Under the operation of the clan and officials at all levels in Rift Valley City, the news that Si Mingqin had really refined the best incense was spread throughout Rift Valley City before lunch, causing a sensation.

From the creation of the soul art by His Majesty the Pope to the present, for more than 2,000 years, all the incense pieces that have left a name in history add up to less than three hundred.

These less than three hundred superb soul incense were all made by less than thirty great masters.

Although a broken incense is just a medicine used to light the soul lamp and help mortals open up the soul path, it is not needed to pass through the Yellow Spring realm, but it has become the highest standard for measuring a pharmacist or alchemist.

Only by refining this superb soul incense can the pharmacist and alchemist be qualified to be recognized by the world, obtain the title of great master, go down in history, and be admired by all the people.

In the south, every appearance of a broken incense is a major event celebrated by the whole country.

The emperor will personally meet with the master who has refined a piece of incense, confer merit, and confer knighthood. A celebration is also held to give a name to a broken incense and go down in history.

Si Mingqin really succeeded in refining a broken incense, which was taken for granted.

The news caused a sensation in the city, and it was not surprising at all.

In the clan mansion, the whole Si Ming clan was celebrating, and for a while they forgot that the patriarch of the family would die soon.

The true worship of Si Mingqin has caused many people to forget about the threats faced by the entire family.

Only Mu Liu was in a hurry, because of the summons of the patriarch.

The old man wants to see this miracle of the world before he sleeps, and wants it to show its face and do an exhibition at the largest auction house in Rift City.

"What should I do?"

After receiving the summons from the patriarch, Mu Liu hugged the purple gold gourd tightly and looked at Si Mingqin Zhen pitifully. In this special period of panic, he was very worried that he would not be able to return to his hands as soon as he took off the incense.

Si Mingqin Zhen smiled slightly and said, "This is your personal belongings, you can refuse." ”

Mu Liu half-squinted his eyes and said, "Is this good?"

"Or you should use it now, so that no one will think about it. Cai Bo smiled and made up for it.

Mu Liu glanced at Cai Bo and muttered, "It's not a big deal to join in the fun." ”

After speaking, he still reluctantly handed over the purple gold gourd to Si Mingqin Zhen, turned around, went to his bedroom, and dropped a cruel word.

"If they dare to touch my mind, I'll show them how crazy I am in the future. ”

After Mu Liu left, Si Mingqin Zhen said to himself: "Perhaps, after taking him out of the school palace, I should have left him halfway, and I shouldn't have brought him here." ”

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After lunch, after receiving Si Mingqin's real answer, Mu Liu decided to use the three inches of moonlight as a test and take the first step after enlightenment.

And Si Mingqin really took a break of incense and went to the dungeon with Cai Bo.

Mu Liu sat cross-legged on his bed, opened a glass bottle, and poured a few drops of the silver-gray liquid from the bottle into the palm of his hand.

A chill soaked from the palm of his hand to the bone marrow, and Mu Liu couldn't help but shiver.

Muliu has a very special physique, with a very high density of muscle fibers, a very keen senses, and is very sensitive to changes in the surrounding environment.

At the same time, his keen senses also magnified the pain several times, making him easily stimulated.

In order to survive the six prisons of Huangquan, he often fought with soul beasts in the Misty Valley, and the strength and toughness of his physical body had reached the realm of inhumanity, and his ability to resist blows and endurance had been greatly improved, and he could withstand pain that ordinary people could not bear.

However, a few drops of silver-gray liquid still gave him a chill. One can imagine how strong this chill is.

However, stimulated by this, the whole person's consciousness became more awake and his spirit was uplifted.

The three-inch moonlight did not volatilize, but was glued together, gathering but not dispersing, so that Mu Liu couldn't believe it.

Si Minghuai was guarding him by the side, and he also felt strange.

Normally, once it leaves the enclosure, the three-inch moonlight will radiate freely in all directions. Cultivators need to use their true qi to coerce them before they can be introduced into the meridians and sent into the small world of knowing the sea.

"It should be due to the blood of the Mu clan. Si Ming Huai'an explained.

Mu Liu was noncommittal, and poured out a part of the three-inch moonlight in his hand, gradually getting used to the coldness of the three-inch moonlight.

Mu Liu raised his palm and flipped and twisted, and the silver-gray liquid attached to his hand like a worm, sliding, slowly seeping into his body from the pores from the palm to the back of his hand.

Wherever the three inches of moonlight passed, the blood stopped flowing, and the meridians were frozen. If you stay in one place for a long time, it will not only cause qi and blood congestion, but also damage the meridians and internal organs, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

Mu Liu sensed the trajectory of the three-inch moonlight slowly squirming in his body, and hurriedly urged the Qi Refining Heart Method, and quickly pushed the three-inch moonlight to a certain area in the brain with the condensed true qi, and introduced it into the small world of Zhihai.

Throughout the afternoon, Mu Liu did not rest, and in this way, a whole bottle of three-inch moonlight was driven into the small world of Zhihai.

What happened in the small world, Mu Liu had no idea.

The path created by His Majesty the Pope has been tested for two thousand years, and he has never been out of the pool, and mortals have cultivated to become soul masters in this way, and Mu Liu is not worried about any accidents.

It's just that at this time, he can better appreciate the good intentions of the big boss.

At the beginning, the big boss forced him to practice ancient martial arts as soon as he learned to walk, and also used a large amount of high-grade spiritual liquid to wash his marrow, which simply opened up the eight veins of the Qi Jing, so he had his current achievements before he was fourteen years old.

Yao thought that he was ignorant when he was a child, he often lost his temper, and was reprimanded by the big boss, Mu Liu couldn't help himself, and his eyes were wet.

Seeing this, Si Ming Huai'an pushed the wheelchair forward, took out a Jinpa to try tears for him, and asked with a smile: "Why are you so sentimental at a young age?"

Mu Liu shook his head and joked: "Those who died on the Huangquan Road must have failed to control the soul incense and were frozen to death. ”

Si Ming Huai'an smiled and said, "You are right, from ancient times to the present, there have been too many people who died violently not long after Qiling, which is exactly the word Huangquan." According to the incomplete statistics of the Wuhun Palace, the total number of people who died in Huangquan in history is close to the total number of human races today. ”

Today, the human race is prosperous, with a total population of about 5 billion.

Mu Liu was no stranger to this death data, but when he heard Si Ming Huai'an's mention, he still swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously.

Si Ming Huai'an said earnestly: "The pursuit of freedom is the nature of life, and the purpose of our cultivation is to free ourselves from the shackles and gain more freedom. This freedom comes at a price, the cultivation is long and arduous, too many calamities do not come from the outside world, but from oneself, it is inevitable to make mistakes, but sometimes one step is not careful, and it will be a catastrophe.

There is a certain truth in the words of the ancients, and the path traveled by sages is generally not wrong. Everyone's path is unique and cannot be replicated. Go your own way, but not blindly. When it's time to go with the flow, don't force it. When it is time to retreat and move forward, you should not rush forward and rush to achieve success......"

Throughout the afternoon, Si Ming Huai'an taught Mu Liu the concept of spiritual practice, seeking a balance between freedom and restraint, and specifically mentioning devotion and sacrifice.

Si Ming Huai'an is unique in educating people, and his words are very infectious.

Even if these words were word-for-word, they were all spoken by Si Mingqin, and Mu Liu would not necessarily take them to heart.

The heart seemed to be washed by Si Ming Huai'an's words, very calm, like the bright moon shining on the heart.

The three-inch moonlight entered the small world of Zhihai, but it set off a storm and waves......