Miss Meng, you can take a good look, this is lightning strike wood, it is lightning strike wood. Xiang Ming waved the piece of black wood charcoal in his hand with a feverish expression.

Meng Juntong's eyebrows shrank slightly, and when her spiritual power touched the black wood block, she really noticed something unusual.

The scorched black part outside left it alone, when Meng Juntong's spiritual power was refined and flowed into it along the wooden block. She was surprised to find that there was a faint arc of righteous and mighty electricity beating at its core, and if any cultivator sensed that breath, he would definitely be able to recognize it as Heavenly Thunder on the spot.

It is rumored that in this world, thunder often falls, splitting some special trees, which can make the outside scorched black, but the inner vitality is not endless.

And those trees that survive the lightning strike will contain a wisp of thunder from now on.

Taoists say that this is the power of the most yang and righteousness in the world, and it is the natural nemesis of all the yin and evil sneaky things in the world.

And the lightning strikes the wood every year, the first thunder falls in early spring, and the peach wood is the most precious.

At the moment, it is impossible to determine what kind of tree it was before, but it is not a sting and thunder.

Even if it wasn't the first-class Lightning Strike Wood, an ordinary Lightning Strike Wood was an extremely precious treasure for cultivators.

Meng Juntong took the piece of scorched wood from Xiang Ming's hand, and carefully investigated it dozens of times inside and out with her spiritual power, although the wisp of heavenly thunder breath was not particularly powerful, it seemed to contain a very special breath of life, it seemed that the power of Lei Yuan had been perfectly fused with the essence of this tree, which was very rare in lightning strike wood.

"If you can make a wooden sword from this lightning strike wood, let alone be chivalrous in the future, even if you want to subdue demons and eliminate demons, it will be more than enough. Xiang Ming wanted to reach out and pat Bai Yu's shoulder, but Bai Yu instinctively shrank away from it.

Xiang Ming didn't feel embarrassed, and stretched out his hand towards Meng Juntong: "Leave this work of making wooden swords to me, keep it for you, and you are satisfied." He said and pointed to the two women, who looked confident.

Meng Juntong handed over this task to Xiang Ming early in the morning, and without thinking much about it, he casually threw the lightning strike wood back to him: "You hurry up and make a sword, my Bai Yu is still waiting to practice the sword." ”

Xiang Ming tilted his head: "You can accept her as your disciple?"

"Disciple?" Meng Juntong hadn't thought about this question yet, he just wanted to teach Bai Yu some of his skills.

However, this art transmission can also be regarded as a kind of master-apprentice inheritance, but Meng Juntong is a little hesitant.

Bai Yu seemed to be reminded of something by Xiang Ming, and suddenly ran to Meng Juntong's side, and knelt down with a puff: "Disciple Bai Yu, meet Master." ”

Meng Juntong hurriedly went to help Bai Yu, there was not much age difference between the two of them, how could they do this great gift, Meng Juntong was not a bodhisattva in the temple, he liked to be bowed down by.

On one side of the white feather, on the other side Meng Juntong glared at Xiang Ming fiercely, if this guy wasn't talkative, how could there be this stubble, I'm afraid it wouldn't be possible to accept this disciple now.

"Xiao Yu, we can actually be sisters, you and I are about the same age. Meng Juntong said with a serious face.

Bai Yu shook his head, and said more seriously than her: "Mr. Storyteller has said that only the master will teach martial arts, and if I learn the master's martial arts, then I will be the master's disciple, and in the future, the master will be my father and mother, and the master will be the ......."

"Okay, okay," Meng Juntong hurriedly waved his hand to stop this girl from talking any further, what kind of nonsense storyteller is this, talking nonsense.

How can the master be the father, even if you want to preach respect for the teacher, you don't need to be so exaggerated.

Xiang Ming leaned over to Meng Juntong's side and said in a low voice: "This girl has good bones, Uncle An came back and saw it once before, and he said that if she teaches her well, she is very likely to become a female martial arts grandmaster in the future, and may even be a female grandmaster." ”

Meng Juntong was stunned, if this was really what An Jie said, it would definitely not be wrong.

The eyesight of a martial arts master may not be as good as that of a cultivator, and it is not as good as the spiritual power of Meng Juntong's dream path evolution, but the selection of martial arts and martial roots is definitely a unique vision.

"Is this true?" After all, Meng Juntong hadn't seen An Jie for a long time, but she believed that with Xiang Ming here, An Jie would not be too far away.

Xiang Ming stretched out four fingers to the sky: "I swear to God, this is by no means nonsense." ”

Meng Juntong was a little convinced, she reached out and gently touched Bai Yu's head: "It's no problem to accept you as an apprentice, but you have to promise me that you are not allowed to kneel at every turn in the future, except for our own parents and ancestors in this world, no one is worthy of us to kneel." ”

Bai Yu looked puzzled, she didn't quite understand the meaning of Meng Juntong's words.

Fortunately, Meng Juntong didn't think that she could understand it all at once, after all, Bai Yu was not like herself, and she had seen so many stories in Shaohua Dream City.

Many of the truths are also Meng Juntong officially entered the world and began to walk the rivers and lakes before she understood it little by little, and some of them were not even clear to her at this time.

Xiang Ming went to help Bai Yu make a sword, and Meng Juntong began to enter the role of a teacher.

What she wants to teach Bai Yu is martial arts and swordsmanship, so she recalls the words of her father when she was a child when she enlightened her to practice swords.

Thanks to Meng Juntong's amazing memory, even if he heard and memorized the content a long time ago, he can retell it now.

Maybe her mother was a head higher than her father in swordsmanship cultivation back then, but if she wanted to teach disciples, Meng Juntong could pat her small chest and assure everyone that there would be no more powerful than her father in this world.

Meng Juntong first told Bai Yu about some necessary martial arts foundations, such as the division of the martial arts hierarchy, starting from the most basic body forging realm, step by step to cultivate essence, determination, and then refining qi, and achieving the master of the hall realm who has entered the hall, that is, the realm where Meng Juntong is now, she talked about it in detail in the first layer, which also includes a lot of experience and experience in her own cultivation process.

After that, Meng Juntong didn't say much, after all, those realms were still quite far away from him, let alone Bai Yu.

Bai Yu didn't understand most of these contents, but Meng Juntong was not in a hurry, whether it was martial arts or sword training, these were never something that could be achieved overnight.

It takes time to polish, to comprehend with heart, and to constantly realize in hardship, and finally to integrate it into a furnace can be called martial arts.

By evening, Xiang Ming was already holding the wooden sword fart he made and running to the two of them to ask for credit.