It turns out that the human body is through the twelve veins, the twelve veins of the strange meridians, each due to different qualifications, some people are born with more than a dozen pulses, then they are considered talented, and some people are born with only three or four pulses, that is, the qualifications are mediocre. If the innate qualifications are mediocre, then the acquired cultivation must be opened up one by one, in order to absorb more heaven and earth vitality, compared to people who are born with more than a dozen veins, the speed of cultivation cannot be calculated.

This is the most basic principle of spiritual practice, and everyone in the world knows it.

But Wang Yangming came to the other world at the beginning, and he didn't know San Yisheng for long, and he rode all the way south, and San Yisheng never taught him the introductory principles of cultivating true qi, and he really didn't know this knowledge. Being questioned by this girl at this moment, it looks like he is really a shameless liar.

blushed at the moment, and retorted in a hurry: "Who said that my qualifications are mediocre! The old man of San Yisheng said that I am extremely talented, and I was born with all twenty-four pulses!"

The girl was originally just frowning, but when she heard him say this, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, "What a shameless liar, a person who was born with all twenty-four veins, has not appeared since ancient times. The dean is amazing, you are the first in the world, and when you were born, you only had twenty-three veins, this is already a myth on this continent for thousands of years, you scoundrel, you actually think that you are better than the dean, it is really shameless!"

Wang Yangming was also unhappy, and snorted angrily: "San Yisheng, the dead old man, knelt and begged me to be his apprentice, I saw that he was old and frail, and I couldn't bear it, so I agreed to him." Now he is being said to be a liar by his apprentices, hum, I am not uncommon with this apprentice!"

When the girl heard him insult her most respected dean, she immediately blushed, where could she bear it, and immediately drew her sword out of the sheath, the sword body was slender, and the tip of the sword reached Wang Yangming's chest, and shouted: "What a splash, quickly draw the sword, this girl will not kill the person who is tied under the sword!"

"Draw the sword, draw the sword!" Wang Yangming's forehead was full of green tendons, and a blood rushed to his heart, looking at the posture of this girl holding a sword, it was clear that she was a master, and she had no martial arts, how could she be her opponent. However, he couldn't swallow this breath anyway, and immediately reached out and pulled out his saber from his waist, trying to scare the other party.

Xiao Guozi saw that the two of them were lit up, and he exclaimed early, and ran away to watch the battle.

The girl was going to stab this shameless liar who insulted the teacher to death with a sword, but when she saw Wang Yangming pull out the sword, she also exclaimed, and the thin sword in her hand couldn't hold it and fell to the ground, she didn't care to pick it up, and the finger that originally held the sword pointed at Wang Yangming, and she was stunned there: "Where did you get this reverse scale sword?"

Only then did Wang Yangming remember that San Yisheng handed over the Reverse Scale Sword to him before separating from him, and asked him to use it as a token to report to Guozijian. I just cared about arguing with this girl, and I actually forgot about this sword, and now that I am humiliated, I have such a good opportunity to vent my anger, how can I let it go.

At that moment, he looked up to the sky and snorted: "The old man of San Yisheng saw that I had all the twenty-four veins, and I was really a great genius in the ancient and modern times, so he bowed down and begged me to be his apprentice, and gave me this Laoshizi anti-scale sword as a gift." ”

The girl naturally didn't believe his words, but the world knows that the reverse scale sword is the treasure of Sanyisheng's life, and he once said that "the sword is in the people, and the sword forgets the death", and has never left his side, and now this sword actually appeared on this young man, to say that San Yisheng was killed, and the anti-scale sword was snatched away, how can this make people believe. Could it be that what the young man said was true? This sword was really given to him by San Yisheng?

When the girl was confused, suddenly a voice broke in the sky: "You little ghost, take my sword, don't go to the cardinal office to report, and you are actually blowing nonsense here." If you really have the twenty-four veins, what if I give you this sword!"

Before the words fell, a middle-aged man in a green shirt appeared in the room, it was San Yisheng, the dean of the Guozijian who had just returned from the palace.

When the girl saw the dean, she immediately bowed. When Wang Yangming saw that his cheap master was coming, he didn't dare to put on a score, so he hurriedly bowed down and said: "The disciple doesn't dare to ruin the master's reputation, it's just that this girl said that I was a liar, and I was in a hurry and said some bastard things." ”

"The dean actually accepted a personal disciple!" The girl heard that he really called Master San Yisheng, and San Yisheng actually didn't deny it, and a huge wave had already exploded in her heart, but she didn't dare to ask.

San Yisheng snorted from his nose, walked in front of Wang Yangming, raised his hand slightly, and didn't see how he moved, the reverse scale sword was already in his hand, and he also put the sword into the sheath, not angry and arrogant: "To be honest, you are the person with the worst qualifications I have ever seen, you have no pulse in the twenty-four veins, and your qualifications are definitely the bottom of all living beings." ”

"Huh?"

Wang Yangming and the girl exclaimed at the same time, but their feelings were completely different.

Wang Yangming was woken up by a blow to the head of reality, he thought that he had come from a magical time, and San Yisheng had to accept himself as an apprentice, he must be extremely talented, which made the old man happy. I never thought that I was so stupid and stupid, and I couldn't understand anything! Then what kind of skills do you practice and what kind of master, you are destined to be hopeless in this life!

The girl was surprised that the twenty-four veins were not connected, so could it still be called a person? This continent has been in this country for thousands of years, and I have not heard of anyone who is unconnected.

San Yisheng saw Wang Yangming's depressed expression, and said with a slight smile: "As a teacher, you have never lied, you are indeed unconnected, but no one dares to assert that a person who is unconnected will definitely not be able to become a master." He paused: "I knew that there was a person who, like you, had the same qualifications as you didn't know the same thing, but in the end he became one of the most terrifying masters in the history of Dongsheng Divine Continent. Don't ask me who I am, I can't tell you just yet. ”

Wang Yangming originally wanted to ask this question, but the way to ask the question had been blocked, so he had to give up, and hung his head and hummed depressedly.

San Yisheng turned his head to look at the girl, and sighed: "Twelve, you don't ask the reason, the sword is pointing at the same door, after all, the heart is still lacking in tempering, too impetuous, let Guanglingzi send you to think about the cliff wall for half a moon, self-cultivation." ”

The girl who was called twelve by him suddenly cried and lost her face, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she looked like she wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry, and nodded yes.

It turns out that Dean San Yisheng has the highest status in Guozijian, but he has always only lectured to students and not accepted apprentices, and the other teachers in the academy are also masters of amazing arts, and the disciples are also people with excellent qualifications.

Since the dispersion of Yisheng, the college has a total of eight senior teachers, a total of 12 personal disciples, ranked by age, by the students of the college habitually called Mr. Big, Mr. 2, Mr. 3, etc., as for her, because she is the youngest, so she is called Miss Twelve, and the elders affectionately call her Twelve.

San Yisheng waved his sleeves and said to the two, "Come in with me." ”

The two hurriedly followed, leaving only the dumbfounded Xiao Guozi at the door.