There's something wrong with the general.

Because I have a spirit stone on me.

Wen Yuxi asked the spirit of the weapon to teach him offensive spells and spells to improve his cultivation.

He is not even at the first level of Qi Refining Stage now, so he is not afraid of encountering people from the martial arts world.

I’m afraid of meeting a cultivator.

"This seems to be the magic formula that my master practiced in the past."

The spirit of the weapon threw a spell to him in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"like?"

"Can not remember."

Wen Yuxi: “…”

I've developed antibodies to his memory!

Wen Yuxi quickly received the spell from his mind.

"Yanming Jue", an attacking technique, every move and every form appeared in Wen Yuxi's mind.

He closed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the bed, and entered a very mysterious state.

An hour later.

"Weapon Spirit, why is the fireball I shot so small?"

Wen Yuxi looked at the fist-sized flame emerging from his palm in confusion.

The spirit of the weapon yawned lazily.

Glancing at him.

I couldn't help but be shocked on the spot.

He raised his voice and complained disdainfully about Wen Yuxi's nonsense: "You tell me this is small?"

Doesn't he know that it takes at least a month for a novice to reach this level?

Oh, he doesn't know.

Wen Yuxi scratched his head, feeling a little overwhelmed.

"Isn't this too small? If we can't even fire it out, how can we attack the enemy if we encounter one?"

The weapon spirit couldn't help but hold his forehead and said, "This is the life-saving technique I asked you to learn, close combat. You won't be able to learn anything in a short time."

"What should we do?"

The spirit of the weapon threw him another spell.

Moon-Walking Secret

"This is for you to escape. If you really encounter a cultivator and you can't defeat him, you really can't defeat him. You might as well run away quickly."

Wen Yuxi thought about it.

That’s right, what the spirit of the weapon said is correct.

"What time is it now?"

The spirit of the weapon yawned.

"Noon."

Hearing that it was noon, he waved his hand and said, "You continue to practice and master these two sets of techniques. I'll sleep for a while."

Wen Yuxi was determined to find Wen Qianyi, so he naturally studied very seriously.

Another hour passed.

He finally mastered this set of spells, and he could throw the fireball ten feet away.

The "Moon-Treading Technique" can also mobilize spiritual power and quickly reach a distance of a hundred meters in a short period of time.

Although this technique is good, it consumes a lot of spiritual energy.

Never use it unless it is a critical moment.

Shen Shi.

The sun was setting in the west, the sky was clear, and the guests in the inn not far from the city gate had shrunk.

Wen Yuxi slowly opened her eyes on the bed, feeling relaxed all over.

The sound of the door knocker hitting the wooden door was crisp and pleasant.

Wen Yuxi quickly jumped out of bed and straightened his clothes.

All the garbage on the ground created by testing the skills and magic weapons was put into the Qiankun bag.

That's right.

This time, Wen Yuxi refined the spirit stones frantically and raised his cultivation to the first level of Qi Refining Stage.

I can now use the Qiankun bag flexibly.

The space inside the Qiankun bag I got last time was only about the size of an upright refrigerator.

Can't hold much stuff.

I'll change to a bigger one when I have the chance!

He opened the door and saw Taoist Master Zhiming standing outside.

He stood there in surprise.

The sky was bright and the corridor was quiet. The door was ajar and creaked.

Wen Yuxi cleared his throat and stepped aside to let him into the house.

The man was tall and slender, standing quietly outside the door. He was dressed neatly and his hair was tied up.

With lowered eyes, he slowly looked over and said, "I am here to say goodbye to you, sir."

Wen Yuxi had already guessed half of it.

There was no attempt to keep him.

He blinked and smiled, "Then I wish you a safe and smooth journey."

All good things must come to an end.

Even though I also want to learn Taoism from him, I can't open my mouth now.

He had other things to do.

Zhiming pursed his lips and glanced at Wen Yuxi indifferently.

"Young Master seems to have something to say this morning."

Ah, he actually saw through it.

Wen Yuxi scratched his head shyly.

"It seems that's the case. But it's all right now."

Zhiming frowned slightly, a trace of melancholy on his face, and said sadly, "So that's the case. I'll take my leave now."

Eyes like autumn water, seeming to speak but unable to.

he........

Like one person.

Wen Yuxi stared at him blankly, feeling bitter in her heart.

He's crazy, everyone looks like him.

They obviously don't look alike at all.

Sure enough, there was something wrong with his brain.

The previous Xuan Yin, and Taoist Zhiming, both looked like his general...brother.

A slender figure, a look at yourself, and being good to yourself.

Wen Yuxi couldn't figure out which link went wrong.

I felt uncomfortable when I saw Taoist Zhiming frowning slightly.

He couldn't help but pull the man's sleeve: "Wait."

Zhiming's body stiffened, and he slowly turned around: "What else do you want, sir?"

Wen Yuxi didn't know what he was doing.

It was clearly stated that everything was fine.

But he couldn't help but hold the person back.

Wen Yuxi frowned, raised his head, and looked straight into the man's eyes with sharp eyes, as if he wanted to see through all the conspiracies and tricks in his eyes.

He asked coldly, "Who are you? Why did you come to save me in time when I was in danger?"

The man was stunned.

He didn't expect Wen Yuxi to point it out so directly.

I was even more surprised that the other party was so emotional.

Zhiming couldn't help but rub his hands hanging by his side twice.

He looked at Wen Yuxi quietly, his eyes not flinching.

His eyes were like a clear pond, bright and clear, yet without any darkness or calculation.

Wen Yuxi fell into his eyes, and was so frightened by his straight gaze that she was panicked and defeated.

Zhiming's throat rolled over, and he said to himself: "Young Master, you look very similar to one of my junior brothers. I'm sorry."

Wen Yuxi blinked slightly: "Junior brother? What's his name? Is he missing?"

"Well, his name is Zhiyu, and I lost him."

Holding jade?

Wen Yuxi frowned. Why is there another person holding jade?

Could it be that dreams and reality overlap?

He was unconscious that day and had a bizarre dream. In the dream, a young man named Zhiming was punished with thunder for harming his fellow disciples and violating the sect rules. He also had a junior fellow disciple named Zhiyu.

Wen Yuxi's forehead was throbbing.

Could it be that I am that junior fellow apprentice?

No, how could that be possible? All my experiences are stored in my mind.

There is no such thing as a senior brother or seeking the truth.

But this Zhiming is not like the young Zhiming in the dream.

They must not be alone.

Then this must be a coincidence.

Wen Yuxi forced a smile and said, "I was wrong to blame the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest saved me from danger, but I was so narrow-minded and judged him. I am truly ashamed."

Zhiming smiled gently and said, "It's just a misunderstanding, sir, don't take it to heart. Besides, you are very careful and considerate of your own life."

After the matter was discussed, the atmosphere became much more peaceful.

Wen Yuxi greeted him and asked, "Where are you going this time, Taoist Priest?"

"In the Far North, my master sent me out to collect some herbs for alchemy."

The Far North, isn’t that where Big Brother went?

Is that such a coincidence?

Wen Yuxi narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile, "So that's how it is. Taoist priest, I have a humble request..."

Zhiming smiled and said, "Master Wen, please speak."

"It's like this. I'm going to the Far North to look for someone. Can the Taoist priest give me a ride?"

"This...the far north is a bitterly cold place. If you go there alone, your life will be in danger."

"It's okay. My family is there. You just need to send me over. Don't worry about my safety."

"That's fine, as long as you don't misunderstand me again."

Wen Yuxi smiled awkwardly: "When you go out, you have to be more careful. Excuse me."

A smile appeared on Zhiming's lips.