Cultivation

Yuan Qi reached out and knocked on the bookshelf: "Help me find all the books related to the demon bones."

The protruding branch decorations on the bookshelf suddenly moved. There are more than 30 floors of hundreds of bookshelves with branches moving. It is quite spectacular at first glance. The small branches on the big branches pinch the books out like fingers, and then hang down. The books were placed beside Yuan Qi, and within a short while, there were hundreds of books beside Yuan Qi.

"This amount is a bit much." Shi Lei retreated after seeing it.

Zhang Linggu picked up a book casually, opened it, and couldn't understand the words on it. He asked Guo Sixian who was standing beside him: "Do you know me? I don't understand."

Guo Sixian shook his head: "I don't understand either."

"It might be written by the witch clan, or it might be written by the monster clan." Yuan Qi couldn't recognize it either, but it didn't stop him from making it up: "The more you can't understand it, the more likely it is hiding a big secret."

Seeing the disbelieving expressions of the others, he hurriedly added: "You can ask Master, Linggu, when will you start school? Let me tell you, our class is very interesting."

"I'm going to school tomorrow." Zhang Linggu felt that if he didn't work hard, he couldn't keep up.

Yuan Qi said: "I haven't done my homework yet, I'll go back and do my homework first."

The other teenagers also left, and only Guo Sixian stayed behind. Guo Sixian helped Zhang Linggu pile up the more than 100 books to the corner, and then took two: "It's always faster if we read together."

"Thank you." Zhang Linggu said.

Guo Sixian smiled and buried himself in the book.

The next day, Zhang Linggu arrived at the school early in the morning. There were two rows of bookshelves in the school, with the teacher's seat at the front, and eight tables neatly placed below, which happened to be the seats of their eight students.

Books were placed on the other tables. Zhang Linggu sat down at the last empty table, but saw a tablet on the teacher's table, with a simple line of characters written on it: "Wang Linhai."

Whose prank is this?

Or is it the unique custom of Ziwei Xingyu?

When all the students arrived, the tablet began to glow, and a ghost emerged from the tablet. The ghost looked like a thin scribe. He glanced at the students in the school: "There is one more today, you are Zhang Ling. Go ahead, Shengbei told you that I am your grand uncle, the name is engraved on that sign and read for yourself, I won’t repeat the lessons of the previous few days, you can ask your classmates to borrow notes.”

Zhang Linggu was a little uneasy, feeling that the master didn't like him: "Yes."

"Today we're going to talk about gossip, let's take a look at the gossip's hexagrams..." As soon as Wang Linhai spoke, a golden gossip pattern appeared in the air, and when he started to talk about a single hexagram, each student's desk would The hexagram emerges alone, and the whole class is vivid and lively.

Interesting, let people like Zhang Linggu who have never been in contact with hexagrams listen with gusto.

In the afternoon, the students all learned swordsmanship from Shengbei. Zhang Linggu didn’t go there because he was injured. He read books in the library for a while. He thought about how to take out the bone that had broken into someone's body, picked up the book that he couldn't read, and planned to go to the school to ask Wang Linhai.

There are two doors on the left and right in this school, although the door is open, it is covered with veils to block the light, Zhang Linggu approached and saw someone inside, and then saw that it was Fengyu Building, so he had to stand outside and wait.

Zhang Linggu saw Feng Yulou standing in front of the tablet with a warm light in his hand, and then he punched the light into the tablet.

The wooden tablet absorbed the light and became smoother. Wang Linhai came out from the tablet. He looked at Fengyu Tower and sighed: "You helped Mingying carry a thunderbolt, and you have hidden wounds on your body. Give me my true energy before I can recuperate, you really can't bear to let my soul fly away."

Fengyulou looked a little tired, he sat down at the table, leaned on the table with one hand and closed his eyes with his forehead: "You don't go out for a walk, save some of my real energy, that's the real thing." It hurts me."

"Didn't I go to see the Great Formation for you?" Wang Linhai laughed dryly with some excuses: "You take that child Mingying over, we have now become the target of everyone in the demon world and the world of cultivating immortals. There is a mistake that can't prevent them, and I, a dead ghost, can't die again."

He squatted down next to Fengyu Tower: "It is said that Wu Jiu and Xiao Erzi turned their faces because of Ming Ying's jealousy, and now you are carrying the thunder for her and helping her raise her son... Could it be that you also have something in your heart? She? Have secretly loved her for so many years? Still can't forget her?"

In class, the master and uncle who talked and quoted scriptures like a great Confucianist, in order to listen to a piece of old gossip with such a low profile, Zhang Linggu felt that his young heart could not bear such a wall, so he took half a step back and dared not listen any more.

"At that time, I thought that the one who was robbed by lightning was innocent..." Feng Yulou felt that he couldn't explain it to Wang Linhai, an old ghost. You, I'll go first."

"Don't go yet." Wang Linhai folded his hands in his sleeves and blocked the way of Fengyu Tower with a sway: "I was just about to tell you about him. I'll help you think about him. If there is someone Da Neng is willing to give him all the Dao Yuan in his body, and he can directly force the sword out."

He stretched out his hand and made a few gestures: "Everything has its strengths and weaknesses, especially in the world of cultivating immortals. Whoever is strong will be tyrannical. The demon bone is an unshakable mountain for the current Zhang Linggu, but if there is With the powerful Dao Yuan, he can use this Dao Yuan to suppress the hostility on the demon bone, and then force the demon bone out."

But it is not easy for all the great masters in the world to practice, who would easily give away their dao yuan to others for nothing?

"It's useless to be willing to give it away for nothing." Feng Yulou said: "Then once the surging Dao Yuan enters the body, his own meridians will not be able to withstand the explosion and die."

"Are you worried now that he has learned Taoism, and the Dao Yuan he has worked so hard for has been eaten by the demon bones. The practice is not only in vain, but also encourages the demon bones?" Wang Linhai said: "Eating salty radish should not worry about it." You, Zhang Linggu, still have to practice your meridians first, what if one day you meet a great man who is willing to give him Dao Yuan for nothing because of his handsome looks?"

Seeing that Fengyulou was about to leave again impatiently, he hurriedly dodged to block Fengyulou: "Don't go, just chat a few more words, am I trying to help you find a way? This hair is about to turn white."

"Go back to the memorial tablet if you have nothing serious to do, don't waste my real energy." Feng Yu Lou said very disgusted.

"Yes, there is business." Wang Linhai really didn't want to go back: "There is a way to practice the meridians without letting the demon bone swallow all the cultivation base, do you listen to it?"

"Say." Fengyulou looked at Wang Linhai with a very impatient expression on his face.

"Drawing a talisman." Wang Linhai hurriedly said: "When drawing a talisman, you have to inject real energy, that is to say, the talisman will take away part of the real energy of the person who drew the talisman, but when the talisman is drawn, the real energy will naturally expand when it travels in the body The meridian, but this true energy is not wasted, the talisman is placed there, and when it is used, it can be thrown out, which kills two birds with one stone."

He looked at Fengyu Tower and listened intently, and couldn't help but startle: "Do you think I, uncle, am knowledgeable and amazed you?"

"It's okay." Fengyulou said and left expressionlessly.

As soon as the Fengyu Building left, Wang Linhai floated to the side of the pillar, hid from the sunlight and waved at Zhang Linggu furtively: "Disciple, what can I do for you?"

Zhang Linggu didn't hear clearly just now, but when he heard his name later, he probably knew that the two of them had also mentioned him by the way, so he walked over and handed the book to Wang Linhai: "The words on this book I don’t know him, so I’m here to invite the teacher’s uncle.”

Wang Linhai glanced at it casually: "Oh, the writings of the Wu clan, you want to find something about the demon bone? You have read all these Xiaofeng books, and they are not useful."

He asked Zhang Linggu in a particularly amiable manner: "How does it feel to have a demon bone on your body?"

"I don't feel it." Zhang Linggu replied honestly.

"Do you think it's okay to have a demon bone on your body now?" Wang Linhai continued without waiting for Zhang Linggu's answer, "You are not doing bad things with this demon bone now, that's because Ming Ying still beats into your body. I don’t know how she left behind such a mouthful of true energy after she became a demon for ten years, in short, if this mouthful of true energy is exhausted, you will die.”

Zhang Linggu was a little dazed, Feng Yulou didn't tell him so much before, and he didn't expect that this demon bone was so dangerous: "Then what should I do?"

"No way." Wang Linhai deliberately teased Zhang Linggu: "There are still ten years left. You should eat and drink. Don't lose yourself, life is too short."

Zhang Linggu clenched his fists, his eyes showed unwillingness and stubbornness: "Uncle Master, is there really nothing you can do?"

"Since you are so persistent in asking, I, as a master uncle, have to show you the way..." Wang Linhai said in a particularly mysterious tone: "Chop bamboo."

"Cut bamboo?" Zhang Linggu didn't understand what this had to do with saving his life.

"To the west of Qianshan Mountain, there is a bamboo forest. It's not ordinary bamboo. It's as hard as iron. If you want to cut it off, you have to pour your true energy into the axe. It's a very good way to forge your body, but it's too boring. There are not many people who can persevere." Wang Linhai said in a persuasive tone: "Have you seen Fengyulou's swordsmanship? Back then, he only knew ten tricks of Kanyu astrology and only nine tricks. I don’t want to keep him anymore, after I instructed him to chop bamboo, and later he successfully realized the way of swordsmanship, he is now a Huajing, don’t you understand Huajing?”

Seeing that there was another opportunity to teach the way, he hurriedly said: "The realm of cultivating immortals, the first level is the imperial realm, which is the flying imperial object that you new disciples especially yearn for. Elementary level, and then there is the realm of transformation, which can be combined with your magic weapon to become one and move according to your heart. Fengyulou is now in this realm, the human and sword are united. To put it bluntly, it means that you have cultivated the Yuanshen sword, and the next step is the spiritual realm. Cultivate a spiritual baby, which is still far away from you, and finally the cloud realm, that is, it is about to ascend, and it is even farther away from you."

Zhang Linggu was a little tongue-tied when he heard that Fengyulou was already beyond reach in his heart, and he had only reached the second level in the world of cultivating immortals: "Then I'll go chop bamboo now."

"Yes, yes, go chop it quickly." Wang Linhai sent Zhang Linggu out with a smile: "The more you chop, the closer you will be to enlightenment."

After Zhang Linggu left, he looked down at the book that Zhang Linggu had dropped, but the expression on his face became gloomy.