Zhao Xun is very proficient in the art of dialogue. He firmly took the initiative from the beginning and led the entire rhythm.
Wu Quanyi followed Zhao Xun's rhythm completely.
I have to say that the master is indeed inferior to the apprentice in this regard.
"It is true that the Taoist sect has a unique art of evading armor, but as far as I know, there are only a dozen or so people who have studied the art of earth evasion in the past hundred years."
Wu Quanyi paused and said: "The art of earth escape is a real side sect."
"Teacher, what you mean is that the possibility of Princess Xuanhuai being rescued by the Taoist sect is very low?"
"Yes, but this possibility cannot be completely ruled out. It's just that the Demon Sect is more likely."
Zhao Xun narrowed his eyes and listened very seriously.
"The Demon Sect is proficient in all kinds of magic, one of which is the art of transposition. The people of the Demon Sect can cast spells on yin objects, and then recite the relevant incantations, and then they can separate the person who cast the spell in advance from the yin body." Objects change shape. This spell is perfect for rescuing Princess Xuanhuai from the tomb."
Wu Quanyi spoke eloquently: "Moreover, the Demon Sect has the art of breath-holding. If Princess Xuanhuai faked her death, she could have relied on the breath-holding technique to last for dozens of hours."
Damn it!
Zhao Xun was shocked when he heard this.
The magical magic of the Demon Sect is really amazing, it sounds very powerful. Not only can it temporarily shut down people, but it can also change their bodies. It is simply tailor-made for Princess Xuanhuai!
In comparison, the Dao Sect's Qi Sect Dunjia Technique is somewhat inadequate.
Moreover, the art of earth escape will leave some traces.
But if it was indeed Princess Xuanhuai who was helped by the Demon Sect, it would be difficult for Zhao Xun to accept it in a larger sense.
After all, Taoism is the state religion of the Great Zhou Dynasty. A magic stick like Yuan Tiangang was even regarded as the Supervisor of Qin Tian Jian.
It sounds like the Taoist sect and the Zhou court have a mutually beneficial and symbiotic relationship.
The words of the Demon Sect were considered heretical from beginning to end.
Not only the Great Zhou Dynasty, but also the East Yue Kingdom and even the former Bashu despised the actions of the Demon Sect.
If Her Royal Highness Princess Zhou Xuanhuai flirts with the Demon Sect, many people may not be able to accept it, right?
But that may well be the case...
Zhao Xun was silent.
When Wu Quanyi saw this, he coughed and said, "This is just my teacher's guess..."
"Teacher, my disciple is still confused."
"you say."
"If Princess Xuanhuai escaped from the tomb by using the Demon Sect's breath-breathing and transfiguration techniques, then why did it take so many years for the tomb to be tampered with to alert the court to the changes in the tomb?"
This is indeed a big doubt for Zhao Xun, which makes him puzzled.
"Maybe it's because the Demon Sect has made big moves recently, and this matter is related to Princess Xuanhuai, right?"
Wu Quanyi shook his head and said: "As a teacher, I can't figure this out, but it must be related to interests."
Zhao Xun nodded.
What the teacher said is true.
The world is prosperous, and everyone is here for profit. The world is full of hustle and bustle, all for the benefit of others.
There are also people in the Demon Sect who walk in the world, and they will pursue profits as humans.
"Teacher, how do you think my disciple should investigate this matter?"
Zhao Xun was a little confused.
"This matter is very bizarre. I think you should start with clues from the Demon Sect. Why not start with Yuzhen Observation?"
Wu Quanyi pointed out: "The place where Princess Xuanhuai led her to practice was the Yuzhen Temple, right? I feel that there are not so many coincidences in this world, and even if it is a coincidence, you will not lose anything."
After listening to his mentor's words, Zhao Xun suddenly felt a lot more enlightened.
Ginger is still hotter than old, the ancients do not deceive me!
"By the way, Master, I forgot to ask you last time, what is the easiest way to practice to the seventh level?"
Zhao Xun was in a good mood and was in the mood to talk about things other than investigating the case.
After all, the work belongs to the court and the body belongs to you.
Zhao Xun didn't want to find out the truth about the case but he died suddenly.
It’s not easy to travel back in time, so you should cherish it.
"Which system's seventh level are you referring to?"
Wu Quanyi did not answer Zhao Xun immediately but asked instead.
Well…
Zhao Xun felt a little troubled for a while.
He is currently cultivating literature, martial arts, and Taoism. According to Wu Quanyi, after the realm of any one cultivation system is broken through, the realms of other cultivation systems will also break through to the same level, but the length of time will be different.
For example, the last time he was promoted to the eighth-level Zhizhi realm in the literary system after the Qujiang Poetry Society, and then to the eighth-level martial arts realm in the martial arts system. The Taoist cultivation system was the slowest to advance, and it took Zhao Xun more than ten days to advance from the ninth-grade wine-sacrifice realm to the eighth-grade fire-dwelling realm.
But as Wu Quanyi said, what should come will always come, it’s just a matter of time.
"Isn't this...literary cultivation easier?"
Zhao Xun is still very self-aware.
At the beginning, his mentor Wu Quanyi said that his basic qualifications were suitable for literary studies, and Zhao Xun also relied on reciting poems and composing lyrics to advance to the next level.
I have to say that Wu Quanyi is very accurate in judging people. Zhao Xun is indeed rich in poetry and prose, which is also the source of his confidence.
As for martial arts... Zhao Xun really doesn't have much confidence.
After all, he was able to enter the martial arts training system by washing his marrow and replacing his bones. He was forced to change his fate against the will of nature because of his innate deficiencies.
Taoist cultivator Zhao Xun doesn't seem to have much talent, he is just average.
"The seventh rank of literary cultivation is the state of sincerity. The seventh rank of each school is a threshold, and literary cultivation is no exception."
Wu Quanyi was always excited when he talked about spiritual practice, spitting foam and flying stars.
"It is relatively easy for you to advance from ninth grade to eighth grade, but the road from eighth grade to seventh grade will never be easy."
"But it shouldn't take long for you to have Shan Chang as your master."
Zhao Xun smelled a strong sense of jealousy from Wu Quanyi's words.
Sour, really sour.
At this time, Zhao Xun naturally wanted to flatter Wu Quanyi.
"My teacher's words are wrong. The mountain leader advocates teaching without discrimination and does not give much guidance to his disciples. Unlike you, master, who works tirelessly and takes care of you to teach you. These disciples will remember it in their hearts."
Wu Quanyi was very impressed by Zhao Xun's words.
"You're a wise boy. Being a teacher in literary studies won't help you much, but being a teacher in Taoist practice can help you avoid a lot of detours."
Wu Quanyi stroked his beard and said: "The seventh level of the Taoist sect is the state of meditation, and what is important is a sincere heart and a calm mind."
After a pause, Wu Quanyi took out a book from nowhere and handed it to Zhao Xun. He said, "Please take this "Qingxu Mind Method" and study it carefully. When you are able to achieve enlightenment, you will be far away from the state of seventh-grade contemplation. Far."
Damn it.
After hearing this, Zhao Xun felt ecstatic in his heart.
A mentor is a mentor, reliable!
This is a clear way to open a small stove for him.
Zhao Xun didn't mind which one he majored in. After all, according to Wu Quanyi, after one branch breaks through, the others will gradually be promoted to the same level.
"Thank you, mentor!"
Zhao Xun clasped his fists happily.
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