Ke Xiaoliang's plan, of course, is not so simple.

He is the Lord of the World, the Creator, the Creator, the Dao Ancestor, the One and Ten Thousand, the Constructor of All and the Interpreter of All Things.

In the Huzhong realm, the starting point of everything he does is not just for the superficial purpose.

Even if Yang Zhenzhen was to arrange a sword master, it was only one of the more shallow of his many purposes.

For Ke Xiaoliang, if you make a contribution and reap a fruit, it will be a loss.

closed the door and sent away Yang Zhenzhen, who had skipped the spell class and sneaked out to eat pastries, Ke Xiaoliang was lazy, with a gentle and quiet smile on his face, and returned to his small courtyard.

It really looks like a contented little retreat.

There wasn't anyone around watching him.

Neither he nor Yang Zhenzhen showed any qualifications that needed to be monitored and protected.

Although Yang Zhenzhen has some outstanding advantages, his appearance is also very good, and his temperament is even more cute and playful, but these do not represent talent and cultivation... To put it bluntly, in Cuiyun Mountain, the teachers doted on her, but they didn't take her too seriously.

It is impossible for her to sneak down the mountain from time to time, and equip her with a bodyguard to study and test the people who come into contact with her.

Ke Xiaoliang just integrated some 'personality' into his daily life.

This is the excellent experience he learned from Jiuxuan's fellow disciple.

After all, it was through disguise that all the Sword Sect monks were used as monkeys.

You must understand that before Jiu Xuan stood on the top of the Jade Emperor and sat in the position of Shengmen, he was not irreplaceable.

Being able to let the Sword Sect hand over such an important position to him is also a level and a means.

The disguise of his true identity has also reached a realm.

Sitting cross-legged on the futon in the room, he began to meditate on luck.

With the spread of the way of the grandmaster, the exploration of the way of the great grandmaster, the true qi fed back from the high martial world is also a little more turbulent.

With the breath again and again, the spirit stones around him were shattered.

Ke Xiaoliang's Qi cultivation layer came to the thirty-fourth level.

The true qi has become completely colorless and transparent, and has become viscous.

Ke Xiaoliang had a hunch that once the true qi broke through the fortieth level, even if he had not been ignited and had not broken into the demon embryo realm, he would be able to guide the spirit to combine with the true qi and contain the first wisp of mana.

This is contrary to the so-called cultivation of qi realm recorded in the book, unable to generate mana on its own.

However, Ke Xiaoliang can understand the true intention of this 'wrong' record.

It is to avoid some young monks who are arrogant and choose the wrong path. As for the monks who have really reached a considerable level of qi training... Who will still believe what is written in the book?

In the final analysis, cultivation is always the same end.

So in comparison, whether it is a shortcut to practice qi all the time, or to break through the realm and get a certain strength first, it is a shortcut... It's a matter of opinion.

"In fact, it is not a question of shortcuts or not, but of resource consumption. ”

"Ordinary monks, how can I have such abundant resources? there are several worlds to provide for me. If the resources for cultivation are limited, then of course cultivation is like building a tower, stacking and accumulating layer by layer, and as long as the foundation of the next layer is slightly stable, it will continue to go up until it reaches the sky. And obsessing with practicing Qi is like building a road, a road that surrounds the whole world, and then slowly rises and slowly leads to the sky. When the road is opened, I can walk any way, and the world I can see will naturally be broader. ”

"Only by practicing qi at the fortieth level can you give birth to mana on your own. And after practicing Qi ten times, you only need to cast a magic embryo to give birth to mana, and the difference in resource consumption is not just astronomical?"

Ke Xiaoliang slowly suppressed his own thoughts, continued to carry the true qi quietly, and then continued to run Zhou Tian in his body with the ever-changing but seemingly formless true qi.

Under the dual-purpose situation, part of Ke Xiaoliang's spirit was put into the Huzhong realm.

Half a day in reality, five days have passed in the Gaowu world.

The battle between the Taishan Sword Formation and the Ancient Divine Power has come to an end.

Those masters of the Jianghu martial arts and the imperial court are still chasing and killing the ancient gods.

The ambushes set up before, of course, failed to completely kill the ancient supernatural powers, but only made the ancient supernatural powers' injuries more serious.

At this time, the ancient supernatural power was hiding under a glacier in the north, disguising himself as a stone, secretly and silently licking his wounds, and at the same time, the hatred echoing in his mind became more and more crazy and public.

"The vitality is quite vigorous, I thought I would have to spend a little magic value to make him some inconspicuous little elixir to maintain his life, but now I see... Not necessarily. Ke Xiaoliang thought about it, so he retracted his perspective, and then looked at Ling Linglu and Tie Shou, who had already tracked down the Leizhou Guild Hall.

Ling Linglu and Tie Hand had already set aside the other three heels beside them at this time.

They quietly lurked outside the Leizhou Guild Hall, watching those who came in and out.

It looks low-key and unassuming, but in front of the Leizhou Hall in the corner of the Beijing Acropolis, there are often people coming and going.

"Dalin, Wudang, Xianhe, Beggar Gang, Pai Gang, Jianghu Sanren... This Leizhou Guild Hall can gather so many figures from all sides, even if these people are in their original organization, they are just some inconspicuous little people, once they are united, it is also a huge power. No wonder... You can do something big like that. ”

"I just don't know who is responsible for leading behind them, and what kind of strength they have. Ling Linglu and Tie Hand hid in the shadows, each thinking about their own thoughts.

At the door of the Leizhou Guild Hall, a raggedly dressed and sloppy beggar disciple met a Qingcheng disciple.

The two don't seem to get along too well.

They talked to each other in small talk, but their faces were hideous.

At this moment... What Ling Linglu and the others heard was such a conversation.

"Have you eaten?"

"Eat!"

At this time, the beggar disciple had already raised the iron rod in his hand.

"What are you eating?" The Qingcheng disciple took his long sword out of its sheath, as if he was about to draw his sword and cut it.

"What I eat is steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer tail, roasted duck, roasted chicken, roasted goose, braised pig, braised duck, sauce chicken, bacon, pine flower tripe, dried meat, sausage... I'm full!" The beggar disciple came with a name for the dish.

And as more and more names of dishes were reported, the expression of the Qingcheng disciple became more and more ugly, and the green tendons on the hand holding the sword flared up.

"They... Are you asking about eating?" Ling Linglu asked to the Iron Hand Transmission.

Tie Shou said: "Maybe it's the code, you write down these words, and then let the people of Tianluo check it, maybe they have a set of their own code system, as long as we find the trick of the code, we can know what they said." ”

Ling Linglu sighed and said, "Although I don't understand their codes, what are they talking about... I still know a little bit. ”

"The long list of names of the beggar disciples... After all, learning to quarrel is also a compulsory course for the disciples of the beggar gang. ”

"The most scolding methods on the rivers and lakes are none other than the flowers of the beggar gang. Ling Linglu concluded as if with deep feelings.