Yin Ming smiled indifferently and said, "Don't talk about things, kindness is the heart." ”

Sun Xing sighed and said, "But I said that Nie Zhongping, I didn't expect him to have greatly increased his skills in the past two years, I feel strange no matter how I think about it." ”

Yin Mingqi said: "I have never heard of the realm of the Martial Sect, which is already the limit of humanity. ”

"One level higher, it is a congenital strong person who can be called a saint. ”

"Then Nie Zhongping, presumably not a martial saint?"

Sun Xing said: "Oh, you said the realm, that's right. ”

"However, between the Martial Sect and the Innate Martial Saint, there is still a kind of strength that crushes the Martial Sect, but it cannot reach the existence of the Innate Martial Saint. ”

This is the first time Yin Ming has heard of this kind of thing, so he nodded and said, "I would like to hear about it." ”

Sun Xing said: "Provincial government, you also know that the strength of the demon clan is extremely strong. ”

"A big demon can slaughter the Martial Sect of the Human Race, and few Martial Sects can resist. ”

Yin Ming nodded, he did know this.

When he went to work, he encountered a black fish demon, terrifying, obviously more than ordinary martial arts powerhouses.

Sun Xing said: "The big demon is so strong, in fact, there is a reason. ”

"In the ancient land where the demon clan lives, there are many natural treasures, and there is even innate spirit grass among them. ”

"The offspring differentiated from the innate spirit grass, basically within twenty generations, can be called pseudo-congenital. ”

"The big demon devoured a large amount of pseudo-innate spirit grass, and then devoured the human race's condensed essence blood, and his strength would be able to go further. ”

Yin Ming nodded, this kind of secret news, there are really few people in the mainland.

Yin Ming asked again: "In this way, the martial arts powerhouses of the human race, because they don't have these natural treasures, their strength is a little lower?"

Sun Xing nodded with a wry smile, and said, "However, there are people who can take a key step. ”

"Some martial arts sects are lucky, get treasures, and their strength has increased greatly. ”

"There are also martial arts sects who are gifted, and they can go to the next level with their own cultivation. ”

"For a martial sect of this strength, it can be called a great grandmaster. ”

Grand Master!

Hearing this name, Yin Ming showed a thoughtful look.

In this way, Nie Zhongping should be a great grandmaster!

Sun Xing said: "If you reach the realm of a great grandmaster by your own cultivation, you will be stronger than the great grandmaster and the great demon who devour treasures. ”

"There are very few such great masters, but each of them is humane and invincible, and they are the killers of demons. ”

As he spoke, there was a hint of yearning on his face.

Although he had cultivated to the Martial Sect, he had already overdrawn his life potential, and it was impossible for him to go any further.

Sun Xing looked at Yin Ming with a sincere look.

He said seriously: "Yin Ming Provincial Government, I can see that you are not an ordinary person. ”

"My son is too weak. ”

"I'm ashamed to say that I can't do anything about him, and I'm even desperate. ”

"Thanks to your guidance, he was reborn. ”

Although the old man never said it, he was very grateful in his heart. ”

No wonder he took the risk that day, it turned out that he consciously accepted Yin Ming's great favor.

On the side, Sun Minggong showed a hint of embarrassment.

Sun Xing suddenly said: "Provincial Government, although it seems that there is something behind you, which can even make Nie Zhongping jealous, you still have to be careful." ”

"Nie Zhongping, this person, a little weird, a little weird......"

He didn't go on, because he had a guess in his heart, and that guess was amazing!

How did Nie Zhongping cultivate to become a great grandmaster?

If he cultivated it himself, then his strength would be extremely terrifying.

If he swallowed some heavenly and earthly treasures, then the source of this heavenly and earthly treasures would be very intriguing......

Yin Ming's eyes looked into the distance, as if he was thinking about something.

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Time flies, and soon half a month passes.

During this time, the people of the city were busy.

Young people and children all read a copy of Mencius together, wanting to learn Wendao from the provincial government.

Although few people understand what Wendao is, that kind of power attracts everyone.

The most important thing is that the cost of learning Wendao is very low.

The provincial government government let out the words, as long as you offer the "bundle" as a meeting gift, you can study with the provincial government.

And the so-called bundle is only ten strips of dried meat.

Compared with the martial arts apprenticeship, the countless thresholds of gold, silver and jade at every turn, it is really nothing.

In the city of Fengxi, an atmosphere of learning literature was faintly set off.

In the end, Yang Ziming and others elected the first batch of disciples, a total of 300 people.

Half a month later, the West City was closed and the garden was deserted.

It was a deserted garden, and its original owner was a trader.

Later, the merchant was killed by the demon clan, and the garden was confiscated and belonged to the provincial government.

Yin Ming is very satisfied with this garden, although the building is a little old, but the area is vast, the trees are lush, and it is a good place to teach.

In the garden, Yin Ming planted a cypress tree with his own hands.

Although it has yet to grow, it is already quite tall and straight.

Its momentum is gratifying, just like the Wendao that is about to be established.

In front of the tree, there is a stone altar made of bluestone.

There are four apricot trees planted around the stone altar.

Yin Ming thought about it for a long time, and finally wrote the word "apricot altar" in front of the altar.

Yin Ming sat on the apricot altar, and there were three hundred people sitting in a row under the altar.

These 300 people are people of good character and intelligent thinking selected from Fengxi.

There were three hundred people in front of them, and they were writing in chalk, copying something.

Most of the 300 newcomers have no background in literature.

Yin Ming passed on a thousand-character essay and asked Yang Ziming to teach them.

Yang Ziming has been studying literature for a long time, and he has learned a lot by Yin Ming's side, and his accumulation has become more and more profound.

It is not a problem to teach these beginner literati.

Yin Ming focused on the more than 20 literati who had come to listen to his lectures a long time ago.

These twenty people are all real literati, and in this kind of martial world, they can still devote themselves to the study of literature.

In front of Yin Ming's desk were the scriptures written and the manuscripts that were being written, which were the founding sects of the future Wenzong.

Yin Ming said: "Everyone, I have a question, I want to hear your opinions. ”

More than 20 people were silent, waiting for Yin Ming's questioning.

Yin Ming asked: "Since ancient times, Wu Sheng has declined, why not?"

Liu Ji was straightforward, and said: "Master, that's not simple, because the text is profound and difficult to understand, and ordinary people can understand it." ”

"Martial arts is the business of the nouveau riche, as long as you have money and talent in martial arts, anyone can cultivate. ”

Someone else stood up and said, "What Senior Brother Liu said is not true. ”

"Actually, martial arts cultivation is more difficult than literary path cultivation. ”

As the Master said, learning the Tao of Literature and Taoism is all you need to have a book in hand. ”

"However, if you want to practice martial arts, you must have a lot of wealth and resources, and you have strict requirements for bloodline and talent. ”

This person's name is Huang Yafu, who has been studious since childhood, cautious and insightful.

Liu Ji groaned: "It makes sense to say this. ”