Hearing the apprentice's words, Master Mingzong seemed very happy: "So you found the wood spirit?"

"Well, it's a pale green mist. Zheng Qiu scratched his head and recalled the details he had just seen, "I was discovered by it before I even touched it, it ran so fast that it couldn't keep up." ”

Master Ming Zong grabbed the pen and paper, excitedly recorded what the apprentice said, and after memorizing, he read the content analysis on the paper.

"Actually running away on his own, and running so fast, it seems that the wood spirit is more active than before. Well...... If you can't catch it all the time, you have to think of a way. ”

Zheng Qiu thought for a while and asked, "Master, I saw that my meridians were so blurry just now, I couldn't see it clearly, could it be the reason why I couldn't grasp it?"

"This is the first time you have entered a state of self-reflection, and if you can see the meridians, it means that you still have cultivation and understanding, and the higher your cultivation level in the future, the clearer this self-examination will be. ”

After speaking, Master Ming Zong said that today's class was over, and asked Zheng Qiu to return to Fangcao Pavilion, while he himself flipped through the books and searched for classics, thinking about ways to catch the "wood spirit".

The next day, on the table in front of Zheng Qiu, two porcelain vases were placed. One of the porcelain vases had no smell, while the other constantly emitted the smell of fishy sweat. Master Ming Zong told him that the tasteless porcelain bottle was filled with air-locking condensation, and the flavored porcelain bottle was filled with the grass juice of bitter orchid.

According to the master's idea, the locking qi condensation has a miraculous effect on blocking the qi, and since this "wood spirit" travels through the meridians in the way of qi, the locking qi condensation is useful. Zheng Qiu first drank a drop of Qi Lock Condensation, and then drank a drop of Bitter Orchid to activate the medicinal effect of Qi Lock Condensation, which should be able to lock the "Wood Spirit".

According to the master's request, Zheng Qiu drank the grass juice of the lock gas condensation and bitter orchid, closed his eyes and recited the words to meditate. This time the meditation was faster than the first time, and after Zheng Qiu entered a state of introspection, he looked around for the wood spirit hidden in his body.

After about two hours, Zheng Qiu's body began to shake again, and soon he was out of his state of introspection, with a depressed expression on his face.

"Master, I still haven't caught it!"

Master Mingzong drank the tea slowly, not in a hurry at all, he swept his eyes to the porcelain bottle on the table and said, "It's okay, you rest first, and drink two drops next time." If two drops don't work, add more. ”

Master Mingzong clearly remembered that in the cave, the "Wood Spirit" pushed out the energy he had probed into Zheng Qiu's meridians, but after the jack came out, the "Wood Spirit" immediately hid back, obviously having no spare strength.

At that time, he was using the cultivation of the Qi Condensation Realm, so the "Wood Spirit" power on Zheng Qiu's body definitely could not reach the level of the Qi Hua Realm. Now there is a full bottle of lock qi condensation here, and he can't carry it in the five qi realms, so he doesn't believe that this "wood spirit" can still turn the sky.

Every time Zheng Qiu failed, he drank an extra drop of Qi Lock Condensation, three, four, and five drops...... By the time he drank the twelve drops, the "Wood Spirit" finally didn't move.

It floated silently in the meridians at the shoulder, winding into a spiral, similar to the shape Zheng Qiu had seen for the first time.

Zheng Qiu moved his gaze and slowly approached the wisp of mist, the mist grew larger and larger in his field of vision, and a clear sense of contact suddenly came. In the introspective state, what I see is inside the body, and the hands are obviously outside the body, where does this sense of contact come from?

Zheng Qiu couldn't say why, but he didn't have time to think about these strange questions, he had to catch this "wood spirit". Catch, catch! The word kept on and over in his head, and soon the sense of contact changed, and it became a feeling of grasping on cotton.

Zheng Qiu's intuition told him to catch it!

Master Mingzong told him that the next step is particularly crucial, which is to subdue the "Wood Spirit" and make it obedient.

Submission, this is a method for cultivators to capture wild beasts and snatch other people's magic weapons and weapons, it is not difficult to say, it is not easy to say. In essence, it is to suppress the spirit of the subject of submission with one's own spirit, and force the subject of submission to obey orders.

In the process of surrendering, the cultivator's spirit must be highly concentrated, and if he is distracted, he will fail to surrender at least or be eaten by the subject of surrender, resulting in intellectual damage.

Therefore, after catching a beast or snatching a magic weapon, the cultivator will choose a safe and secluded place to submit, and will never do it on the spot.

Submission also pays attention to skills, and the major sects have their own formulas and secret methods, and even people in different realms have different ways of surrendering.

As for Zheng Qiu, Master Ming Zong told him that as long as he kept shouting to the "wood spirit" in his heart, "You are mine, listen to my orders". The key is that Zheng Qiu himself must take this sentence as true, so that he can concentrate on it and have an effect.

"Listen to me...... Listen to my orders......" Zheng Qiu stared at the pale green mist in front of him, and kept shouting in his heart. With the shouting in his heart, his spirit rushed to the "Wood Spirit" like a wave, and each wave carried Zheng Qiu's thoughts, trying to infiltrate into the inner layer of the mist.

Keep shouting, keep shouting, the fog is like a boulder in the middle of the river, not moving. You can't give up at this time, and giving up is tantamount to starting from scratch.

Zheng Qiu struggled to concentrate, put all his thoughts on the mist in front of him, shouted, shouted and shouted, only himself and this wisp of fog were left in his world.

Slowly, he forgot about himself, and the fog in front of him seemed to be himself, and he should have melted into the fog himself.

The pale green mist gradually filled, obscuring his vision, and he felt more comfortable and relaxed than he had ever felt before. The wave of shouting also disappeared, and sleepiness enveloped him, and sleeping here should be the happiest thing.

Master Ming Zong kept paying attention to Zheng Qiu, and Zheng Qiu shook it, which was a sign that he had found the "Wood Spirit". Then the shaking stopped, and Zheng Qiu did not wake up from the state of self-reflection, which means that the "Wood Spirit" has been caught, and the process of submission is followed.

Beads of sweat came out of Zheng Qiu's forehead one by one, flowing down the bridge of his nose and cheeks, and Master Mingzong knew that this was the apprentice concentrating on suppressing the "wood spirit".

Time goes by, the sun sets, the moon shines on the earth, the moon disappears into the mountains, and the sun rises again. Zheng Qiu was still sitting cross-legged, his clothes were wet as if they had been fished out of the river, and beads of sweat were still pouring out of his forehead.

Master Mingzong was a little anxious, his hand touched his beard for a while and pulled his hair for a while, it had been a night, why hadn't there been any movement.

At this moment, he found that the apprentice had a relieved smile on his face, and he succeeded!

No, that's not right! Ming Zong's hand that was about to serve the water cup froze in mid-air, this smile was abnormal, and it tasted stupid. He hurriedly rushed to Zheng Qiu, opened his eyelids and checked, oh no, the brilliance in his pupils was scattered, this was a phenomenon of spirit being eaten back.

Master Mingzong hurriedly exercised, and in an instant, his eyes flashed fluorescent, it was not enough, he continued to improve his skills, and his eyebrows lit up with earthy yellow spots.

Then, he stretched out his fingers, tapped the light spot in the center of his eyebrows, tapped his throat, and then urged his strength to burst out: "Zheng Qiu, wake up!"

A cloud of brilliance mixed with sound spit out of his mouth, and the brilliance did not spread, but continued to shrink and condense, converging into a dazzling earthy yellow light filament, which pierced straight into Zheng Qiu's eyebrows