Chapter 4 Cultivation

The old beggar took a sip of the gourd hanging from his waist, looking up at the vast sky as if thinking about something. At this moment the little bastard ran out of the hut, and watched the old beggar staring intently at the blue sky, and was not embarrassed to disturb.

The old beggar spoke, "Little bastard, your Nine Heavens Xuan Vein is the Extreme Vein, which should have been inadvertently stimulated when you entered meditation, otherwise you would not have been able to reach the Soul Melting Stage in just two hours, it is really unfair! Some people have not been able to step on the threshold of cultivating spiritual masters for most of their lives, but you have only taken two hours" said that the tone of the old beggar here was slightly sour and jealous.

Eh, old guy, I said, you have so many emotions here, don't you say that I am a recessive vein?

Looking at the little bastard's bored and puzzled expression, he finally said a little impatiently after taking a big sip of wine, "Nine is an extreme number, which means the greatest meaning, that is, your Nine Heavens Xuan Vein is the meaning with the greatest potential in the meridians, so it is the extreme vein."

The little bastard suddenly realized that he couldn't help but be complacent, "I really didn't expect my meridians to be so perverted!

The old beggar was speechless for a while, "Ahem, my veins are the three heavenly veins", and the old face couldn't help but show a trace of smugness!

"My Nine Heavens Xuanmai and your Sanpin Heavenly Pulse are more powerful" This question is very acute, the old beggar didn't know how to answer for a while, he could only cough dryly twice to relieve the embarrassing atmosphere, "There is no hierarchy distinction between the meridians, only the size of the potential, the meridians are divided into two kinds, one is the heavenly vein and the other is the earth vein, the heavenly vein and the earth vein have nine levels, just like the yin and yang between heaven and earth, the sun and the moon in the sky." All meridians at the ninth level are the extreme veins, and only the extreme veins can have such demonic power that allows you to break through two realms in just two hours."

Well, then I am the ninth-level Heavenly Vein, the old beggar looked at the little bastard with an excited face, and just smiled faintly and said, "Yes, but you have to remember that if you are not diligent in cultivation, even if you are the Nine Heavens Xuan Vein, it will be useless, and besides, your Xuan Vein is only a hidden vein." If you don't change quickly, you will be no different from ordinary people."

"Ah, why is this still the case?"

The old beggar said meaningfully, "Because when the veins are still pregnant, your mother is already dead, and when you grow up, I will temporarily ban and seal your veins with the formation, and when I can find something to re-conceive your veins in the future, I am unsealing the seal, but now you have to do it every day according to my requirements."

The little bastard grimaced at the old beggar, who closed his eyes and smiled "naughty"

The little bastard looked up at the old beggar and said, "Say it, I'll do it with all my might."

The old beggar nodded with satisfaction and said, "Little bastard, do you know what the greatest weakness of a spiritual cultivator is?"

The little bastard shook his head suspiciously, and said, "The spiritual cultivator pays attention to the use of heaven and earth aura, but he has left a fatal flaw?"

"Disadvantages, what disadvantages?" the old beggar looked at the sky intently, that is, the quality of his own body, and the spiritual cultivator pays attention to the meridians, so it is often difficult to make up for the fatal defects caused by close combat!

"Then why can't the spiritual cultivator make up for this fatal flaw!"

The old beggar looked at the little bastard who was still childish but looked like a scoundrel and said, "Close combat is the specialty of martial arts, and spiritual cultivators pay more attention to how to perceive the changes in the aura of heaven and earth, how to use the aura to concentrate on one thing, if you do everything half-heartedly, how can you achieve positive results."

When he said this, he suddenly opened his mouth, but deep down he did not fully agree with the old beggar's words.

Old fellow, tell me what martial arts cultivation is all about!

Seeing the little bastard with such a strong desire for knowledge, the old beggar laughed happily, "That's okay and can't, it's just that I'm a spiritual cultivator, and I haven't done much research on martial arts."

The little bastard grinned and said, "Concentrate on one thing"

The old beggar nodded "smart"

Life is the same as before, the little bastard has returned to his previous life here, practicing, because since he knows his hidden vein, and he is worried that the veins will disappear from now on, the old beggar can be said to have a full training schedule for the little bastard, which is bitter for the little bastard, and he is tired like a dog all day long.

Next to the medicine garden, the old beggar was lying on a rattan chair, holding a gourd, knocking on Erlang's leg, drinking a little wine, and shouting at the top of his voice, "Little bastard, get out of here, today's water hasn't been picked yet!"

At this time, the little bastard was lying on the bamboo bed on all fours and falling asleep, the snot bubbles were getting bigger and smaller together with his breathing, and his little belly was covered with his linen robe, which looked very cute. Hearing the howl of the old beggar, the little bastard slowly rolled over and continued to sleep.

The old beggar also drank in a daze, and did not respond for a long time. So he dragged his rickety body to the house. Outside, I heard the old beggar's wolf-like voice roaring, "Get up-bed-" and after a while, I saw the little bastard touching his little belly, squinting his sleepy eyes, with two large wooden barrels on his head, dragging his sleepy body up and down slowly.

Looking at the weak little bastard, the old beggar began to howl again, "I have to pick sixty times today", and then he lay down on the wicker chair with his hands behind his back and began to drink.

As for carrying water, the little bastard didn't know why he wanted to pick it, because he had the impression that the old beggar was these two buckets, and from the day he moved the bucket, he began to dive into the water, and every time he carried the water to the medicine garden to water the herbs, and so on and so on.

Because in his world, there are only four things, practicing, carrying water, scolding the old beggar, and taking a medicinal bath. There was not even half a bird on such a big mountain, and it seemed that the whole world was left with him, the old beggar, and two buckets. Quickly ran to the bottom of the mountain, looked at the river in front of him, jumped into the water and washed his face, the wide river surface was calm and flowing, occasionally a gust of wind came, the river would set off layers of ripples, looking at the calm flow, the little bastard felt like he suddenly wanted to shout for some reason.

"Old guy, the master will beat you one day, and he will definitely beat you to the ground" At this time, the old beggar was drinking a little wine, and suddenly heard such a sentence, and smiled faintly.

After shouting the rhetoric, the little bastard suddenly felt very happy, so he dragged the sackcloth robe with two buckets of water, and watered the medicine garden on the mountain.

I was so tired that I couldn't do it, so I took out the jerky prepared by the old beggar from my arms and began to chew it, the little bastard didn't know what kind of meat it was, it was hard and hard to chew, and it couldn't chew badly, and some pinched teeth, because the hands couldn't be freed, so I could only use the little tongue to push hard, and the tongue at the top of the last top was sour, but the taste was quite good, but the process was quite interesting.

The old beggar kept shouting in his ear like a ghost, feeling that his eardrums were about to burst, and it was strange to say, this old beggar was like a dry corpse, how could he feel that he was lying on his body like a mountain, not to mention tens of thousands of catties, the key is that this old guy has been lying on his back and has been preaching the scriptures endlessly, and the eardrums of the little bastard have risen several layers of cocoons.

The little bastard has to listen to the old beggar's endless nagging and run behind his back, and the little bastard has now grown into a handsome little boy with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes in a few years, but he is still careless, the old beggar's teeth have been ground off several layers, after the little bastard chose to become a spiritual cultivator, he began to practice with the old beggar, and the little bastard, who is already twelve years old, has become an authentic realm mage, this cultivation speed is also extraordinarily perverted, and occasionally it can also stimulate the Nine Heavens Xuan Vein, if it is not for the Nine Heavens Xuan Vein, the little bastard is confident that he will not be able to reach the current level of cultivation and, although it is only the early stage of the Realm Mage。 But it is also the combat power of the early stage of the martial arts.

Hurry up, the old beggar held an iron plough in his hand, and beat the little bastard who was sleeping soundly, saying that the old beggar's original intention of forcing himself to practice his body was to make his body stronger, so that he could not beat the little bastard.

The old beggar went down with a few sticks, it was like tickling, which made the old beggar angry, and he watched the little bastard turn over, and seemed to say, "Come here twice, and this!" The old beggar looked at the little bastard and suddenly had a feeling of hating iron but not steel.

He feels that he has not advanced half a point in his skills for more than ten years, and he is more than a hundred years old, this little bastard is now like an old fritter, there are policies and countermeasures, so that the strong people of this realm law soul are scratched, if he encounters a person like a little bastard when he is young, it is estimated that he will directly destroy this kind of person There is not even scum left.

There is no choice but to be ruthless, and a scorching flame suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand, a rootless fire, this is the sign of a strong man in the Law Soul Realm. The old beggar took out a trace of fire and melted into the iron plough wood, and then showed an evil sneer, and said that he hit the little bastard's back mountain with a stick, and suddenly heard the sound of roasting meat, and there were deep marks on the back of the little bastard, and the skin and flesh on the imprint mountain were wrinkled together, and the bright red flesh and blood made people shudder, and the little bastard felt that his buttocks were on fire, and he jumped up from the bed violently, and as a result, he knocked out a big hole in the roof, and the old beggar laughed with satisfaction, and he felt that he had solved the enemy he had been looking for for a long time at once, and he was happy.

The little bastard's sore nose was crooked, and he roared angrily, "Old guy, what did you use to hit me, it hurt Lao Tzu to death", and he tentatively touched the wound, and his face was about to drip bitter water.

The old beggar just shook the iron plough in his hand, and the little bastard fixed his eyes and saw that a trace of the iron plough was wandering, and immediately understood that this was a trace of soul fire, if there was a trace of soul fire, it was estimated that he would not have any slag left.

The little bastard wrinkled his eyebrows and roared, "The old thing counts you ruthlessly"

In fact, the little bastard's practice is very hard, the old beggar's requirement for him is to train beyond the limits of the body, because it is to allow him to stimulate the pulse, but the old beggar found that the little bastard has not been a year, and the more difficult it is to stimulate the pulse once, so the little bastard is overloaded every day, and since then he has left a strange root of the disease, that is, drowsiness, because of his own lethargy, so it affects his training progress very much, he is very old beggar knows, so there is an old beggar to wake him up before he wakes up。

As long as the little bastard wakes up, he trains as energetically as a big bison, and naturally cultivates spiritual power and physical skills, which means that the little bastard's current state is that he is both a spiritual cultivator and a martial artist.

In the past, he practiced on land, but later he found that training on land did not have much effect at all, so he jumped into the deep sea of fifty or sixty meters alone, because the pressure and resistance in the sea were very large, so practicing physical skills on the bottom of the sea was called a miserable, and several times because of the strong water pressure, he bleed from his mouth and nose.

There are a lot of sea beasts in the sea, so if you are unlucky to bump into two, then you will be excited, because you are a spiritual cultivator, so you can also master a few simple runes in the old beggar, so you can make yourself free in the sea, so you will go up shirtless, and if you can't win, you will use runes and spiritual power to run for your life, if there is no sea beast, then you will remove the spiritual power shield and runes and rely on your body to fight against the powerful sea pressure.

The current and resistance, in this way, the strength of the little bastard can be said to have skyrocketed, and the level of martial arts cultivation is at least the strength of the early stage of a martial artist, to be honest, seeing the little bastard's sound sleep, even sometimes the old beggar is reluctant to wake up the little bastard, but after all, when he thinks of the little bastard's persistence, he can only get up with violence.