Chapter 158: Little Fat Man's "Daughter-in-law"

However, the amount of energy consumed is also the same, like an equivalent exchange.

Now Ning Wutian didn't know the energy needed to really copy some precious things, and if he knew, he wouldn't be so optimistic.

When Ning Wutian left the room, Julie was already guarding outside.

"Childe." Julie saluted respectfully.

"What are you doing here?" Ning Wutian wondered.

"I ......" Julie was stunned, as a maid, shouldn't she stay here?

"Forget it, you can work hard to cultivate when you don't have a task in the future, and I don't need to be served." Rather than Heavenly Dao.

"Yes, Childe."

"By the way, how are you cultivating?" Ning Wutian asked.

Julie didn't know how to answer, she touched the necklace around her neck, and the next moment the necklace turned into a mechanical garment and was worn under a long skirt.

"Huh." Ning Wutian was shocked: "You can open the genetic code so quickly, I didn't expect you to have a good cultivation talent." ”

"Although it can't exert the power of the armor, the original defense is still there." Ning Wutian said with a smile: "Yes, I will work hard to cultivate in the future, I want to go out, you cultivate seriously, don't walk around if you have nothing to do." ”

"Yes, Childe." Julie is very happy, it seems that she has really met a good master.

Ning Wutian entered the little fat man's room, the originally scattered family here was neat, and after a little thought, he knew that it should be sorted out by Julie.

Shaking his head with a smile, Ning Wutian didn't bother to wake up the little fat man, and directly lifted the little fat man out of the room like a dead dog.

"What?" The little fat man opened his eyes dissatisfied.

"Go to class." Rather than Heavenly Dao.

"It's so boring, what's so good about listening to the class, I haven't slept comfortably yet." The little fat man was a little dissatisfied, but he knew that Ning Wutian had no malice and did not resist.

Julie watched Ning Wutian directly carry the little fat man out of the courtyard, a little dazed, but the little fat man also slept too deadly, and she didn't wake him up when she tidied up her things so loudly before.

After carrying the little fat man out of the courtyard, Ning Wutian hurried directly like a violent wind, leaving the seventh peak and rushing in the direction of the first peak.

The class will be held at the first peak.

The first peak does not have any courtyards here, only a cliff, and under the cliff are huge rocks.

This is the so-called classroom.

At this time, there were already some people on the boulder below the cliff.

When he came to the foot of the first peak, Ning Wutian slowed down and let the little fat man walk by himself.

Although the little fat man is still dozing, he walks steadily and does not fall.

Ning Wutian always thought that the little fat man was sleepy, but after letting Qing'er check it, he found that the little fat man was very normal, which made him puzzled, and then he didn't bother to pay attention to it.

"Little fat man, this is the first time I have come to a public classroom to listen to the class, don't doze off later." Ning Wutian reminded.

"yes, got it." The little fat man yawned, and he didn't know if he really knew.

Soon they went up to the top of the mountain, and came to the flat ground below several cliffs, where there were huge boulders, and many people were already sitting on top of them, and some were sitting directly on the ground.

"Is this the classroom?" Ning Wutian was curious and looked at the cliff in front of him: "That's the podium, right?" It is also novel. ”

Ning Wutian observed carefully and found that the students here were old and young, and the youngest was about the same as a little fat man, eleven or twelve years old.

And the eldest looks to be at least forty or fifty years old, with a big age difference.

Ning Wutian also took the little fat man to a boulder, this boulder is equivalent to a seat, there are many such boulders here, all of them are irregular.

At this time, several more figures came from the bottom of the mountain, three of them were women, two were beautiful women in their twenties, and the other was only eleven or twelve years old, very cute, but a little fat.

"Daughter-in-law ......"

Suddenly, the little fat man screamed.

Ning Wutian was stunned: "What daughter-in-law?" ”

At this time, the little fat man was not sleepy at all, his eyes were wide, and he looked at the eleven or twelve-year-old girl at this time: "So beautiful, I decided, I want her to be my daughter-in-law." ”

Ning Wutian was stunned.

The little fat man's words made the girl hear it, glanced at the little fat man coldly, snorted coldly, and then sat down on another stone with the two women beside him.

"Daughter-in-law, your humming just now is so good." The little fat man smirked.

Ning Wutian was speechless, the girl looked like a person with a not simple identity, and the little fat man was uncomfortable.

Sure enough, the girl looked at the little fat man coldly, and said coldly: "Dead fat man, if you talk nonsense again, be careful that I tear your mouth." ”

The two women beside her also looked at the little fat man with unkind eyes.

"I'm not talking nonsense, daughter-in-law, my name is Sun Youcai, I like you." Instead of being afraid, the little fat man said loudly.

Now everyone is looking this way.

Ning Wutian felt goosebumps all over his body, this little fat man was too powerful, and his confession was so strong.

The girl was furious, but a woman next to her hurriedly grabbed her: "Xiao Yun, the teacher is here." ”

Sure enough, a divine rainbow came from the sky and landed on the cliff in front of it.

It was an old man with an immortal wind and bones, with an amazing breath, at least a monk in the Shenqiao realm.

The old man came here, glanced down, and directly began to teach the basic cultivation experience.

That was explaining all aspects of the Bitter Sea Sutra, and every aspect was thoroughly analyzed, and he even talked about his own cultivation experience.

It seems simple, but with a kind of Taoist sound, it seems to make people fall into the realm of enlightenment, which is very magical.

Ning Wutian also felt that he had gained a lot, and he had also comprehended some incomprehensible mysteries before, which was different from Teacher Ming's teaching method.

Because the main purpose of Ming Yan is to help them open up the sea of suffering, and this old man is mainly to analyze the basic chapter of the sea of suffering and impart the experience of cultivation.

This is very rare, and it is hard to buy.

Half an hour later, the old man finished his lecture, didn't say anything, and flew away.

Ning Wutian thought that this was the end, but then another divine rainbow flew in, and it was an old man with immortal wind bones.

"If you have any questions, you can ask them." The old man's voice was calm, but it seemed to ring in no one's ears.

"May I ask the teacher, do we have to continue to practice like this, when can we control the rainbow?" Immediately, one of them asked.

The old man of the fairy wind and bones glanced at him lightly and said: "You have to eat one bite at a time, and you have to walk step by step on the road. ”

Although the old man was reproaching, he finally gave an answer, mainly to give hope to everyone below, and said some of the cultivation situation later.

"When the sea of bitterness is big enough, you can proceed to the next step of cultivation."

"That is to open a passage to the wheel of life under the sea in the bitter sea, form a 'spring', and release the source of the divine power of the wheel of life."

"Only then will you be considered to have achieved something, and you can initially perform the Occult Method, which is the magical means you are hoping for."

The old man of the fairy wind bone answered seriously.

Some of these people came with a special purpose, while others came to Nuwa Academy to seek hope because they were really unable to open up the sea of suffering.

"Any questions?" The old man asked.

No one asked again.

Immediately, the old man waved his hand, and streamers flew out, which were bottles, flying to everyone below, and the number of people flying to each person was different.