Ke Xiaoliang's plan is of course not just that simple.
He is the Lord of the world, the Creator, the Creator, the Taoist, one and all, the constructor of everything and the interpreter of all things.
In the Huzhong Realm, the starting point of anything he does is not just for the superficial purpose.
Even if Yang Zhenzhen is assigned a sword master, that is only one of the shallower purposes among his many.
For Ke Xiaoliang, it would be a loss to make a contribution and receive a share of the results.
After closing the door and sending away Yang Zhenzhen, who had skipped the magic class and sneaked out to eat pastries, Ke Xiaoliang returned to his small courtyard lazily, with a gentle and peaceful smile on his face.
He really looks like a contented little casual cultivator.
There was no one around to watch him.
Neither he nor Yang Zhenzhen showed any qualifications that required surveillance or protection.
Although Yang Zhenzhen has some outstanding advantages, her appearance is also very good, and her temperament is cute and playful, but these do not represent her talent and cultivation... To put it bluntly, in Cuiyun Mountain, the teachers doted on her, but they did not Taking her too seriously.
It is absolutely impossible that because she often sneaks down the mountain, she is assigned a bodyguard to study and test the people who come into contact with her.
Ke Xiaoliang just integrated some "personalities" into his daily life.
This is the excellent experience he learned from his fellow disciple Jiu Xuan.
After all, it was an existence that used disguise to fool all the Sword Sect monks into looking like monkeys.
You must understand that before Jiuxuan stands on the top of the Jade Emperor and sits in the position of Shengmen, he is not irreplaceable.
Being able to let Jian Zong hand over such an important position to him is also a level and method.
Disguising one's true identity has also reached a certain level.
Sitting cross-legged on the futon in the room, I began to meditate on my luck.
With the spread of the Grand Master's Way and the exploration of the Grand Master's Way, the true energy fed back from the world of high martial arts has become more turbulent and majestic.
With each breath, the spiritual stones around him were shattered.
Ke Xiaoliang's Qi training level reached the thirty-fourth level.
The true energy has become completely colorless and transparent, and has become viscous.
Ke Xiaoliang had a premonition that once the true energy broke through the fortieth level, even if he had not been enlightened by anyone and had not broken into the demon embryo realm, he could still guide his spirit to combine with the true energy to generate the first ray of mana.
This is contrary to the so-called Qi training realm recorded in the book that cannot generate its own magic power.
However, Ke Xiaoliang can understand the true intention of this 'erroneous' record.
It is just to prevent some young monks from being arrogant and choosing the wrong path. As for the monks who have really reached a certain level of Qi training... who still believes what is written in the book?
In the final analysis, spiritual practice leads to the same goal through different paths.
So in comparison, whether practicing qi all the time is a shortcut, or whether breaking through the realm and being the first to gain some kind of power is a shortcut... It's a matter of opinion.
“Actually, it’s not a question of shortcuts or not, but a question of resource consumption.”
"How can ordinary monks have resources as rich as mine? There are enough worlds to support me. If the resources for cultivation are limited, then of course cultivation is like building a high tower, stacking up layer by layer, as long as the next layer Once the foundation is a little firmer, continue upward until it reaches the sky. And persisting in practicing qi is like building a road, one that goes around the world, and then slowly upward, slowly reaching the sky. Once the road is built, that's how I do When you go to Ducheng, you will naturally see a broader world.”
"Only at the fortieth level of Qi training can you generate mana on your own. After the tenth level of Qi training, you only need to cast the magic embryo to generate mana. The difference in resource consumption is not just astronomical."
Ke Xiaoliang slowly suppressed his emotions and continued to transport the Qi quietly, and then used the ever-changing but seemingly invisible Qi to circulate around the body.
Focusing on two tasks, part of Ke Xiaoliang's energy was devoted to the inner circle of the gourd.
In reality, only half a day has passed, but five days have passed in the world of Gaowu.
The battle between the Taishan Sword Formation and the Ancient Divine Power has come to a complete end.
Those martial arts masters and those arranged by the imperial court are still hunting down the ancient magical powers.
Of course, the ambush set up before could not completely kill the ancient magical power, but only made the ancient magical power's injuries more serious.
At this time, the ancient magical power was hiding under a glacier in the north, disguising himself as a stone, licking his wounds secretly and silently, while the hatred echoing in his mind became more and more crazy and public.
"The vitality is quite strong. I thought I would have to spend some magic points to make some inconspicuous little elixirs for him to keep him alive, but now I see... it's not necessary." Ke Xiaoliang thought, He withdrew his perspective and looked at Ling Linglu and Tie Shou who had tracked down the Leizhou Guild Hall.
Ling Linglu and Tie Shou had already left behind the other three followers around them.
They were quietly lurking outside the Leizhou Guild Hall, watching those who came in and out.
It looks low-key and unassuming, but in front of the Leizhou Guild Hall in the corner of Jingwei City, people often come and go.
"Da Lin, Wudang, Xianhe, Beggar Gang, Pai Gang, Jianghu Sanren... This Leizhou Guild Hall can actually gather people from so many forces. Even in their original organization, these people are just inconspicuous little people. Once Together, that is a huge force. No wonder... we can do such great things."
"I just don't know who is the leader behind them and how powerful they are." Ling Linglu and Tie Shou hid in the darkness, each thinking about their own concerns.
At the entrance of the Leizhou Guild Hall, a slovenly Beggar Clan disciple met a Qingcheng disciple.
The two don't seem to get along very well.
They were chatting with each other, but their expressions were ferocious.
At this moment... what Ling Linglu and Lu were hearing was this conversation.
"Did you have meal?"
"have eaten!"
Notice! At this time, the Beggar Clan disciples had already raised the iron staff in their hands.
"What do you want to eat?" The Qingcheng disciple unsheathed his long sword and seemed to be drawing it to strike.
"The food we eat includes steamed lamb, steamed bear paws, steamed deer tail, roasted duck, roasted chicken, roasted goose, braised pig, braised duck, soy sauce chicken, bacon, pine flower belly, dried meat, sausage... I I’m full!” The disciple of the Beggar Clan came up and announced the name of the dish.
As more and more names of dishes were announced, the expression of the Qingcheng disciple became more and more ugly, and veins popped out on the hand holding the sword.
"Are they... are they asking about food?" Ling Linglu asked Tie Shou via voice transmission.
Tie Shou said: "Perhaps they are talking about secret codes. Write down these words and then ask Tianluo's people to check them. Maybe they have a unique secret code system. As long as we find out the secret of the secret codes, we can know what they say. What."
Ling Linglu sighed: "Although I don't understand their code, but what they are saying...I can still understand it to some extent."
"The long list of dish names that the Beggar Clan disciples reported... I think it may be a curse! After all, learning to quarrel is also a compulsory course for the Beggar Clan disciples."
"The one who uses the most curse words in the world is the beggar gang's flower child." Ling Linglu concluded as if he was deeply moved.
