"No."
Li Mu subconsciously turned his head to look again and found that the musicians who played the pipes were also naked. They were sitting on the futons and playing the music with a solemn look on their faces.
"What happened?"
"It's reasonable for one person to be naked, but all the people in the room are naked … It's too weird."
Li Mu realized that something might be wrong.
"Is it an illusion?"
He blinked.
"Young Master? Young Master … "Xin 'er reminded him in a low voice," Young Master, you are bleeding. "
"Oh, nosebleed, it's normal … Ah? "What? Nosebleed … Shit. " Li Mu hurriedly raised his hand and touched it. Sure enough, there were two streaks of nosebleeds. "What the f * ck! Nosebleeds because of the impact. This is f * cking embarrassing. After all, I am a Great Master who has stirred up a storm in Chang 'an City. I have fought so many battles without bleeding, but I have nosebleeds on such an occasion."
"This is all essence blood."
"One drop of essence blood is ten drops of blood. So much blood is equal to dozens of drops of essence."
"The loss is great."
"It's okay. I'm a little overheated recently, so I often have nosebleeds … Hey? When did you put on … "Li Mu said perfunctorily, but suddenly widened his eyes again, because he found that just at this moment, maid Xin 'er put on clothes again.
"Wear what? Young Master, you … "Xin 'er looked at Li Mu suspiciously.
Li Mu quickly continued to perfunctorily, "Oh, it's okay. I'm malnourished recently, and may need a few bottles of Nutrient-express to supplement …" In his heart, there had been a huge wave.
Because when he looked over again, he found that Hua Xiangrong, who was dancing, and the musicians who played the music, were actually wearing clothes, and did not look naked at all.
"What's going on?"
The little maid Xin 'er angrily handed a towel to Li Mu to wipe the nosebleed, and at the same time, a trace of sarcasm appeared on her delicate little face.
"This Young Master is too weak. He has a nosebleed when watching my miss dance."
Li Mu had no time to notice so much.
While wiping the nosebleed, he was thinking quickly in his mind, "What the hell is going on?"
There was a faint pain between his eyebrows.
He subconsciously reached out and touched it.
Eh?
There was a lump, hard as if it had been bitten by a mosquito.
But don't joke around. How can there be a mosquito that can bite through my skin that even a knife can't cut?
Li Mu realized that it might have something to do with the change of his spiritual force.
"Is there a mirror?" he asked.
The little maid, Xin 'er, brought over a dressing mirror with a puzzled expression.
Li Mu looked in the mirror and found that there was indeed a bulge above his eyebrows. It was hard to notice if he didn't look carefully. But if he looked carefully, he found that the bulge was shaped like a vertical closed eye … Wait, a vertical eye?
Vertical eye?
Li Mu shuddered.
He suddenly remembered what the old faker had said.
"Hehe, brat, I'm not afraid to tell you that the Xiantian Skill I taught you is a real immortal's Cultivation Method, which can make immortals reborn. Mortals can become immortals in one fell swoop by practicing it. Every time they reach a new level, they will unlock the magic of immortals. Hahaha …" The old faker's tone at that time was very arrogant, because he was drunk at that time.
Could it be that the change just now was because I had finally reached the primary level of the first level of the Xiantian Skill, so I had activated some kind of magical power?
That must be it.
If it was a vertical eye …
Well, in the ancient myths and legends of China, Erlang God Yang Jian cultivated a vertical eye between his eyebrows. After opening it, he could see through the falsehood, changes, and everything. At that time, Sun Wukong fought with Erlang God Yang Jian with his 72 changes, but no matter how he changed, he was restrained by Yang Jian, because his vertical Third Eye could see through the changes of Sun Wukong.
Could it be that the first level of the magic of the Xiantian Skill was this vertical Third Eye?
Opening the Third Eye?
Li Mu understood.
He didn't care that Hua Xianghua was still dancing and singing on the side, and hurriedly ran his spiritual force silently, trying to gather at the position of the Third Eye between his eyebrows, and carefully figured out the power of this Third Eye. Sure enough, he found that when the spiritual force ran and concentrated at the position of the Third Eye between his eyebrows, a sharp pain occurred, and then that vertical eye was slightly opened like a hair gap.
In this case, when he looked around again, he found that everything was very clear.
The key was that, sure enough, Hua Xiangrong and a group of women were all attracted by Li Mu again.
Li Mu opened his mouth wide.
It really was the Heavenly Eye.
The old faker didn't lie to him.
However, it seemed that the magical effect of the Third Eye was only to see through things?
He returned the mirror to the maid Xin 'er, and pretended to look around the room inadvertently. Sure enough, when he looked at those cabinets and other things, as long as he concentrated a little more spiritual force, he could see through the cabinet door and see the things displayed inside.
After a simple experiment, Li Mu found that the effect of the Third Eye was related to the concentration of spiritual force, as well as the density, material, and thickness of the things seen. For example, the clothes of Hua Xiangrong and others could be worn at a glance, but the cabinet door and the wall needed to be deliberately concentrated and condensed the power of the Third Eye to see through them.
"According to the old faker, the magic opened after the primary level of the first level of the Xiantian Skill must be the Third Eye, but the problem is that the so-called magic of the immortals should not only have such a little power."
Li Mu thought in his heart.
He vaguely realized that it might be because his spiritual force was not enough to fully open the Third Eye, and only opened a hair-like gap, so he could only see through things. If he had enough spiritual force and fully opened the Third Eye, maybe it could have other powers?
But to do this, it was estimated that he must reach the advanced level of the first level of the Xiantian Skill.
Li Mu had a general understanding in his heart, so he was relieved.
The only regret was that he still could not feel the existence of the slightest internal qi in his body, as if it had been consumed up.
This unusual change made Li Mu realize the importance of internal qi.
Obviously, the previous hard practice of the Xiantian Skill did not really produce the slightest internal qi, but some internal qi was accumulated in the body. But because it was too little, he could not perceive and control it, just like storing water in a sponge, which was invisible on the surface, but after the accumulation to a certain extent, it finally produced some slight qualitative changes and opened the Third Eye.
The sound of music and singing in his ears gradually stopped.
When Li Mu came to his senses, Hua Xiangrong had finished singing and came to Li Mu barefooted.
"Young Master seems to be absent-minded." Beauty Hua was angry.
Usually, when she danced, many dignitaries scrambled to see her. But now, she danced for him alone, but he was absent-minded. Although Hua Xiangrong did not really want to give herself to Li Mu, after all, she was amazed by Li Mu's talent, and she also hoped that the boy with amazing poetry talent could appreciate her dance.
"Your dance is as graceful as a fairy, which reminds me of some dusty past events long ago." Li Mu lied perfunctorily.
In fact, at this time, he had some other speculations in his heart.
"Why didn't he break through earlier or later, but when he saw Hua Xiangrong singing and dancing, there was a change in his body and his internal qi surged, and he finally reached the basic level of the first level of the Xiantian Skill?"
Li Mu began to recall the situation at that time.
He clearly remembered that at that time, the moonlight was like white sand, shining on Beauty Hua's body. Her dancing posture was as graceful as a fairy, ethereal and otherworldly, as if it was a fairyland. His spiritual world was touched at that time, his spiritual force was agitated, and the Internal Qi hidden in his body began to surge uncontrollably …
"Could it be that the reason why I broke through was because of Hua Xiangrong's dance?"
"Young Master, why are you silent again? You are absent-minded. Is it because my dance is unsightly? "Hua Xiangrong said again.
Women's intuition was always very sharp. She could feel that Li Mu's mind was not here, which made her a little frustrated.
Li Mu once again talked nonsense calmly, and said, "Master Hua, you misunderstood me. I was moved by your dance. This dance should only exist in heaven, and it is rare to hear it in the human world, so I was immersed in it and couldn't extricate myself for a long time. I wonder if Master Hua can dance again to shock me again."
Once it came to martial arts, cultivation, and strength improvement, Li Mu would become extremely calm, which was a kind of life instinct deeply hidden in his bone marrow. Compared with returning to Earth to save the earth, everything else was fleeting.
He wanted to see Hua Xiangrong dance again under the moonlight, and try to see if it could make his spirit surge again and produce some changes.
Because in his heart, there was already a vague speculation.
"You're insatiable." Xin 'er, the maid on the side, began to feel indignant. "You pretended so well before, and I really thought you were calm. Just now when my miss was dancing, you were distracted, and now you want to dance again. Do you think my miss is a person who dances casually?"
"Xin 'er, don't be rude." Hua Xiangrong reprimanded the personal maid with a smile, and then looked at Li Mu, saying, "Young Master, I've just danced a song, and I'm a little tired. What's more, if I dance the same song again, the taste will be different."
Speaking of this, Hua Kui's face flashed a trace of slyness that matched her age, and she said, "Of course, if Young Master can make another poem like Beauty Poem to inspire me, it is not impossible to dance again."
Li Mu was stunned, and then laughed again.
"This woman … is asking for poems in a different way."
"It is not so easy to make a poem that can last a hundred years, because it needs the situation and the state of mind."
However, although Li Mu was only at the level of a junior high school student, he had learned a lot of poems from ancient sages on Earth. Anyway, he had copied several in a row, so it did not matter to copy a few more.
He nodded and said, "Okay."
Then, after a little thinking, he had already thought of a poem in his heart, and said, "I miss the clothes in the clouds, and the face in the flowers; the autumn wind blows the railing, and the moonlight is thick. If we don't meet in the Holy House, will we meet in the Yaotai under the moon? "
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