According to the normal cultivation method, beginners should first learn to introduce Qi into the body, that is, to introduce the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into one's own meridians and turn it into one's own spiritual power. Different people have different types of auras according to the attributes of the five elements. For example, Mo Tianliao now needs to absorb two types of auras, wood and fire. When the two types of auras can be successfully introduced into the body, it is considered as entraining qi. success.
But in this "Burning Wood Art", there is no mention of the matter of entraining qi, even the well-informed Lord Mozun scratches his head when he sees it.
It wasn't until someone knocked on the door that Mo Tianliao recovered from his confusion.
"Uncle Master, this is the meal sent from the outside door." A tall female disciple walked in with a food box, and without waiting for Mo Tianliao to speak, she put it on the table.
Before the calamity, the cultivation of immortals is divided into several stages: Qi training, foundation building, Jindan, Nascent Soul, and God transformation. Only after training to Jindan or above can you eat Bigu Pill, and above Nascent Soul, you can eat nothing. Therefore, a large number of people in the sect still need to eat. The job of cooking naturally falls on the outer disciples, but the outer disciples are not allowed to enter the cave, so they have to be sent in by the inner disciples.
Mo Tianliao frowned slightly and looked up at her.
The woman had gorgeous facial features and a slender figure. She was also a rare beauty in the world of comprehension, but the beauty had a proud face, and she lost a bit of color.
Su Xin is a second-generation disciple, with a single spiritual root of the fire element, which is only one line away from Tian Linggen. With such aptitude, he can only be a second-generation disciple in Woqing Cave. Why is a person with double spiritual roots and over sixteen years old? Can you be a direct disciple of a real person
"Let it go." Mo Tianliao put away the smile on his face and said lightly.
After being a Demon Venerable for over a hundred years, how could he not see the contempt in this girl's expression. If he is now an ordinary inner disciple in Qianya Blessed Land, these direct disciples will despise him as normal, but now that his generation is here, it would be disrespectful to dare to do so as a junior.
The dark eyes of Ruohantan showed no emotion, but Su Xin unconsciously took a half step back, and only then did she see Mo Tianliao's appearance clearly. This is a very handsome but domineering face. Although it is still a mortal, those eyes seem to be able to see through people. The momentum in it is not inferior to the suzerain, and it is even a bit terrifying!
Immediately, Su Xin, who was frightened, was a little embarrassed and angry, and could not help but release her own power. She started late, and now she has just established a foundation, but she has already condensed her soul, and the power of her soul can completely force mortals to bow down to her.
Mo Tianliao looked at the girl inexplicably, using such a rude method to provoke the uncle, what good could it do other than being quick
Jumping off the bed, Mo Tianliao walked slowly towards the dining table, unaffected at all, but Su Xin only felt that there were thousands of pounds of heavy stones on his body, and he was getting more and more breathless. Leo approached and couldn't help but knelt on the ground with a "pop".
"Nephew, what are you doing?" Mo Tianliao threw up his clothes and sat on the chair. Although he had lost his cultivation, his spirit was the spirit of the Demon Venerable in the God Transformation Stage. How could it be carried by a young cultivator who had just established a foundation? Can it live
Su Xin was terrified: "Uncle Master forgives the sin, the disciple knows it's wrong!"
Suddenly he felt that it was a bit boring to care about with a little girl, and instantly put away his power, Mo Tianliao waved his hand: "I don't need anyone to serve me, and my nephew doesn't have to do this, just go."
In a word, her kneeling behavior just now was classified as wanting to stay and cook. Su Xin was so embarrassed that she wanted to vomit blood, but she didn't dare to say anything, so she quickly backed out.
"Hey, how's it going?" After leaving Mo Tianliao's small courtyard, Su Xin was pulled over by several brothers and asked.
"Master chose Uncle Master, because Uncle Master has something special to offer." Su Xin turned pale, dropped such a sentence and left, and the other side refused to say more.
As for the terrifying power of this uncle's spirit, she would never dare to say it, otherwise, the fact that she tried to bully uncle with his might would be exposed, and then she would be severely punished by the rules of the sect.
After a day of tossing, it became dark after eating. Mo Tianliao threw the jade slip into the storage bracelet, lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.
The mountain is full of spiritual energy, and the entire Woqing Cave is within the control of the master. There is no danger. After more than 300 years, Mo Tianliao can finally lie down on the soft bed and sleep in peace. This feeling It was so good that when I woke up the next day, it was already three poles in the sun.
After breakfast, I continued to study the burning wood art, but I could only watch it.
It seemed that if he did not follow the instructions above, he would never see it. Mo Tianliao scratched his head, dressed neatly, and went out to find out where this fruity wood was.
There was no one on the main peak. Mo Tianliao looked at the deserted Qingning Palace and couldn't help but wander around. The door of the inner hall is still closed, and the master is still in retreat.
I couldn't help but sighed, even if I couldn't answer my questions, it's good to be able to take a look at the beauty. Ever since I met Master and looked at those handsome men and beauties, I always felt that something was missing, just like yesterday's glamorous senior nephew Su Xin. If he was in his previous life, how could he have been a fire worker with him? Now, what do you think? Both felt... ugly.
Mo Tianliao went to the nearby Xiaotu Mountain in dejection. On the top of the mountain, there was a platform made of celestial stone, about ten feet square, and a group of disciples in plain clothes were practicing swordsmanship.
More than a dozen magical instruments were shining with silver light, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal between the ups and downs. Mo Tianliao couldn't help but stop. This swordsmanship is very subtle. It should be from the Luoyan style in "Qianyang Jianpu". It's a little bit more practical, but the person who transformed this swordsmanship must be a genius!
"Uncle Shi!" The person standing at the front saw him at a glance, it was the smiling nephew Suheng.
Mo Tianliao nodded slightly, Su Heng retracted his sword, motioned everyone to continue, and walked quickly to Mo Tianliao and bowed: "I have seen Shishu."
"Are you taking a disciple to practice swordsmanship?" Mo Tianliao looked at Suheng. Yesterday, he used his soul to probe. This nephew is already in the middle stage of Jindan's cultivation, and practicing basic swordsmanship here should be teaching his disciples.
"No, I'm doing morning class." Suheng wiped his sweat, and seemed to see Mo Tianliao's doubts, and then explained with a smile, "These are all second-generation disciples, no matter how high their cultivation is, they are always in the morning every morning. You must practice swords here for an hour."
Mo Tianliao was stunned for a while. In his previous life, his aptitude was average. The reason why he was able to advance into God Transformation within 300 years was because of his solid foundation. In addition to cultivating magic techniques, he would also practice moves without a hitch to strengthen his physical body. His master is indeed extraordinary.
"Is there a kind of wood with a fruity fragrance on this mountain?" Mo Tianliao asked, remembering the purpose of this trip.
"Uncle Master wants to practice?" Su Heng was full of envy. He heard that his master, Mo Tianliao's senior brother, practiced the secret practice of the master when he first started, and the beginning was to look for the fruit with fragrance. Timber, "The fruit-scented wood grows on the sunny slope of the back mountain. According to my master, it is only eight feet high, with thick arms and green and black bark."
There is a mutual prohibition on the back mountain, and the jade tablets of their second-generation disciples cannot enter, so Suheng has never really seen the fruit fragrant wood.
Mo Tianliao heard that his senior brother had also done this kind of thing, so he was relieved a lot about this practice, and after finding a hatchet, he went to the back mountain with high fighting spirit.
Passing through the deep bamboo forest behind the Qingning Palace and walking along a gentle slope, you can see the green grassy hills in the distance. From time to time there are birds and beasts passing by, as if there is a prohibition.
Mo Tianliao raised his foot and walked over without any hindrance, but the scenery in front of him suddenly changed. It was no longer a peaceful hillside with only green grass and wild flowers, but a treasure mountain full of exotic flowers and plants and lush trees!
According to his nephew, Mo Tianliao walked around the Xiangyang Slope and easily found a piece of fruit-scented wood, picked up the hatchet, and cut it down according to a dead branch.
With a "bang" sound, the blade rolled...
Mo Tianliao looked at the hatchet in his hand, then at the branch that was only the size of a thumb, and twitched the corners of his mouth. Turning around and looking for a black iron stone the size of a hawthorn fruit under the rock, Mo Tianliao tried to hold the stone in his palm, "Burn!"
The green fire in the wood appeared tremblingly, and then went out with a puff. After trying for a long time, he barely controlled the fire in the wood to burn the iron stone in his hand, quickly smeared the iron juice on the blade, and straightened the rolling blade along the way.
Black iron stone is not a precious material, it is at least ten times stronger than this ordinary hatchet, and it can easily cut off a branch with one knife.
After cutting down enough firewood, Mo Tianliao went to hunt another deer, skinned it, let it blood, and cleaned it up by the stream. A craftsman, after all, is a craftsman who can carve even the finer lines, not to mention packing ingredients.
Putting the venison on the rack, Mo Tianliao snapped his fingers, and a pinch of flame rushed to his fingertips, igniting the fruit wood. The branches that are not completely dry are not easy to catch fire, but it is difficult to fall into the fire, and it will burn with a bang. Mo Tianliao was stunned for a moment while pinching the dead leaves that hadn't been added to support the combustion, and raised the venison higher, lest the fire would be too strong, and it would become coke after a while.
The seductive fruity aroma came out from the middle of the wood layer by layer, slowly dipping into the venison, Mo Tianliao looked at the jade slip, but there was still no next chapter, so he ignored it, bored with the hatchet, and cut it out. Carved on antlers.
With pointy ears, a small body, and a long tail, Mo Tianliao looked at the lively antlers kitten in his palm, wondering if Mo Xiaopao had grown up...
Faintly, Mo Tianliao felt that something was staring at him, he raised his head suddenly, and saw a pair of crystal clear pale colored glazed eyes staring at him in the canopy above his head!
When Mo Tianliao saw these eyes, he immediately forgot everything.
It was a half-sized cat, with snow-white fur without any variegation, sitting quietly. Supported on the front left claw wrist, there is a small ring inlaid with precious gems, with countless intricate and gorgeous patterns engraved on it. …
Leaping up on the branch, Mo Tianliao lay on the tree and slowly brought his face to the kitten.
The white kitten waited motionless for him to climb up.
"Little Claw?" Mo Tianliao called out in disbelief, and then got a paw from Uncle Cat as he wished.
Mo Xiaopao didn't like this name very much, and every time he called it like this, he would definitely be beaten.
Mo Tianliao immediately went crazy with joy, hugged the kitten, buried his face in the fur and rubbed hard: "Little Claw, Little Claw, it's really you!"
"Meow!" Uncle Cat suddenly frowned, damn, what are you doing! To dare to rub against the hairy belly of the master, this is deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors!