Although the young people were disappointed, they seemed to be more convinced by this Liu Shang, and a few servants came in outside the hall, holding jade plates.

The old man in the hall smiled and said: "Since you are here, naturally you can't let your little friends run in vain, this Zhuji Mangdan I have a lot of stock in the Hou Mansion, so I will send some to you." ”

Several servants distributed the mangdan in the jade plate around, and many of the young people were also excited when they saw that it was Zhuji Mangdan again.

In this first level, they have already used a Zhuji Mangdan, and the benefits of this Mangdan are naturally deeply understood, and now the Wind Death Waiting House has given another one, and the young people are happy, and they can't help but praise the great courage of this Wind Death Waiting again.

Qingliu took Mangdan, but he was a little lost in his heart, he quenched his bones and refined his body, this foundation Mangdan, it was of no use to him at all.

Out of the Wind Death Mansion, Qingliu walked straight to the restaurant, this trip to Luohuang City, I'm afraid it is not as exciting as imagined, the only harvest may be the two Mangdan given by the Wind Death Mansion.

Qingliu's mind sank into the Mangjie, and counted the items in his Mangjie, in addition to some daily necessities and a few clothes, the rest was Mangshi Chimangshi, one Jundan, and two Zhuji Dan.

Although there are not many things in the Qingliu Mangring today, the value is not low, and it can be worth nearly 10,000 red mango stones.

Mind withdrew from the mangjie, Qingliu frowned, he had a feeling that after coming out of the Wind Death Waiting Mansion, someone had been staring at him.

There is no origin for this feeling, it is just a pure feeling, Qingliu turned back several times, but found nothing.

Looking back again, Qingliu still didn't find anything, muttered, turned his head and was about to continue walking, but a huge force suddenly came from his neck, Qingliu's eyes turned black and he fainted.

...

When he woke up, he found himself on the edge of a cliff.

On the edge of the cliff stood an old man with his back to him, and the old man stood on the edge of the cliff with his back a little rickety, looking into the distance.

Qingliu rubbed his neck that was a little painful, looked around, but saw a city sitting under the cliff from a distance, and looked carefully, it was Luohuang City.

"Awake?" the old man on the edge of the cliff turned around, looked at Qingliu, and asked.

Qingliu looked at the old man, saw his face clearly, and exclaimed, "You are... Limber of the Wind Death Mansion?"

The old man smiled with a long scar and wrinkled face, and said, "That's right, it's me." ”

"What is the so-called matter that my predecessors have taken me captive here?" Qingliu came back to his senses, stood up, made a slight gesture, and asked.

"Apprentice!" the old man turned around again, faced the cliff, and spoke lightly.

Qingliu couldn't help but be stunned in his heart, but said with a smile: "Please don't joke with your seniors." ”

"Feng Death, I am half of my nephew. The old man ignored Qingliu and spat out a few words.

When Qingliu heard this, it was like being struck by lightning.

"Before... Senior, is this true?" Qingliu asked.

"You don't have to be so restrained, now, I am begging you to apprentice, not you begging me to accept disciples. The old man sighed and said quietly.

Qingliu was puzzled, only to see the old man turn his head, staring straight into Qingliu's eyes, and asked, "Are you, quenching bones and refining the body tenfold." ”

Qingliu's pupils gathered, and then he smiled: "The seniors said that they were laughing, I am now quenching the bones five times and refining the body fourfold, and I don't know how much I am still from the ten levels of bone refining and body refining." ”

When the old man heard Qingliu's answer, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he chuckled: "The strength of your punch is far more than that. ”

"It's been thirty years, and you've given me a glimmer of hope again. The old man looked at Qingliu and sighed.

When Qingliu heard this, he couldn't help asking, "What hope?"

Without immediately answering Qingliu's words, the old man lowered his head, as if he was lost in thought.

On the cliff, a breeze blew, blowing the white hair of the old man's sideburns, and the white hair brushed the hideous scar on his face, and his back was still rickety, and he never stood up straight.

The old man raised his head, his eyes were deep, his cloudy eyes stared at Qingliu, and he muttered, "As you said, there is a little hope to live with dignity." ”

"The scar on my face was deliberately scratched off, I was asked to hide my head and tail from now on, hide my face, my back was deliberately interrupted, I was always bowed in front of people from now on, and I can no longer raise my head, I have been hiding in this Luohuang City for thirty years, and I don't even dare to use my own name, I only dare to hide in the mansion of the younger generations, playing the role of a servant, this pretence, is thirty years. The old man looked up and sighed, his words full of sourness.

Looking at Qingliu, the old man said in a daze: "The one who chooses the apprentice this time is not the wind and death, it's me, the old man feels that the oil is about to run out, if I don't find a disciple again, my vein will be broken, even if I die, I'm afraid I don't have the face to face the deceased master." ”

"It's just that the heavens don't kill me, I wanted to find a random disciple in this small city and leave the mantle, but I never thought I would meet you. The old man chuckled and said to Qingliu.

Qingliu didn't say a word, just listened to the old man's narration, and didn't answer.

The old man continued: "You have ten percent of your bones and refining your body, you have excellent talent, you have not changed your color in the face of landslides, you have an excellent heart, you have learned to draw inferences from each other, and your understanding is also excellent. ”

"Since you want to worship the wind and die as a teacher, why don't you become a perfect old man? Feng Death Hou is my descendant, he can teach me naturally, Feng Death Hou is a refiner, but he has this achievement in refining Mang, attributed to the reason, I can monopolize three points, if you want Mangdan, I can naturally give it to you. The old man looked directly at Qingliu and said slowly.

"Can you teach me how to refine mangs?" Qingliu raised his head and asked.

"You're a refiner? haha... Okay, good, good! Heaven will not kill me, heaven will not kill me!" the old man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then laughed loudly.

"If you worship me as a teacher, don't teach you to refine mang, as long as you are willing to learn, I will teach everything. The old man said loudly.

"But if there's anything I can't teach you, that's what you said, live with a little dignity, the old man has studied for thirty years, and he hasn't learned, this... I can't teach you. As if thinking of something, the old man's expression darkened and he sighed.

"Who is the senior enemy?" asked Qingliu.

The old man smiled and said, "Worship me as a teacher, and I will tell you." ”

Qingliu weighed in his heart, made up his mind, gritted his teeth, knelt down in front of the old man, and said loudly: "Disciple Qingliu, please meet the master." ”

The old man stepped forward again and again, helped Qingliu up, and muttered: "Qingliu, good name, I only hope you won't repeat the mistakes of being a teacher, but don't worry, the teacher will teach you well." ”

The old man sat cross-legged, Qingliu also sat on the ground, only to hear the old man say: "My original name is Mu Chen, I was injured by the enemy, my family was ruined, I was displaced, and finally I found a close friend in my early years, that is, the master of Feng Hou, and the master of Feng Hou did not dare to keep me, so he put me in his disciple's mansion and became a servant. ”

"Even if I am a servant, I am still cautious, hiding, and even changing my name and surname, and that is why the wind and death call me Limbo. Mu Chen said.

"Master hasn't said who the enemy is?" Qingliu said.

Mu Chen looked at Qingliu and did not directly answer Qingliu's words, but asked, "Imperial Capital Royal, what is your surname?"

Qingliu was puzzled, but still replied: "The surname is Li." ”

"What is the name of this empire?" Mu Chen then asked.

"The name of the country is Kashiwa Mountain. Qingliu replied.

The old man said quietly: "Baishan Bai family, since you are my disciple, you will have to go around when you meet the children of the Bai family in the future, do you know?"

"Baishan Bai family?" Qingliu muttered, silently writing it down in his heart.

Mu Chen got up, walked to the cliff, looked at the Luohuang City under the mountain from a distance, his wrinkled face was slightly sad, and muttered: "I have been in this city for too long, and I am a little reluctant to leave." ”

"Where is the master leaving?" asked Qingliu anxiously.

Mu Chen turned his head and smiled, and said, "Since the old man begs you to be my disciple, it is natural that the old man will go wherever you go." ”

Qingliu scratched his head and couldn't help laughing.

Qingliu returned to the restaurant, the Zhu brothers were still waiting for him, and when they saw that there was an old man behind him, they couldn't help asking.

"The old man is the old servant of Young Master Qingliu, and he has seen two young masters. Mu Chen bowed down and replied before Qingliu.

Although Qingliu was puzzled, he did not say it.

When Zhu Li heard this, he smiled and said, "Yo, if the wind dies and confiscates you as a disciple, forget it, why do you still send it to a servant?"

Qingliu was speechless for a while, so he had to explain that Mu Chen was his servant in the Red City, and he was not worried that he would go to this Luohuang City alone and catch up alone.

The Zhuhe God nagged Qingliu aside, and whispered to Qingliu: "Your old servant is loyal, but it's a little ugly, come, tell us about the Feng Hou Mansion, who is the last apprentice of Feng Fu Hou?"

Qingliu told the Zhu brothers about the Feng Death Mansion, and after hearing that Liu Shang became the apprentice of the Feng Death Wait, the two couldn't help but envy Liu Shang, but when they heard Qingliu say that they had won two Zhuji Mandan, the two brothers suddenly wailed, and they were very envious of Qingliu in their hearts, and said that Qingliu had good luck.

"Why can't I afford such a good thing?" Zhu Li sighed angrily on the side.

After choosing an apprentice, the Zhu brothers also had no idea of staying in Luohuang City anymore, and were ready to leave for Yancheng and invite Qingliu all the way, Qingliu shirked the matter and did not join the two brothers.

Bidding farewell to the Zhu brothers, Qingliu and Mu Chen rested in the restaurant.

"Teacher, why did you claim to be my servant just now, this... Not so good. Entering the room, Qingliu closed the door and asked Mu Chen.

Mu Chen sighed: "Qingliu, this world is sinister, and the teacher is also scared, for the teacher has been hiding in Tibet for nearly half of his life, for fear that one day the enemy will kill him, for so many years, he has become accustomed to being incognito." ”

"I will still be your servant before the future, you can't call me teacher, do you know?" Mu Chen admonished.

Qingliu couldn't help but be annoyed: "This Baishan Bai family, so deceitful?"

Mu Chen sighed: "Maybe it's because the old man is timid, I know that the old man makes you uncomfortable like this, so let's do it, in front of people in the future, you can call me Mu Lao, and when there is no one, you can call me Shizun again." ”

Hearing this, Qingliu nodded helplessly and muttered, "That's the only way." ”

"Now you can form a red mangdan at any time and enter the monarch realm, it just depends on when you want to break through. Mangdan as a teacher will not be missing you, but it is best not to break through directly without Mangdan, so that it will not affect the foundation. Mu Chen said.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Chen's expression was serious, and he said: "You remember, the foundation is the most important thing, don't use it if you don't need it, as for those Jun Dan, don't touch the original mangshi of mangyao, and when you succeed in the future, you will understand how important this foundation is." ”

Hearing this, Qingliu couldn't help but think of the matchmaker, when the matchmaker introduced herself to this Mang, she said that this foundation is the most important, and now when she heard Mu Chen's words, she couldn't help but say: "Disciple Mang, so far, he has relied on himself to attract the mangqi of heaven and earth, and he has never used Mangdan." ”

When Mu Chen heard this, he said with a smile on his face: "But I didn't expect you to be so fast, just by attracting the heaven and earth mangqi to reach such a realm, it is indeed an immortal talent, Qingliu, you have to keep in mind, whether this foundation is strong or not, determines how far you can go in the future, don't try to be relaxed for a while, want to take a shortcut, you can take a shortcut, you can go one way, one step at a time, the most secure, remember to remember." ”

Hearing this, Qingliu nodded yes.

"Where are you going next?" Mu Chen asked.

Qingliu groaned slightly, and said: "I don't want to stay in this Luohuang City for a long time, originally I went to this Luohuang City to try my luck in the Fengwu Houfu, and by the way, I saw the world, but now the Fengwu Houfu has also chosen, and the world has also seen, it's time to go back to the Red City." ”

When Mu Chen heard this, he nodded, and said: "It's good for you to decide, it's just that Hongcheng is still four or five days away from here, and on the way to the road, you can break through to the Jun Realm by the way, and enter the Jun Realm, so that you can really start to start it, your road is still long." ”

Stayed in the restaurant for a night, at ten o'clock in the morning, Qingliu and Mu Chen set off, out of the Luohuang City, and headed for the Red City.

Along the way, Mu Chen began to explain to Qingliu about Namang's body.

Mu Chen said: "Before the Jun Realm, it was called to lead the mangs into the body, refining the muscles and bones, and most of the mangqi that entered the body was used to strengthen the muscles and bones, so the body of the mangs was far stronger than ordinary people, but there was a limit to the introduction of mangs into the body, just like if you are now quenching the bones and refining the body ten times, the body has gathered full of mangqi, and there is no longer room for more mangqi." ”

Qingliu nodded when he heard this, and in the Wind Death Waiting Mansion, he noticed that he couldn't attract the mangqi in the Zhuji Mangdan, and now he felt more and more difficult to attract the mangqi of heaven and earth.

Mu Chen continued: "It is precisely because the mangqi is full, so if you want to hold more mangqi, there are two ways, either continue to quench the bone and refine the body, or form a red mangdan. ”

"Ordinary cultivators, when refining the body three or four times, the body is full of mangqi, but it is difficult to continue to quench the bones and refine the body, so they get married early and enter the monarch realm. In fact, it is also the same monarchy, and there are differences. Mu Chen whispered softly and slowly explained to Qingliu.

Qingliu listened attentively and asked a few words from time to time, and the two talked as they walked.

I only heard Mu Chen continue: "The strength is generally the realm first, and those with high realms are naturally strong, of course, this is not absolute, and the second is to look at the Mangdu, how powerful the Mangduel is, it is also an extremely important evaluation of the individual's strength, when the realm Mangduel is almost the same, the competition is the degree of bone refining and the experience of fighting." ”

Mu Chen looked at Qingliu and said earnestly: "And the most challenging thing is to quench the bones and refine the body, and this combat experience. If the realm is suppressed, there is no way to speak of it, life and death are decided by others, and the power of Mangdu, this is the personal heritage, and it is also difficult to change, what can be changed is to quench the bone refining body and combat experience, and when it comes to life and death, these are the things that are competing. ”

"Now that your body is full of energy, you have to break through the monarch realm as soon as possible, and at noon today, you can find a place to break through. Mu Chen's voice changed, and he said to Qingliu.

Qingliu nodded, but asked, "How to enter the body, please ask the teacher to explain in detail." ”

Mu Chen smiled and replied: "You are not only a mang, but you can also gather mangs into a whirlpool, and it is not difficult for you to form a red mangdan, but you have to find a place with a strong mangqi." Namang into the body, is to forcibly gather a large amount of mangqi in the body, and then condense the mangqi, the mangqi compressed into substance, you know, the volume of solid mangqi is not only smaller than the volume of gas, but also much more. ”

Mu Chen said that this Qingliu understands, but how to do this forcibly gather mangs in the body, Qingliu couldn't help asking: "I just don't know how to forcibly gather mangs into the body?"

Mu Chen replied: "First find a place where the mangqi is more abundant, and then use the mangqi to guide the mang, and not let the mangqi in the body dissipate, this requires your mind to stabilize the mangqi, I don't know if you can do this." ”

Qing Liu smiled when he heard this, and said, "The disciple is now able to gather the fist-sized mangqi together without dissipating. ”

Mu Chen couldn't help but be stunned after hearing this, and then smiled: "I didn't expect that I found a genius disciple, and I was able to do this without anyone to teach me." Since you can gather a fist-sized mangdan, then there is no problem, compress the mangqi into a red mangdan, you are the monarch realm, and the red mangdan, also known as the jundan, is a symbol of entering the monarch realm. ”

After listening to Mu Chen's words, Qingliu thought about the process in his mind, and suddenly remembered that when he had just broken through the tenth level of refining his body, the mangqi of heaven and earth drilled into his body uncontrollably, almost bursting him, and now in retrospect, the mangqi condensed in his body at that time was more than the size of a fist, if he knew that the mangs gathered into a spiral and condensed into a red mangdan, I am afraid that Qingliu would have already stepped into the monarch realm.

"If there is no one to teach, there are indeed a lot of detours. Qingliu couldn't help but sigh.

It was almost noon, Qingliu and Mu Chen entered the inner boundary of the Shenlin Mountain Range, found a vacant space, Qingliu sat down cross-legged, and began to enter the body.

The mangqi of heaven and earth was attracted by Qingliu's mind and slowly entered Qingliu's body.

Qingliu's body was already full of mangqi, and when this was incorporated into mangqi, a feeling of swelling and pain couldn't help but come from all over his body. Feeling the pain, Qingliu couldn't help frowning.

"Steady, it's normal for Namang to have some pain in his body, continue Namang. Mu Chen's voice sounded in Qingliu's ears at the right time.

As the amount of mangqi in his body increased, the feeling of swelling and pain became stronger and stronger, and a string of fine beads of sweat began to appear on Qingliu's forehead.

When the mangqi in the body was the size of a fist, he only heard Mu Chen say beside Qingliu: "If the mangqi gathers the size of a fist, it will start to gather mangs into a whirl." ”

When Qingliu heard this, his thoughts flowed, and he began to gather into a whirlwind.

The fist-sized mangqi began to slowly turn in circles, turning into a mangwirl.

"Condense the mangxuan and begin to form a pill. Mu Chen commanded beside him.

Qingliu's mind strengthened, and he began to press the mang, and the mangqi slowly condensed, and a red small pill the size of a needle tip formed in the center of the mangxuan.

Qingliu has practiced the smoke of the mang, and he also has some understanding of the essence of mangqi condensation, but now it is much easier to gather mangcheng than to enter the body.

When the fist-sized mangqi was completely condensed, it turned into a red mangdan, the size of a needle. Qingliu looked inward, looked at Jun Dan in his body, and couldn't help but smile.

He is full of background, but it doesn't take much effort to cultivate the monarch realm

"Junjing, it's finally here. Qingliu muttered.