Chapter 324: Extraordinary "I've already told you that this isn't a treasure, but you still have to come over to see it. I'm really impressed! I don't know where all these good things come from in this world! There's so much blood, so sticky, so greasy, and so smelly. It's a pity for my hair..." Compared to Ling Cang's chatter, Wei Wenxin was exceptionally calm: "People die for money and birds die for food. It's normal." Ling Cang used his spiritual sense to control a dozen wooden combs, carefully combing his hair, while looking at her sideways: "They are normal, but you are not. You have been very angry in recent years." Others provoked her first, and she didn't deliberately provoke others. So when does fighting back count as being too violent? Wei Wenxin does not admit this. "No, I am very peaceful. This is probably my most peaceful state." "Chi - your apprentice is awake." The talking stopped abruptly. When he regained consciousness, he vaguely heard his master and Senior Ling Cang arguing. Heiguo could not quite understand what they were saying. He just felt pain all over his body, especially his ribs. I just moved my arm a little and got slightly rubbed, and the pain went straight to the top of my head!
The air around them was very dry, making people feel a burning sensation on their skin and their mouths were so dry that they were chapped. It seemed that they were very close to the magical mountain gate of the Fire Sect. Little Heiguo slowly opened his eyes and just as he was about to lick his lips, sweet spiritual spring water was fed to his mouth. "Master..." Heiguo drank enough water before he spoke weakly. "Ah." The Master responded quietly, as concisely and clearly as always. Then Heiguo felt her head sink, and it turned out that her master gently touched her forehead. "No more fever." The little guy was lying on the bed. He wanted to raise his arm to touch his forehead, but he felt weak all over and had no strength to do it. Wei Wenxin picked her up and put her on her lap. "Come, have some soup." A spoonful of thick broth was fed to his mouth. Not knowing what kind of meat it was made of, Heiguo didn't ask and just opened his mouth. Very fragrant, very strong, with a strong medicinal smell. Leaning on his master's arm, Heiguo slowly drank half a bowl of soup. He felt warm all over and the pain in his bones was relieved. I guess this soup is not something ordinary. "Master, what's wrong with me?" She had been practicing sword skills very hard these days, immersed in the joy of learning kendo, but suddenly she became so weak. She didn't know what was wrong with her. She was a little scared and couldn't help grabbing her master's sleeve. Seeing that she had finished drinking the easily digestible broth, Wei Wenxin skillfully wiped her mouth, put his arm around her shoulders and patted her gently, smiling gently: "Don't be afraid, you just absorbed too much spiritual energy these days, and the sword bone showed up." Although Wei Wenxin didn't understand why she missed her sword bone, as she had held the child in her arms since birth and looked at her countless times every day, the fact had already happened and she shouldn't question its authenticity.
There are all kinds of things in the world. If you try to get to the bottom of everything, how can you live your life? "Master, what is sword bone?" There is too much common sense in the world of cultivating immortals, and too much systematic basic knowledge. Heiguo is only three years old, less than four years old. He has never seen or even heard of anything too advanced. "Sword bones are a special kind of bone that you are born with. They can enhance your understanding of the way of the sword and the power of your sword moves. If you are lucky enough, you can also obtain the most suitable secret skills for your practice from your bones. Just like the innate magical powers of some monsters. As for how sword bones come from, no one knows so far. Just think of it as a favor from heaven." Heiguo did not hesitate and repeated the sword technique that came with his internal energy. He wanted to explain the details, but he couldn't. However, he had no problem talking about the matter itself. Wei Wenxin didn't expect such a good thing to happen, and hurriedly asked her: "What is the name of this sword technique? If it is not as good as the sword technique inherited by the sect, even if it is more suitable for you, you don't have to practice this." As a direct disciple of the Wanjian Sect, he has the confidence to refuse the pie that falls from the sky. Because no one knows what the filling of this pie is, but the stuff from our own sect is real good stuff. "Master, have you heard of the Chaos Blue Lotus Art?" Wei Wenxin thought about it carefully, then shook her head. Seeing her shaking her head, Hei Guo was a little scared, and grabbed her sleeve with his left hand, and stretched out his right hand: "It's about this thick, it's glowing in my head, I can only turn to the pages of the first level of Qi Refining, Master, please help me quickly!" Wei Wenxin probed into her sea of consciousness and searched carefully for a long time, but found nothing. "The treasure is hidden by itself. No one can see it except herself." Ling Cang finally cleaned up his white hair. When he heard them talking about the sword technique, he couldn't help but raise his chin: "What in this world don't I know? This 'Chaos Azure Lotus Art' is the most advanced sword cultivation technique of the Azure Lotus Sword Sect in ancient times. At that time, the most outstanding spiritual roots were the comprehensive five spiritual roots, not the so-called single spiritual roots, you know? It's just that due to internal and external troubles, the Azure Lotus Sword Sect was torn apart, and this technique also became incomplete. There are fragments of this sword art in the sect's treasury, but it is not called this. Instead, it was renamed 'Hunyuan Yiqi Sword'. It's normal that you don't know it." "So it's better for Hei Guo to practice this?" Ling Cang nodded. Wei Wenxin breathed a sigh of relief and finally felt at ease. "In that case, once the Black Fruit Sword Bone is stabilized, we can try to draw Qi into the body." The monks of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect all begin to draw Qi into their bodies after entering the Sword Pavilion at the age of six. However, there are not so many teachers to provide one-on-one guidance. Children are young and it is easy for problems to arise if they practice randomly. Moreover, three to six years old is the time to lay the foundation. Only if you lay a good foundation can you achieve twice the result with half the effort in your practice. But many children from large families enjoy better resources and better education, and most of them do not have to wait until the age of six. Heiguo is ready, and it's time to embark on her path of cultivation. When the little girl heard this, she immediately smiled and showed her big white teeth! She has waited for this day for too long! Seeing her happy, Wei Wenxin was also happy. "I said, when you grow up, you will understand your extraordinaryness. Am I right? Hmm?" Another wave of severe pain came, and Heiguo's head was buzzing with pain, but the smile on his face could not be wiped away. Seeing that she didn't speak, Wei Wenxin knew that she was probably in pain, so her voice became softer: "Our little Hei Guo'er was born with a sword bone and is a genius in sword training! It might be a little painful these few days, just bear with it, okay?"
After the severe pain passed, Heiguo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and nodded heavily! "I'm not afraid of pain! I'm a genius!" "Yes, remember, you are a genius! But talent cannot determine everything. The most important thing is to work hard, do you understand?" "Okay! I'll try my best!" "Well, go to sleep. When you wake up, Master will take you to Lihuo Market to play!" That night, the little black fruit was full of ambition and expectations for the future. On the way home from school, many snack stalls occupied the road and crowded the intersections. The oil pans were less than half a meter away from the children’s faces. Sister Wang asked me, "Mom, are they setting up stalls here because they are so poor?" In her mind, roadside stalls occupying the road are unhygienic, unsafe, immoral and very bad things. If they were not extremely poor, no normal person would set up a stall here. I was giving thumbs up crazily in my heart. If I wasn’t crazy poor, I wouldn’t do such a thing, but I am a hypocritical adult. I told her: "They set up stalls here because they are hardworking and want to live a better life through their own labor." Compared to Sister Wang’s direct expression of her true feelings, this answer is undoubtedly much more decent. It also saved us from getting beaten, haha. However, having said that, after going through that journey, I still made a patch. Tell her that setting up a small stall itself is not wrong, but the series of risks brought by these mobile vendors who occupy the road are what people hate. If it were a night market, where merchants do business for a long time, the situation would be different. Alas, I called the mayor’s hotline last year, but it only worked for a few months. (End of this chapter)