Listening to Feng Jingyu's praise, Wu Ming just smiled and said nothing. After the destruction of the Wu family in www.biquge.info previous life, he studied a lot of knowledge in order to survive with the body of a mortal, and dabbled in a lot of things, from Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, to piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. When Zhuang Wudao first came out of the mountain, he was not famous for his strategists, but for his talent and learning, otherwise he would be called "the first strategist" rather than the "first national soldier".

Calligraphy is a strength when I was young, and with the depth of study in my previous life, it is normal to write about today's demeanor.

"What, if you have time to come to me today to be an uncle, just to watch me practice calligraphy?" Wu Ming saw that Feng Jingyu's gaze had been fixed on his notebook, and he patted the other party's shoulder with a smile.

"Of course not."

Feng Jingyu's tone was a little strange, although he used to call Wu Ming uncle, it was just a verbal title that followed the seniority. However, when I came to visit Wu Ming today, I only stayed with him for a while, and I felt a little strange, as if the other party was really my uncle.

What are you thinking...... This kid in front of me is two years younger than me!

Shaking his head, getting rid of the inexplicable thoughts that popped up in his mind, Feng Jingyu showed off with a hint of self-smugness: "I, Feng Jingyu, will not be an ordinary man from today onwards." ”

"Oh?" Wu Mingqi said, "Could it be that you are also a monk?" ”

"Uncle, look."

Feng Jingyu grinned, put his two fingers together and stretched out, and pointed at the pen holder on the desk, only to see that the pen holder seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand, and slowly floated away from the desktop and floated into the sky, and turned around a few times above the desk before falling back to its original position.

Although the pen holder is small but not light, it is made of high-quality ink jade, not to mention it weighs five or six catties, Feng Jingyu can make it fly in the air, which is enough to prove that he has indeed entered the doorway of cultivation.

Wu Ming sighed in his heart, with Feng Jingyu's relationship with him, he was naturally happy that the other party could cultivate. Just thinking of myself, I inevitably feel a little lost in my heart.

In the previous life, when the Heavenly Providence Sect was at its peak, Wu Ming, who had turned into Zhuang Wudao, tried every means to find out the news, hoping to find a panacea and treasures of heaven and earth to help him practice, but it turned out that the physique was innate, and no matter how it was changed, some things could not be done.

In this life, the mind of cultivation is settled, but the specific method is still unknown.

"Since you are already a monk, have you entered the sect?" Suddenly thinking of the Huayi Sword Sect that gave him a headache, Wu Ming couldn't help but ask.

"Haha, I knew you would ask this, uncle, guess which sect I worshipped?" Feng Jingyu replied mysteriously.

"It can't be the Transformation One Sword Sect, right?" Wu Ming pursed his lips.

"Uncle, why do you know this? Did someone notify you before I came? Feng Jingyu looked surprised, he wanted to surprise Wu Ming, but the other party's calm face to tell the truth made him have the illusion that he was playing a harlequin.

"It's not hard to guess. My Nantian Dynasty Daomen is headed by Qingcheng Mountain and Nanmen Temple, and you will definitely not be able to enter the South Gate Temple. As for the three major sects of Qingcheng Mountain: Bailongling is strict in selecting disciples, and you can't get in, and it is impossible for Jinguang Temple to only accept monks, and the rest is not only the Huayi Sword Sect that is at the bottom? ”

Wu Ming analyzed for a moment, Feng Jingyu was speechless, thinking to himself, why didn't he think of such a simple truth? But he still has to show off in front of Wu Ming, which can expose his IQ now.

"Uncle has become more and more thoughtful recently, this is reading to a profound realm." In order to divert this topic of highlighting IQ, Feng Jingyu could only compliment Wu Minglai with a shy face.

"Excuse me." Wu Ming glared at him angrily, turned his head and ignored him, picked up the wolf pen again, and wanted to copy out another pair of calligraphy.

"Hehe, uncle, since you have a lot of knowledge, then my nephew is going to enter the cultivation gate and test you. Do you know what are the great realms of cultivation? Seeing that Wu Ming no longer paid attention to himself, Feng Jingyu was a little bored, so he took care of himself to provoke the topic.

Wu Ming glanced at him amusedly, thinking that this question had been firmly in his heart in his last life, and he wanted to test himself with this, but he was afraid that Feng Jingyu would make a mistake again.

"Don't know, right? It's no wonder that Uncle is a Confucian in white after all, and he doesn't talk about ghosts and gods, but since he is going to the sect in a few days, he should still remember some basic cultivation knowledge. Feng Jingyu saw that Wu Ming didn't speak, thinking that he didn't know, and finally had a sense of balance in his heart, he moistened his throat and began to talk about the division between the several major realms of cultivation.

"The entry realm of cultivation is called the Qi Refining Realm, which is commonly known as the beginner level monk, and the monks at this stage are just like me, who can refine the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the body, and use the true qi stored in the body to separate the heavenly objects, which is the most basic stage."

Feng Jingyu had a boastful look on his face, but his words also revealed that although he had entered the cultivation gate, he was currently only the most basic junior qi refining cultivator.

"After refining the Qi Realm, it is the Tongmai Realm. Monks at this stage are able to open up the various key veins in the body to increase the amount of true qi stored, and the monks of this realm are also called intermediate monks. ”

Feng Jingyu continued to talk eloquently, "After the passage is Zhou Tianjing, as the name suggests, it is to run the true qi in the body around the meridians that have been opened. The monks of this realm have access to the veins of the whole body, and the true qi in the body is the same as the aura of heaven and earth, and there is unrivaled power between their gestures, so they are called high-level monks. ”

"After that, there are the legendary Linghai monks and Jindan monks, who open up the spiritual sea in their bodies and contain the great power of heaven and earth, and are called great monks. As for the Jindan monk, he can fly to the sky and escape with his physical body, rejuvenate himself, and live forever, and is called a half-immortal. ”

It seemed that his mouth was dry, Feng Jingyu picked up the teapot on the desk, poured a small cup of tea into his mouth, moistened his throat, and then looked at Wu Ming with a radiant look, looking like he wanted to be praised by him.

"Finished? Go on. However, Wu Ming didn't show a look of praise, just urged him with a smile.

"What else can be said? The Jindan monks are all half-immortals, what realm is there behind? Could it be a legendary deity one step further? Feng Jingyu looked puzzled.

"How can the gods be so easy to become, Jindan is still early." Wu Ming shook his head and reminded, "For example, a character like the Taoist Heavenly Monarch, how high is the realm?" ”

"This ......" Feng Jingyu scratched his head and said with a wry smile, "Isn't the character of the Taoist Heavenly Monarch already a god?" One person can block millions of male masters, and if you want to kill people like you and me thousands of miles away, you and I will directly take down the head, how can I know the realm of such a master? ”

Or take off the head thousands of miles away? Didn't that Sword Heavenly Monarch Ye Feng chase me for three days and three nights not long ago? I didn't see him take off my mortal head.

Wu Ming was amused in his heart, and thought of his father Wu Yu's Sword King Realm, I am afraid that he was also above Ye Feng, and couldn't help but shake his head, if Feng Jingyu, who is a nephew, knows that his uncle is stronger than the Taoist Heavenly Monarch, don't you want to stare out your eyes?

"Okay, let's popularize the basics of cultivation with you." Wu Ming grinned, "The so-called Taoist Heavenly Monarch is the legendary Yuan Shen realm, but the Yuan Shen is not the same as the gods, they have to go through three calamities and nine tribulations, and they can only turn into gods." Before the catastrophe, the monks of the Yuan Shen Realm were still humans. ”

"There is such a miracle after Jindan." Feng Jingyu nodded, and said curiously, "I don't know how Uncle has such a wide range of knowledge?" I have never heard of this saying even after I entered the threshold of cultivation. ”

"I have my own channels." Of course, Wu Ming would not say that he had checked these things clearly in his previous life.

The two chatted for a long time, until noon, when Feng Jingyu ate Chinese food at Wu Ming's place, and then said goodbye and left. Before leaving, he made an appointment with Wu Ming, and three days later, the two of them went to the Nahua Sword Sect together.

After sending Feng Jingyu away, Wu Ming returned to his room, sat quietly at the desk for a while, then put away the books and calligraphy on the table, sat on the bed with his legs crossed, closed his eyes and concentrated, and snorted evenly, as if he was imitating the meditation practice of some monks.

Wu Ming was naturally not practicing. He just sank his mind into his mind to probe the changes in the space in his mind where the white bones were located.

The white bones are still the same as the ones that have just been unearthed, with no signs of decay, but in the dark space that contains the white bones, there are faint traces of gray-white mysterious gas, rotating around the white bones.

Seeing the gray gas, Wu Ming was overjoyed, knowing that this was the sword intent that had been cultivated by the white bones in the past few days.

In just four or five days after getting the white bones, he had cultivated more than a trace of sword intent, which made Wu Ming very happy.

I just don't know what the name of this gray-white sword intent should be? It stands to reason that ordinary sword intent is colorless and invisible, and it cannot be seen by the naked eye at all, only the extremely high-quality sword intent has its own unique color, such as Ye Feng's Qingxia sword intent, which is full of cyan glow all over the body when used. The sword intent that Wu Ming cultivated through this white bone was unusual, it was naturally grayish-white, and its quality was so high that it was unpredictable.

Since I don't know its origin, let's call it "Nameless Sword Intent", which also complements my name.

Wu Ming thought like this, and took the trouble to watch the gray-white nameless sword intent nourished little by little from the white bones, just like a farmer watching the seedlings he planted grow little by little, and the fun was insignificant to outsiders.

Maybe it's time to learn a set of swordsmanship and try the power of this nameless sword intent.

Make up your mind and act immediately. Wu Ming hooked the corners of his mouth, picked up the jar of Changjing wine on the bookcase, carefully opened the lid and poured out a thin line, and evenly fell in the small cup, just about half a cup. He took the wine glass, opened the window, the aroma of wine drifted in the wind, and Liu Lao, who had already followed the aroma of wine, was spinning around like ants in a hot pot outside, as if he wanted to rush into the room in the next second, and drank the wine jar.

Seeing the window of the room open, Wu Ming was holding a wine glass and looking at him with a smile. Liu Lao swallowed his saliva very distempered, and then ran to the window like a dog who found his family after he got lost, looking at the wine glass in Wu Ming's hand.

Liu Lao himself looked down on his appearance at this time.

"Liu Cangshan, Liu Cangshan, you are still a great monk of the Linghai Realm, why don't you even want to be cheeky now?"

He scolded himself in his heart, but his gaze showed no sign of leaving the glass.

This is a dynasty treasure, the daughter is not exchanged, he Liu Lao has been in the Wu Mansion all his life, and he has never taken a sip, so he really panicked.

"In a word, teach me a practical swordsmanship, and this glass of wine will be yours."

The curvature of the corners of Wu Ming's mouth rose more and more.

Liu Lao's expression was fierce, even if he was a servant, as a generation of great cultivators, how could he be easily threatened by others?

But before he could have a seizure, Wu Ming suddenly muttered to himself, which made his heart cold.

"This wine was given to me by my father, and it will be used to feast on the son of the unequaled military marquis in the future. I'll only give you one chance, you've figured it out. ”

Looking down, Liu Lao whispered something, Wu Ming didn't listen carefully, only vaguely heard "Ghost Yazai...... count me unlucky".

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