"If it were you, the master of these forces in the Three Realms, would you easily share the emperor-level skills of your own forces with others?"
Mu Feng did not answer Ling Tian's question directly, but asked with a smile.
"Of course not."
Ling Tian replied without thinking.
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he almost understood what Mu Feng meant.
Mu Feng immediately said, "The emperor-level skills here are basically incomplete. Although the incomplete part may be less than 10%, this 10% incompleteness is destined to fail to cultivate to perfection. The Mountain of the Undead collects these things. , not for practice, just for understanding. Know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be in danger in a hundred battles."
"Um."
Ling Tian nodded.
A technique that can be rated as an emperor must have its own power.
No other force would easily spread the Emperor-level skills to outsiders.
The major forces in the three realms will definitely have their reservations when they use emperor-level skills to replace people with the Mountain of the Dead.
The Mountains of the Undead understand this and therefore will not force anything.
A set of incomplete emperor-level skills, it is easy to practice to the entry level.
But if you want to practice to reach the minor and great realms, it will take more time.
As for cultivating to perfection, there is absolutely no possibility.
"Let's go up."
Mu Feng didn't explain any more and led Ling Tian to the Wanjing Pavilion.
There are seven floors in Wanjing Pavilion. The scene on the first five floors is the same as that on the first floor. Rows of bookshelves are filled with various books.
Ling Tian did not look through these books, and he did not know whether the records in these books were exercises or martial arts, or pharmacopoeia and equipment manuals.
When he arrived at the sixth floor of Wanjing Pavilion, what he saw in front of him was no longer a scroll.
Here, there are also rows of bookshelves on display.
But what's on the bookshelf is not books, but bottles and jars.
"Elder brother, what are these?"
Ling Tian asked Mu Feng in confusion.
Judging from the layout of Wanjing Pavilion, Mu Feng paid more attention to these bottles and jars than those books.
"They are all fine wines from my collection."
Mu Feng said with a smile, walked to one of the rows of shelves, then reached out and took down the jade pot on it, "Let's go to the seventh floor for a drink."
Mu Feng himself is a good drinker.
This point has already begun to appear in the ancient continent.
It's just that there is no real good wine in the ancient continent, so he doesn't seem to be an alcoholic at the same time.
In fact, his obsession with wine is famous in the Three Realms.
The fine wines in Wanjing Pavilion come in many varieties and come from all over the three realms.
Every kind of wine is extremely precious, and Mu Feng is reluctant to drink it.
Some wines are valuable because of their age.
Some wines are precious because of the lack of brewing materials.
In addition, there are some wines because the person who made them is dead.
In the Three Realms, winemakers are not as noble as alchemists and weapon refiners.
Therefore, there are also big problems in the inheritance of winemakers.
Take the wines collected by Mu Feng, many of which can no longer be brewed.
Normally, Mu Feng himself would not be willing to drink the wine collected in Wanjing Pavilion.
But this time when he reunited with Ling Tian after a long separation, he took it out.
Ling Tian followed Mu Feng on the stairs leading to the seventh floor of Wanjing Pavilion.
After opening the door, a woman in white who was sitting here and reading a book stood up.
"Mu Feng, have you brought Ling Tian over?"
When the woman saw Ling Tian, she was stunned for a moment, then smiled and stepped forward to greet him.
"Who is this?"
Ling Tian looked at the woman in front of him, as if he had seen her before.
But for a while, he failed to remember.
"Holy Son Lingtian, don't you remember me?"
When the woman saw Ling Tian asking this question, she couldn't help but smile awkwardly, showing helplessness on her face.
"Are you Yue Xiyuan? Senior Sister Yue?"
The sound of Ling Tian's Holy Son immediately reminded Ling Tian of something.
In the ancient continent, only two groups of people would call him that.
One group is from the Ling Holy Clan, because he is the Holy Son of the Ling Holy Clan.
The other group is from the Eastern Wilderness, because he was once the head of the top ten Saint Sons of the Eastern Wilderness.
The woman in front of him was obviously not from the Ling Saint Clan, but from the Eastern Wilderness.
The former saint of the Eastern Wasteland Heavenly Sword Holy Land, Yue Xiyuan!
Yue Xiyuan won the position of pride at the East Wasteland Prodigy Meeting, and also participated in battles in the Realm of Chaos with other prodigies.
However, among the many proud men, their martial arts strength is not as outstanding as Chen Zhentian, Lu Yuan, and Nie Yuan.
"It's me. I didn't expect Holy Son Lingtian to still remember me."
Yue Xiyuan nodded slightly and smiled.
"I didn't expect to see Senior Sister Yue here."
Ling Tian was a little surprised, recalling the past and sighing with emotion.
Among the first batch of warriors from the Ancient Continent to enter the Three Realms, Yue Xiyuan was not among them.
But counting the time, it has been more than ten years since the Tianmen of the Ancient Continent was reopened.
According to the ten-year Tianmen opening, the second batch of warriors from the Ancient Continent should also have arrived in the Three Realms.
Presumably Yue Xiyuan was one of the second batch of warriors to leave the ancient continent.
Mu Feng and Yue Xiyuan met in the Heavenly Sword Holy Land and had a subtle relationship with each other.
Ling Tian didn't know how far Mu Feng and Yue Xiyuan had developed.
But judging from Mu Feng's actions in bringing Yue Xiyuan to the Mountain of the Dead.
The relationship between the two seems to be very unusual.
At this time, Mu Feng had already arrived at the place where Yue Xiyuan was sitting. He swayed the wine in the jade pot and gave Yue Xiyuan a look, "Xiyuan, I have something to discuss with my junior brother. You should avoid it first."
"OK."
Yue Xiyuan agreed softly, "You two have reunited after a long separation, so I won't disturb you anymore."
Over the years, Yue Xiyuan has been by Mu Feng's side, and she also knows Mu Feng's thoughts.
After saying this, she nodded to Ling Tian and walked out of the seventh floor of Wanjing Pavilion.
When leaving, he took the initiative to take the door to the seventh floor of Wanjing Pavilion.
Mu Feng then waved to Ling Tian, "Junior brother, don't be stunned, come and sit!"
"Um."
Ling Tian took a few steps forward and sat down opposite Mu Feng.
"You have control of the Life Monument now, right?"
Mu Feng said casually and poured wine for Ling Tian unhurriedly.
"yes."
Facing Mu Feng, Ling Tian had no intention of hiding anything, "Not only did I control the Life Monument, I also accidentally fused the four sacred monuments into a new Life Soul."
"oh?"
Mu Feng raised his eyebrows lightly, as if he was not surprised, "Then have you figured out the secrets of the four sacred monuments?"
"No."
Ling Tian shook his head, feeling a little ashamed.
His understanding of the four sacred monuments is still superficial.
I only know that each of the four sacred monuments has its own purpose and has different functions.
As for the deeper things, he never understood it.
But he was sure that the four sacred monuments were not as simple as he imagined.
"You don't understand, but I have an idea."
With a smile on his face, Mu Feng picked up the wine glass in front of him and called to Ling Tian, "Come, let's have a drink first! This wine is called Fenyuan Spirits, and it's not bad."
"good!"
Ling Tian felt itchy at Mu Feng's words, but he picked up the wine glass cheerfully, "I'd like to pay my respects to you for this glass, senior brother. Thank you very much for your care over the years!"
