After being intimate for a while, Wei Shiqi got down to business. He taught Qin Zhen the supplementary inheritance of "He Qi Zhi Xuan Jing". After she memorized it by heart, he rubbed his hands together, crushed the jade slips into powder, and sprinkled them all over the floor.
Qin Zhen was quite puzzled. Wei Qiqi warned her that this addendum came from Kunlun and she had to keep it secret even if Wei Rongniang asked. Qin Zhen felt awe-struck, knowing that this matter was of great importance. She nodded her head like a chicken pecking at rice, with a very cute expression.
Wei Shiqi couldn't help but pinch her cheek and said with a smile: "You are so cute!" Qin Zhen blinked, not understanding what the senior brother was saying.
The sky was bright and the hunger was unbearable. Wei Shiqi took Qin Zhen to Yingzui Rock and caught a yellow pheasant along the way. Qin Zhen ate a few pieces of barbecue with him. The yellow meat was a little rough and not as delicate as the deer, but it was still edible.
Wei Shiqi stepped on the fire, stretched his body, and performed martial arts. His movements were fast and slow. Broken branches and leaves fell one after another. Before they touched the ground, they slowly rose again.
Qin Zhen stepped back step by step, feeling a strong wind blowing against her face, as sharp as a sword.
Wei Shiqi moved his muscles and bones, and pulled out the iron rod from the sword pouch. A black shadow spread out, covering several feet in the radius of the rod's shadow. As he breathed in the true energy, the mountain rocks softened and turned into powder.
Wei Shiqi used the "Crazy Demon Stick Technique" several times from beginning to end, then put away the iron rod and stood tall. There are only some residues of the black gold ore in the sword bag. The iron rod has absorbed the energy of the iron essence and is extremely heavy. It is difficult for ordinary swordsmen to block the blow of the iron rod. Even a flying sword that cuts gold and jade will not be able to withstand the blow of the iron rod if it is hit by the iron rod. Even if it is compacted, it will not escape the fate of breaking.
Qin Zhen took out a handkerchief from her arms, stepped forward to wipe her senior brother's sweat, and stood on tiptoe to look at his forehead. It was clean without a drop of sweat.
"Senior brother is so awesome!" She looked at the mess everywhere and praised sincerely.
"It's far from perfect. The true energy can be released but not recovered. When the leaves fall without being surprised, the stick technique will be considered perfect." Wei Shiqi weighed the iron stick and did not put it into the sword pouch, but carried it in his hand. Dance with your hands, feeling every little change. The iron rod absorbed the energy of iron essence, and its weight kept getting heavier, and its texture also changed accordingly. He felt a little strange and uncomfortable. This unfamiliarity is not a problem when dealing with the iron-fronted cavalry, but in the competition between the inner disciples, encountering flying swords that come and go quickly may be his fatal weakness.
There is no other way, just use your arms to use your fingers, only your hands are familiar with your ears.
Wei Shiqi was taking the test on the cultivation level of the junior girls in the school. Qin Zhen was still warming up her Taoist fetus and had not started to refine her sword skills. She also practiced a set of martial arts, which was quite satisfactory. She had already gained some enthusiasm in practicing "Taiyi Foundation Establishment Sutra" , punching and closing the legs, the Qi of the fire escapes, which is quite powerful.
While nourishing the Taoist fetus, Qin Zhen followed Wei Rongniang to practice the art of talismans. However, talismans were rare, and the few they had were exhausted through repeated practice.
Wei Shiqi thought for a while, took out the remaining piece of black iron and stuffed it into her hand, saying: "Take this, go to Penglai Hall to exchange for some talismans."
Xuantie was only the size of a fist, dark and heavy, and Qin Zhen looked at it over and over for a long time and asked curiously: "What is this?"
"Xuan Tie, it should be very valuable, I'm not very sure. Ask Senior Sister Chen to accompany you to Penglai Hall..." Wei Shiqi hesitated for a moment and said, "If she is willing to exchange something with you in private, then give it to her. .”
Qin Zhen didn't understand, so Wei Shiqi explained: "She is a smart person. When I am not here, you can get closer to her, and she will take care of her. If you have the opportunity, you might as well get to know some of your classmates. No one is I fought alone." The more she listened, the more confused she became. Qin Zhen felt that her brain was not strong enough, but she kept her senior brother's words firmly in her heart.
The two chatted for a while. Wei Shiqi picked up the iron rod and practiced the "Crazy Demon Stick Technique" a few more times. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly raised his arms and threw the iron rod into the air. The iron rod rotated rapidly like a wheel, turning into a ball of black light and flying to a very high place. After a while, it rolled down and fell. Wei Shiqi didn't even look at it. He stretched out his hand to catch it steadily. His arms swelled up a little, and the iron rod suddenly stopped, motionless.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
"Get familiar with the nature of the rod." Wei Shiqi took a deep breath of fresh air, the joints in his body crackled, and his true energy spurted out. He exerted force on his waist, abdomen, legs and feet at the same time, and threw the iron rod again.
Qin Zhen felt a dark shadow flash in front of her eyes, and the iron rod disappeared instantly. She squinted her eyes and looked up, and after a long time she saw a black dot falling in the distance, like thunder. Her face suddenly changed, and she couldn't help but Take a few steps back.
Wei Shiqi took half a step forward, stretched out his hand to catch the iron rod, and with a surge of force, his legs were engulfed in the rock one by one. The clothes on his right arm turned into rags, pieces flying around, and the skin burst into pieces, and there were balls of blood. Fog sprayed out, but the iron rod was firmly held in his hand, as if it was frozen in the air.
"Are you okay?" Qin Zhen ran forward, her heart hanging in the air. His arms were dripping with blood, which was shocking. Tears welled up in her eyes.
"It's okay, just a little skin injury." Wei Shiqi was in high spirits, with a smile on his lips, as if he had solved some big problem.
