Yun Que frowned when he heard about the corpse refining technique.
This kind of technique sounds like a Taoist or witchcraft method. I am a martial artist and have no magic power at all. How can I practice it?
After expressing his doubts, Old Monster Mo laughed twice.
"My corpse refining technique is naturally different from others. It comes from an ancient secret method. Corpse refining is just the first level of the technique. This technique does not require magic or spiritual power. As long as your soul is strong enough, you will have the opportunity to practice it. "
"Using the soul to control the corpse?" Yun Que was greatly puzzled. This method was unheard of.
"Mana comes from cultivation."
Mr. Mo explained with his hands behind his back: "Taoists cultivate inner alchemy, Confucianism cultivates literary courage, Buddhism cultivates original mind, Wushu cultivates Gu Dao, and martial arts cultivate Qi and blood. The essence of all major cultivation methods in the world, except for martial arts, is nothing more than martial arts. Four words, connecting the world!”
Yun Que looked solemn and listened quietly.
"A martial artist has no inner elixir and no literary courage. The only chance to communicate between heaven and earth is the power of the soul."
Mr. Mo continued in a deep tone: "The method of controlling the power of the soul is rare in the world. My corpse refining technique is one of them. If you can master it, you can control the corpse refining in battle, which is equivalent to having an extra right and left arm. ."
"Students are stupid, I'm afraid they won't be able to learn. Besides, I don't think it will be of much use if a martial artist learns the corpse refining technique." Yun Que truthfully expressed his thoughts.
"Haha, you'll know if it's useful or not."
As Old Monster Mo smiled, he didn't see any movement, but the corpse of the nine-headed rat next to him actually started to move.
Punch at Yun Que!
Yun Que's reaction was not slow either. He also took action and exchanged punches with the opponent.
The body of the nine-headed rat flew backwards until it had moved several feet before stopping.
Yun Que took a step back.
Even though he just took a step back, Yun Que was greatly surprised.
What he had just used was the strength of an eighth-grade warrior, and although the Nine-Headed Rat's punch was not as powerful as his own, it was still as powerful as a ninth-grade peak warrior.
How can a corpse retain its cultivation!
"He was an eighth-level warrior when he was alive. After he was pulled out of the prison, he should have been thrown into a mass grave outside the city. I bought him with twenty taels of silver. After using the corpse refining technique to sacrifice him, he retained his ninth-level cultivation."
Mr. Mo said hoarsely with a slight complacency: "This is the strange thing about corpse refining. It can preserve part of the corpse's cultivation level. If there is a seventh-grade corpse, after it is made into a refined corpse, it will have an eighth-grade cultivation level. A sixth-grade corpse, You can keep the seventh-level cultivation level, and so on, how about it, do you think this is useful?"
"If I have the corpse of a first-grade warrior, can I make a refined corpse with second-grade combat power?" Yun Que asked in surprise.
Based on this calculation, people who practice corpse refining techniques would already be invincible.
"Don't think too beautifully. The first-level realm is not something we can relate to. Even if there is a corpse, it may not be able to be sacrificed."
After Mr. Mo finished speaking in a sinister tone, he handed Yun Que an ancient booklet recording the method of corpse refining.
"If you don't understand something, you can come and ask me. Don't rush into anything greedy for success, otherwise your soul may be broken..."
Mr. Mo pointed to a row of large tanks in the corner and said in a strange tone: "These senior brothers of yours are the best examples."
After saying that, Mr. Mo floated out of the door silently, followed by the nine-headed rat and the spliced white bones.
Yun Que then opened the vat and took a look. It was all white bones!
No wonder there are so few people in the West Tower. It turns out that it’s not that no one comes, but that the people who come are all dead!
"Corpse Refining Technique..."
This thing sounds good, but Yun Que has no intention of practicing it, it is too dangerous.
Without even flipping through it, Yun Que threw the pamphlet directly at his residence.
Rather than having another refined corpse to help fight, it's better to be alive on your own.
He didn't want to have a junior brother fish out his scattered bones from the vat a few years later and reassemble them.
Lying on the bed, Yun Que somewhat understood the rules of Tianqi Academy.
The things that the teacher teaches are all kinds of strange, and students can learn them at will.
But if you die in an accident while practicing, it has nothing to do with the teacher who taught you the method.
This is also the reason why many students died in Xilou, but Mr. Mo can still stay in Baihua Palace.
Wake up to dawn.
While eating breakfast in the dining hall, Yun Que noticed that someone across from him was looking at him, and he was so close that his eyes almost fell into his rice bowl.
When he looked up, it was Tu Su's big face.
The Great Khan of the Prairie had two dark circles under his eyes and swallowed hard. Man Shen next to him also looked the same, like two hungry wolves.
"What's wrong, Dahan? Is something wrong?" Yun Que said.
"Well... Junior Brother Yun, you ate my food last time, can you treat me to a meal today? I'm really hungry." Tu Su said weakly.
"Why don't you eat Mr. Donglou's head tofu? It's very filling." Yun Que said while eating.
"That's for human consumption... well, normal people definitely can't eat it. Only heroes like Junior Brother Yun dare to eat it!" Tu Su quickly changed his mind.
Yun Que heard this funny and said:
"Whatever you want to eat, I'll treat you to this meal."
When Tu Su and Man Shen heard this, they turned around and ran away. Soon they brought over a large basin of steamed buns, with hundreds of them.
Yun Que's eyes widened.
This meal is enough for three days!
"Junior Brother Yun is still generous!"
"I will give you two sheep from now on!"
The two of them ate with their heads down.
Since he said he was going to treat him, Yun Que paid the bill readily.
"It's best to get a student uniform from the Martial Arts Hall."
Yun Que was thinking about how to sneak into the Martial Arts Palace. Don't expect that stingy guy Mei Qian.
Yun Que quickly thought of someone.
House stone.
Fang Shi is doing business in the academy and wonders if there are any student uniforms for sale.
Coming out of the dining hall, I saw many students surrounding the North Building.
There is no teacher in the North Building. Usually this is a place for other students to hang out. There are not many people. I wonder what happened today.
Yun Que happened to be passing by and walked up to take a look.
I heard some news soon.
There is a new gentleman in the North Tower!
There are currently only three gentlemen teaching on the four floors of Baihua Hall, East, West, North and South. Yun Que is also curious about who the last Mr. Beilou is. It would be better if he teaches martial arts.
Just as he was looking at the excitement, Yun Que noticed that there were people crowding behind him.
Looking back, he saw a frail young man with a sword on his back and a plaster on his nose. He didn't know who had beaten him.
Yun Que recognized this person.
On the night of the assessment, the guy who planned to sneak into the academy with him was locked out by him.
"Why did you come in?" Yun Que said strangely.
"Since it is a place of learning, why can't those who are dedicated to learning come in?" The young man saw Yun Que and subconsciously rubbed his nose.
"You are not a student." Yun Que said.
"I am indeed not a student, but I am a gentleman!" The young man pointed to the plaster on his nose and said, "The door is closed so hard, you have to pay me for the medicine."
Seeing the young man struggling to squeeze into the crowd, Yun Que couldn't laugh or cry.
If I had told you that you were sir, I would have opened the door for you.
Besides, what kind of gentleman is this? He can be hurt even if he closes the door. He is so weak.
The young gentleman finally squeezed into the north building and stood in the hall and shouted:
"Everyone, be quiet. From today on, I will be teaching in the North Building!"
The young gentleman coughed, raised his head and said: "Everything is inferior, only reading is good. There is so much injustice in the world, but only the sword can level it. My name is Jian Pingzhi!"
The surroundings were quiet for a moment.
The name Jian Pingzhi is weird enough, but it sounds very domineering and sharp, with a sense of sharpness.
Soon a student asked:
"What is the master teaching? Is it the way of swordsmanship?"
Jian Pingzhi waved his hand slowly and said with a smile: "The knowledge I teach is somewhat special, called Shinto."
There were exclamations all around.
The term Shinto is really new, and no one has heard of it.
"What is Shinto?"
Someone asked loudly.
Jian Pingzhi said gently with a smile on his face:
"The Shinto is a way of practice that I have developed for many years by gathering the essence of Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism. It creates a new world and a new way of practice."
Good guy!
Yun Que was shocked after hearing this. This Jian Pingzhi planned to open up a new cultivation system.
Do what a saint does!
All the students exclaimed in surprise.
Even the Academy Grand Prix did not dare to say that he would create a new world. This new gentleman's tone was too loud.
Some interested students asked questions, wanting to know what was so mysterious about Shinto.
Jian Pingzhi could see that he was very happy. He raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet and said:
"To put it simply, Shinto is to ask the gods to come forward, borrow the power of the gods, ride the wind and waves, and open mountains and fill the seas!"
After finishing the sentence, there was only a crash.
In the crowded hall, no one was left.
Yun Que muttered as he walked:
"Fortune-telling in the east building, singing and dancing in the south building, autopsy in the west building, and great dancing in the north building. The Baihua Hall is really lively, and there is just a table of the Four Heavenly Kings."
Jian Pingzhi was stunned.
"Why are you all leaving? The mysteries of Shinto are so extraordinary and unpredictable. Isn't there anyone who wants to learn them? Why don't you come and listen to them even if you don't want to learn them? My lectures are so interesting!"
Mr. Beilou shouted hard, but unfortunately no one paid attention.
As Yun Que walked, his eyes moved.
There is murderous intent!
With the keenness of a warrior, Yun Que looked to the right.
As expected, he met a pair of murderous eyes.
Not far away, at the entrance of the south building, stood a slim figure, wearing a light blue pleated skirt, with long hair like a waterfall, shoulders as straight as a waist, and a face as beautiful as jade.
It's the dome dance.
It's just that the dancing fairy's eyes were so cold as to kill someone, and she was glaring at Yun Que.
Yun Que naturally refused to be outdone and stared back at the other party.
Your eyes are big. Isn’t it amazing? My eyes are not small either!
As for the apology.
That is impossible.
It's none of my business that you two sisters look exactly the same.
After staring for a while, Qiong Wu turned around and walked back to the south building. It seemed that he was preparing to learn to dance, and he was also wearing a dance skirt.
Yun Que was secretly curious.
Qiongwu and Amei are definitely sisters.
But their situations are very different.
One is studying in the academy, and the other is in prison.
What is the reason?
Yun Que was too lazy to think about other people's affairs, but happened to see Fang Shi, so he chased after him.
"Senior Brother Fang, stay."
"Junior Brother Yun looks good. Do you want to save some money?"
"If you don't want to save money, let me ask some questions. Since Senior Brother Fang sells things here, I wonder if there are any student uniforms from the Martial Arts Hall. I plan to buy one."
"Junior Brother Yun is really good at joking. Student uniforms are the property of the academy. How can a student's identity certificate be bought or sold? If the academy finds out, he will be expelled."
"That's it, forget it."
"I just happened to pick up a student uniform from the Yanwu Hall two days ago. If Junior Brother Yun recognizes the person who lost it, he can take it away for him. I only charge a storage fee of one hundred taels of silver."
Yun Que glanced at the other party suspiciously and said, "Seriously?"
"There is no joke in buying and selling."
As he spoke, Fang Shi led Yun Que to a small room in the east building. Sure enough, he took out a set of Yanwu Hall student uniforms embroidered with swords, which were brand new.
Yun Que happily gave out one hundred taels of silver notes.
Although he is reluctant to part with money, sneaking into the martial arts hall is the most important thing.
After getting the clothes, Yun Que said:
"Senior Brother Fang should know what I want these clothes for. If I am discovered and caught by the Yanwu Hall, aren't you afraid of being implicated?"
"I believe in Junior Brother Yun's character."
Fang Shi took out a strange stone full of small holes and said with a smile: "The best magic weapon, the phonograph stone. The conversation we just traded has been recorded. I picked it up in the student uniform. You just paid to take it away for the owner." , I am a cautious person, and I always have a back-up plan in all my transactions.”
Yun Que raised his thumb and said, "Senior Brother Fang is indeed a businessman."
Fang Shi chuckled, took out another piece of strange jade and said: "I also have a photo jade here. For some important transactions, not only do you leave a sound, but you also have a photo, so that you can be foolproof."
Yun Que smiled numbly.
There are weird things everywhere, but there are a lot of them in academies!
