"When monks reach the foundation building stage, they can start to look inside themselves and materialize their spirit in the Niwan Palace, which is called a visualization object."
"And in the Nascent Soul stage, the visual objects will communicate with the way of heaven and condense their own laws."
"It is said that the Lord of Haoqi City understands the laws of order. The rules he has set for this city are to prohibit all forms of [martial arts]. Anyone who dares to take action in the city will be punished by the power of the laws. The price is not Anyone can afford it.”
Old man Wan stared at Li Baitian suspiciously: "Don't say you are from a small place. Even primitive people living in the mountains should know this. This is basic common sense in cultivation."
Li Baitian laughed and said, "How can an ordinary family know this? The senior has been away from the masses for too long, so he must have a high status."
Old man Wan took a deep look at Li Baitian and stopped asking, "He's just a quiet and beautiful man."
Old Man Kong wiped the oil stains on his face and changed the subject: "I heard that Boss Li's daughter is practicing in Zhengyi Academy. This foundation must be laid solidly. Mental strength is the most important thing. If the willpower is not strong, it can be condensed. The objects of visualization are just rubbish."
He is a fat man, and his fleshy face is always oily.
"Yes, it's best to let her suffer a little. Physical pain can best temper the will. Some powerful monsters will even cut off the offspring's hands and feet repeatedly to temper the willpower through painful torture."
"The teaching methods of Zhengyi Academy are too gentle. They never force children to do anything. Parents have to worry more about their mental strength."
Old Meng nodded frequently, deeply convinced.
"So people often say that a person's future achievements are determined from the very beginning. Talent determines the upper limit, while hard work in childhood determines the lower limit. Those second-generation ancestors just now will probably be like that in this life."
Old man Zhang said seriously, among the old men, he was the most serious and did not pretend to be pretentious.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect the four of us to have the same educational philosophy. How wonderful!"
The old men talked to each other, telling each other about their experiences about the imaginary objects. The conversation was lively, but Li Baitian was left aside and became a light bulb.
But after listening to these conversations, he finally understood why the immortal cultivators in this world liked long-range bombardment.
Because once the visualization object is formed, the subsequent battle is almost a battle between the visualization objects, or even a battle between laws. Although the main body has cultivation, it cannot directly face the visualization object.
The visualization object is the embodiment of spiritual power and cannot be touched by the physical body. Only the visualization object can defeat the visualization object.
In order to condense powerful visual objects, the descendants of all races will temper their bodies when they are young, and temper their bodies to achieve the effect of tempering their will. This is the same as the demon tribe's amputating hands and feet, but the human body is weak. Not as radical as a monster.
"So, Ye Wudao should also have a visual object? I don't think there is anything special about him. He can be crushed to death with one finger."
"It seems that my method of bone refining is still correct. As long as the physical body is strong enough, I can directly destroy the enemy's body, no matter what the visualization object is. I just don't know if I can condense the visualization object if I keep tempering the physical body."
Li Baitian compares in his mind that he is just refining bones and not cultivating. Whether he can have his own visualization objects in the future remains to be seen.
However, the original owner of this body, as the most powerful spy for thousands of years, must have imagined something unusual, but he was still plotted against him, which shows that normal cultivation methods are not safe enough, and it is better to make the body harder.
As I thought about it, the heated discussion in my ears gradually stopped.
Li Baitian raised his eyes and saw that the heads of the four old men were tilted towards where Ye Qingmei was. They held their chins with one hand and clasped their feet with the other. Their eyes were unblinking and looked indescribably wretched.
"Seniors, it's getting late, it's time to go home."
Old man Wan shook his head: "After saying so much, you didn't understand a word about feelings. I am training my heart in the world of mortals. Even if my eyes are staring at the beauty, there is no wave in my heart. This is training my willpower."
Old Man Kong said seriously: "Yes, it's the same as me going to Wangchun Tower to study."
Old Man Meng: "Let's take some quiet time in the busy city."
Old Man Zhang: "If you call me senior, you won't chase me away because I don't buy anything. I think you are not a snob."
Li Baitian cursed in his heart. He couldn't even kick them away when he encountered four dog-skin plasters. Don't all cultivators value face? Why are these four so shameless?
Throughout the day, Li Baitian had nothing to do.
With these four people watching in the shop, he couldn't do anything. Refining bones was his secret and should not be discovered.
I went out to look for resources, but I was worried that Ye Qingmei would be with four old perverts.
I had no choice but to accompany him angrily.
As the sky grows dark, the blacksmith shop becomes more popular.
The four old gentlemen were unexpectedly self-conscious, picked up the small stools and left leisurely. There were many people in the shop at night, and they just wanted to enjoy the beautiful scenery during the day.
Before leaving, Old Man Wan reminded: "The Ye family is very difficult to deal with, so be careful at night."
Li Baitian didn't know why, and he and Ye Qingmei were busy sorting out the magic weapons.
Seeing more and more male monks entering the shop, he had a strange feeling. It was obviously a blacksmith shop, so why did it feel unserious?
"Husband, the number of magic weapons is somewhat insufficient."
“There are people buying in bulk.”
Ye Qingmei took a moment out of her busy schedule to come over and speak softly.
"Buy in bulk?"
Li Baitian looked around and saw several young men scattered around the blacksmith shop sneaking around, grabbing magic weapons whenever they saw them. In just a few minutes, everyone had a lot of magic weapons in their arms.
Obviously I didn't come here for the free smile, I met a colleague who came to purchase goods.
He didn't stop him and told Ye Qingmei to check out normally. He wanted to see which of his peers was so mean.
After those people paid their bills, they walked out without looking back.
Li Baitian quietly followed behind. As soon as he left the house, he saw those people walking into the Jubao Pavilion across the street.
It turned out to be the monks of the Ye family who did it. During the day, the second-generation ancestors not only came to find trouble, but also came to check on the treasures. They found that the quality of his magic weapons was good, so they sent people to purchase large quantities at night.
"There's something about these dudes."
"But something will happen if you play like this."
Li Baitian's eyes flashed with coldness. How could his things be so easy to get?
…
Early next morning.
The Ye family Jubao Pavilion opened with great success.
The three-story attic is magnificent.
There are hundreds of magic weapons placed in front of the store, which are full of brilliance and jewels, all sold at half price.
Not only that, there are also a group of beautiful women in scantily clad clothes soliciting customers in front of the door. As for the Jubao Pavilion, there are even more beauties. This is clearly against the blacksmith shop.
There was only one Ye Qingmei in the blacksmith shop, but a bunch of them were produced in Jubao Pavilion.
The streets were busy with traffic, and crowds of people were rushing in. The Ye family's name was so famous, and on the first day of opening, hundreds of magic weapons were sold at half price. Such temptations made the monks flock to it.
"Oops, Boss Li, that's not good, your business has been robbed."
Four little old men came here early in the morning carrying small benches. They looked at the wealth of Jubao Pavilion and sighed,
Old Man Kong was confused: "But the magic weapon placed in front of the door looks familiar. I seem to have seen it somewhere?"
Li Baitian said with a sullen face: "That belongs to my family. They bought it last night."
Jubao Pavilion bought his magic weapon and sold it for ten times the price. This was so shameless.
Looking at the gorgeous woman in all her glory across the street, and then at Ye Qingmei, who was wrapped up tightly on his side, Old Man Wan couldn't sit still, so he picked up his stool and walked out:
"Uh-huh, I'm on your side, Boss Li. You must really want to know what's going on inside the Jubao Pavilion. I'll go find out for you!"
The remaining three old men also squeezed into the crowd: "The Ye family is too bullying. Boss Li, I will also go and find out for you!"
