The visitor looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, with fair skin and light bruises under his eyes. He was wearing a long robe made of animal skins and covered with a white feather cloak.
He walked slowly to the edge of the blood pond and examined Qin Yanzhi in the blood pond.
He saw that Qin Yanzhi was a little thinner than before, but still not bad for his handsomeness, the young man smiled with satisfaction, "Very good."
Qin Yanzhi: "Who are you?"
Youth: "I am your master."
Qin Yanzhi glanced at him lightly and said nothing.
Facing Qin Yanzhi's indifferent attitude, the young man said indifferently, "You can call me if you don't want to. As long as you can keep going, when you leave the blood pond, you will naturally be the holy son of my Tianzi Temple."
Qin Yanzhi was stunned. He had seen the records about this temple from the ancient secret realm. If he remembered correctly, the Tianzi Temple was a well-known force in the Middle Ages.
It is said that the first generation of the master of this temple is named Miao Wenxiang, who is a descendant of the great power of the Middle Ages. Miao Wenxiang was originally not talented and was abandoned by his father's family. Live a happy life.
But Miao Wenxiang didn't know what exercises she practiced later, and her strength was far superior to her peers. Not only did she strengthen the Tianzi Temple, but also killed her father's clan's site in Xiaoyao Mountain.
Since then, the Tianzi Hall has become famous, and the hall master has become a ruthless representative of the cultivation world.
Qin Yanzhi asked tentatively, "Are you Miao Wenxiang?"
The young man was stunned, "So you know me?"
Qin Yanzhi: "..."
Could it be that he returned to the Middle Ages
Although Qin Yan's face was calm, his heart was filled with turbulent waves. He remembered what he saw before he was unconscious that day, and also thought of the legend of the Torrent Realm.
Miao Wenxiang suddenly grabbed the chain hanging in the corner and pulled it hard, Qin Yanzhi groaned and was pulled in front of him.
"What have you heard of me?"
Of course Qin Yanzhi couldn't answer, Miao Wenxiang saw that he didn't say anything, and smiled sarcastically, "I heard that I was a waste and was driven out by my father's clan? Can I only survive in the Tianzi Temple and rely on the power of my mother's clan to survive? "
Qin Yanzhi still didn't speak, Miao Wenxiang was even more angry and pulled the chain tighter, until Qin Yanzhi's clothes soaked a little blood, he let go suddenly, with a distressed look on his face, "Does it hurt?"
He reached out to touch Qin Yanzhi's wound, but Qin Yanzhi avoided him.
Miao Wenxiang silently retracted her hand and sighed lowly, "You are in pain, and I am doing it for your own good. You and I are generally not talented, only I can save you, and one day you will thank me."
He stood up and sprinkled something into the blood pool, the water immediately boiled, and Qin Yanzhi felt the pain even more.
Miao Wenxiang stopped talking, and stared at Qin Yanzhi for a while, then turned and left.
As soon as he left, Qin Yanzhi immediately raised his eyes and looked at his back thoughtfully.
Although there was very little communication between the two just now, he still got a few important information from it.
First, he did come to the Middle Ages, and Miao Wenxiang was still weak at this time, so the specific time should be in the early Middle Ages.
Second, this is the Tianzi Temple, within the sphere of influence of Miao Wenxiang. But as far as he knows, there are only some guards arranged by Miao Wenxiang's mother clan in Tianzi Hall, and the experts are limited. If he recovers his spiritual power, he has a high chance of escaping.
Third, in Miao Wenxiang's plan, he still has the day to leave the blood pond. The other party does not want to imprison him permanently, nor will he kill him.
Fourth, and the most important point, Miao Wenxiang said that he has no talent like himself, but he is obviously a single golden spirit, with one of the best talents, doesn't Miao Wenxiang know? Can't you find even a spirit measuring stone in the huge Xuanzi Palace
Qin Yanzhi thought that in the early Middle Ages, there were no monks in the human race, and the ancient cultivation was slowly developed. Could it be that people at this time did not know how to observe spiritual roots at all
If this is the case, his odds of winning are one more important. Miao Wenxiang treats him as a waste, but it is in his favor.
It's just that Miao Wenxiang locked him in the blood pool and tortured him. What was it for
And what does "rescue" and "thank you" mean in Miao Wenxiang's mouth? Could it be that this blood pool can still help him
Qin Yanzhi let out a sigh of relief, no matter what Miao Wenxiang's purpose was, the only thing she could do now was to hold on.
On the other hand, Jing Yue had been taken back to his residence by the man, a tribe to be exact.
The tribe was hidden in a peach blossom forest. After passing through the colorful peach forest, they saw a lot of people dressed as men before.
"Awu is back!"
"Patriarch!"
…
People greeted him warmly, and it was not surprising to see Jingyue. They didn't pay as much attention to Jingyue as the man's clothes.
A woman in a short animal skin skirt stepped forward and asked curiously, "Brother Ah Wu, what are you wearing?"
Man: "I don't know, it's from the west anyway."
The woman reached out and touched it and said enviously, "It's really soft."
The man immediately turned his head and asked Jing Yue, "Do you still have it?"
Jingyue: "...Yes."
Jingyue took out all the clothes that were in the Xumi ring, and people gathered around enthusiastically, but only the first few people grabbed one each.
After dividing the clothes, someone finally paid attention to him, and a man said: "Hey, new here, what's your name?"
"Jing Yue."
"What?"
"Jingjing scenery, hills and mountains."
The man looked bewildered, and after a while he said, "What a strange name, isn't it from the west?"
Jing Yue smiled politely.
The man pouted, obviously having a bad impression of the people in the west, and asked the man, "Patriarch, what are you bringing him back for?"
Man: "Bring it back to be my apprentice."
Man: "Ah?!"
Jing Yue: "Huh?!"
Lan Feng: "Chirp?!"
The scene was suddenly quiet, and Jing Yue felt that everyone's eyes were focused on him, each one of them was fierce or fierce, giving him the illusion of ten thousand arrows piercing his body.
And he himself was surprised, since seeing the man, the other party has never expressed this meaning.
Lan Feng exhaled exaggeratedly, "It turns out that he likes Jingjing's skeleton, but Jiji thought he liked Jingjing's beauty..."
It has thought about it, Jingjing's chastity will be guarded by it, if you want to touch Jingjing, you have to step over Jiji's body!
Jingyue: "..."
The man glanced at Jing Yue and said, "Are you willing?"
Before Jing Yue could speak, he said again: "If you don't want to, you have to be willing. You fall into my hands, you are my person, you can only be my apprentice obediently."
Jing Yue was silent for a moment and asked him, "Can I know why you want to accept me as a disciple?"
Man: "You didn't see it?"
Jing Yue: "What?"
Man: "All of us here have no talent for cultivation like you."
Jing Yue: ? ?
To tease him, just tell him that he has no talent for cultivation based on the strength of a man? ? Moreover, he is a single water spirit, and his talent should not be too good. What does it mean to have no talent like him!
"In fact, we are not from a clan. In our clan, everyone was abandoned by our own clan." The man said to Jingyue: "You came to us from the prosperous place in the west, so it must be the same. The reason."
Jing Yue saw the man's expression of "you don't have to deny that I can see through it", and he didn't make any excuses.
Man: "But even if we don't have talent, we don't want to admit defeat. The flesh is not strong enough, so we think of other ways to make ourselves stronger. When I saw you killed two giant fish with your own strength, I knew that you and we are the same people. , not reconciled, not accepting fate."
Jing Yue suddenly realized that the talent here does not refer to the spiritual root, and they don't seem to know that there is a spiritual root at all.
He tentatively said, "Can you see that I don't have spiritual roots?"
The man was stunned, "What is Linggen?"
Jingyue: "..."
He got it! He did indeed come to the torrent realm of the Middle Ages, and it was before the appearance of Gu Xiu!
In the past, the two races of gods and demons evolved into human races. At the beginning, there was no spiritual root. All of them continued the habit of gods and demons—strengthening their bodies, and using their bodies to absorb vitality, which is the so-called physical cultivation. Physical cultivation is different from spiritual cultivation. The vitality in the body is not stored in the dantian, but is integrated into the skeletal meridians. When the physical body is strengthened to a certain extent, the talent can be awakened.
The so-called talent actually has a lot to do with each person's spiritual root attribute, but they don't know it yet.
But some people are born with weak physical bodies, which makes it difficult to cultivate, and their talents cannot be awakened for a long time. This kind of situation didn't happen until the first generation of ancient cultivators appeared, and they gradually discovered that the energy stored in the dantian could play the biggest role. Not only could it stimulate the early awakening of talent, but the more energy in the dantian, the stronger the talent they used.
Only later did someone discover the matter of Linggen.
Jingyue is a cultivator ten billion years later, how can his physical body be compared with the human race in the Middle Ages, so he is regarded by men as the kind that cannot awaken his talents.
He forcibly explained: "Ling root is a saying in our clan, but it actually refers to talent."
The man sneered, "Then do you still need to ask? Just like a weak chicken like you, at first glance, it is the result of your failure to train your body, but you don't have to worry, although our physical body is not strong, there is another way to help you awaken your talent. "
Jing Yue: "Store vitality in Dantian?"
Everyone was shocked, and the man lowered his voice, "How do you know?"
Jing Yue didn't blush at all, "I found it myself."
The man stared at Jing Yue for a long time, then suddenly laughed, "Okay, okay, okay! My disciple is really outstanding."
Jingyue: "..."
He has never really been a teacher, not because he has any rejection of being a teacher, but when his cultivation base was still low in his early years, he did not meet anyone who had a relationship with him. Only this one, and few people can teach him.
If the man really wants to accept him as a disciple, at least his life here is guaranteed.
After thinking about it, he said: "The people in the clan are all your apprentices?"
Man: "Of course not."
Jing Yue: "Then why did you accept me alone?"
The man said of course: "You look good."
Jingyue: "..."
Everyone: "… "
Seeing Jingyue's delay in responding, the man said impatiently, "What? You still dare to refuse me?"
After saying that, he spread out his hand, and suddenly an ice sword condensed in his hand. The man held the sword and slashed lightly. Not far away, he saw flying flowers in the peach forest, countless pink petals dancing into the sky, and several peaks behind the peach forest directly. cut to the ground by him.
Jingyue: "..."
Isn't it the knee? Take it!