"First of all, how much do you remember about Quibal?"

"I'm almost gone, but I remember a little."

In the misty space full of tombs, Wu He and Wu He sat on the ground with their backs to the tombstone, and Wu He was even more excessive, holding a stone in his hand that he didn't know where to recruit it, and writing and drawing on a tombstone.

At the same time, while depicting, he opened his mouth to explain to Wu He:

"Kuiba's system of power is called the Pulse Technique."

"The so-called pulse technique is to see through the appearance of things, and use the body to feel the ubiquitous pulse in the space, that is, to feel the form and pulse; Adjust the relationship between the human pulse field and the spatial pulse field to form the unity of body and pulse; Then use the joint resonance of the vein gate or weapon to penetrate the vein; Use the vibration of the human body's pulse field to trigger the vibration of the space pulse field, and form a pulse technique to finally vibrate the pulse. ”

"This is a relatively written statement in textbooks, if you have to make an analogy, you can just analogy it to internal forces."

"Think of the Eight Great Vessels as the Eight Meridians of the Strange Scriptures ......"

Hearing Wu He say this, Wu He, who had not spoken, did frown slightly, and interrupted:

"No, I've forgotten a lot of things, but I remember that there seem to be twelve veins in Quibali, so why are there only eight left in you?"

In this regard, Wu He shook his head, pointed to the figure he drew in the tombstone, and said:

"There are indeed twelve veins, but in general they are divided into eight major veins."

"The twelve veins are: Xuan Gu on the hands and Lunquan; Chest facing windward; Kunhai behind it; Phantom blood in the lower back; The twilight on the shoulders is still loose, the darkness on the legs is missing, and the body is broken; the circle on the heavenly spirit; Enlightenment on both temples and heart breaking. ”

"Among them, the hands, feet, sides, temples and shoulders are all divided into one category, so they are called the eight major veins."

"You know all this, let me tell you about my cultivation experience......

It seems that he is used to being a teacher, Wu He explained quite smoothly, and the stone in his hand waved more flexibly than the pen in his previous life, and soon a large string of words was written on the stone tablet.

But looking at those words that looked like tadpoles, the corners of Wu He's eyes jumped directly, and he hurriedly interrupted:

"Hey, what are you writing here, what about Chinese characters?! Have you forgotten the kanji?! ”

Hearing Wu He's reminder, Wu He, who had written a large number of tadpole texts in a row, was stunned suddenly, and then showed an embarrassed expression, stretched out his cuffs to wipe the marks on the tombstone, wiped it again and again, touched his head embarrassedly and said:

"I almost forgot ......"

"Although the language of the Kuiba world is still Chinese, it is actually more similar to English phonetic characters in writing, almost the same as spelling, a bit similar to Korean, but there are more phonetic transcriptions in the writing, so it will not be as unclear as Korean, and it cannot be used in rigorous occasions at all."

"When I first learned this thing, I spent my old nose strenching, no one over there understood Chinese characters, and I used the words I used to teach those little rabbits, and I got used to it......"

After some explanation, Wu He can be regarded as regaining his state, he has not written Chinese characters for too long, so that the words written by Wu He are a little crooked, but it is not difficult for Wu He to identify what words are.

The teaching continued until the end with the efforts and seriousness of both parties......

……

As soon as his eyes were closed, Wu He found that he had left the world of graves and gray mist, and in front of him was his former destination kitchen.

And he was still carrying the fish in his hand, just as Wu He said, everything in the misty space was fake, just a product of Wu He's subconscious, and the fish that Wu He ate was still there......

Gently raised his head and looked at the sky, he has lived here for sixteen years, and he has not learned much other skills, but Wu He has been treated well when he goes out in the past and does not know the problems of the east, west, north and south.

Not only the southeast and northwest, but even the ancients also learned the ability to look at the sky and time.

At this time, it is almost the time of the day, that is, from five o'clock to seven o'clock in Beijing time, and it is estimated that it will soon be the time of the Chen, which is also called the time of eating, morning food, etc., which is the time when the ancients ate breakfast, almost from seven to nine o'clock in Beijing time.

Because Wu He's family is a family of servants, there is no land, and he makes a living from performing arts, which is a standard hooligan. There is no need to cultivate the fields, so breakfast will be eaten later than the average family, so it is just right for Wu He to arrive at this time.

"Time has not changed, that is to say, how long it will be there, and there will be no problem with the outside world? That's not bad......"

Although in the space, Wu He was very eager for the knowledge of the pulse technique in Wu He's hands, but because he was worried about the situation in the outside world, even if Wu He repeatedly assured that time in the space was almost not flowing compared to the outside world, Wu He only forcibly wrote down the knowledge imparted by Wu He and then left directly.

It's not that Wu He doesn't trust Wu He at all, but after all, the world is different, and he hasn't seen it with his own eyes, how can Wu He be 100% sure.

Instead of having concerns and not being able to learn, it is better to memorize it, and then come out and think about it carefully.

After handing over the fish he caught to the elders who were cooking at home, and the other party was also skilled in taking it, Wu He left directly, and ran directly to his room without stopping.

Wu He is one of the few literate people in his family, so only his room has some blank paper.

However, Wu He's pen is not a brush, but a slender piece of charcoal. The brush writing is too slow, and Wu He has never practiced it in his previous life, so naturally he will not use that thing to be strong, and it is much more inconvenient to use charcoal......

As soon as he sat down at his desk, Wu He worked hard to write, racking his brains to recall every word Wu He said before, recalling every picture drawn by the other party on the stone tablet, recalling the inexplicable vibration felt by the body when the other party injected the veins into his body, and then wrote them down one by one.

Ten minutes later, looking at the paper in front of him, densely covered with a whole sheet of various words, Wu He exhaled. But then his eyes erupted with an inexplicable astonishing light, and an inexplicable confidence surrounded his whole body, and then he was angry at the bullfight.

Looking at the rising sun in the sky, Wu He only felt that he was shining like the rising sun.

"From this moment on, I have grasped the ...... of the future"

……

On the other side, the world of Kuiba......

Blood Flower Township, Qingqiu County, Sacred Beast Country, Earth Realm......

On an old locust tree in a cemetery, the gray-haired and blue-eyed boy gently bit the apple in his hand, looked at the sunset that was about to set on the horizon, and recalled the scene in the misty space......

"It seems that there is finally hope for the future......

"Bastard! Wu He! You little cub has come to the cemetery again to steal offerings......"