When he got home, Shen Mu hurriedly finished lunch and went back to his room. Shen Zicheng shared Shen Mu's awakening deeds with Uncle Li and Xiao Wang in the shop, while Chen Wan listened quietly on the side, but she couldn't hide the joy in her heart.

in the room. Shen Mu sat directly on the bed when he entered the room, and couldn't wait to open the booklet given by Father Jiang, there was no handwriting on the red cover, but on the left side of the first page, there were three big characters written on it. On the right is the text, which is written concisely and clearly with two lines of words: "Calm the breath and concentrate the mind, hold the yuan and keep one, * accept the qi, it is forging the qi." ”

Shen Mu closed his eyes and tried a few times to feel drowsy. "No, didn't that make me sleep. He muttered to himself as he turned the next page. Looking at the content of the next page, Shen Mu was full of black lines, and then turned a few pages down, the original two lines of words on the first page were at least this general outline of the forging spirit, and the back was a detailed interpretation, and it was also equipped with annotations, which can be described as detailed and easy to understand. No wonder Father Jiang didn't explain anything, it turned out that it was all in the book, and he wouldn't be able to learn it again, unless he was illiterate.

After thinking about it, Shen Mu began to try to cultivate, sat cross-legged on the bed and closed his eyes, thinking about the contents of the book. In fact, the so-called forging qi is to swallow and breathe out the essence qi from the outside world, which is incorporated into the blood-colored qi cloud in the abdomen through the veins, and then returned to the veins by the blood-colored qi mass to lead to the whole body, forming a week. Every Sunday, the blood-colored air mass grows by one point, gradually increasing from the original soybean mass to a larger one. But this forging qi has no attack moves, so it must be a good foundation before entering the school. "Don't worry about it for now, wait until the evening to ask Daddy to see. Shen Mu felt the strange changes in his body, and he didn't think much about it anymore, and quietly cultivated.

Today's dinner was extraordinarily rich, and Shen Zicheng was not stingy, and even bought a wild boar to add to the meal. The wild boar is a common magical beast around Redwood Town, although the magical beast is not as aggressive and difficult to deal with as the demon beast, but the wild boar is naturally as powerful as a cow, don't look at its small one, once he finds out that you are attacking it, it will charge mercilessly, even if the warrior is not blessed with fighting energy, it will easily break a bone. A whole skinned wild boar at the butcher's shop can be sold for 5 gold coins, which is worth the income of his father's shop for 1 day.

Shen Mu had most of the wild boar alone, but he broke it, "Dad, why have you been stuck in a low-level martial artist and can't break through?" Shen Mu asked as he touched his stomach.

"Xiaomu, your father was injured when he was young, and I took care of him at that time. Chen Wan glanced at Shen Zicheng and continued, "Your father was a good hand in the mercenary world back then, and he was still a frequent visitor to the pharmacy. "Ah, what did the previous things mention about him," Shen Zicheng interjected, "Your father and I have fallen into a dark disease, and the fighting spirit in the body has gradually weakened, and now relying on daily cultivation, we can maintain the fighting spirit and become an ordinary person." If you have any confusion about cultivation, I can solve you a thing or two. ”

As soon as Shen Mu's eyes lit up when he heard this, he opened his mouth and said, "Dad, why didn't I know that you were injured, I thought that our family's bloodline was a low-level martial artist, so scared that I thought this life was over." ”

With a snap, Shen Mu slapped his head, "Speak well, you were also a low-level martial artist before, hey..."

"Oh, Dad, you're too light and heavy, the fighting spirit that I finally condensed was almost scattered by you, a martial artist," As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Mu's back neck was cold, and he vaguely felt bad, "snap".

"Dad, I was wrong, I just want to ask you what kind of exercises the old man is practicing, so that the child can inherit it. Shen Mu covered his head and asked weakly.

"As soon as I woke up, I was thinking about the exercises, and there was no way to do it. Shen Zicheng glanced at his son angrily, "Don't think about the exercises, it must be the same as yours, and yours is also a cultivator." ”

"No, Dad, you have cultivated to a martial artist with this low-level exercise that is not a thing, haven't you been to the academy?"

This time, without waiting for Shen Zicheng to answer, Chen Wan said: "Your father must not have been admitted to the academy at that time, otherwise how could he stay in this town as a mercenary, although the back is not bad." After speaking, she glanced at her husband gently.

It's still like this with an old husband and wife, and I'm still a child. Shen Mu looked at the love of his parents, and couldn't help but think in his heart.

"Indeed, at that time, almost everyone could awaken, but entering the academy required strict exams, we are not nobles, we can only practice and forge qi, it is difficult to win at the starting line, your grandfather is a soldier, and the exercises of cultivation are provided by the military, so naturally they cannot be passed on. But don't be discouraged, I have a set of low-level martial arts here, and it was also my mastery back then, although I can't use it now, but it's still more than wrong to teach you this kid. After speaking, Shen Zicheng took out a black martial arts book from his chest, and wanted to say that he had already prepared it for Shen Mu.

"This martial art is called drawing a sword and slashing, and ordinary martial artists can only use their weapons to swing their fighting energy to attack from a distance when they reach a high level, but with this martial art, middle-level martial artists can also briefly swing a meter or two of fighting energy to hurt the enemy. Shen Zicheng glanced at the book in his hand with a little nostalgia, and then handed it to his son, "Here, inherit it." ”

"Nothing else?" Shen Mu thought there was something else, and after taking it, he looked at his father again, but found that his father had no next move.

"What else?" Shen Zicheng was also stunned.

"Like family heirlooms, jade pendants, rings or something?"

"No, if anything, your grandfather didn't pass it on to me. ”

"Okay, then I'll go back to cultivating. Shen Mu was a little disappointed, turned around and went to his room.

"Why do I think this little cub is so underwhelming?" Shen Zicheng said after glancing at Chen Wan. Chen Wan just smiled and began to clean up the table.

Shen Mu, who returned to the room, was already studying the drawing of the sword and slashing, and after reading it carefully, he came to the conclusion that the mystery of this martial art is to control the fighting qi to move towards the arm in the meridians, and linger in the arm in a specific route, which is equivalent to a water pipe You hold it down for him, although there will still be a small amount of water flowing out, but the water flow will be pressurized and stagnant for a short time in the place where it is pressed. In terms of martial arts, it is to charge power, and when the weapon is used as a medium to release, those stranded fighting energy will burst out through the weapon, which has the effect of short-range attack.

Generally speaking, if you have not reached the advanced level, unless you have the blessing of a martial art similar to drawing a sword and slashing, the fighting spirit can only travel on all fours according to a specific route and cannot stay. However, after entering the high level, the martial artist can forcibly suppress the fighting qi in a certain part of the limbs for a short period of time through the strong fighting qi, so as to achieve the effect of bursting out of the body attack.

"It seems that martial arts are really a good thing, when my fighting spirit is stronger, I should be able to cultivate this sword slash, now the fighting energy in the body is running just a week, and there is no extra fighting energy for pulling out the sword and slashing to stay and break out." Shen Mu thought secretly, and crossed his legs on the bed and closed his eyes to cultivate the Cultivation Qi Absolute Being.

The next morning, Shen Mu opened his eyes, his face was slightly childish, but he also inherited his father's pair of sword eyebrows, which looked really extraordinary. He himself felt a little strange today, because he didn't sleep last night and didn't feel tired in the morning. It's not like I usually can't wake up until eight or nine o'clock. "Could it be that the vindictive spirit has changed his physique? Just as he was thinking about it, a murmuring voice suddenly appeared in his heart, which was not audible clearly, but it was real. Shen Mu was startled, and then remembered that this voice seemed to have appeared on the day of awakening, and a cold sweat suddenly broke out. When he tried to feel the voice, he couldn't hear it. Although I was puzzled in my heart, I couldn't help it, why bother people to say that maybe people thought they were sick, and they didn't think much about it.

"It's better to hurry up and eat a good meal and continue to cultivate, I can't wait to pull out the sword and cut it so strong." Shen Mu muttered to himself and ran out of the door.

For the next few days, that voice never appeared again, and Shen Mu also practiced until the tenth day before he began to practice drawing a sword and slashing under the guidance of his father. Wuji is indeed very strong, but it is also difficult to cultivate, there is no progress for a whole day, and he can't control his fighting spirit at all, and Shen Muzhi, who is angry, stomps his feet but can't do it.

"It is indeed not easy to practice martial arts for the first time, you need to rely on yourself to gradually adapt to the flow of muscles and veins of drawing a sword and slashing, when Lao Tzu got him, he was already a middle-level martial artist, and he mastered the skill of drawing a sword and slashing in only two days, and it is estimated that it will take a week for a low-level martial artist. Shen Zicheng said truthfully.

"Ah, isn't it time to sign up..."Shen Mu was a little regretful, he had heard these days that there would be an entrance exam for the first three days after the new students entered the college, mainly for class placement. If you have a skill, you will definitely be able to divide into a good class and get better resources.

"Let's practice well. If you are willing to work hard, it is the same to strive to get a good class before the next semester. Shen Zicheng said and left.

Shen Mu thought helplessly, it seems that it is better to go back to the room to cultivate the fighting spirit, and put aside the matter of drawing the sword and slashing for the time being. If the fighting spirit is stronger, maybe tomorrow the cultivation of martial arts will be a matter of course.

Early the next morning, Shen Mu opened his eyes and vaguely felt that something seemed to have happened last night, but he couldn't remember it, it seemed that the voice had appeared again.

"Why did I fall asleep while sitting? Haven't I been cultivating?" he closed his eyes again and felt the situation in his body, and suddenly fell out of bed in fright. What's going on, the blood-colored mist mass didn't increase overnight, not to mention, it also decreased by a small half, and the cultivation retreated to the realm of a week ago, which frightened Shen Mu. I went to my dad to ask about the situation.

"Xiao Mu, are you feeling the situation in your body and see if you have made a mistake?" Shen Zicheng was also a little anxious, the shop hadn't opened early in the morning, so there was bad news, how could Xiao Mu be regressed if he wasn't injured.

"I'll try again. Shen Mu immediately closed his eyes, and his mind probed into his body.

A blood-colored mist floated in the lower abdomen, it was indeed a lot smaller than yesterday, and it was affirmed that Xiu Wei had regressed, and when he was about to cry and withdraw from his mind, he suddenly found that there seemed to be something more in his body. Upon closer inspection, it was found that it was a white light cluster that had also appeared on the day of awakening, and this light cluster was significantly larger than the day of awakening. I don't know why.,After confirming the situation in my body, I quit my mind all over again.。

"Dad, the blood-colored mist in my body is indeed a little less, but there is one more thing, a small light cluster, which appeared with the blood nebula on the day of the last awakening, I didn't care about it and didn't tell everyone, this small light group has grown a lot by itself. ”

Li Zicheng was taken aback when he heard this, and after repeatedly confirming the situation of the mysterious light cluster with Shen Mu, he basically confirmed it, then closed the door and said with a serious face: "Xiao Mu, if I guess correctly, this white light cluster should be the magic core that absorbs and stores magic power, your magic core is white, that is the light element, and you are a light spirit." ”

Shen Mu was also shocked when he heard this. In fact, my father also heard about it when he was in the mercenary union before, after all, how rare the spirit is, the magic core of the spirit is actually called the demon group, and it must be advanced to the spirit master, and the demon group will really condense into the demon core. The blood-colored air mass of the martial artist is only a rudimentary form, and when the martial artist advances to the martial artist, this blood-colored air mass will condense into a blood crystal.

"Xiao Mu, you are a spirit and you must not tell anyone else, and neither can your mother, there has never been a person who awakens magic and fighting spirit at the same time for thousands of years, once you expose your own situation. There will inevitably be countless big forces to recruit you, but those who can't attract you, and those who can't get it will of course be erased. ”

"Dad, I know, I'll pay attention. "By the way, Dad, can you help me get an exercise for cultivating magic power, such as forging qi and absolute." ”

"I'll give you a way to figure it out today. Although there are few spirits, the exercises at this level are not even low-level, so it should not be difficult to receive. ”

"Dad, I'm going to cultivate. After saying that, the two of them went out of the room separately, in two directions.

Shen Mu still went to the backyard. Begin to practice drawing and slashing.

"Huh?" "Today, the meridians of the whole body are much more easily controlled than yesterday, and when I tried to make the fighting qi stay on my right arm, I succeeded in one attempt.

Don't worry about getting excited. Pick up a stick next to it. Close your eyes and concentrate, and slowly gather your fighting energy in your right hand. With more and more vindictive stagnants. About half a minute, when approaching the limit. "Draw your sword and slash!" with a loud roar. A blood-colored force was thrown out of the wooden stick, although it was less than 10 centimeters from the body. But presumably the reason why the vindictive spirit is too thin now. In vitro, it does not condense and disperse.

Two more contacts followed. Feeling that the fighting energy in his body was about to be exhausted, he had to stop, sat down on the spot and began to spit out and cultivate.

Before you know it, it's night. It was still Shen Mu who came back to wake him up. No less than 10 times today I have been contacted. The results are remarkable. I've been able to contact and cast two draws of the knife without losing my strength. The next step is to familiarize yourself with martial arts, after all, when you really fight, you will definitely die two or three times after half a minute.

"Xiao Mu, the Spirit Cultivator Technique got it for you. ”

"Dad, really? show me it. ”

"Keep it from being discovered by others, lest it be difficult to explain. ”

Shen Mu took over a bag of tight and solid small books, looked at his father's slightly tired face, and didn't know how much effort it took and what it took to get this precious exercise. He didn't ask anymore, but nodded vigorously.

"Dad, don't worry. "When a word is spoken, it represents everything.