Bai Gu's eyes were full of disbelief.
Who would have thought that a drunkard with such a sloppy appearance would have such a nice name, and the artistic conception is so beautiful!
Lin Xianyu.
Bai Gu recited it silently in his mind, and then asked: "Master, are you from a big family or a big sect? Otherwise, how could you be so powerful?"
The drunkard narrowed his eyes, raised his head and took a sip of wine, then said faintly: "Is origin important?"
Bai Gu didn't notice that the drunkard's expression was a little subtle. He just thought about it and then said to himself: "It's important to say it is important. After all, it sounds better to say it out loud. At least it can provide some protection when walking outside. Of course, except in the enemy's territory . And in big families and sects, there will definitely be those pills and the like, which can speed up the practice, which is also a benefit."
"anything else?"
"With a nice name, if you act slightly deviated, you will be criticized because there are too many rules. Another thing is that if you have no achievements, you can easily become a vassal of your own power. I think Many people go out for training just because they want to achieve something. They don’t want people to call them so-and-so family or so-and-so sect. Instead, they want people to think of this person first and then pay attention to the power behind this person. Yes. To say it sincerely, so-and-so family, so-and-so sect has such and such a person, they are really lucky, and they can even be called people of ZTE."
The drunkard nodded, "Did you think of these all by yourself? Not bad."
Bai Gu chuckled and scratched his head awkwardly, "No, these are some random talks I heard when I went to the Ant Hall to listen to Mr. Tang's storytelling."
The drunkard didn't care, "No matter who said it, just remember it. Those words just now are actually quite right, especially the one without any achievements, it is easy to become a vassal of one's own power. Xiaobai, remember Well, one's own efforts are always more important than anything else. Family protection and sect shadow are all external things, and one's own strength is the real strength. Relying on external things and relying on everything accumulated by others is ultimately a castle in the air. "
Bai Gu nodded.
"Okay, now I will teach you the spiritual enlightenment technique to prevent me from being incompetent as a master."
Bai Gu suppressed his laughter, took out the small bamboo slip, and then with a thought, a trace of spiritual power poured into the small bamboo slip, and the latter suddenly flashed with light, reflecting a spell.
The drunkard twitched the corner of his mouth, "Didn't you say you can't use spiritual power?"
"I never said it," Bai Gu said innocently, "I just let you guess. You think I can't do it."
Good boy!
You're tricking me, right?
The drunkard stretched out a hand and gently pressed it on Bai Gu's Heavenly Spirit Cap. "First circulate your spiritual power for a week, and I'll see if there's anything wrong with it. You need to circulate your spiritual power through as many meridians as possible, the more the better. Walk away. This step is very important, and taking it well will be of great benefit to you in the future.”
Bai Gu was a little puzzled, but he still closed his eyes and began to focus on his body.
The majestic spiritual power inside Bai Gu's body seemed to be blown by the breeze, shaking slightly. Immediately, a very tiny trace of spiritual power floated up. Compared with the dense and majestic mass of spiritual power, this tiny trace of spiritual power was like a trace of water vapor rising from the vast ocean. It was so subtle that it was indispensable. .
But this is already the limit of the spiritual power that Bai Gu can operate.
As soon as this strand of spiritual power left the spiritual power group, it began to sway and sway around. Bai Gu tried his best to concentrate his attention, and then he reluctantly used this spiritual power to drill into the nearest meridian.
If the meridians extending in all directions are like uninhabited roads in a big city, then this trace of spiritual power is like a young and ignorant child who is curious about everything and wants to take a look, running rampant and running around.
Bai Gu tried his best to gather his energy, trying to tame this spiritual power and push it back to the right path, so much so that his whole face was straining, and his facial features were almost crowded together.
When the drunkard saw this, he had no intention of helping. He just smiled and looked at Bai Gu's efforts.
It's not that he doesn't want to help at all, it's just that he can't help.
First, taming spiritual power and refining meridians is like casting a mold. Bai Gu has not yet established his own dantian and meridians framework. If he forcibly helps him tame his spiritual power at this time, the meridians in Bai Gu's body will not be able to accept Bai Gu's refining. In the future practice, the drunkard must be there to assist. . This is a long-term harm to Bai Gu himself, and it is also a delay in the cultivation of both parties.
Secondly, Bai Gu is really unlucky, having three layers of marks on his body. The mark is like a barrier that blocks man-made spiritual power from the outside world from entering Bai Gu's body, preventing others from using magic to control Bai Gu's spiritual power, or from casting some curses on him. These three layers of marks are good and bad. The good thing is that Bai Gu can prevent some people with evil intentions from casting evil spells on him. But it is also because of this that for a long time in the future, even if Bai Gu is seriously injured, he will not be able to use other people to transmit spiritual power to treat his injuries. He can only rely on himself or some drugs to treat his injuries.
The benefits are obvious, but the constraints are also considerable.
Bai Gu suddenly couldn't take a breath, and he let out a muffled groan in his throat. He collapsed to the ground, his eyes were blurred, and he kept gasping for air, no different from a fish that landed on the beach and was about to die.
The drunkard took back his hand and just sat there with his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart, watching indifferently.
After a while, Bai Gu recovered slightly, but he was still exhausted and couldn't muster any strength to sit up. So Bai Gu simply relaxed his hands and feet and lay down straight on the grass to rest.
"Is this your first time using spiritual power?" the drunkard asked.
"Yeah." It's not that Bai Gu doesn't want to say more, but he really doesn't have the energy now.
"That's not bad. It's the first time that the spiritual power can be used to travel through a major vein. Although it is not very complete and stable, it is already very good." The drunkard nodded, took out the wine gourd and drank.
Bai Gu struggled to open his eyes and looked at the drunkard.
"I want to ask you what kind of qualifications you have with such a result?" After receiving Bai Gu's affirmation, Jiugui smiled, "All living beings in the world can practice. Qualifications are divided into nine levels. The first level is the worst, and the ninth level is the worst. Best. You’ve almost completed a major vein, somewhere between second and third grade.”
Bai Gu instantly lost interest and closed his eyes.
Seeing this, the drunkard couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Don't you think you have very good qualifications? I can tell you frankly that this result has far exceeded my expectations. In my original expectations, you could reach a level If you wait for qualifications, you will be considered qualified. Because your physique is really poor and extremely weak. Even a piece of cotton wool in the sea of fire is stronger than you. If you have second-class qualifications, you should go and burn incense. Ancestor."
Bai Gu still closed his eyes and didn't want to pay attention to the drunkard.
The drunkard was not angry and continued: "Perhaps you have very good qualifications, but because your physique is so poor, you cannot drive your practice. Just like a good horse, which can travel thousands of miles a day, But if you don’t feed it with enough grass, how can this good horse run? It can’t walk even one meter.”
Only then did Bai Gu open his eyes again and look at the drunkard.
The drunkard smiled half-heartedly, his eyes full of teasing, "That is to say, you are too weak now, so you need to replenish yourself."
