After more than ten days, Ye Ling and Xiaotang sat in the carriage of the caravan, Xiaotang had never seen the splendid landscapes in the south, and now they were surrounded by layers of greenery, and their mood was very happy.

It's time to go to the Martial Arts Academy, and she's full of longing for her future life.

Ye Ling, who had experienced all this, sighed helplessly and secretly.

How difficult is the path of a martial artist, just to enter the quenching realm, you have to experience the pain of washing the scriptures, the pain of cutting the marrow, and the muscles and muscles of the body are reshaped by the aura, and the pain is far beyond what people can imagine.

Xiaotang has no fever since last night, Ye Ling has checked her dantian, and now it has basically grown.

However, there is a question that Ye Ling has not spoken.

He found that after Xiaotang first gathered in the dantian, he no longer had the breath of a martial artist.

This made Ye Ling feel worried, because there was a kind of person in this world who was born unable to react with aura, and even if he awakened the bloodline of a martial artist, he could not gather aura.

As a result, the highest cultivation can only reach the peak of the Quenching Body Realm, and it cannot continue to improve.

For a martial artist, this is a natural disability, a defect that is irreversible even with pills.

Ye Ling was very worried that Xiaotang had this kind of physique.

At night, the caravan rested beside a lake.

Ye Ling, Xiaotang and Zhaocai slept in a tent, and the spirit stone lamp above their heads was hazy, exuding a hazy orange light.

Vaguely, Ye Ling asked a sweet fragrance like osmanthus.

Opening his eyes, he became alert, searching for the source of the scent.

Osmanthus trees do not grow in this area, and Ye Ling suspects that the source of the fragrance is some kind of dormant murderer.

But as soon as he quietly left the tent, the aroma faded or even disappeared perfectly.

Could it be that this smell is emanating from Xiaotang?

After more than ten days of tossing and turning, whether it is a man or a woman, there should only be the smell of sweat on his body.

What's going on with Xiaotang?

"Could it be ......" Ye Ling frowned and switched to the perception category of internal breath.

Now, he uses another way to explore Xiaotang's martial arts aura.

"Sure enough! Xiaotang is a spirit body!"

The Spirit Yuan Body is a kind of physique at the same level as the Human Yuan Body, but the number is extremely rare.

Only spirit beasts that were spirit beasts in their previous lives and have ascended to the realm of Yao Mountain, reincarnated and coincidentally merged into human races, will awaken the spirit body.

The martial arts cultivation of the spirit element body can naturally practice the spirit clan spell, and can naturally use the most primitive spirit beast power, which is a barbaric and primitive force.

"No wonder she can smash the martial artists of the Tongyuan Realm to death, and she can resist the venom of the Black Abyss Giant Serpent......"

Strictly speaking, Xiaotang has half of his bloodline, and he is of the same race as those fierce beasts!

The warriors of the human element body are more inclined to discover themselves, break through the limits of the body, and strive to compete with heaven and earth and transform the world.

The martial artists of the Lingyuan Realm are close to nature, conform to the laws, and attach importance to the balance and harmony between heaven and earth.

It can be said that these two physiques represent two completely different ways of cultivation.

Ye Ling and Zhaocai stayed away from the tent and discussed about Xiaotang.

"I really didn't expect that Xiaotang was actually a spirit element. Zhaocai also felt incredible, "I'm a Yaoshan spirit beast, but I didn't find it!"

"Hmph, you can't smell anything but your baby. Ye Ling said with a smile.

"Don't chew on my tongue, think about it, the 'Tianlu Academy' you said, does it have a mentor of the spirit body, this kind of person is not easy to find. ”

In this sentence, Zhaocai is right, in the Hongyuan Empire, there are very few people who can teach the Lingyuan body.

Martial artists with this rare bloodline are often buried because they can't find a good teacher.

Ye Ling clapped his hands lightly, "There is really a Spirit Yuan Body Mentor in the Tianlu Academy Palace this day, but ......"

"But what?"

Ye Ling had a look of embarrassment on his face, "That person's temper is very strange, although he is nominally a mentor, he often wanders around and his whereabouts are uncertain, I'm not sure I can find him this time." ”

"It's okay, you tell me what he looks like, I'll go to a rat hole next to Tianlu School Palace and guard him every day!"

Zhaocai pointed to his tent and said: "Xiaotang is a talent from our Yaoshan Mountain, and he must not be buried!"

Ye Ling smiled bitterly, "Treat Xiaotang, you are more attentive than me." ”

............

A day later, the caravan reached outside the city of Gyeongju.

After that night, the caravan suddenly increased its speed, and when Ye Ling arrived at Gyeongju City, it was much earlier than originally planned.

The annual Tianlu College enrollment ceremony is still more than a week away.

The auction of the Dragon Star Chamber of Commerce has only started for more than a month.

After Ye Ling and his party said goodbye to the caravan, they leisurely found an inn with good conditions, bathed and changed clothes, and changed into brand new clothes, and immediately felt refreshed.

Gyeongju is much richer than Cangyun City.

The three of them only came to travel, after all, once Xiaotang entered the Tianlu School Palace, there would be no such happy days.

Travel is nothing more than eating, drinking, playing, and having fun.

"Eating" is naturally the first priority.

In Ye Ling's last life, he was an exchange student for half a year in Tianlu Academy, and he knew the local customs well.

Gyeongju Fortress is famous for its "bridges", and there are 108 large and small bridges in the city.

Opposite the Lion Bridge in the south of the city, there is a small bun shop.

That family's buns are Ye Ling's favorite.

When he came to Gyeongju in his last life, he was still a penniless elementary school apprentice, and if he wanted to eat steamed buns, he had to save pocket money for a long time before he could eat one.

Now that Yefu's family is rich, he decided to take Xiaotang and Zhaocai to go there to feast.

The two of them walked out of the inn.

Ye Ling noticed that at the door of the small tavern opposite the inn, there was an old man like a beggar lying on his back.

His face was full of wine, his beard was also covered with wine stains, and he had a dirty gourd pinned to his waist, and if he looked closely, the gourd was still leaking.

The cloudy liquor leaked out of the gourd, and the old man wiped them with his fingers drop by drop and greedily put them in his mouth.

No matter how prosperous the city is, there are some wanderers, and Ye Ling knows this very well.

But this drunkard old man, Ye Ling attaches great importance to it.

"You guys wait here, I'll go back to the room!" Ye Ling ran back quickly, and specially instructed: "If that old man leaves, he must follow him!"

Xiaotang held Zhaocai in his arms, and the two looked at each other and frowned, very puzzled.

Not long after, Ye Lingfei also ran back, carrying a whole bag of gold coins in his hand.

He grabbed Xiaotang's arm and dragged him to the old drunkard.

The smell of wine in the sky made Zhaocai can't help but drill into Xiaotang's arms.

At this time, Ye Ling made an astonishing move.

He respectfully placed the gold coin pouch in the old drunkard's hand.

"Teacher. Ye Ling said in a deep voice.