Cup after glass, not drunk without stopping.

Ke Mingde is not an alcoholic, but he can't stop at this time, he is alone, and he borrows alcohol to kill his sorrows.

Polfmann's wine technique creates a taste that changes with his mood, somber and sour, but not unpleasant.

“...... A glass of turbid wine is thousands of miles away, and three glasses and two lamps are in a hurry. After the east fence puts the wine at dusk, the wine diaphragm does not have to look at the dogwood. Seeing the bright moon should weep, and the king asks if there is no deadline for returning......"

Through the wine, he actually recited poems to relieve his depression.

Since I began to practice meditation, my mental power has become more and more sufficient, and all my memories are extremely clear, and I can easily recall the poems and books I have learned and read.

"I'm smart now, and I can't forget it, wouldn't it be easy to get a champion in ancient times!"

The romantic image of Li Taibai's 100 poems about wine emerged, and Ke Mingde no longer used a wine glass, picked up a wine jug, swayed left and right, and pretended to be drunk:

“...... The drunken chest is still open, and men should be self-reliant since ancient times. A lifetime of negative energy has become today, and he recognizes another country as his hometown......"

The more I drank, the more arrogant I became, and I recited some sad and homesick poems from the beginning, and became generous and passionate.

“...... swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger, and suddenly opened the golden lock and walked away from the dragon. Leaning on the sky and having a long sword, the sword light is like electricity and a rainbow......"

Qi and blood were vigorous, there seemed to be a fire burning in his heart, there was no sword beside him, he walked outside the mage tower, broke off a branch of the fruit tree, stacked off the leaves, and held it in his hand as a sword.

Horizontal and vertical slashing, tiger and tiger wind, using Ke Mingde's most familiar wind swordsmanship, advance and retreat are well-founded, and the swordsmanship is neat and sharp.

Gradually, the wine is surging, the movements are no longer standard, more casual, swaying freely, walking with the sword, like a shock.

The tips of the branches swayed slightly to the left and right, splitting the air with a sharp sound, the sound of black robes, and the sound of hunting wind.

Bai Hong sat on the fly, roared in the green snake box, Xu drew an inch of the blade, and gradually bent his elbows. Killing the frost is in the front, and the moon is in the new one. The sword breaks the sky and the clouds, and the sword rushes to the sun. The sword demon snake belly, the sword whisks the head of the minister......"

He groaned in his mouth, staggered in his steps, shook the "sword" in his hand, and pointed it on the red fruit hanging on the tree, piercing it through.

With a flick of the "sword blade", the fruit was thrown into the air, and the shoulders, waist, hands and legs were forced, and the sword in the hand danced wildly, instantly cutting the fruit into eight petals.

The end of the branch in the hand is thick and thin, the wood is not hard, and the fruit is the size of a fist, split into eight petals, showing great strength and skill.

Ke Mingde laughed, very satisfied, flicked his sword, and flicked his finger on the branch.

A fighting spirit had been brewing in his body for a long time, and it shot out from his fingertips, breaking the branches in two at once.

"Fighting spirit!"

I was shocked, and most of the wine immediately went away, and I immediately sank down my mind and carefully experienced the state of the fighting spirit.

The heart is vigorous and powerful, and the fighting spirit is all over the body, which can already reach the brain and nourish the brain spirit.

His spiritual cultivation has grown rapidly, and it is inseparable from the nourishment of his fighting spirit.

Commanding the fighting spirit, running to the palm of the hand, like a high house, the water comes naturally, stretching out his hand and pushing, the fighting spirit sprays out from the palm of the hand, hits the ground, and blows up a piece of dust.

"It's a little ...... power"

Ke Mingde was very disappointed, and with all his strength, he slapped again.

After many tests, the fighting qi is the most powerful within 30 centimeters of the body, which is equivalent to Ke Mingde's full punch, with his current strength, a full punch is enough to make a punch mark on the steel plate; the power gradually decreases within one meter, and there is still a little lethality; when it reaches a meter away, it is like a gust of wind, and it can only blow out the candle.

If you want to achieve the effect of "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon" in the TV series, a hundred steps of divine fist, ten thousand people, and further research must be further refined, not a day's work.

"When the Dou Qi is cultivated to this point, it is necessary to connect with the magic power of the natural world, so that the Dou Qi gives birth to attributes and becomes more powerful. ”

"There is a secret method in the power of the dragon, which makes the fighting spirit as thick as a rock and invincible; the secret method in the wind cheats can make the fighting qi have the wind attribute, and a hundred branches are shaken when one palm is struck; the secret method in the cold ice fighting qi makes the fighting qi extremely cold and frosts everything; there is a supporting secret method in the flame sword method, and the fighting spirit is as hot as fire......"

Ke Mingde is sitting on a super printer, although it is limited to energy, it can't be used to the fullest, just scanning a function is enough to defy the sky, and most of the secret methods of fighting qi in Neverwinter City are collected by him.

"But these knight cheats are not as rich and perfect as the guidance technique taught to me by the sun god, but the divine guidance technique does not record the secret method that makes the fighting spirit have attributes, should I choose a secret method to cultivate......

After thinking about it, Ke Mingde finally decided to cultivate according to the Divine Meditation Method.

No matter how far the way of a knight goes, it can't compare to a mage.

A trainee mage, who has learned the impact technique, is comparable to the silver knight who has a fighting spirit, and if he learns to impact the magic orb, he is better than most of the silver knights, which is only the level of the black-robed mage.

Knights who have cultivated to the golden rank of the pinnacle may not be able to live for three hundred years, and mages can easily reach the limit of their lifespan by configuring potions.

In fact, Ke Mingde has long not taken the way of knighthood to heart, he just regards it as entertainment and leisure after learning magic, if he really cares, he can break through to the silver rank soon after using the intermediate boiling blood potion, why wait until now.

......

When the three- or two-month job finally expired, Ko Mingde returned to Neverwinter in a sleigh.

The city in the distance has grown from small to large, and the dark city walls are solemn and heavy.

Ke Mingde was in a happy mood, couldn't help humming a little song, stood up and pulled the reins of the reindeer, and the reindeer ran more happily.

He used suggestion.

A few months on Blackstone Island have been very rewarding.

He is proficient in many beginner spell practices, and he has also mastered four intermediate spells, which are impact magic balls, flying spells, burst fireballs, and intermediate magic shields.

What's more, the spiritual power has reached its limit, the soul eye has been successfully inscribed, and the suggestion technique has also left a faint mark in the spiritual sea.

The knight's cultivation has also reached the silver level.

When I came to the city walls of Neverwinter, the gate was not opened, and the small gate on the side was guarded by soldiers, and many people went in and out.

On this visit to the city, Ke Mingde discovered many things that he had not noticed before, guarding the sturdy bodies and wearing heavy metal armor with simple protective circles and magic circles for maintaining temperature.

There is a soul wandering at the gates, dressed similarly to the guards, but more ornate.

"There's even a soul guard!

As soon as they entered the city gate, it seemed that they had come from the cold winter to the height of summer, and the reindeer opened their mouths to pant and laboriously dragged the sleigh behind them.

Ke Mingde stretched out his hand, and the sleigh floated up, easily lifted by the reindeer.

"It's so comfortable to cast spells without a staff!"

Ke Mingde finally understood why the mages were concentrated in the city of mages, not to mention that the magic tax of one magic core had to be paid every year, and it was worth it to increase it tenfold.

"Mage Newton!"

Walking into the Eternal White Tower, someone immediately took the reindeer and the sleigh, and several servants carried the contents of the sleigh to his residence.

Reindeer have special breeding sites, just outside Neverwinter. Every inch of land in the city is expensive, but it can't put down places like the Magic Herb Garden and the Warcraft Farm.

With a small wooden box, climb the stairs and hand over the cores collected this month to a specialized mage.

If the cores have been processed, you can receive some cores as a reward.

These cores have indeed been processed, but they are all made by the other two mages on the island, and Ke Mingde has not received them.

When he went out of the door of the registration office, he saw little Henry passing by, and was about to say hello when he heard someone behind him call his name.

"Newton!

"It's you!

The two hugged eagerly.

"How are you? I heard you were attacked by a dyed mage on your return. ”

"Near-death!" Lucien shook his head with a wry smile, "If it weren't for the fact that you happened to have a passively triggered magic item on your body that blocked their sneak attack, you wouldn't have seen me." ”