"Um, Miss Ye, can I ask you a few questions?" Jing Yue asked.
"Um?"
"Miss Ye, I see that you are extremely talented and have great marksmanship. So what is your level in the world of cultivation?"
Because of the cold poison, Jing Yue once tried to understand the practice, but due to limited conditions, he only got a few words.
"Kill those with little magical powers at will." Ye Ning replied.
"What is a minor psychic?"
"You really don't understand anything. The first four realms of practice are the first realm of condensing energy, the second realm of true essence, the third realm of fused essence, and the fourth realm of small magical powers..."
"One-level Qi Condensation, as the name suggests, the five internal organs cultivate the true Qi, which is stored in the Dantian and circulates around the sky."
"Second level true energy, when the true energy is condensed to a certain extent, it can be called true energy. If you can barely release it, it's enough."
"The third level of fusion is to integrate the true essence into the orifices of the body and store it. When the true essence becomes more abundant, the body's flesh and blood will also transform. At this time, the monk can exhale like an arrow, and the true essence will protect the body. When the Yuan is released, its power is greatly increased. It can easily penetrate the skull with one's hand, and it is not difficult to defeat one against a hundred."
"As for the four realms of minor magical powers, it can be said to be a watershed among monks. At this time, the human body's orifices are first opened, and they can react with the heaven and earth. As long as the method is correct, you can realize the first magical powers, so it is called 'little magical powers'. '."
"Little magical power? How to understand it?" Jing Yue had turned into a curious baby and couldn't help but ask.
"The most orthodox way is to follow the path traveled by our ancestors, take secret medicine, and experience the world. For example, most sword cultivators will take special sword cultivation secret medicine at this time and gain enlightenment in a place with cold sword energy, because The secret medicines taken are different, and the supernatural powers realized are also different.
If the secret medicine you take is 'Flying Sword', then the little magical power you realize is 'Flying Sword Technique'. If the secret medicine you take is 'Hidden Edge', then the sword cultivator can cultivate the sword for a long time, and then the sword will be unsheathed. The speed and power of the first sword light will be astonishing.
Of course, there are also monks who understand magical powers without relying on secret medicine, but the number is very small, because it is easy to fail and suffer backlash, and it is easier to obtain magical powers that are not very useful. "
After listening to these stories, Jing Yue finally had a certain understanding of the realm of cultivation in this world.
He felt that when he arrived at the Four Realm Minor Magic Powers, it was a bit like changing jobs in the game. The so-called "little magical powers" were exclusive ultimate moves.
But this is a secret medicine, and it is also based on insights, so it sounds quite complicated.
So he asked again: "Miss Ye, what state are you in?"
Ye Ning replied: "Three Realms Fusion."
Jing Yue said in surprise: "You kill people with small magical powers in the third and fourth realms at will?"
"Ordinary people think that the gap between the three realms and the fourth realm is huge, but for me, it is not that difficult to kill the four realms from the three realms."
When she said this, her tone was very natural, as if it was a natural thing for her to use three realms to kill four realms.
Yes, that's how confident you are.
Jing Yue couldn't help but ask, "That girl must be extremely talented."
Ye Ning thought deeply: "I don't deny that it is just as difficult to find someone with more talent than me as it is to find a peer with bigger breasts than me."
"Of course, we have to get rid of the fat woman who is fat about everything."
Jing Yue lowered his head and glanced at this majestic land, confirming that this girl's talent was indeed frighteningly high.
After that, Jing Yue repeatedly inquired about the details and learned that the gap between realms was not insurmountable. Monks in the fourth realm might be besieged to death by people in the second realm or die in the dark.
This is undoubtedly difficult, but it is certainly possible.
This reminded Jing Yue that in games like LOL, a hero with incomplete skills at level 3 could also kill a hero with ultimate skills at level 6, but the difficulty was very high.
And this girl Ye Ning should be very good at doing such difficult things.
He really got a good thigh!
"Okay, after talking for so long, it's still about cultivation. You really treat me as a cultivation tool." Ye Ning couldn't help but complain.
At this time, Jing Yue had used the body of the saint to come to the previous room.
The holes in the roof have long been repaired, and next to them are an ancient desk and two pear wood bookshelves.
Jing Yue walked to the bookshelf and asked, "Can I take a look?"
Ye Ning said: "Whatever you want."
Her body was tightly controlled, and even if this guy took off her clothes, she couldn't seem to stop him.
Jing Yue flipped through it casually and found that it was not some secret books related to cultivation as he imagined, but some idle books telling stories about romantic affairs.
"Miss Ye turns out to like this kind of book." Jing Yue said with emotion.
"Why, why don't you read Xianshu when you're bored?" Ye Ning said confidently.
Jing Yue thought: "But isn't this book a bit... yellow?"
The third page of "Romance on a Boat" is indeed a very explicit description.
Ye Ning didn't understand what Huang meant, but when she saw the content in the book, her tone suddenly became slightly flustered, and she said: "This book is not mine! It belongs to the maid. The maid only focused on reading and not working, so I I found it, so I kept it for her."
Jing Yue nodded and said, "I understand."
After a while, Ye Ning said suspiciously: "Why do I think you don't understand? This book is really for a servant, I haven't read it very much."
There are hundreds of books here, why did this guy choose this one?
She was telling the truth, but Jing Yue's tone was perfunctory, so he explained again.
Jing Yue changed the topic very wisely and said, "Has Miss Ye ever heard of stories like "The Legend of White Snake", "Plum in the Golden Vase", and "The Peacock Flies Southeast"?"
"No, which one are you going to talk about?"
As soon as she heard the story, the proud saint girl seemed to speak much faster.
"Well, let me tell you about "Butterfly"."
"Ah? Isn't it "The Legend of the White Snake", "The Plum in the Golden Vase", or "The Sparrow Flies Southeast"?"
"Today I'll talk about "Butterfly". Let's talk about the rest next time. I don't seem to have enough time."
"Fine."
"Five hundred years ago, there was a Zhujiazhuang in the north. The owner of the village had a daughter named Zhu Yingtai. She was beautiful and intelligent. She studied poetry with her brother since she was a child. She liked reading as much as you, Miss Ye, but there was no good teacher in the family. I just want to study..."
"On the way to study, Yingtai met Liang Shanbo, a scholar who also went to study. The two hit it off and hated each other for being late, so they gathered soil at Caoqiao Pavilion to make incense and became brothers."
"Become brothers?" Ye Ning asked confused.
"It was difficult for Zhu Yingtai's daughter to travel, so she disguised herself as a man."
"We are brothers and we can't see the female body. Is it because Liang Shanbo's eyesight is not good, or is this girl Zhu's breasts too flat?" Ye Ning couldn't help complaining.
Jingyue: "..."
But it was obvious that this saintly girl liked listening to stories very much, and she quickly became immersed in Jingyue's stories.
After that, the saintly girl didn't say much, focusing on the ironic and beautiful story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai in the academy.
Later, Jing Yue told how Liang Shanbo went to Zhu's family to propose marriage, but learned that Zhu Yingtai's father had betrothed him to the son of a county governor. Ye Ning still listened carefully and didn't have much reaction.
Because she knows that stories will always have ups and downs, and Butterfly Lovers' difficulties at this moment are to set off the beauty of being able to be together happily in the future.
As a result, at this time, Jing Yue suddenly said: "Shanbo became depressed and became ill, and died soon after. Yingtai heard the bad news and was very sad."
"What, Liang Shanbo is dead?!!!"
At this time, Saint Ye Ning finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked confused and heart-wrenching questions.
Jing Yue ignored her and continued: "On this day, Zhu Yingtai agreed to marry Ma Wentai, but the premise is that on the way to the wedding, he must visit Shan Bo's tomb..."
At this time, Saint Ye Ning suddenly felt a warm current leaving her body, and then she stood there with a surprised look on her face.
"Where's down there?"
"Bitch thief, where's down there?!!!"
"Come back to me!"
Unfortunately, the room was quiet and there was no response.
Outside the house, the personal maid Xiaoqin stood there, her face pale and she didn't dare to speak out loud.
Saint, Saint's hysteria seems to be getting worse...
