The book "Muscle and Bone Refining" is not unusual, and it is one of the many books that explain the martial arts realm. Originally written by an unknown sect, the book has been published in many different rubbings because of its easy to understand content, and since it has been circulated and many people have added to it.

In the hut, Mo Shiping gently opened the first page of "The Little Refinement of Muscles and Bones", and there were a few opening sentences recorded on it.

"The small refining method of muscles and bones is the experience of my Jade Toad Sect. There are all kinds of wonderful methods in the world, all of which can cross the three realms of martial arts. My faction privately thinks that the three realms of martial artists, forging the body is secondary, and refining the heart is the main thing. This method is not profound and obscure, and the practitioner only needs to remember one word, and the word is bitter. ”

Mo Shiping raised his eyebrows slightly, and did not continue to turn back, but turned his head to Wang Fugui on the side and quipped: "Generally speaking, the beginning is often a summary of the whole book. The same is true of the beginning of this small practice, which tells us that we must be prepared to endure hardships before we learn. ”

"Coincidentally, isn't what we are best at is enduring hardship?" Wang Fugui replied with a smile. He who is not literate is most familiar with the word hardship.

Mo Shiping smiled and nodded, thinking that the sect that wrote this book was not aimed at young people from poor backgrounds, most of it was to remind those rich children.

Children from poor families have never suffered anything. They are not worried about how bitter they are suffering, but only that there is no hope in the suffering. And most of the sufferings are really hopeless.

Mo Shiping continued to turn back, there are three chapters in this "Little Refinement of Muscles and Bones", each chapter corresponds to a realm.

It is pointed out in "The Little Refining of Muscles and Bones" that one stone is four jun, one jun is thirty catties, one catty is sixteen taels, and one tael is twenty-four plants. It is rare for a normal mortal to lift a stone with a stone. But the weight of the ants is less than one hundred and one of a plant, but it can lift a plant, which is its innate reason, but it can still be imitated.

The human body is endlessly mysterious, and it is difficult to see it all his life. The so-called cultivation is nothing more than the word exercise, forging one's body and refining one's mind. Its master, the body is comparable to the body of gold and stone, and the fist can still break the wood and destroy the stone, which is called the realm of martial arts.

Reading this, Mo Shiping paused for a moment, and he remembered that when he was in the Big Turtle Mountain, the burly Cao Dong had said that the eldest grandfather and he were both martial artists of the Three Realms.

Thinking of this, the corners of Mo Shiping's mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly, it turned out that the eldest grandfather had been telling him that he was very good before, not bragging. When the eldest grandfather was young, he must have been a suave chivalrous man in the novel, right?

But the next moment, Mo Shiping clenched his teeth with a sad expression, and he couldn't help but think of the appearance of his grandfather dodging in front of him, sharp wolf claws stabbed out of his chest abruptly, and bright red blood flowers bloomed all over his chest.

But now Mo Shiping thinks back, but he has one more doubt, what is the wolf demon who has become a spirit?

At that time, Mo Shiping chose to let go of the wolf demon, he felt that he was unreasonable, and it was their group that entered the territory of the wolf demon first. In addition, this wolf demon also has an heir, and even gave up the opportunity to escape after being seriously injured and faked his death, and chose to stay where he was and wait for the opportunity to ambush, in order to win the last chance to protect his child.

Human nature, this is the reason why Mo Shiping saw in the wolf demon the most difficult for him to hurt the killer. What is the difference between the wolf demon's behavior and the grandfather, in order to protect the cherished person, even if he dies, what does it matter?

Now that Mo Shiping thinks about it, he has become a wolf demon, and he also has feelings, so he can even suppress his instinct to survive. Could it be that the more the wolf demon cultivates in the future, the more it has the consciousness of a human being, and in the end, what is the difference between it and a human?

"You've heard a lot of anecdotes, are there any about the beasts that have become essences?" Mo Shiping put down the "Little Refining of Muscles and Bones" in his hand, and suddenly asked softly.

When Wang Fugui heard this, he glanced at him strangely, and he was a little curious why Mo Shiping suddenly asked a question that had nothing to do with the current cultivation.

However, Wang Fugui still thought for a moment before replying: "I have heard people mention that this beast that has become a fine beast is not ordinary ferocity, not only powerful but also good at using strategies, and often requires three to five experienced hunters to work together to deal with it. But I've never heard of a beast in my place, and I think it's all rumors, for how can a beast be so clever, and it's all a good hunter who boasts of his majesty. ”

Mo Shiping shook his head and said with a serious expression: "It's not a rumor, there is a wolf demon in Big Turtle Mountain. And I guess that the real monkey brew is mostly made by the hands of monkeys who have become fine. ”

After he said this, Wang Fugui's eyes immediately appeared in front of the mist surrounding the halfway of the mountainside of the turtle mountain, at that time he thought it was just a wonder, but now that he thinks about it, it must be inseparable from this beast that has become a spirit.

"This big turtle mountain is really weird. Wang Fugui sighed lightly, when he and Mo Shiping went to the halfway up the mountain together, Mo Shiping told him not to step on the halfway up the mountain, it turned out to be such a reason.

Mo Shiping nodded, although he has lived on the Big Turtle Mountain with his grandfather since he was a child, he still knows little about the Big Turtle Mountain, and he has never been above the mountainside, and the Big Turtle Mountain must have hidden a lot of secrets.

"Well, it's too early to think about that. Mo Shiping sighed secretly, dispelling the idea of wanting to find out in his heart, the top priority was to embark on the path of cultivation as soon as possible, so as to cope with the sect trial in three months.

Mo Shiping didn't feel that he had won the battle, although he won the Yuwen Cheshui victory, and he seemed to be the strongest among the teenagers, but after all, it was still the time when he had not stepped into the cultivation. When I really stepped into the cultivation, there were more uncertain things, and I was not only facing the same batch of teenagers, but also the inner disciples who had already entered the Imperial Spirit Sect.

"Huh?" Mo Shiping suddenly thought of a question, since the Imperial Spirit Sect has a total of forty inner disciples, except for the ten new entrants, there are already thirty inner disciples who have entered the Imperial Spirit Sect earlier. According to the meaning of the purple-robed old man, if you want to become an inner disciple, you can only pass the trial once every twenty years, so the age of these thirty inner disciples is not too young, at least they are about to enter middle age.

Thinking of this, Mo Shiping's expression was a little strange, three months later, there is a high probability that there will be a middle-aged uncle among his opponents, and there may even be an old man who is over half a hundred years old?

Mo Shiping thought about it carefully and felt that it was unlikely, didn't the old man in the purple robe also say that the purpose of the founding of the Imperial Spirit Sect was to cultivate talented teenagers.

So, Mo Shiping talked to Wang Fugui about his inner thoughts, and the two discussed it, but they still felt that there should be no older inner disciples.

"Isn't there a sect trial every year? If you speculate according to the rules set this year, it is very likely that there were a total of thirty inner disciples last year, and twenty of them were to be replaced. In this way, the Imperial Spirit Sect has been open for sixty years, that is, there have been sixty sect trials, which should be to ensure that the inner disciples every year are talented teenagers, which is also in line with the purpose of the sect that the old man said. ”

Wang Fugui was active, and after careful consideration, he gave this answer.

Mo Shiping nodded, indeed, it is reasonable to speculate like Wang Fugui.

Whether it was the strategy proposed by Wang Fugui during the trial or the inferences analyzed now, Mo Shiping felt that Wang Fugui, who seemed to be very arrogant, was actually very delicate. So he couldn't help but quip: "Wang Fugui, if you go to study, you will probably be able to become the prime minister." ”

"If you can't be it, they all say that the prime minister can support the boat in his belly, but I can't do it in my stomach, I can hold a grudge. Wang Fugui shook his head vigorously, although his expression was smiling, but after all, he hid a trace of loneliness that even Mo Shiping didn't notice.

Mo Shiping smiled and patted him on the shoulder, said no more, and continued to flip through the books in his hand.

People refine their physique, the power of one stone is an ordinary person, the power of gathering two stones is to enter the first realm of martial artists, the power of gathering three stones is to enter the second realm of martial artists, and the power of gathering four stones is to enter the three realms of martial artists.

Reading this, Mo Shiping frowned and thought about it, one stone is four pounds, and one pound is thirty pounds, which means that you must have at least two hundred and forty pounds of strength to be regarded as a martial artist.

"Unbelievable. Mo Shiping couldn't help but murmur softly. The three realms of martial artists have the strength of four hundred and eighty catties, and this punch can kill a cow in the past, right?

But what was recorded in the book was even more shocking to him.

The power of the four stones is comparable to the threshold of the three realms of martial artists, and it is impossible to enter the house. Those who have reached the peak in the real Three Realms can often gather the power of seven or eight stones, and the power to destroy mountains and rivers is unstoppable.

Among the three realms, there is the king realm. Those who are in the realm of kings, ten stones, he will enter the realm of rocks one day.

"The King's Realm. Mo Shiping muttered softly. He remembered that Cao Dong, the burly man at the beginning, called himself the pinnacle of the Three Realms, but never mentioned the Wang Realm. Thinking that this royal realm is still above the peak, I am afraid that Cao Dong should be the peak of the three realms mentioned in the article, and he can gather the power of seven or eight stones, which is not comparable to the king realm.

Mo Shiping pondered the wording for a while, and then carefully explained the content mentioned in "Muscle and Bone Refining" with Wang Fugui.

After hearing this, Wang Fugui's eyes widened in surprise, especially when he heard that the last ten stones could enter the king realm, he couldn't believe it.

"The power of ten stones, that is, a thousand catties?!Is this really the strength that a person can have?" Wang Fugui said to himself in a little stunned.

Mo Shiping frowned lightly and thought about it, as if he had read such a sentence in the novel.

"In the past, there was a number of overlords, who only held the feet of a thousand catties, pulling mountains and rivers, three ups and three downs, and astonishing everyone. ”

In the past, Mo Shiping always thought that the image of the overlord was deliberately exaggerated in the novel, and it was a habitual trick for the sake of intrigument. But now that I think about it, the self-proclaimed overlord is very likely to have set foot in the king realm of the three realms of martial arts.

Thinking of this, Mo Shiping couldn't help but sigh lightly: "Perhaps, we all underestimate ourselves too much." As mentioned earlier in the book, the human body is infinitely mysterious, and it is difficult to see it in a lifetime. ”

Wang Fugui nodded, there was no discouragement in his expression, on the contrary, there was irrepressible expectation in his eyes. Wang Fugui, who had endured all the hardships, finally felt that he had bitten the bitterness of hiding hope. This time, no matter what, he won't let go.

"Hey, Mo Shiping, we must become the kings. ”

"Hmm. Mo Shiping smiled and replied softly, he knew that both of them had reasons why they had to enter the king's realm, and the reasons were very heavy.

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At the entrance of the northern frontier of the monks of all continents, the old Confucian with an old wrinkled face raised his head and squinted at the sword qi that split the sky and went straight to him, he didn't try to dodge, because he knew very well in his heart that he couldn't dodge.

The reason is very simple, the person who came out of the sword is Yu Chengfeng, and it is the sword qi that is split by the famous sword Da Jiangdong, this sword contains the intention of killing, and since ancient times, scholars have the power to bind chickens?

The old Confucian stopped where he was, and complained with a smile: "Except for scholars, swordsmen hold the most grudges." ”

"Boom!"

The cloudless sky suddenly exploded, and a winding thunderbolt suddenly appeared and smashed on the mighty sword qi.

A bolt from the blue!

The collision between the sword qi and the falling thunder made a huge abnormal sound, and waves of qi rushed from the center to the sky like a tide, and many monks on the passenger ship were stunned.

Seeing this, the old Confucian bowed slightly, and hurriedly covered his ears, like an ordinary man who was afraid of thunder.

After a few moments, the smoke vanished.

Only then did the old Confucian straighten up his back, raised his hand and patted his chest, straightened his clothes, and whispered to himself: "I'm scared to death, I almost thought I was really going to die." ”

Standing in the northernmost sword sect of Northern Xinjiang, Yu Chengfeng silently put the sword Dajiangdong into the scabbard, and did not split another sword. Yu Chengfeng stood alone at the height of the attic, frowning and looking at Dongsheng Shenzhou from afar.

From the very beginning, he knew that it was impossible for him to really kill the old Confucian with a sword. This is probably the only "ordinary man" he can't kill.

No one would believe it when he said it, and Yu Chengfeng, who was all a sword in the fairyland, was helpless against an old Confucian with a mortal body.

"Old monster. Yu Chengfeng sighed lightly, withdrew his gaze from afar, and hid alone in the depths of the Sword Sect.

He is the only one in the Sword Sect of Nuoda, all of this is due to the plan of the old Confucian more than ten years ago, how can he not hate.

Even so, for more than ten years, Yu Chengfeng has silently guarded the northernmost part of the human race, making the demon clan behind him hate it but helpless.

After all, Yu Chengfeng was the only sword cultivator left in the Terran Immortal Realm, and he was the sword cultivator at the peak of the Twelve Realms.

The high lethality of the sword cultivator had already made the demon clan a little frightened in the collision more than ten years ago.

In Dongsheng Shenzhou, the Thunder Emperor in coarse linen is leading a red-haired Red Wolf to visit an old friend. As for the thunderbolt on a sunny day thousands of miles away, it was naturally from him.

"This old scholar still likes to cause trouble so much. As he walked, the Thunder Emperor, who had gray temples but was still in good spirits, suddenly smiled and complained.

At this time, the old Confucian had already smiled and continued to hurry, as if he had completely forgotten that his life was hanging by a thread.

"The thin life scholar is a chicken rib, but he laughs and respects his fists. Ridiculously ridiculous. The old Confucian smiled and smiled but sighed quietly, he was a little tired when he was old.