The underground fire room, in the hall.
At the counter, a serious old man was half lying on a rocking chair, holding a thread-bound ancient book in his hand, looking at it with relish.
From time to time, a honey-like smile appears on the corner of the mouth, as if the mind has been trapped in it and cannot extricate itself.
Suddenly. When he heard the heavy footsteps, the old man knew it must be that boy. Only that brat would respect and love my senior brother so much.
As expected.
The old man raised his head and saw Cheng Buzheng walking towards me in a leisurely manner. The old man casually put the ancient book in a thread and placed it on the counter. There were eight big characters written on the cover: "Junior sister wants to take possession of me."
"Boss Cheng, how did you learn to make weapons?"
Cheng Buzhu saw the old man asking seriously, and he replied with a smile
"Old man Nan. , why are you suddenly concerned about me? Are you going to introduce your grandniece to me?"
The old man gave him a fierce look and said
"It's just you, you are not worthy of me. The grandniece is the seedling of the foundation, so don't make any decisions."
Cheng Buzheng didn't pay attention to the old man's fierce expression, but smiled and said
"Old man, we have such a good relationship. The old man glanced at him disdainfully and said;
"If you are not afraid of being beaten to death, just go and give it a try. Don't blame me for not giving you a chance."
Hearing this.
Cheng Buzhu couldn't help but be stunned. Although he heard the old man mention that his grandson and grandniece were practicing in the sect, he never knew their names and their cultivation levels.
He asked curiously
"Old man Nan, who are your grandson and grandniece?"
"I want to know"
The old man chuckled and said
"Go to Fengyun Tower and buy a pot of Longquan wine, and I will tell you how."
Cheng Buzheng did not respond and stepped forward. In two steps, he came to the counter, took out a pot of spiritual wine and two wine cups, placed them on the small table inside the counter, took out a wooden stool, and sat down.
"It has been prepared a long time ago. We have not drank together for some time.
Come and taste this pot of wine."
Speaking, Cheng Buzheng held the handle of the jade pot, filled the white jade wine cup to seven points, and then poured himself a glass of spiritual wine. A strong aroma of wine spread in the hall.
He stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.
"You always invite me"
The old man was not polite, he directly pinched the handle of the wine cup, sniffed gently with his nose, and then took a sip, his eyes narrowed involuntarily. stand up.
"Good wine, is it Baiyun City's Qin Family's Fairy Brew?"
But the old man's tone was extremely positive.
"Old man, your nose is really good
Now you canTell me, who is your grand-niece?"
The old man glanced at Cheng Buzheng strangely and said
"Did I say that I haven't drunk much wine yet, what did you say? You're talking nonsense."
Cheng Buzheng looked at the old man who was playing rogue but with a serious face. He couldn't help but feel happy, and joked
"Old man, next time, don't take the lazy one with you. "He played with the wine cup and smiled.
"I was afraid that you would be beaten to death and no one would drink with me, so I didn't tell you."
The old man spoke seriously. Said
"Boy, I am doing this for your own good. ”
“Okay, Old Man Nan, let me ask you something serious.”
The old man took a sip of wine, squinted his eyes, half-lying on the rocking chair, and said< /p>
“Speak quickly if you have something to say, and fart if you have any.”
“I walked around in the Buddhist Scripture Pagoda, but I didn’t find any soul spells. There was only one soul spell. Sting spell.
Is there any truth in this?"
The old man disagreed and said
"I thought it was something serious.
In the sect The soul-type spells are all on the third floor of the Scripture Depository Tower. They were originally placed on the second floor of the Scripture Depository Tower. However, the Qi-training monks in the sect are greedy for such spells. During the battle, they have the ability to surprise and compete to learn them.
However, practicing this type of magic is relatively dangerous. Most disciples who practice this technique alone are counterattacked by the spell, and their spiritual consciousness is seriously injured, making it difficult to continue their path to immortality.
Seeing this, the sect moved all such spells to the third floor of the Buddhist Scripture Tower.
Now, only the disciples of the Master's Uncle in the Foundation Establishment Stage can learn such spells. With the protection of the Foundation Establishment Stage monks, these dangers can be eliminated
As for the soul stabbing spell , is the lowest level among all the spells. Even the backlash only gives me a headache for a while, and it will be gone after a while, so I stayed on the second floor of the Scripture Deposit Tower.
Boy, you are only at the fourth level of Qi training, so don’t have any evil intentions."
Hearing this.
Cheng Buzheng gave the old man another Drinking a glass of wine, he nodded and said
"What you always teach me is, but I have successfully cultivated the soul thorn."
"So, I just want to learn a soul-related skill." Defensive spells. ”
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