Night, quiet.

On the bed sat a young man, silently motionless. The boy was about fifteen years old, with a thin build, bronzed skin. His face was resolute and masculine, and his big smart eyes added a bit of aura to him.

The door of the young man's house was suddenly opened, and a cold wind hit, driving the air flow in the whole house. In the bleak moonlight, a majestic figure stood at the door of the boy's house.

The boy did not seem to hear the sound and continued to sit cross-legged, but his brow was already furrowed, as if he was a little dissatisfied with the visitor. Without asking the boy if he agreed, he strode into his house, and then sat down at the table, picked up the teapot on the table and poured water.

The teacup that came to sip didn't speak, and the young man didn't speak when he was practicing, and the room returned to its primitive quietness, but there was still the wind, playing alone. After more than ten minutes, the visitor had finished drinking a glass of water, and did not seem to quench his thirst, so he picked up the teapot and poured a cup, still drinking water.

The "buzzing" teenager's body shook suddenly, and after a few seconds, it returned to normal. At this time, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the visitor, who seemed to notice his gaze and turned his head to look at him.

The young man looked at him suspiciously, wondering who was coming and what his intentions were.

"Do you want to start a spiritual technique?" the man suddenly asked, and the young man was stunned by his question. The visitor smiled and shook his head, took a sip of water and said, "Do you want to start the spiritual arts?"

The boy only reacted at this time, he smiled and walked down from the bed, sat down at the table and said, "I have my own spiritual enlightenment. "Your Enlightenment?" the man scoffed, noncommittal.

"Why, you don't believe me?" said the young man, exasperated. "To believe is to believe. But," the visitor paused, looked at the somewhat unhappy young man, and said with a smile: "Your level of spiritual enlightenment is too low and not suitable for you. ”

"Why do you say that?" the young man looked disapproving. The person who came laughed and said, "You are willing to say it." Oh, listen up, your Enlightenment is called Hellfire, and it is the Fire Spirit. However, your own fire attribute content is very low, so you must be extremely slow when cultivating. I see that you just broke through the second order of the Enlightenment Spirit Realm, I'm right!"

The boy looked at him in surprise, incredulous, he could see it.

The young man laughed dryly and said, "There are very few spiritual enlightenment techniques in this village, and I still spent a lot of effort to get them from my friends. ”

"There are four levels of Enlightenment Technique, Heaven and Earth, Xuanhuang, and your Hell belongs to the first level, the Yellow Level, and it is also the worst lower grade in the Yellow Level. The person who came paused and said: "What I mean by this is not that the higher the level, the better, only the most suitable for yourself is the most beneficial to yourself." I've got an enlightenment here, so take it. ”

The young man frowned slightly and asked, "If you have cultivated one kind of Spiritual Enlightenment Technique, can you still cultivate other types of Spiritual Enlightenment Technique?"

"Of course you can, but ordinary people can cultivate two or three at most. I also want to emphasize that when you cultivate a new Spiritual Enlightenment Technique, you have to start cultivating again!"

After speaking, the person who came took out a bamboo slip from his arms and handed it to the young man. The young man took the bamboo slip, looked at the person with a smile, and said, "My name is Yuan Ming, what is your name?" The person who came smiled slightly and said, "My surname is Jin, you can just call me Brother Jin." ”

"Oh" Yuan Ming nodded, and didn't ask, he knew that there must be a reason why Brother Jin didn't say his name. Somehow, Yuan Ming always felt that he had an inexplicable sense of trust in this person surnamed Jin. Maybe it's his personal charm, Yuan Ming thought in his heart.

"Brother Jin, what is the name of this spiritual enlightenment, and what level is it?" Brother Jin raised his hand to drink water, smiling without saying a word.

"Brother Jin, you are talking" Yuan Ming looked at Brother Jin's leisurely appearance and said hurriedly.

"Okay, I'll tell you," Brother Jin said helplessly, "But I can only tell you the name of the Spiritual Enlightenment, and I won't tell you anything else." ”

Seeing that Yuan Ming still nodded with interest, Brother Jin said, "The Enlightenment Technique is called Summoning Decision. ”

"Calling for a decision?" Yuan Ming muttered suspiciously, "Brother Jin, why is it called a calling decision?"

Brother Jin shook his hand, "I don't know?" Yuan Ming looked at Brother Jin in disbelief, he didn't understand that the Spiritual Enlightenment Technique was his.

"It's not that I don't know, I won't tell you, I just said that I only told you the name of the Spiritual Enlightenment, and I won't tell you anything else. And now is not the time to tell you. ”

"When can you tell me?"

Brother Jin looked at the dark night outside the house and said in a low voice, "Wait for the next time we meet, and I'll tell you at that time." ”

"Hmm," Yuan Ming nodded silently.

Brother Jin stared at the swarped young man in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Meet again? Brother Jin shook his head secretly, even he didn't believe it. He knew how dangerous the place he was about to go was, but he had no choice.

"Yuan Ming," Brother Jin, who was staring at Yuan Ming, suddenly said in a loud voice, "I'm leaving, but before I go, I'm going to give you something." ”

After speaking, Brother Jin took out a blue jade tripod from his arms. This small tripod is glowing with blue light, crystal clear, and it is so shining in the dark night.

"This ...... This" Yuan Ming swallowed dryly, and couldn't say anything after stammering. For he has lived fifteen years and has never seen anything so precious. Moreover, the craftsmanship and temperament of this Xiaoding are unique, and Yuan Ming was directly stunned.

Brother Jin coughed lightly, and only then did he wake up Yuan Ming, who was in shock. Yuan Ming knew that he was out of shape, and scratched his head in shame.

Brother Jin didn't notice Yuan Ming's movements, he looked directly at Xiao Ding, and said, "This is a friend of mine, who gave it to me." At that time, I was still very weak, and he said that if I encountered difficulties, as long as I held this jade tripod, I could go to the Spirit Ten Sect and ask him for help. ”

"At that time, I was indeed very weak, but I was not timid, and this little tripod became a source of my faith. Efforts to protect, I have been, close to carry!"

"However, I have experienced many ups and downs from the past to the present, but I have never been to the Spirit Ten Sect once!"

"I don't need it now, Yuan Ming, I'll give him to you, how about it?"

Yuan Ming was stunned, he was infected by Brother Jin's words at this time. What is a strong man? What is arrogance? With a backing, he walks independently, letting his blood spill between heaven and earth, stepping on the sky, and looking down on the earth, this is the strong, this is the arrogance.

Yuan Ming stared at Brother Jin with admiration and excitement in his eyes. "Brother Jin, do you really want to give it to me?"

Brother Jin nodded in acquiescence.

"Haha," Yuan Ming laughed excitedly: "Brother Jin, thank you!"

Brother Jin smiled: "You have called me 'big brother', and you are polite to me." Yuan Ming smiled and touched his head.

Brother Jin suddenly put down the cup in his hand and straightened up, and Yuan Ming also stood up.

"Yuan Ming, I'm leaving, cultivate seriously, I hope that in a few years, you will be famous all over the world. ”

"Famous all over the world? Yuan Ming secretly made up his mind in his heart.

"Brother Jin, where will I find you in the future?" Yuan Ming shouted while standing at the door.

"South. ”

Brother Jin, who was dressed in black, gradually melted into the darkness, and the cold moon on the sky moved slowly, exuding a cold air, as if chasing the trail of Brother Jin.

After seeing Brother Jin leave, Yuan Ming turned around and went back to the house, holding Xiao Ding in his right hand, his smart eyes containing excitement. "Ten Spiritual Sects?"