Chapter 8: Help me try the truth of the exercises

After Qi Ran bought the exercises, he found a nearby inn and stayed there, and then couldn't wait to start cultivating, however, not long after, a bucket of cold water was poured on his head again.

"Cloud Pulse Gong" is the same as "Xuan Xin Gong", there is no problem with running it, but it just can't inhale the Xuan Qi outside the body into the body.

"Damn! Sure enough, it's cheap and not good. Qi Ran couldn't help but curse Fengtian Pavilion.

Although he had a grudge in his heart, Qi Ran had to come to Fengtian Pavilion again and spent 900 medium-grade Xuanshi to buy a copy of "Hu Na Jue", which was the most expensive cultivation method in Fengtian Pavilion.

Return to the inn.

Once, twice, three times......

Syllable!

Qi Ran held the "Hu Na Jue" in his hand, and threw it on the bed in a fit of rage, still not working!

It may be a coincidence that one book doesn't work, and two books may also be a coincidence, but three books are a bit too much to say.

In the room, Qi Ran thought for a long time, and finally thought of two possibilities.

One is that maybe it's because of his own body, and the other is that Fengtian Pavilion sold him a fake.

In this way, a day passed, and seeing that it was already dark, Qi Ran simply left the inn and came to the Sorrow Tavern to prepare for a drink.

Coincidentally, as soon as Qi Ran walked into the tavern, he immediately saw a familiar figure, a dead man in black clothes and a black face, and he knew by the way he ate that it was the one in the tavern in the morning.

Originally, Qi Ran had already walked to the position where he had sat in the morning, but he suddenly turned around and came to sit opposite the dead man, sharing the same table.

Seeing this, the dead man ate slightly, and then continued as if no one had eaten him.

In this way, Qi Ran didn't order anything to eat, so he stared at the dead man opposite with a smile in his eyes.

I can't bear to look at that picture!

Finally, in Qi Ran's scorching gaze, the dead man couldn't stand it anymore. Just ask, which man can stand being stared at like this by another man.

"You're not afraid of me?" put the chopsticks down, and the dead man said in a deep voice.

"Why are you afraid?" Qi Ran said with a smile.

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

"You're going to kill me?"

“......”

The dead man was speechless for a moment, this guy can't be a fool, right?

However, looking at the dead man's embarrassed appearance, Qi Ran's smile became even stronger.

But Qi Ran's smile, in the eyes of the dead man, was like Qi Ran teasing him, and he suddenly became a little angry, thinking that if he got up and left now, he would definitely lose face and not be able to leave.

"You're looking for me?" the dead man's voice was a little lower than before.

"Yes!" Qi Ran said without thinking.

The dead man was slightly stunned, "What's the matter?"

After the words fell, Qi Ran took out the three exercises in the ring under the table and handed them to the dead man.

"These three exercises, you can help me try them, are they true. ”

Looking at the three exercises handed over by Qi Ran, the dead man was a little confused, the two didn't know each other at all, but Qi Ran said it so naturally, as if the two had known each other for a long time.

Moreover, it was the first time he had heard of such a thing as testing the truth of the exercises, and he aroused a trace of curiosity for a while, and even a trace of excitement.

If you want to say that Qi Ran used the three exercises to harm him, he is not worried about this, after all, as long as he does not rush forward rashly when cultivating the exercises, and when he feels wrong, he will stop immediately, and nothing will happen at all.

Like the kind of person who cultivates the exercises and goes mad, it is all because they obviously feel that something is wrong, but they insist on continuing, which leads to the occurrence of going mad.

In an instant, the dead man thought a lot, and after a little hesitation, he still reached out and took the three exercises handed over by Qi Ran.

The first book of "Xuanxin Gong" is exactly the exercises he is practicing now, and after opening it and reading it, he handed it back directly, "This is true, because this is what I practice." ”

Hearing this, Qi Ran's heart sank, took the exercises, and continued to look at him.

Not long after, the second book was also read by the dead man, and he didn't return it to Qi Ran immediately, but put it on the table and couldn't wait to read the third book.

After a long time, the dead man slowly raised his head, "These two books are true, especially this "Hu Na Jue", which has increased the cultivation speed several times. ”

As he spoke, the dead man returned the exercises to Qi Ran, but his eyes always stayed on the book "Hu Na Jue", and he only read it once, he couldn't remember it at all, and he couldn't wait to read it a few more times.

But in front of Qi Ran, he didn't do that, after all, it was someone else's thing, and he wasn't sure what Qi Ran meant.

At this time, Qi Ran's brows were tightly locked, and his expression was a little gloomy as he took the exercises, and his mood was a little heavy.

What the dead man said should be true, because he didn't have to lie to himself. Then since there is no problem with the exercises, it is not Fengtian Pavilion that sells fakes, but his own reasons, which is a little difficult to do now.

Do you want to try every exercise?

Immediately, Qi Ran frowned and asked, "Then if you have cultivated these three exercises correctly, but you can't absorb the Xuan Qi, does it mean that you are not suitable for this exercise and need other exercises?"

"Can't absorb Xuan Qi? It's impossible, I've never heard of this kind of thing, the quality of the exercises affects the cultivation speed, and it has nothing to do with the physique, as long as it's a Xuan Qi, the correct cultivation exercises are applicable."

Take "Xuanxin Gong" as an example, as long as you can feel the Xuan Qi, you can use it to cultivate, unless you are not a Xuan Qi.

Can't you absorb it? I don't think you're a mystery, or ......?"

Low-level mysteries can't detect high-level mysteries' cultivation, and they will also leak themselves when they probe the opponent's cultivation.

When Qi Ran just sat across from him, the dead man did this, and Qi Ran also noticed it, but he didn't move.

And the high-level mystics can easily probe the realm of the low-level mysteries, and they will not be detected under normal circumstances.

Qi Ran didn't answer the dead man's question, silently picked up the three exercises, and left the tavern in a hurry, without eating.

In the inn, one night, Qi Ran tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

According to the dead man, the exercises do not distinguish between physiques and are his own problems. This left him with no clue where to look for problems.

"Is it because my cultivation method is different from others, others rely on Xuan Qi to cultivate, and I rely on heavenly punishment?" Qi Ran secretly guessed in his heart.

Thinking like this is also because he has experienced a heavenly punishment, which has achieved the current Xuantu Eightfold, and it is not an exaggeration to understand it in this way.

If this is the case, indirectly, if Qi Ran wants to improve his cultivation, he must kill people. Only in this way can he attract heavenly punishment.

kills, Qi Ran is not afraid, and he will not kill innocents indiscriminately.

Before falling asleep, Qi Ran also made a decision, he wanted to join the Grim Reaper Gate and become a dead soldier.

Joining the Grim Reaper Sect can not only make money, but also take this opportunity to see if you can really rely on heavenly punishment to cultivate.

But he didn't know exactly how, where, or what the requirements were.

Then Qi Ran thought of the dead man he met in the Sorrow Tavern during the day, and he didn't know if he could meet him again, since he was a dead man, he must know how to join the Grim Reaper.

Let's try my luck tomorrow, Qi Ran thought so, and quickly fell asleep.