Jiang Wuming smiled a little proudly, he got this handle very right, the price of the purple clay pot is not expensive, and the one in his hand is a famous boutique, although the old man Jiang is not a person who loves money, but this purple clay pot is of great significance to him, and it was given by an old friend of his.

Both sides are human spirits, and the old man Jiang himself knows that he can't take advantage, so he just secretly sighs that he is not an opponent of young people, and the back waves of Yunjiang can indeed shoot the front waves.

"The old man really didn't hide anything from you, maybe the stroke just now seemed great to you, but it actually only inspired the power of the sigil itself and had nothing to do with the old man. ”

"As for the dry pen, the old man also said that it was a gift from a friend, it should be a bit of a history, and the old man only knows that this can control a part of the runes, and the old man has not studied anything else, if he guesses well, it should be a thing in the cultivation realm, which is the so-called magic weapon and the like....."

Old Man Jiang said so, his expression was natural and there was nothing to hide.

"What's the use of you giving me such a good magic weapon? I'm not a monk. ”

Jiang Wuming was puzzled, in his opinion, only monks could manipulate magic weapons, and mortals who had magic weapons but did not have spiritual power were useless to hold magic weapons.

"Xu Nuo gave you the traction technique, and the grade of the traction technique is okay, enough for you to extract spiritual power and simply use the magic weapon, as for this dry pen..... Nature is used to paint. ”

Old man Jiang looked at Jiang Wuming and was a little speechless, this kid didn't even appreciate it, the magic weapon is not easy to get among the monks, not to mention the dry pen that is related to the rune, after all, a magic weapon consumes not only the treasure of heaven and earth, but also the hard work of the treasure refiner, the monk also consumes a lot of wealth and resources in the process of cultivation, which may be extremely difficult to maintain, and the price of the magic weapon is expensive, not to mention the need to spend time to maintain, so to put it simply, this magic weapon is a luxury in the eyes of ordinary monks, and he doesn't dare to think about it at all.

But this dry pen is different, Old Man Jiang has never bothered to maintain it for so many years, and only occasionally plays with it, he already knows the magic of this pen, but he is not worried that he will invest too much in this pen.

After all, it's just for painting.

The dry pen in his hand still couldn't see anything abnormal, Jiang Wuming had no choice but to give up and return the purple clay pot to Old Man Jiang, he also knew that it was impossible to really break the purple clay pot, after all, this purple clay pot meant a lot to Old Man Jiang, and he was just a joke threat.

So back to the room, Jiang Wuming's room and Mr. Jiang are not far away, and the decoration of the room is also very casual, the space is very open and at the same time it seems extremely monotonous, just a pair of seats, a large bed and a few huge bookcases, Jiang Wuming is not satisfied with his room, but he is not repulsed, indeed, this room is not very delicate in the eyes of ordinary people, but he is familiar after all, and people are more open in their familiar environment, and their mood will be more comfortable than outside.

As the so-called golden nest and silver nest are not as good as their own kennels.

But just as Jiang Wuming pushed open the door a little tiredly and was about to lie directly on his wide bed, a roar suddenly came from the entire room, and then a pound of spiritual power appeared from the walls in all directions of this room without showing it, this spiritual power was really pure, and even swept in with the sound of the wind.

'What'

Jiang Wuming didn't watch out for this hand, he was swept around the room by the spiritual power, and it could be seen that this spiritual power would not hurt him, but it was also uncomfortable to roll around on the ground, at this time, he said that he was not embarrassed and fake, as if he was dragged home by the old man Jiang with a bag containing wild boars on the road, the whole person was disheveled and his hair was flying, and he had no temperament at all.

Soon, Jiang Wuming saw some doorways, he found that half of the walls of his room were inlaid with dense green stones, each of these stones looked very ordinary, but this density was extremely unusual when they were lined together, and all the spiritual power in the entire room was emitted from these stones, and these spiritual powers accumulated a lot, and no one controlled them, at this time, they swept away like crazy, Jiang Wuming looked at these stones more and more familiarly, and finally realized after being swept again.

Aren't these stones a miniature version of the spiritual power jade in Old Man Jiang's hand at that time?

Sure enough, it's this old boy

Jiang Wuming felt angry when he thought about it, his physical fitness was not bad, but in the end, he was an ordinary person, and he would feel unbearable if he was swept by spiritual power more times, and at this time, he had been swept away by three waves of careful selection, and his already tired body was even weaker at this time, and he couldn't help but scold this old man Jiang's room.

But this scolding is scolding, he is still swept by spiritual power helplessly, and his dizzy and confused brain didn't come up with a way at all, but became more and more unconscious under the impact of spiritual power, yes, the dry pen is indeed in his sleeve, but he really can't use the dry pen, Jiang Wuming groped around on his body and was about to give up, but at this moment, his hand seemed to touch something.....

It seems like..... It is a bamboo slip.....

It seems that this bamboo slip was given to him by Xu Nuo.....

And the one above seems to be ..... Is..... Lead-in.....

And what does this lead do..... It's to absorb spiritual power!

I forgot that I could still absorb spiritual power

Jiang Wuming seemed to have found a way out in the torrent of spiritual power, he trembled and took out the bamboo slip, the big characters on it seemed so meaningful in his eyes at this time, it was like a supreme law record, and he couldn't wait to learn and comprehend with a burning heart.

Sea of Clouds Migration!

Such a lofty name at first glance must have saved me from this damn spiritual power sweep!

Jiang Wuming reluctantly sat down cross-legged in his spiritual power, and he excitedly opened the bamboo slip and began to read it for the first time.

The bamboo slips are quite humane, the text on it is still popular current text, although the length is not much, it will not be too esoteric at first glance, it is basically dantian, chakra and other words, Jiang Wuming grabbed the time to look while stabilizing his body, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was wrong, and finally gasped again after reading it.

'Only the small realm of this induction technique can attract spiritual power between breaths, this does not seem to be difficult, you just need to find the law of the dantian to breathe, but the problem is that I don't ..... at all You won't find your own way to the law of your dantian!'

"There is another method that seems to be very easy, you just need to shout the mantra and then simply perform the exercise shown in the picture in the spiritual power, but it is not easy to stabilize it in the spiritual power, let alone shout the mantra to do the exercise!"

Jiang Wuming thought like this, and his eyes showed a fine light, and the direction of his king Old Man Jiang's room seemed to be able to hear bursts of laughter coming from inside, as if he was laughing at his helplessness and embarrassment.

He raised his hand, and his mouth also recited the mantra of the Cloud Sea Migration Technique, and Jiang Wuming's eyes at this moment were filled with a ..... Peculiar rage!

'A soldier may be killed, but not disgraced!'