Sigh!

It wasn't until he could no longer hear Yun Mengli's footsteps that Wu Shan let out a long breath.

The beauty is intentional, and the enthusiasm is difficult to refuse!

It's not that Wushan looks down on himself, and it's not that he doesn't have confidence and confidence in his heart.

It's that what Yun Mengli gave to Wushan is too valuable!

Not to mention that Wushan hasn't looked at it yet, the "Thirteen Demon Skills", which is known as the strongest qi and blood cultivation method of the human race, just the bottle of magic medicine that Yun Mengli fed to Wushan is a priceless treasure.

For his physical condition, Wushan is very clear, and it can be said that there is no difference between him and Rengan.

However, after drinking the unknown magic medicine fed by Yun Mengli, Wushan's vitality rebounded, and in addition to his qi and blood, he had almost returned to his former appearance.

This effect is almost comparable to Wushan's [One Yuan Resurrection Holy Fetus]!

It's a pity that the One-Yuan Restoration Holy Fetus in Wushan's body has long been exhausted, and I don't know when it will be recovered.

Putting away all kinds of thoughts, Wu Shan reached out and picked up "Thirteen Demons", opened it and looked at it.

It doesn't matter if you look at this, you can see Wushan's eyebrows rise and fall, and his expression is suspicious for a whole afternoon.

If it weren't for the fact that this was the technique that Yun Mengli had taken out, Wu Shan felt that someone must have wanted to murder 'me'.

"It's really a magic work!"

"Thirteen Demons" is a veritable human magic skill.

Ninety percent of the heroes of the Nine Human Race who practiced this exercise died because they couldn't control the qi and blood in their bodies.

Those who are lucky enough to survive are either irrational killing maniacs, or ordinary people who fall into the sea of lust and fire and can't extricate themselves.

The "Thirteen Demon Skills" in Wushan's hand is a cultivation technique that must integrate the seven emotions and six desires into the qi and blood.

To put it simply, if Wushan wants to practice "Thirteen Demon Skills", he must understand and integrate the seven emotions of people: joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil, and desire.

This is only the first step, the second step is to integrate people's desires for seeing, hearing, fragrant, tasteful, touching, and intent into the qi and blood.

Seven emotions plus six desires, this is the origin of "Thirteen Demons".

After fusing the thirteen qi and blood of the seven emotions and six desires into the body, no matter who it is, it will soar to the sky.

This technique was so extremely dangerous, but it had an effect that all Race Qi and Blood cultivators could only dream of.

That is to break through the limits of the human body, which can allow cultivators to cultivate to the late stage of the seventh realm of qi and blood.

When Wu Shan saw this, his heart couldn't help but pound, making his already weak body break out in a cold sweat.

Judging from the effect, this is indeed the best qi and blood cultivation method for the Qinglian Holy Land and even the human race.

After a long time, Wushan included "Thirteen Demon Skills" in Nabao Naan, trying to calm himself down.

If he continued to look at it, Wu Shan felt that he was likely to start cultivating immediately.

The time to recuperate from injuries always seems long, and when Wushan was tormented until the evening, the teacher Zhou Langkun gently pushed the door and walked in.

"Wake up!"

Zhou Langkun walked in with a food box, and his face was much lighter than in the morning.

When Yun Mengli told him that Wushan had woken up, Zhou Langkun was very grateful to Yun Mengli and had a more good impression of him.

Zhou Langkun didn't ask Yun Mengli how he woke up Wushan, there was no need, as long as Wushan himself knew.

Wu Shan got up and bowed his hand to the disciples.

Zhou Langkun helped Wushan up, helped him back to the bed, and said with a smile.

"Your qi and blood are extremely weak, you might as well be a person who has just recovered from a serious illness, lie down and rest!"

"In this room, there are only you and me, master and apprentice, so you can save those red tape!"

Zhou Langkun opened the food box, took out a bowl of soup and a bowl of porridge, and said softly.

"The soup stewed with the blood of the beast black chicken and longan meat is sweet and warm, replenishes weakness, and greatly replenishes qi and blood, which is the most suitable for you."

Wu Shan took a sip of the big tonic soup, and immediately tasted that this was the craftsmanship of the master Zhou, and it was a familiar taste.

"I'm tired of my wife!"

Zhou Langkun smiled and didn't speak, watching Wushan drink soup while carefully looking at Wushan's complexion.

"You behaved very well on this trip to the Dead Land, and you are very pleased to be a teacher!!"

After Wushan finished eating, Zhou Langkun opened his mouth to affirm the achievements of Wushan's trip to the place of death.

However, then Zhou Langkun changed his words, and his tone became much more serious.

"Whatever you have experienced in the place of death this time, keep it a secret and don't mention it to outsiders."

"Death is already an extremely dangerous place for you!"

"In the future, if you don't reach the seventh realm, the teacher will not allow you to step into the wasteland again, can you understand what I mean?"

Wu Shan nodded, he understood that this was Zhou Langkun's concern, and it was also the concern of some beings of the human race about himself.

"There are innate limitations on the way of my human race's qi and blood, and now that your qi and blood have been cut, you can just put your mind back on the path of Wendao."

"If you want to continue on the path of qi and blood, being a teacher will not stop you, but with your current situation, you must be mentally prepared."

Wu Shan nodded again, Zhou Langkun's heartfelt words were really good for him.

"Hmm...... Have a good rest, and go back to Qinghe with your teacher tomorrow morning! ”

"Good!"

After saying that, Zhou Langkun got up, Wushan got up and saluted, the relationship between master and apprentice was plain and strong.

Early the next morning, Wu Shan got up early, used his tone to impose a hurried operation on himself, went to the office of the Great Wall Guard, reported the invincibility of the ancient barbarian saint, and climbed the Great Wall again.

Wushan released the killing god Bai Qi, who turned into a terracotta warrior again, guarding the north.

It's not that Wushan doesn't want to leave with the killing god Bai Qi, but that the killing god Bai Qi has a reason to stay.

The first is that the killing god Bai Qi himself is injured and needs to recuperate.

The second is that the killing god Bai Qi is the morale, blood and luck of many people of the human race, staying in the Great Wall guards, the killing god Bai Qi can not only gradually recover from his injuries, but also bathe in the huge luck, and his strength will slowly increase.

On the Great Wall, Wushan stood with his hands in his hands, and Bai Qi, the god of killing, also lowered his gaze to the north and fell to the place of death.

"Deadland, wasteland, I'll be back!!"

After the words fell, Wushan turned around and walked down the Great Wall and returned to the branch of Qinglu Academy in this city.

……

It's a month again, and Wushan is lying in the front yard of the house basking in the sun, and the days are comfortable and comfortable.

When I first returned to Qinghe City, Wushan, who was so weak that even the wind could blow it down, frightened Xiao Yun'er and Xiao Qi'er, the two little maids, pale, and even the guards Liu Hong and Li Biao were a little unbelievable.

Liu Hong and Li Biao wanted to know how Wushan, who had a body like a tiger and blood like a furnace in the past, became so weak.

Fortunately, after learning that Wushan Wendao practice was not damaged, everyone was greatly relieved.

Especially the next-door neighbor Duan Yiming, Duan Yiming didn't go to the academy today, and moved a reclining chair to bask in the sun with Wushan in the front yard.

"Brother Wu, tomorrow the academy will be closed, Brother Xi and Brother Shen invite us to go to Xicheng to watch the demon fight, will you go?"

"Don't go, I'm going to Qinglian Lake tomorrow!"

Wushan refused very simply, since the start of the small days of recuperation, a group of friends have come to his house from time to time to have dinner parties and talk at night.

Although such days are happy, they are also quite boring, and Wushan is a little tired.

Wu Shan opened his eyes, looked at the sunset that was about to set, and said lightly.

"In two days, you invite them to come to me, I have something good for you!"

Duan Yiming's eyes lit up, he didn't say kind words, smiled and picked up the recliner and went back to his small courtyard.

……

Early the next morning, after eating the nutritious meal carefully prepared by Xiao Qi'er, Wushan took Liu Hong and Li Biao out to the east.

Dongcheng, Qinglian Lake.

Since the passage between the two clans was initially stabilized, Yun Mengli and the goddess Furong returned here.

In this battle, Yun Mengli lost the old woman Yun Gu who raised her and accompanied her the most.

The selected sweetheart, Wu Shan, was also captured by an unknown terrifying existence, and his pure qi and blood were sucked out, resulting in his strength being greatly weakened.

Therefore, Yun Mengli at this moment is sad and needs to be cared for.

Island in the middle of the lake, lake in the middle of the island.

Wu Shan and Yun Mengli lay side by side on the painting boat, their heads covered with lotus leaves, and neither of them spoke.

The goddess Furong couldn't be idle, jumping back and forth between Wushan and Yunmengli alone, stepping on Wushan's belly for a while, and scratching Yunmengli's newly worn steps, so she couldn't get away.

"I'm going on a long trip!"

After most of the day, Wu Shan reached out and picked up a piece of potpourri cake on the desk next to him and ate it, turned his head and said this sentence to Yun Mengli indifferently.

"The concubine will always be here, waiting for the son to come back!"

"When the power of the child's qi and blood reaches the seventh realm, it will be the day when the concubine will serve the child!"

Yun Mengli got up, stared at a pair of fox eyes, staring at Wushan fiercely, with a hint of shame flashing in her eyes.

Wu Shan stretched out his hand and gently stroked Yun Mengli's chin and cheeks, this face is absolutely beautiful!

"Wait for me!"

Wushan only said such a sentence, which is also a promise.

Chu Qingyi didn't have this treatment, and neither did Jun Youlong, who had a land marriage with Wushan.

The flower pattern of Wushan's eyebrows flashed, and a gust of wind blew Wushan to the shore of the lake.

Wu Shan's figure gradually disappeared, but his voice came from afar.

"Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island. My Fair Lady, Gentleman. ”

"Jagged wattles, flowing left and right. My Fair Lady, I covet it. ”

"I can't ask for it, but I can't think about it. Leisurely, tossing and turning. ”

"Jagged wattles, picked left and right. My Fair Lady, Friends of the Piano"

"Jagged wattles, left and right. My Fair Lady, bells and drums. ”

Hearing Wushan's poetry, Yun Mengli's eyes lit up slightly, and after seeing Wushan's figure disappear completely, he carefully and contentedly put away a roll of spirit paper on the desk.

This is the "Guan Ju" left by Wushan, although Wushan can no longer compose a song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix", but this "Guan Ju" is more loved by Wushan.

……

Three days later, and the house.

Wushan, Duan Yiming, Xi Zhongsheng, and Shen Moyu sat together, drinking and composing poems, playing chess and arguing, so unhappy.

Early the next morning, when the banquet was dispersed and everyone was leaving, Wushan finally took out his gifts.

"This is a soul lock, not gold or wood, strong and abnormal, processed by the master craftsmen of the academy, it is the best spiritual weapon, extremely rare!"

Duan Yiming, Xi Zhongsheng, Shen Moyu, and Wushan each gave a soul lock, and the soul arresting ghost in the dead place is a nightmare for others, but for Wushan, who has a heroic soul formation, it is a windfall.

Wushan's trip to the dead place killed many soul-detaining ghosts in the fourth and fifth realms, but fortunately, these materials were handed over to the academy, so that the academy could forge them into spiritual weapons.

In the past few days, almost all the relatives and friends visited in Wushan have given one, even Yunmengli is no exception.

Of course, the first to get the soul lock was the little junior sister Zhou Qingzhou.

Because when Wushan and Zhou Langkun discussed this matter, she was on the side.

Wushan saw off the drama swathing and Shen Moyu in front of his home, and said goodbye to Duan Yiming before walking back to the courtyard.

"Then it's just the teacher!"

At this moment, the guards Liu Hong and Li Biao stepped forward and whispered to Wushan.

"Childe, all the supplies for the long journey, our brothers have been prepared in the past two days!!"

Wu Shan nodded, his chest Chinese qi surged, and two soul locks flew out of Nabao Naan.

"This is the best spiritual weapon soul lock, one for each of your brothers, holding a talisman!!"

"Childe...... This ......"

Liu Hong and Li Biao looked at each other, helpless. Their brothers really wanted to take these two spiritual weapons, but they didn't dare to take them, they were the best spiritual weapons, and they were also rare control spirit weapons.

Wu Shan smiled and patted the shoulders of the two brothers, Liu Hong and Li Biao.

"Your brother is about to travel with me, and you should have a heavy treasure to protect yourself!"

"Could it be that when you encounter an enemy, you want my son, who has not reached the first realm of qi and blood, to charge into battle by yourself?"

Hearing this, Liu Hong and Li Biao hurriedly knelt down on one knee and shouted, 'Don't dare'.

"Take it, this is given by this son, don't mother-in-law!!"

"Yes!"

……

On the second day, Wushan got up early, and under the service of Xiao Yun'er, he changed into a clean white robe and rushed to the mansion of the teacher Zhou Langkun.

Zhou's house, study.

Zhou Qingzhou, who wanted to skip class, was kicked out by Zhou Langkun, and the angry little girl stomped her feet outside the door.

"Teacher!"

Wu Shan bowed, and Zhou Langkun motioned for Wu Shan to sit down and speak.

Zhou Langkun did not immediately enter the topic, but led Wushan to recite a saint's classic.

When the two of them were in a calm mood and their whole bodies were surging, Zhou Langkun finished reading and talked to Wushan about business.

"It's decided?"

"Well, it's decided!"

Wu Shan nodded, got up and saluted, and then sat down and continued.

"Before the trip to the place of death, students had the idea of walking the world and destroying evil spirits, and now it has not changed, but has become more urgent."

Zhou Langkun stared at Wushan for a long time, and finally sighed, took out something from his sleeve, and sent it to the desk in front of Wushan, and said at the same time.

"Well, I know that your ambition is difficult to change, and this thing can help you walk the academies and some forces of the major cities of my human race!"

"This is the [Walking Order], with this thing in your body, in the major academies of the human race, you can borrow and study, just like a student of the academy."

"Remember, from the time you walked out of Qinghe City, you were the world of our Qinglu Academy."

"Do what you want to do, do it right; Worthy of the people, not entrusted, not afraid of words, the party is the style of a gentleman, but can be friends in all directions, do the world, and achieve great things. ”

"If you have evil thoughts, unexpected, lucky, and greedy for small profits, you will be despised by people and spurned by the trend. Worthy of people, not afraid of the sky. ”

“……”