By the time Mo Yuwen came back to his senses, the surrounding scenery had changed dramatically: "Didn't I read the book that my predecessor gave me just now?" How did you get here all of a sudden? What about their predecessors? Could it be that the old man plotted against him? Oh no, I'll have to find them quickly! ”

However, at this time, he realized that he couldn't speak, his eyes couldn't turn, and he couldn't even notice his hands and feet, Mo Yuwen didn't panic too much, but was more worried about the old man: "The heroic and awe-inspiring temper of the predecessor will be bad if it is really plotted, and it will be yin until death." ”

He has experienced so many years of wandering in the rivers and lakes, and he has seen a lot of this kind of thing, and even participated in a few cases more or less, so he still knows very well about the methods of these flies and dogs, and if he wants to plot a strong person, as long as he is well prepared, even if he is extremely strong, there is a precedent for being killed by a weak woman, so Mo Yuwen can't help but worry.

But he found that he didn't need to snack on the old man, and it was he who had to worry about himself, because, it seems, like, probably he went to another world. Because there would never be such a thing as a Qi God in their world, looking at the Qi God who came out of adults one by one, holding various weapons such as swords, guns, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, etc., standing behind them like ghosts, Mo Yuwen felt that his three views had been destroyed.

"Today, what we want to teach you is the key to concentrating, first of all, you need to have enough knowledge and a strong physique, the spirit is the core of the Qi God and the body is the source of the power of the Qi God, the strong spirit can be sublimated through learning, after these two conditions are met, you can start to concentrate, keep the mind in the heart, not confined to external objects, blood and qi converge in the chest and abdomen, and the intention is to blend and accumulate qi and blood, when you can no longer bear it, the qi and blood gushes out along the weak points of the whole body, the Qi hole is opened, and the Qi God is formed." The man who looked like the head of the sect taught a group of teenagers how to practice: "Now is an eventful autumn, foreign enemies are invading, the country is tired, and you need to defend your family and defend the country in the future, and revive the majesty of our Yan Dynasty!" ”

How could a group of teenagers below hear this, one by one, their blood was boiling, and they couldn't wait to go to the battlefield immediately to "eat the meat of the captives and drink the blood of the Huns." Only one teenager watched all this calmly, and the head of the sect saw the calm young man's heart and said, "That's Junshi?" The son of the county order family is really different. ”

Mo Yuwen also discovered that unusual teenager, he found himself in a very special state, although he couldn't move, speak, or turn his eyes, he could see things, blink his eyes and hear sounds, as if he had become a ghost.

Junshi, who was stared at by Mo Yuwen, seemed to notice something, and looked back at Mo Yuwen's gaze, but there were no living creatures there.

Time passed bit by bit, and those boiling blood were gradually worn out by hard exercise, and many children gave up, not only to study hard but also to exercise every day, which is not at all a child's ability to stick to the level of training, for those adults who already have Qi God, it is also very difficult to train.

But the young man called Junshi persevered, showing the courage and perseverance and wisdom that were not at all like a teenager, and even the head of the sect praised him in front of others more than once, and he just smiled indifferently.

And Mo Yuwen's heart was tormented, after all, he had been sitting motionless for several years, except for those eminent monks, there were really few people, especially when he was able to perceive the outside world, and his inner torment was exponentially enhanced.

The boy named Junshi has reached the critical point where he is about to condense the Qi God, but for some reason he always fails, so the prodigy fell, and the news of everyone has been spreading, Junshi's friends have been defending him but to no avail, and the ridicule and pranks of other teenagers are still endless, although he can't come directly to Junshi, who is the son of the county commander, but starting from his followers can also lose his face.

But Junshi ignored everything and still studied hard and exercised hard, in the eyes of outsiders, it seemed that he was fighting against the unfair God in this way, just when Mo Yuwen was bored and wanted to die, he had already begun to count ants to play and establish an ant martial arts alliance, and those things that should come came came after all.

It was a clear day, a sunny afternoon, after a morning of exercise, Junshi was studying the classics of the sages in the school, when a panicked shout came from the training ground outside the house: "Oh no! Someone's killed! Go and call the head of the sect to save people! Hearing that something was wrong, Junshi frowned, put down the book in his hand and rushed out of the school, looking at the panicked teenagers and shouting to calm everyone down, otherwise he couldn't even ask what happened, and then found his familiar friend and asked, "What happened?" ”

"Zhong Ming fell into the water!" The person who was asked hurriedly replied.

"What are you kidding, there is no pool in the yard......" said Junshi remembered something, his pupils shrank sharply and looked at the center of the training ground, where there was a rockery that was not low, and a huge water tank was placed under the mountain! And because of the rain tank a few days ago, the water in the tank was already full, and Zhong Ming couldn't swim! Jun Shi stared viciously at the teenagers who looked weak at a glance with their heads down, and rushed towards the water tank.

The young men muttered a few words: "That water tank was given by the king himself, we can't break it, let's wait for the head of the sect to come, and destroying the imperial gift is a serious crime, and it will be distributed." ”

Junshi replied coldly: "So what? Are you like you, who have nothing to do but are indifferent to the pleas for help of others? What is the purpose of your martial arts practice? You know, it's your fault! ”

Stroking the water tank, feeling the outer wall that was constantly trembling because of the struggle, Junshi breathed a sigh of relief, it was not too late, and then said loudly: "Actually, I have been very confused in the past, what can I do after having power, why do I have power?" Whether it is in the records of the sages or in the stories of others, it seems that the power has always existed in the form of a flood beast, full of destruction and destruction tendencies, so I have been resisting it, and today, at this moment, I finally understand! It turns out that power is not only used to destroy, but also to save and redeem, this is the power I should pursue! Open it for me! ”

With Jun Shi's loud shout, a huge momentum rushed out from above his head, forming a general wearing a golden fish scale armor and wearing a mask of half evil ghost and half compassion. Junshi sat on the horse with a deep waist, exhaled and shouted: "Break it for me!" The light gathered in the fist of the god and slammed towards the water tank.

"Don't!" Mo Yuwen was about to cry, he didn't know what he was like until now, it turned out that he had turned into a water tank, and it was just a little boy who entered his body and stirred it around ♂, but he was about to face the existential crisis of being broken ♂: "Is this the end of my miserable life?" My chivalrous dreams? Is that the end of it? No, I'm not going to throw in the towel! Mo Yuwen burned an unprecedented fighting spirit, but it was useless, after all, he was just a tank now, although he could support a fine tank, but he was not a gourd baby, so it was useless to burn his fighting spirit, but because his fighting spirit was exhilarating when he came into contact with Qi Shen, he felt it more intensely.

With a loud bang, Mo Yuwen clearly experienced the feeling of comminuted fracture of the whole body, and it can really be said that it was painful. But at the same time of this pain, he also obtained something else, of course, it was not that he awakened some strange hobby, but like the negative distance contact with the spar, he fully realized the will and power contained in Junshi's fist: swinging his fist for salvation, and becoming stronger by guarding.

"Do you understand?" The general, who was wearing a golden fish scale armor and a half-demon and half-mercy mask, stood in front of Mo Yuwen who was lying on the ground with his hands in his hands and asked aloud.

"Well, I can see it clearly." Mo Yuwen replied calmly while lying on the ground.

"Then remember it, don't throw it away, and pass it on!" General Jin Jia turned and walked away, farther and farther away, and finally disappeared from Mo Yuwen's field of vision.

When he opened his eyes again, Mo Yuwen found himself standing on the bed with an open golden book and jade book, his mouth was wide open, and the corners of his mouth were salivating, like a mentally retarded, and the open part of the book was written with five golden characters "Sima Guang Smashing the Cylinder".