Upper Valley City.

Orange Cat, Bo Jun, Liaofeng father and son, and Ji Tian from the inn stayed in the living room of Xiao Ai's house.

After a few days of communication, Liao Feng found that the cultivation of this fat big yellow cat was also quite good, so he often discussed some topics in his cultivation with him, and the orange cat also admired Liao Feng's kung fu and appreciated Liao Yang, so he was happy to chat with his father and son.

The two of them huddled on a sofa and talked in a low voice, Bo Jun sat on the sofa next to him boringly flipping through a comic book, and Ji Tian sat opposite Bo Jun, staring at him with an unhappy face.

"Don't look at me like that, okay?" Bojun was uncomfortable under Ji Day's surveillance: "Relax, I won't go out to kill people." ”

"Just because you don't kill now doesn't mean you won't kill in the future. If you dare to make the slightest move, I will break your neck on the spot. Ji Day's fiery red hair stood upside down, and his fierce tone combined with his serious expression was very stressful.

"I still advise you not to waste your efforts with me. Bojun shrugged: "It's really a waste of your time, why don't you go outside and catch a few lich and kill a few bad nightfish." ”

"Are you in such a hurry to trick me into leaving?" Ji Tian sneered, he didn't know why he was staring at Bojun with a dead eye. After all, after consulting the archives left in the inn, Bojun's resume is very clean, and he can be called a pacesetter in the night to live peacefully with humans.

Xiao Ai came back suddenly, opened the door and entered the living room, still holding three paper bags containing snacks in her hands: "Sugar snowball." Hawthorn is made of yo, sweet and sour, super delicious. It's a pity that I didn't have enough money, so I could only buy three bags, so we had to share them. Xiao Ai smiled and handed it to the three orange cats who were talking in a low voice, "Well, this is the three of you." ”

Liao Yang took it and thanked him, and Liao Feng immediately said: "I'm too old to eat this kind of thing." ”

The orange cat took the initiative to stretch out his paws to share with Liaoyang, he ate one each, Liaoyang smacked his lips after eating, he was still a big boy after all, and he was surprised to eat this snack for the first time: "It's really delicious." ”

Xiao Ai's eyes narrowed into a line with a smile: "Brother Xiaoyang is obedient, and my sister will buy it for you to eat in the future." ”

The orange cat spat out a few small cores, and reached into the paper bag with its paws to scoop up another one for itself.

Xiao Ai walked up to Ji Tian again, handed him a bag, and said with some reluctance: "Hey, this is your share." ”

Hey, Ji Tian looked at Xiao Ai suspiciously--I don't have a name?

Xiao Ai snorted, "Do you want it or not?"

Ji Tian sighed and took the paper bag. Xiao Ai walked to Bojun and sat down, squeezed into the same sofa with him, opened the remaining paper bag, and pinched out one with two slender fingers and fed it to Bojun: "Taste one, isn't it super delicious?"

Bojun tasted the sugar snowball very seriously and praised: "It's not bad." ”

"Hee-hee. Xiao Ai smiled like a flower.

Ji Tian was inexplicably irritable, and he looked at Bo Jun and Xiao Ai with some resentment: Why is this woman's attitude towards me and her attitude towards this night fish completely different? Also, does he have no hands himself? Why do you want to feed him?!

Ji Tian put the paper bag on the table angrily, and looked at Xiao Ai and Bojun who were whispering with his hands on his chest, but the man and woman didn't notice their behavior at all. Bojun is just forget it, but Xiao Ai, why didn't you notice me?

Ji Tian knocked on the table with his knuckles unwillingly, and Xiao Ai finally looked at him: "What are you going to make trouble?"

"I-" Ji Tian and Xiao Ai's eyes met, he was a little nervous, and after a long pause, he finally thought of a reason: "My hand was injured a few days ago, and it was not very convenient to move, and I couldn't hold things steadily." ”

"Oh. Xiao Ai replied lightly and continued to share the sugar snowball with Bojun.

Ji Tian looked at them with some heartache, why did this kind and beautiful little human girl be so kind to a nightfish, why didn't she choose to share the snacks in the same paper bag with me?

"Ahem. Ji Tian said a little crampedly: "Actually, I also like to eat snacks, especially sweet and sour." It's just that my hands are not very flexible now, and it is not easy to do. ”

Orange Cat and Liaofeng father and son widened their eyes, this Iron Guard with non-mainstream red hair, a height of more than one meter and eight meters, and tendons and flesh, actually said that he likes to eat sweet and sour snacks, do you think you are a little girl?

Xiao Ai said: "Then you can only wait until the injury is healed before eating." ”

Ji Day's face was undisguised with heartache, I hinted that it was so obvious, can't you hear it?

Xiao Ai shook his head, feeling that Ji Tian was inexplicable, so he got up and took Bo Jun's hand into the bedroom to eat.

Ji Yan minded that Xiao Ai and Bojun were so close, so he decided to follow up, so he picked up the paper bag on the table and went into the bedroom.

"What are you going to do?" Xiao Ai looked at him with an unhappy face.

"I, I'll protect you. Ji Tian blushed a little: "It is my duty to protect ordinary people. I'm going to keep you from the nightfish. ”

"The child is not saved. Xiao Ai's nerves felt that Ji Tian was a little abnormal.

There were orange cats and Liaofeng father and son left in the living room, and the three of them were originally talking in a low voice, but when they saw that there was no one else in the living room, they returned to their normal tones, and enthusiastically discussed their experiences in cultivation.

"So the difference between us cultivators and martial artists is mainly the type of power in the body. The orange cat talked eloquently, with a little white sugar on the corner of his mouth and beard: "Cultivators generally have their own cultivation methods, through which they absorb the power of heaven and earth into their bodies, refine the meridian bones, and convert them into true qi, which is stored in the dantian qi sea. The cultivation of martial artists will not involve the power of heaven and earth, most of them are through some high-intensity exercises to strengthen their own bodies, and after years of penance, they will stimulate the internal strength that is already hidden in the body little by little, which is the internal force in the traditional sense. ”

"That's right. Liao Feng nodded: "Cultivators are bringing in external forces to strengthen themselves, but martial artists are trying their best to fully stimulate their own potential. The power of heaven and earth is endless, but the human body has a limit, which dooms martial artists to be at a disadvantage compared to cultivators. ”

The orange cat also agreed with Liao Feng's words: "No matter how talented a cultivator is, even if he is a mentally weak person, as long as there is a way to incorporate the power of heaven and earth into his body, whether he eats spiritual herbs and medicines, or is forcibly infused with true qi by a person who has been greatly cultivated, it doesn't matter, no matter what way he obtains the spiritual energy, he can increase his cultivation and improve his strength." But martial artists can't do it, they must rely on themselves to climb up step by step, and there is no room for falsehood. ”

Liaoyang listened to the conversation between his father and the orange cat, and asked, "It is difficult for a martial artist to make an inch of progress when his cultivation reaches the limit, but a cultivator's cultivation can enhance his own cultivation by continuously absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. In this way, even a martial artist who has cultivated to the top level is far inferior to a cultivator who has cultivated to a high level?"

"Not necessarily, what I just said is just a large-scale phenomenon. Father Liaofeng shook his head: "The power of heaven and earth is indeed endless, but cultivators can't absorb all of them into their bodies. ”

The orange cat nodded and added, "The limits of the martial artists are different, some have great potential, and some have mediocre potential. The same is true for cultivators, different people have different levels of physique, and the amount of aura that their bodies can carry is also unequal. If the aura in the cultivator's body has reached the limit of what he can bear, the cultivation will stop, and if he forcibly absorbs the aura into the body again, the meridians will burst and die. Suppose a martial artist with a very high limit and cultivated to the top of his own peak, compared to a cultivator with a very low limit and cultivated to the top of his own peak, he will definitely be a martial artist who is superior. ”

Liao Yang finally understood a little, "That is to say, there are martial artists who have cultivated to the limit and can still surpass some cultivators." ”

"Yes, but in the end, most martial artists still suffer a lot from cultivators. "Liaofeng.

Orange Cat said: "There are also a few martial artists who, after cultivating to the extreme, seek cultivators' methods to absorb the power of heaven and earth, so as to take their strength to the next level. ”

"Can it still be like this?" Not only Liaoyang was surprised, but Liaofeng hadn't heard it either.

"After a martial artist has fully stimulated his physical potential, it will be easier for him to absorb the power of heaven and earth than for ordinary cultivators. The orange cat remembered a person in history: "Zhang Sanfeng was once an outstanding martial artist, and when the road of martial arts came to an end, he studied a set of methods to absorb the power of heaven and earth." ”

"I see. Liao Feng heard such a thing for the first time: "It's just that there are very few people like this, right?"

"Yes. Martial artists who can have the talent to cultivate to the extreme have surpassed most cultivators in their own strength, and their temperament is higher than the other, most of them disdain to learn other cultivation methods, and even if they want to learn, they are not personal disciples, and generally no cultivators are willing to teach. There are very few people like Zhang Sanfeng who have studied a set of methods by themselves. The orange cat looked at Liaoyang, and felt that this kid was quite good, as a martial artist, his talent was very high, and if he looked at the cultivator's eyes, his talent was not weak, so he said to him: "Actually, your talent is very good, you can achieve great achievements in whatever you want to learn, there is no need to stick to this martial artist's path to the dark." ”

"If I can cultivate to the limit, then my achievements as a martial artist are higher, or am I more accomplished as a cultivator?" asked Liao Yang seriously.

"Of course it's a cultivator. The orange cat replied without thinking.

Liao Feng's heart suddenly moved when he heard this, and said, "It's a pity that my son doesn't have a cultivator master, even if he wants to learn, he can't find a way." ”

"If I don't like it, I can tell him about my cultivation experience. The orange cat also took a fancy to Liaoyang, and his vision was really with his boss.

Liao Feng was overjoyed, and hurriedly said to his son: "Don't thank you for the seniors of Huangliang yet." ”

Liaoyang immediately bowed down and kowtowed: "Thank you Huangliang seniors." From now on, I will take you as my teacher. ”

"What Master is not Master, I'm just pointing you out some experience. The orange cat didn't care.

Liaoyang still bowed again according to the disciple's apprenticeship, and only got up after worshipping.