The old man did not teach Su Mu how to become a martial artist for the first time, but introduced himself.

The old man's surname is Mo, and his name is Taichong, and it is said that he was too impulsive when he was young, so he changed his name to Taichong to remind himself not to be too impulsive.

Zhao Bo listened to a yawn next to him, thinking that he had also heard the old man say that after so many years, not a word has changed.

Zhao Bo is an orphan, it was Mo Taichong who adopted him, and the two can be said to be master and apprentice, or father and son.

They have lived together for more than forty years, and their only hobby is bickering.

Speaking of bickering, if two people pinch each other, they can quarrel for a day, but every time Zhao Bo is better.

Mo Taichong has a dream, that is, one day a quarrel can make Zhao Bo speechless, and Zhao Bo also has a dream, he hopes that he can defeat him in the old man's lifetime.

The two are also masters and apprentices, and they are also close friends.

Su Mu listened to the old man's introduction of his life deeds, and couldn't help but yawn: "Old Mr. Mo, you still directly say how to become a martial artist!"

Mo Taichong touched his beard unhurriedly: "Young man, don't be anxious, you listen well, if you want to become a martial artist, the first step is to accept the spirit, and the cultivator will accept the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body, this is the first step of cultivation, this step is very important, if you can't do it, you don't have the qualifications to become a martial artist." ”

"There are other examples of failures?" asked Su Mu in surprise

"Do you think the streets are full of martial cultivators?" The old man suddenly lost his temper and roared, and then felt that he was too impulsive again, slapped himself, and touched his beard calmly: "Some people are not qualified to become martial artists, there are very few martial cultivators in this world, if you don't step into the world of martial arts cultivators, it is impossible to know the existence of martial arts cultivators for the rest of your life." ”

"Why is this?" Su Mu became interested, and unconsciously sat closer and closer to the old man

Zhao Bo interjected in a bored sentence next to him: "The rules of a martial artist, once you become a martial artist, you must not intervene in the affairs of the world, otherwise the Martial Cultivator Administration will intervene." ”

"Martial Cultivator Administration, what is this?"

One ring after another, Su Mu understood more and more things, and the same, he had more problems.

He knew in his heart that he was learning about a whole new world, and that this new world might change his life.

Zhao Bo picked off his nose and wiped it on his pants casually: "It's similar to inspectors, they manage martial cultivators." ”

The old man glared at Zhao Bo and kicked him off the boulder: "Dog, don't be sloppy on my territory, pick your nose in front of me, and chop your hands for you." ”

Zhao Bo jumped up from below unconvinced: "Oh, what are you pretending to be serious, this old man? Yesterday you secretly hit the when I didn't find out?"

As soon as he heard this, the old man coughed violently: "Don't talk nonsense, Lao Tzu has his own cultivation, hurry, hand over the dead old man on the ground to the old guys in the Administration, go quickly." ”

Su Mu could see that the old man was supporting Zhao Bo.

It seems that he was indeed suspected of last night.

Zhao Bo didn't want to go, but the old man clenched his fists and glared, he didn't say a word, and the dead old man on the ground slipped away, faster than an arrow off the string.

Su Mu looked at his departing back in surprise, and asked curiously, "Is this the speed of a martial artist?"

When Zhao Bo left, the old man's confidence came up again, and he patted Su Mu's shoulder with a righteous appearance: "Boy, don't be envious, if you can become a martial artist, you will be more powerful than him, that kid's cultivation talent is limited." ”

"Please also ask Mr. Mo to tell the kid how to become a martial artist?" Su Mu stood up and arched his hand at Old Man Mo in a serious manner

Old man Mo stood up and grabbed his hands, and then slammed his palm on his dantian: "Boy, what I say now, you just follow me, don't be distracted, if you go crazy, then it's no wonder that I." ”

Su Mu felt a warmth in his lower abdomen, and immediately nodded: "Don't worry, sir, the kid must study seriously." ”

The old man slowly put down Su Mu and sat down cross-legged: "Follow me, inhale first, exhale, feel the air flowing around you, the air here is the purest, remember, tell me when you feel a pain in your lower abdomen, and then stop." ”

Su Mu nodded solemnly, sat cross-legged with Old Man Mo, and then inhaled and exhaled.

This was repeated until it lasted for a few hours before Su Mu opened his eyes: "Old man, I feel that my lower abdomen is very distended now, and it seems to be about to explode at any time, what's going on?"

Old man Mo smiled: "Don't worry, this is a normal phenomenon, it means that your dantian has completed the Ling, and now you have entered the last step, Guling!"

The so-called solid spirit is when the spiritual energy is perfected, tempering and consolidation, and I need to help you with this step. ”

As soon as the old man finished speaking, he slapped the boulder with one hand, and the whole person was directly shocked to his feet.

He clenched his hands into fists, gave him a thumbs up, and pressed it against Su Mu's temple.

Suddenly, the endless aura on Old Man Mo's body frantically output to Su Mu's body.

His aura was a hundred times purer than the aura that Su Mu had just absorbed, and after entering Su Mu's body, he could suppress the aura in his body and help him strengthen his spirit.

Time passed bit by bit, and the old man's posture didn't move, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Su Mu didn't get much better, frowning, a painful look spread all over his face, beads of sweat the size of beans dripping onto the boulder.

In just an hour, the location where Su Mu's sweat dripped had become a small hole.

In a few hours, a large hole must appear in the boulder.

But fortunately, two hours later, Old Man Mo withdrew his hand, pressed his palms down on his chest, and the whole person breathed a sigh of relief.

Su Mu also slowly opened his eyes, but now he didn't have the painful look he had just now, and his whole person looked a lot lighter than before, at least it didn't look like that expression of rejection thousands of miles away.

He felt the aura in his body, clenched his fist hard, felt the inexhaustible power in his body, and couldn't help but ask curiously: "Is this a martial cultivator?" ”

The old man flicked his head next to him: "Boy, don't be proud, you are just a martial artist beginner now, at most you are a low-level qi refiner!"

"Qi refining is low-level, and there are levels?" Su Mu was very smart, and he could hear the trickiness in it

The old man laughed, and praised Su Mu: "It is worthy of being the grandson of Su Beishi, he is talented and smart enough, that's right, martial arts cultivators do have ranks." ”

According to what Old Man Mo said, martial cultivators are divided into five levels, namely Qi Refining, Foundation Building, Yuan Infant, Cave Void, and Mahayana.

Each level is divided into three levels, which are high, medium, and low, and each level is particularly difficult.

In the entire world of martial cultivators, there are strong people at the cave void level, but they are very rare, but the strong people of the Mahayana period only had them a long time ago, and now they have become legends.