After a whole night of practice, Muyang had already touched the threshold of the Burial Dragon Divine Finger, but if he wanted to reach the realm of Xiaocheng, he still needed more practice.

Mu Yang looked at his fingers that were about to cramp, and sighed slightly: "Alas, the male protagonists in the novel, you only need to take a look at a skill to learn, why am I so hard to learn a skill, and I haven't practiced it yet......"

"So those are all novels, not reality, and you want to do it overnight? How can there be such a good thing, if you can learn it at a glance, the coffin board of the old-timers who created and improved the exercises will not be able to hold it down. ”

Brother Dog lay comfortably in the yard, not forgetting to complain about Muyang.

"That's the same, or they all say that martial arts are powerful, people in the same realm, will they be martial arts, the difference in strength is really huge, I used to suffer a loss of martial arts when I was fighting, you said that if I directly learned a Xuan-level martial arts at that time, would it be more awesome?"

A certain cultivator who has not yet learned to climb is already fantasizing about how he can run.

Brother Dog rolled his eyes and sneered: "Hehe, do you think that Xuan-level martial arts can be learned if you want to? ”

"At different stages, the body structure, meridian direction, strength, spiritual strength and so on are different in different stages, and each stage has skills and attention to the use of spiritual power, and these martial arts are created on the basis of comprehensive consideration of various factors. Only by mastering a martial art that matches one's own realm can one maximize the power of that martial art. ”

Mu Yang, who has received nine years of compulsory education, said that he understands that just like going to school, what age group receives what level of education, no matter how much first-grade children want to learn advanced mathematics, then all kinds of conditions are not allowed, there is no solid foundation, and higher-level things cannot be understood at all.

In fact, Mu Yang also knew in his heart that even if he really had a Xuan-level martial arts to practice, he couldn't understand it, and he hadn't learned it after practicing all night as a yellow-level person, and he was addicted to it.

As soon as Mu Yang came to the foot of the mountain, he saw a figure skimming towards the alchemy room from a distance, but he didn't seem to notice Mu Yang.

"Isn't that Tang Kai? What is he doing here?"

This person, Mu Yang had seen during his visit a few days ago, he was a second-generation disciple, currently ranked sixth, and he was a rare outstanding alchemist among the disciples of Falling Moon Valley.

"It looks like he's going to the alchemy room. Would you like to go up and say hello?" asked the dog brother casually.

Mu Yang didn't mean to go: "Forget it, it seems that he is in a hurry, and now it is calm on the surface, but none of us dare to really relax, he may just go to alchemy." Tsk, this early in the morning, the sun has just risen, and he came to alchemy, and he is really diligent enough. ”

Mu Yang watched Tang Kai walk into an alchemy room from a distance, and after turning around and closing the doors and windows, he left.

It is not uncommon for an alchemist to lock himself in the alchemy room, Mu Yang has also seen many alchemists in the Falling Moon Valley who close the doors and windows for three or five days as soon as they enter the Dan room and do not come out, Mu Yang did not pay too much attention to Tang Kai, turned around and walked towards the dormitory area.

Today, the atmosphere in the Falling Moon Valley has eased a lot, and many disciples have begun to return to normal life, they are no longer limited to the foot of the North Mountain, but have begun to dot up the entire Falling Moon Valley.

Some went to clean the elders' rooms, some to water the flowers, some to prune the garden, and everyone went about their jobs.

Just when Mu Yang was about to find something to do, Mu Shen Gaolin walked out of the dormitory area with a depressed face holding the big knife, and headed west.

Mu Yang wondered in his heart, didn't he guard the Great Array in the canyon, when did he come back?

So, Mu Yang put down the small watering can he had just gotten in his hand, walked two steps quickly to catch up with Shen Gaolin and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother Shen, why are you here?"

Shen Gaolin snorted coldly, and seemed to be a little unhappy, "Tang Kai was on duty last night, and I came back to rest, but I just got a notice, this kid doesn't know where he ran to, and no one is watching on the other side of the canyon." ”

Muyang suddenly realized that Wang Liang was also a bit human, and arranged for people to take turns to stand guard, and then he was stunned, because he had only seen Tang Kai in the morning.

Mu Yang muttered, "Tang Kai is on duty, then why did he go to the alchemy room this morning." ”

Mu Yang said very quietly, but Shen Gaolin's ear power was also excellent, and his eyes suddenly widened with anger, and he suddenly turned his head to stare at Mu Yang: "What are you talking about?

However, what else can he do besides scolding? Tang Kai likes to refine medicines, this is something that everyone knows, but I didn't expect him to go to refining medicine at this time so unprioritized.

However, Shen Gaolin thought about it, too, Panfeng Gate has stopped attacking, and there is nothing unusual so far, everyone has relaxed, and it is estimated that Tang Kai is also like this.

So, he scolded all the way and walked to the canyon alone, "Stinky boys, none of them can be relied on, I still have to guard by myself, don't let me catch me, otherwise I will let you know the horror of my fists."

Muyang shrugged his shoulders speechlessly and went back to the dormitory area to find someone to chat.

It wasn't until the evening that Muyang was ready to return to Yaoshan, "I suddenly found that this kind of life is not bad, bragging with friends every day, and practicing at night, this day is also comfortable." ”

"That's the way to practice, it's wonderful, and you'll have more feelings in the future. Brother Dog was like a weathered old man, pretending to reason with Muyang.

"Haha, you son of a kid knows a lot. ”

Mu Yang walked along the road with his hands behind his back, and looked up at the moon that had just climbed up, and he suddenly stopped.

"Alas, what a round moon, it's a pity, it's a pity, tonight the moon is bright, and I don't know who the autumn thoughts will be. Mu Yang sighed deeply, and suddenly there was a melancholy in his heart, endless thoughts.

Brother Dog was a little surprised, "Yo, you can still compose poems?"

Mu Yang said with a smile: "This is not a poem written by me, it was written by the great poet Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty." ”

"Who?" Brother Dog was momentarily stunned.

Muyang realized that he had said something he shouldn't have said again, "It's nothing, you haven't heard it anyway, you just need to know that you are a great senior." ”

Brother Dog didn't have much interest in poetry, so he didn't ask Wang Jian's identity again, "I listen to the meaning of your poem, homesick?"

Mu Yang moved his steps lightly and continued to walk, "It's a little, after all, it's a place I've lived in for more than ten years, and I don't know if I can go back." ”

"Yes. Brother Dog said categorically.

"Hmm, how can you be so sure?"

Brother Dog tilted his head and looked like he was coaxing, "With my uncle, I will cover you, and you can go wherever you want in the Lingwu Continent!"

Mu Yang's heart trembled, and he asked seriously, "Then, what about outside the Lingwu Continent?"

"Say goodbye and ask for more blessings. ”