longer at his best. He stood there completely at a loss.
Fortunately, Wu Wan said weakly: "Uncle, I'm fine, the old gentleman is protecting me."
"Does it hurt?"
The old gentleman leaned over and looked at Wu Huan, his eyes full of smiles, and said warmly in Wu Huan's ear:
"I have a unique skill. Your bones are amazing and your aptitude is extraordinary. Do you want to learn it?"
"teacher!"
"Hey, not bad, really good."
Wu Wan whispered: "Give me a better name..."
After saying this, he rolled his eyes and fainted from the pain.
A certain Martial God probably didn't know that his first account with the leader of Tiandao was just recorded.