Under the dark night sky, a bonfire burned on the boundless plain, and two people sat around the bonfire, one in a black shirt, a young boy, and the other with a cloak and the smell of wine, a dirty old beggar. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At the end of the plain, a carriage sped away, and in the carriage lay two delicate maids who were unconscious.

"Fortunately, this horse has been trained by my father and already knows the way home, otherwise I wouldn't have dared to stun them like this."

Duan Mo stretched his waist, looking lazy, paused, he looked at the old beggar next to him, and couldn't see the old beggar's face clearly under his messy hair: "Old beggar, idle is idle, tell me about the realm behind the Spirit Core Realm." ”

The old beggar was silent for a long time, then stretched out his palm, seeing this, Duan Mo grinned, stretched out a jar of fragrant and mellow wine, and handed it to the old beggar.

The old beggar didn't take it, but continued to stretch out his hand, Duan Mo supported his forehead, sighed, withdrew the mellow wine, flipped his wrist, and took out a jar of pungent wine-smelling bad wine.

This is the worst kind of bad wine, one gold coin is enough to buy five jars, it can be said that it is made of water mixed with alcohol, Duan Mo tasted it a few times, and his throat was hot by the pungent smell of wine and strange taste, and the old beggar seemed to have a soft spot for this kind of wine.

"Gollum."

The old beggar took a sip of the bad wine and poured it violently, and slowly spoke, his voice was like a stone rubbing against the glass, extremely ugly, hoarse, and said: "The path of cultivation, absorb spiritual power with your body, allow the dantian, and run Zhou Tian, which is the beginning of cultivation." ”

From the moment the old beggar spoke, the frivolity and laziness on Duan Mo's face disappeared in an instant, and he listened extremely intently, he muttered for a while, and said: "I know this, this is the foundation building at the beginning, the spiritual power is heavy to ninefold, condense nine spiritual power qi masses, and turn into a spiritual core, I can now step into the spiritual core realm." ”

Inside Duan Mo's dantian, there was an irregular nucleus-like object that was spinning and rotating, which contained spiritual power, which was the spiritual core of a cultivator.

The old beggar raised his head, looked at Duan Mo with a pair of hazy drunken eyes, was silent for a moment, then exhaled, and said slowly: "There are two cultivation methods after the spirit core realm, filling the spirit core, smoothing the edges and corners, and creating a spirit baby. ”

"Two? Aren't all cultivators cultivating like this, I heard my father say that the spirit core is turned into a spirit baby, stepping into the spirit baby realm, and then the spirit baby is scattered all over the body, the spirit power is invisible, stepping into the spirit ancient realm, and achieving great power. ”

Duan Mo was stunned for a moment, and immediately asked.

The path of cultivation, the spirit core realm, the spirit infant realm, and then the high spirit ancient realm, also known as the spiritual power, when exerting spiritual power, it is formless and colorless, it can transform into rainbow light, and the strength is strong, and it is the Lingyuan realm that is rare to see in a hundred years in the Starfall Empire, these people are called spiritual power giants, their strength is unpredictable, they are giants, no one can compare.

In today's empire, how can there be any spiritual yuan realm, that is, a spiritual power giant, a high-level spiritual power can dominate one side, such as in the north, the Dongfang family has a high-level spiritual power Dongfang Xiong dominates the north, and is the Taishan Beidou in the cultivation world.

The old beggar ignored Duan Mo and said to himself, his voice was flat, and even a little indifferent: "The second is the nine-nucleated baby, the nine babies have entered the great power, stepped into the giant, and the past and the present." ”

Duan Mo was stunned, his eyes full of confusion.

Under the firelight, the old beggar looked at the wine jar in his hand, and after a moment he put the wine jar on the ground, picked up the branch on the side, and said, "You give me wine to drink, and I will return your creation." ”

The branches danced on the ground, and nine crudely angular circles appeared on the ground, and the old beggar branch circled all the angular circles, and drew an arrow, where a few strokes outlined the outline of a small man.

After doing all this, the old beggar drank all the bad wine in the jar, fell asleep, and the smell of wine was permeating, and he seemed to be muttering, "It is better to be prosperous and rich...... A jug of wine. ”

Duan Mo stared silently at the scribbled pattern on the ground, thinking hard in his mind but without the slightest clue, he took a deep breath and looked at the old beggar with a complicated look.

He didn't know what the identity of the old beggar was, he met him by accident five years ago, when the old beggar was even more depressed than now, in order to steal a jar of cheap bad wine to drink, he was beaten alive by the owner of the wine cellar hundreds of sticks, his skin was open and his bones were broken, even if he was beaten like this, he still refused to give up the bad wine in his arms, and he poured a few sips from time to time on the way to be beaten.

Duan Mo was coming out of the Qinglou at that time, and when he saw the old beggar, his heart softened, and he waved away the cellar master casually, and then squatted down and took out a handful of gold coins and stuffed them into the palm of the old beggar's hand, to be honest, he was just happy that day, and he did a little good deed casually, however, three days later, outside the city, he suddenly had an opportunity to break through, hiding in the carriage and impacting the spiritual power of the sixfold.

In order to reach the sixth level of spiritual power, it is necessary to initially condense the prototype of the spiritual core, Duan Mo's forehead was sweating in a hurry, but he couldn't condense it, just when he was about to fail, a vague drunken sound sounded, Duan Mo didn't hear what he said at all, but his heart was shocked, and the spiritual power in his body naturally condensed into a prototype.

He rushed out of the carriage at that time, searched for a long time nearby, and finally saw the old beggar who was cowering in the grass and drunk like mud.

It's been five years, the old beggar has never agreed, Duan Mo knows the mystery of the person in front of him, so he doesn't hesitate to keep the old beggar by his side, and treats him as a guest every day.

The deeper the contact, the more he discovered the mystery of the old beggar, he had the means to make Duan Mo unheard of, Duan Mo faintly understood that the old beggar had an amazing background, but he didn't understand why the old beggar was drunk every day, and even said that he was drunk, whether he relied on alcohol to numb himself or how, the old beggar himself did not open his mouth for a day, no one could get it.

"Nine nuclear infants, nine infants into the powerful ......"

Duan Mo looked at the scribbled patterns on the ground and muttered, puzzled, and the bonfire rose, reflecting Duan Mo's frowning and delicate face.

The moon in the sky turned into the sun, then the moon, and then the blazing sun, time flew by, Duan Mo and the old beggar walked on the plain, since that night, Duan Mo thought about those sketches and that sentence all the time in his mind, as if the demon was stunned, the old beggar was still as bad as ever, drunk and dreaming of death.

Suddenly the sound of horses' hooves sounded behind him, the ground trembled slightly, and seven or eight tall horses galloped in, and immediately sat a shirtless, scarred gangster.

"Hey, good dog doesn't get in the way, get out of the way!"

"Get out of here! Die far away! ”

From afar, the sound of scolding came, but Duan Mo was still immersed in thoughts, after a long journey, he was already dirty and dusty, not to mention the old beggar who was already dirty and messy, the appearance of the two of them was undoubtedly a big and a small beggar in the eyes of others, and these arrogant gangsters were even more unceremoniously scolded.

The horses were getting closer and closer, they didn't mean to stop, some people still had this excitement on their faces, the horses just hit the two of them, and finally, when they were about to crash into it, the old beggar tilted his body and hit Duan Mo, and the two rolled down to the ground on the side together.

Finally, the big man on the horse glanced at the two who rolled to the side of the road, sneered, shook the long whip in his hand violently, and the second snap echoed, and then the group laughed and left, galloping towards the city in front of them.

Duan Mo lay on the old beggar's body, then slowly got up, glanced at the departing horses, glanced at his arms, two bright red whip marks were clearly visible, the whip marks became bruised at an extremely fast speed, and the hot throbbing pain made Duan Mo grin slightly.

Duan Mo was awakened when he rolled to the ground, and when he woke up, he saw that the sudden whip subconsciously blocked in front of the old beggar, and was thrown twice by the whip.

The old beggar patted the dirt on his body without sorrow or joy, and the wine jar had been smashed when it fell aside, and the wine was quickly absorbed by the soil and moistened.

Duan Mo handed over a jar of bad wine again, then flicked his arm and walked towards the city in front of him, grinning, the corners of his mouth had a hint of curvature.

He always thought that he was already a good hand at bullying people, but he didn't expect to meet even more outrageous, so he didn't have to pay for his life if he hit someone like this?

has already rolled to the ground and even has to make up for the second whip, Zhang Yang left.

"Old beggar, let's go."

Duan Mo stroked the bronze ring in his hand, and slowly walked towards the city in front of him, the city called Qingshui City, in that city, there was a little girl he had said he wanted to marry when he was a child.

Now, there's an extra bunch of idiots.

"Compared with Young Master Ben, I can't kill you!"

The curvature of the corners of Duan Mo's mouth was a little cold.