But what made Liu Ming even more depressed was that he could only comprehend only three or four out of ten of the first layers of the Minggu Secret Art.
This cultivation technique is quite different from the Qi refiner technique he had learned before. Some words and phrases are specious, making it really difficult for him to determine the true meaning.
In this case, he would either directly ask others for detailed instructions, or read some related classics on cultivation experience, and learn by himself.
However, under the situation where the former Master Ruan warned him, the Minggu Jue couldn't be easily leaked to others, and it seemed that he would only take the second path.
After he had an idea in his mind, he left the residence and went to the Lingfa Pavilion on the top of the mountain as soon as he put away the Jinshu.
When he returned with two thick practice books, the only two spirit stones left on his body were gone.
But Liu Ming had a hint of excitement on his face.
Because these two books of practice experience were written by two great spiritual masters of the Barbarian Ghost Sect. The notes on the formulas of the basic exercises are very detailed, and they are exactly what they need.
After he returned to his residence, he did not immediately begin to comprehend, but went to the bedroom to plunge into the bed and fell asleep.
This sleep is one day and one night.
When Liu Ming opened his eyes again, he immediately walked to the courtyard and cleaned his face, then hurriedly entered the training room.
He sat down cross-legged, spread the two thick classics and the brocade book one by one in front of him, hesitated, took out a small cloth bag from his arms, poured out a few bigudan tablets and sandwiched them in the brocade book. In the middle two pages.
In this way, he would never starve himself to death like the last time.
After Liu Ming took a deep breath, he flipped through the thick classics, and quickly became immersed in it like last time...
After half a month, there was a burst of wild laughter from the room.
Liu Ming stood up from the ground abruptly, raised his head and burst into laughter.
At this time, he had disheveled hair, his clothes were full of wrinkles, and there was even a faint sour smell on his body.
No wonder Liu Ming is so!
Over the past ten days, he has eaten a bigudan when he is hungry, drank a sip of water when he is thirsty, and falls asleep when he is sleepy, and he has never left the room for a step.
But that's the case, he finally fully comprehended the cultivation method of the first level of Minggu Jue, and only needs to practice slowly below.
After Liu Ming's expression of joy converged, he found something wrong with his body, frowned, and walked out of the house carrying the wooden barrel.
After three times and five times, he stripped off his clothes completely, and after pouring a few buckets of water from head to toe, his body suddenly became refreshed.
Liu Ming shook his wet hair, put his clothes on again carelessly, and returned to the house again.
The dust-proof suit on his body is made of woven materials. Not only does it show no dirt for so many days, but even if water is directly splashed on it, it will slide down quickly without getting wet at all. .
After Liu Ming sat down again, he did not begin to practice the Netherbone Jue, but took out the three spell books such as Tengkongshu, and began to silently recite the things recorded above.
Originally, I looked at the practice formulas that were somewhat obscure, but in Liu Ming's view now, they were extremely smooth.
It took him almost two hours to completely imprint these three spell cultivation methods in his mind.
Liu Ming let out a sigh of relief, and put all the classics aside except for the brocade, closed his eyes, and put a weird mudra on each of his hands on his knees.
After a while, he felt his mind sinking, his consciousness sank into his body, and he could see everything inside the luminous body.
A series of ordinary meridians, three thick spiritual veins entwining the whole body, and a large silver spiritual sea with a quiet fist at the dantian.
Liu Ming's thoughts moved slightly, and Ling Hai immediately began to turn slowly, faster and faster.
After a few "puff puffs", several white energy-like energy rushed out of the spirit sea, and flowed quickly across the body along the several meridians.
In this way, he finally took the first step in the cultivation of the Bone Bone Technique.
Three days later, Liu Ming was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, but he kept muttering words, and quickly pinched some magic tricks with both hands.
I saw a trace of gray air appearing under him, and more and more, finally after a cup of tea, it condensed into a small cloud a few feet long.
"rise"
As soon as Liu Ming saw the formation of the cloud under him, his tactics changed without hesitation.
With a "bang", Yun Tuan really lifted him up slowly.
When Liu Ming witnessed this scene, there was a hint of joy on his face, but the tricks in his hand were involuntarily a little messed up.
There was a "bang".
Liu Ming's body fell through a hole in the cloud and fell to the ground.
Fortunately, the height of the sky was not high enough to tell him, except for a tooth, he didn't have any damage.
There was no frustrated expression under Liu Ming, but a look of happiness appeared.
He just tried to use the air technique for the third time, and being able to have this kind of performance was already beyond his expectations.
According to the records in the experience classics, even the simplest spells can't be used without tens or hundreds of times of practice.
It seems that his strong mental power and talent for single-mindedness and dual-use make his spell cultivation much faster than ordinary disciples.
In the future, as long as he waits for more mana to be transformed, and if he is more proficient in the control of the magic tactics, it will be easy to truly master this flying technique.
Liu Ming thought of this in his heart, and then he started to practice the other two spells again.
Most of the day later, Liu Ming sat quietly on the ground, motionless, and suddenly pinched the tactics with one hand, while the other hand moved to the front of the body and separated the five fingers one by one.
With a "poof", an egg-sized red flame burned fiercely on the palm of his hand.
Liu Ming smiled slightly, his five fingers pressed together again, and the flame died out of thin air.
Then he muttered a word again, and flicked in front of him with his hands and ten fingers.
A damp white air began to condense in the void. After Liu Ming raised his eyebrows and shouted, the white air immediately condensed, revealing a fist-sized clear water ball, floating in the air, at any time. The appearance of being able to fall down.
As soon as Liu Ming stopped the tactics, he stretched out a finger into the water polo, and then put it in his mouth to taste it, then nodded with satisfaction.
…
Ten days later, in the morning, Liu Ming was sitting on a small gray cloud, flying back and forth quickly in the void ten feet away from his residence.
He felt the oncoming breeze, and there was a hint of excitement on his face.
Although he has always been tough and meticulous in his mind, and has a level of maturity far surpassing that of his peers, at this time he looks like an ordinary teenager.
After a while, Liu Ming felt that the mana consumption in his body was almost exhausted, and immediately urged the magic formula to slowly drop the gray cloud onto the ground below.
At this time, although he could not maintain the flying technique for how long, he had no problem using it to drive on his way.
As for the fire flame technique and the water condensing technique, they are also quite proficient in practicing.
But it is a pity that these are the simplest spells, and most of them are only used by the novice disciples to familiarize themselves with the spells. It is naturally delusional to expect them to fight against others.
It seems that next time I go to the Reiki Pavilion, I need to choose two practical spells.
But after thinking about it, Liu Ming suddenly thought of the mean face of "Senior Sister Zhao" who recognized money and not people, and the muscles on his face couldn't help but jump.
By the way, speaking of spirit stones! It's been almost a month since I came to the Barbarian Ghost Sect, and I should go to the Deacon's Hall to receive the routine sect mission, otherwise there would be no spiritual stone next month.
Liu Ming remembered this for a moment, and immediately returned to the room cross-legged and slowly recovered his mana.
Fortunately, he doesn't have much mana right now, and it won't take long to recover.
Half an hour later, he sat on the gray cloud again, and flew straight to the Deacon's Hall.
This time, when Liu Ming walked into the gate of the Deacon's Hall, he couldn't help but look surprised.
I saw that the hall on the first floor was filled with a bustling crowd. There were fifty or sixty people, most of whom were outer disciples, but there were also seven or eight people wearing inner disciple costumes sandwiched between them.
"Excuse me, this brother, what's the situation? Is there such a large number of people here?" Liu Ming blinked, and walked a few steps to a twenty-something inner disciple near the door, rushing towards him. Asked in a hand.
"Oh, this junior is new to the gate. Haha, today happens to be the time when the Deacon's Hall rotates various sect missions once a year. Naturally, many people rushed early and wanted to choose a better mission. But. In fact, this is just a waste of time. Most of the oily tasks have been set long ago." This inner disciple was very kind, with a thick dark green belt tied around his waist, and looked at Liu Ming. At a glance, he explained indifferently.
"That's it, thank you for telling me this brother." Liu Ming was a little startled.
"Hey, Li Zong, who is in the lower corpse refining door, does not know his junior surname and his disciple." When this inner disciple saw Liu Ming, although he was very old, he was so polite and kind. Feeling good, I asked casually.
"In the next Bai Congtian, I now worship Jiuying's line." Liu Ming also told her frankly without concealing it.
"Oh, Junior Brother was originally assigned to Uncle Gui and the others. Jiuying's line has been weak for many years, and Junior Brother Bai may not have a good life in the future." Li Zong couldn't help showing a hint of sympathy when he heard this.
"It's okay, I think that the senior brothers and sisters have taken good care of the younger brothers." Liu Ming replied calmly.
"Hey, each branch is naturally friendly inside, but when you get to the trial, you will know the pain of joining the weak branch." Li Zong shook his head and said.
"Oh, the big competition, the trial! Although the younger brother has heard it before, I really don't know the specific situation. Can Senior Brother Li tell the younger brother a word!" Liu Ming's heart moved after hearing the words.