In the Mo family's alchemy room, Mo Laozu refined another furnace of elixir. This furnace pill is just for replenishing qi in the early stage of qi refining, and the refining is simple, while refining the pill, Mo Laozu explained some common sense in pharmacology and alchemy to Li Wuwu.

Li Wuwu listened carefully, and asked some questions from time to time, and Old Ancestor Mo answered them one by one.

After the refining of a furnace of pills was completed, Old Ancestor Mo left, leaving Li Wuwu to follow others in the pill room to familiarize themselves with the medicinal materials.

These herbs are treated differently according to their different medicinal properties, some need to be soaked, some need to be sliced, and so on.

In this way, Li Wuwu is either soaked in or in the Dan room every day, and he only feels that his cultivation path is wonderful and abnormal.

It wasn't until a few days later that when he returned from the end of his life, he was blocked at the door of the small courtyard by the Mo family brothers full of annoyance.

"Brother Li, it is said that I shouldn't bother you, but let's say okay, this Fu matter is related to Dabi, and I can't be in a hurry. ”

Mo Chongxiao said a little helplessly, he really looked at Li Wuwu in the past few days, and he was afraid that he had forgotten about the drawing talisman.

Sure enough, when Li Wuwu heard this, he showed an embarrassed face, and said apologetically: "Don't blame the eldest prince, I have put this matter aside these days, but please rest assured, I will not miss the matter of Dabi." ”

Mo Chongxiao coped with the past, and he also had Mo Chongge, who was full of resentment.

"Familiar with swordsmanship?"

"It's cooked. ”

"What about practice?"

Mo Chongge didn't talk nonsense when he heard this, retreated to the middle of the courtyard in a few steps, stretched out his hand and pulled out his long sword, picking, stabbing, slashing, splitting, and cutting, every move was clean and neat, without dragging mud and water.

Mo Chongxiao had never seen the swordsmanship he had practiced, and when he saw it at this time, he was surprised, he didn't expect him to have such solid swordsmanship.

After a trip to the swordsmanship, Mo Chongge's face was not red or panting, and he hugged his fists and said, "Master Li, is it feasible?"

Li Wuwu nodded and said, "It's okay, come tomorrow morning, and I will pass on the "Thirteen Swords of Overcoming Thorns" to you." ”

"Thank you, Master Li. ”

"Then Brother Li, I'll wait for Jiayin. ”

The Mo brothers had their own arguments and took their leave.

Back in the house, Li Wuwu thought back and found that he was indeed a little addicted to the path of cultivation, which was said to be a good thing, but it was not a good thing for him.

Cultivation requires extensive knowledge and rich cultivation experience, and it is not possible to go far by just reading and observing books by oneself without practicing and realizing.

After sitting down, he first took what was done today, as is customary

Recall the alchemy of touch and summarize the experience.

Then, he organized his thoughts and sorted and summarized the books he had seen that were useful for future needs.

It was almost two hours after this, and it was already nightfall, before he spread out the rune paper and quickly drew dozens of talismans of various levels.

As he saw more books, the types of symbols he drew became more diverse. Although there are not many high-level symbols, there are some beginner and middle-level symbols with various functions. Basically, if you recall it, you can draw it.

However, he knew that what the Mo family wanted was not these talismans, but the vajra talismans that he had mastered from the beginning.

By the time the talisman was drawn, it was already deep in the night. He put away the rune paper, spread out the white paper again, and silently revealed the "Thirteen Swords".

In fact, he was still lazy, in order to save the time of teaching Mo Chongge, he wrote down this swordsmanship according to his own understanding and deduction, with his mind as the source and pen and ink as the guide.

When the swordsmanship was drawn, for a while, there was a sound of sword roaring in the room, and on the thin roll of paper, there was actually sword qi permeating, as if it was about to break through the shackles at any time.

Now this piece of paper can be called a "sword diagram"!

However, Li Wuwu didn't care about this kind of low-level swordsmanship, he only stretched out his hand and put it on top of the case.

At this time, he straightened his clothes, sat down cross-legged, and slowly breathed into meditation.

As he entered the meditation, the spiritual power in the meridians slowly surged, but it seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, and he couldn't run wantonly.

And in his body, the qi and blood are also growing slowly, but compared to the surging spiritual power, it is still far behind.

Li Wuwu didn't know, in fact, the fastest growing thing in his body was his own divine thoughts, which were increasing almost all the time, but he didn't know the standard of divine thoughts, and he didn't even know his own realm, and secondly, his divine thoughts seemed to have been consuming at a high speed, but he didn't know where they went.

Fortunately, the tantric method passed down in his family can always have an effect on the growth of his divine thoughts, so that his divine thoughts can be balanced and there will be no sense of decay.

After such a night, when the morning sun first rose, he only felt full of energy, spiritual power, and thoughts.

When he finished washing up and picked up the scroll of "Sword Diagram" and went out, Mo Chongge was already waiting outside the door.

"After breakfast?" Li Wuwu joked when he saw that he was so persistent.

"I've eaten, Master Li, please. Mo Chongge was a little disappointed, thinking that Li Wuwu would come to teach him swordsmanship.

"Na, then," Li Wuwu threw the sword diagram in his hand to him and said: "This is my silent record of "Thirteen Swords", and there are a few tricks added later, you can practice by yourself first." ”

Mo Chongge stretched out his hand to take it, and subconsciously asked, "If there is something I don't understand, I ...... it."

Li Wuwu waved his hand and said, "You still have to ask me for such a simple entry to the sword technique? Don't you have a predecessor in the Mo family who practiced swords?"

As he spoke, he went out. He was also very busy, and he had to go to the Dan Room after breakfast, and he wanted to try refining a furnace of pills by himself today.

Leaving Mo Chongge, he looked at the scroll in his hand in confusion.

Gently spread out the scroll, but as soon as it was opened, the sword qi that entered the eyes filled Mo Chongge's eyes with tears.

With a "swish", he closed the scroll in his hand, only to feel his heart pounding.

Originally, he was still slandering Li Wuwu perfunctory, but this scroll is difficult for him to look at, I'm afraid it's a great baby!

Thinking of this, he picked up his long sword and ran to the back house.

Among the elders of the family, there are many who practice swords, but only the fifth uncle is really outstanding.

"Chongge, didn't you worship the master of the sword as a master? Why do you have time to come to me, it won't be that you have learned some great swordsmanship, and you want to open the eyes of the fifth uncle, right?"

The Fifth Uncle, who was practicing swords in the courtyard, saw Mo Chongge rushing in and quipped.

He was in charge of the family's intelligence, but he knew that Li Wuwu didn't seem to have handed over the Mo Chongge Sword Technique.

"Fifth Uncle Ancestor, come and see this. Mo Chongge didn't have the leisure to joke with him, so he hurriedly handed him the sword diagram.

"Your master gave it to you?" the fifth uncle ancestor's face became serious, and he shouted sharply: "Have you forgotten the rules?

"No, no. Mo Chongge hurriedly explained: "Master Li said that this is his re-copied "Thirteen Swords", and he also made up a few tricks, and said that if I don't understand something, I can come and ask the Mo family. ”

Hearing this, the Fifth Uncle Ancestor's face softened, and he said curiously: "Thirteen Swords, that's just a low-level swordsmanship, what's there to practice?"

As he spoke, he reached out and took the scroll and slowly opened it.

"Uncle be careful, this scroll is strange. Mo Chongge reminded beside him.

The Fifth Uncle Ancestor had already unfolded the scroll a little, and a dazzling sword aura rushed out of the paper.

He closed the scroll and ran.

"I'll go see the ancestor, you go and call your ninth uncle ancestor!"