Of the two brothers, one was the pride of the Dao Academy, the other lived in a secluded corner of the family.
The difference between heaven and earth was enough to drive people crazy, but there was no trace of anger on Wang Zhangji's face. From beginning to end, he was eating calmly.
It was as if eating was the most important thing in the world.
His eating speed was very balanced, and his eating was also very meticulous.
The pig trotters and vegetables that belonged to him were all finished, and the last mouthful of rice was also swallowed. Only then did he look at his younger brother, his voice gentle: "Zhangxiang, what's the matter?"
"Nothing much. I just finished a mission and wanted to have a chat with you, Big Brother."
"Good boy, eat the vegetables, just eating meat won't do." Wang Zhangji stroked the orange cat that was eating the pig trotters, gently persuading it, then turned to Wang Zhangxiang: "Tell me, you seem to have a lot on your mind."
"We went to investigate the disappearance of Xiaolin Town, but when we got there, we found that the place was covered by a thick fog, and even a tornado couldn't blow it away. The entire town was filled with wandering souls, and with the Nine Palaces as the foundation, they formed the Nine Palaces Wandering Souls Formation … Xiaoju! "At this point, Wang Zhangxiang suddenly scolded angrily.
It turned out that the fat orange cat was impatient with Wang Zhangji teasing it with vegetables, so it clawed at him, leaving three bloody scratches on the back of Wang Zhangji's hand.
"You're so fierce." Wang Zhangji sighed helplessly, giving up on trying to get Xiaoju to eat some vegetables. He used his left hand to cover the wound on the back of his right hand, then said to Wang Zhangxiang: "Even if you tell me about these dao techniques and formations, I don't understand."
Wang Zhangxiang lowered his head, and his voice also lowered: "But I don't know why, but I just want to tell you."
Wang Zhangji rubbed his forehead: "Tell me, tell me."
"Did you know, brother? Someone used all the living beings in Xiaolin Town to gather the wandering souls of Maplewood City over the years, and before City Lord Wei arrived, they condensed the illusion of the Gates of the Abyss and left! "At this moment, Wang Zhangxiang was like a child asking for credit.
"The illusion of the Gates of the Abyss? Is it very powerful? "
"Paying such a huge price, of course it's extraordinary! With the illusion of the Gates of the Abyss in hand, you can communicate with the Netherworld at any time. The power of the Netherworld dao techniques can be increased by at least 50%! For example, exorcism daoist techniques can completely surpass grades. " Speaking up to this point, Wang Zhangxiang lowered his eyebrows again. "I wonder where the demon behind this is going to cause trouble."
"This matter will be handled by the Arrest Department. If Wei Quji fails, there's still the County Governor. If the City Dao Academy fails, there's still the County Dao Academy. Behind the County Dao Academy, there's still the National Dao Academy. Don't worry, "Wang Zhangji comforted.
By this time, Xiaoju had already finished eating the pig trotters. He did not even look at the plate of vegetables. He licked his paws and walked away arrogantly.
Wang Zhangji stood up to clear the table.
"I won't keep you," he said before entering the door.
Wang Zhangxiang quietly watched his brother's back as he walked into the room. Then, he turned around and walked out. However, when he passed by Xiao Ju's recliner, he suddenly flicked his little finger.
An almost undetectable wind blade flashed past.
Xiaoju suddenly jumped up and looked around in shock. Half of its long whiskers had been blown away by the wind.
"If you dare to scratch my brother again … hmph." Wang Zhangxiang left with a smile.
However, he remembered how much his brother longed for dao techniques when they were young and how much he loved the supernatural world. But now, no matter what he said in front of him, he could not see that kind of emotion.
It was as if he was already willing to live like this.
Wang Zhangxiang's steps could not be light.
…
Today, the teacher taught the Flaming Blade, a mid-grade dao technique of the fourth grade. It was the advanced level of the low-grade dao technique of the fourth grade, and also one of the foundations of the fire element dao technique.
It was to gather flames into a blade and directly kill the opponent with the hot fire element elemental energy. It was also very effective against ghosts and other filthy things.
In fact, at this level, dao techniques were already stronger than ordinary weapons made of iron.
Jiang Wang had already memorized the seals and precautions of this dao technique. At this time, he suddenly remembered Wei Yan's long blade. That blade was extremely sharp and was definitely not an ordinary weapon. Because with Wei Yan's strength, ordinary iron was only a burden to him.
He also thought of Li Jianqiu's sword hanging at his waist all year round and thought that it must be extraordinary.
Thinking of this, he was a bit envious. His sword was half destroyed after killing the resentful ghost last time. When he came back, he took out money to buy a new one. It was still an ordinary iron sword. He could not afford a truly powerful sword and had no way to buy one.
He just did not know how powerful the weapons in the hands of those great martial artists who entered the dao through martial arts were.
He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he did not notice the atmosphere in the class. It was not until Ling He quietly nudged him that he realized what was going on.
The teacher was an old man who was almost sixty years old. He was very old-fashioned and strict. His surname was Xiao. The students called him Xiao Tiemian in private.
At this time, after Xiao Tiemian finished teaching, he randomly picked a few students to practice. When it was Fang Heling's turn, he actually managed to complete the dao technique. Although the flame of the Flaming Blade was shaky, it was still completed.
Even Xiao Tiemian was somewhat satisfied, but he suddenly said, "Senior Apprentice-Brother Jiang Wang opened his meridians before me. Why don't you also try this dao technique? If there's anything that doesn't go well, you can ask our master for advice."
So Xiao Tiemian's eyes fell on Jiang Wang who was distracted.
Oh no. Jiang Wang thought. He got up from the futon and said honestly, "I haven't laid the foundation yet."
Fang Heling, who entered the inner sect at the same time as him, could already perform dao techniques. But he had not finished laying the foundation yet. The other students looked at him strangely.
"You don't need to listen to the lecture if you haven't laid the foundation?" Xiao Tiemian stared at him. What he hated the most were the students who slacked off. Obviously, they had embarked on the path of Transcendence, but they did not know how to cherish it. They only used it as a capital to show off in front of ordinary people.
"I know I was wrong." Jiang Wang lowered his head and admitted his mistake like a hoodlum.
Xiao Tiemian said coldly, "Go back and copy the 'Purple Virtual Scripture' a hundred times. You don't need to come to my class until you finish."
"Yes." Jiang Wang lowered his head and responded. In his heart, he complained bitterly. The full name of the Purple Virtual Scripture was the 'Purple Virtual Scripture of the Highest Heavens'. It was the fundamental scripture of Mount Yujing. Every Daoist of Mount Yujing could be said to be familiar with it. There was really no need to copy it. Xiao Tiemian was purely punishing him.
Most importantly, the entire scripture was close to thirty thousand words … How long would it take to copy it?
But he knew that he could not refuse. Otherwise, with Xiao Tiemian's temper, he might just roll up his sleeves and beat him up.
In the following class, Jiang Wang tried his best to be alert. He did not dare to slack off at all. With great difficulty, he waited until Xiao Tiemian left with his hands behind his back. Fang Heling once again came over and stammered.
"Oh, Junior Jiang, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you hadn't laid the foundation yet! " Cultivation was not based on time. Fang Heling also very naturally changed the term 'Senior' to 'Junior'. His tone was very regretful. "After opening my meridians, I took fifty-three days to successfully lay the foundation. I feel that it was too slow and I feel ashamed. I thought that with Junior Jiang's prestige in the past, you should have laid the foundation long ago … Sigh, this matter is too troublesome. "
The foundation-laying formation used by Zhuangdao academies had a total of eighty-one formation points. Based on the harvest of two pieces of Dao Energy from two meridians per day, laying the foundation in fifty-three days could not be said to be slow. This was because there were many errors in the formation points, causing the progress to stagnate.
Currently, the record for laying the foundation in the entire Zhuangdao Academy was Zhu Weiwo. He had successfully laid the foundation in nine days, surpassing all previous records. From this inconceivable speed, his dao meridian true spirit was definitely not at the level of a bumpkin true spirit like Jiang Wang. But as for what level of true spirit it was, it involved personal privacy and there was no way to find out.
Speaking of which, for the disciples of Maplewood City's Dao Academy, it was normal for them to take sixty to ninety days.
It was no wonder that Fang Heling was so self-satisfied.
He did not hide the provocation in his eyes. He also wanted to see this arrogant fellow in front of him fly into a rage out of humiliation. He had even simulated the following battle in his mind. He wanted to use his dao techniques to brilliantly deal with this bumpkin who could only rely on his sword techniques.
But Jiang Wang only smiled and turned to leave.
He was not angry and did not care.
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