Meng Qi didn't even have time to feel sorry for the blood moon.
She looked up at the sky. Under the blue sky, a huge and strong goshawk spread its wings. It really had the aura of covering the sky and the sun.
Although it was just a shadow, even the feathers on its wings seemed to be distinct and sharp, pointing at the ghostly shadow on the ground.
Meng Qi turned to look at Ji Wujiong.
The other party's eyes were blood-red, and the wound on his face was faintly red, as if it would burn in the next moment.
The pitch-black narrow saber in his hand was slanted to the ground. His lips kept moving, and no one knew what he was chanting.
"Insignificant skill!" In Meng Qi's mind, the man's voice became lazy. "You can think about what you want him to do in the next twenty-four hours."
His tone was relaxed, and Meng Qi subconsciously outlined her master's appearance in her mind.
The white-robed man had his hair tied up and wore a crown with wide sleeves. Not only was his appearance far superior to that of a banished immortal, but his temperament was also like that of an immortal.
He liked spring afternoons the most. The wooden recliner under the peach blossom tree was covered with a soft cushion. Beside it was a small black table with seasonal fresh fruits.
He lay lazily on the recliner, half-closed his starry eyes, and lazily watched Meng Qi cultivate.
That kind of time was the most tranquil and beautiful period of her life.
Hearing the man's casual and calm voice, Meng Qi's eyebrows also relaxed.
In contrast, Ji Wujiong's red eyes and even the wound on his face turned red.
It was obvious who was superior.
Ji Wujiong was clearly much stronger than her, but Meng Qi didn't know why, but her whole body relaxed.
She suddenly wasn't afraid of anything.
She could fearlessly face all the difficulties and obstacles in front of her!
Meng Qi's lips curled up slightly, and her smile relaxed her eyebrows.
Ji Wujiong glared at her coldly and snorted softly.
In an instant, the formation in front of him exploded violently.
Those ghostly white shadows suddenly merged into a ball and then grew bigger and bigger. Finally, a strong white arm emerged from the ground.
A giant supported himself on the ground and slowly stood up.
"Heh —" The man laughed lazily.
"Hahaha …" Ji Wujiong laughed coldly.
Meng Qi stood solemnly as he held several Xuan Spirit Stones in his hand.
She had extorted three thousand Xuan Spirit Stones from the Wind Alliance. At this time, she was rich and overbearing. She was also supporting her Shizun to win Ji Wujiong, so she was very generous.
Another eagle cry resounded in the sky.
The goshawk suddenly swooped down, its sharp claws extended as it pounced on the huge ghostly white figure.
Although the ghostly white shadow was huge, it was far less agile than the goshawk.
Moreover, one of them was in the air. His movements were swift and sharp, and he could dive down at any time.
In the blink of an eye, the gigantic ghostly white figure was forced to retreat, and even had to dodge in a sorry state.
"Watch his movements clearly." The man suddenly reminded Meng Qi.
"Yes." Meng Qi looked at Ji Wujiong as instructed.
The narrow blade in his hand was carved on the ground, as if he was drawing a new formation.
Meng Qi's right hand hung by his side, and he quickly drew the same trajectory in the air as his narrow blade's movements.
Ji Wujiong raised his narrow blade, and Meng Qi happened to draw the best stroke.
"Have you memorized it?" The man asked gently.
"Yes." Meng Qi nodded obediently. "But I don't recognize it."
"This guy might be a Fiendish Cultivator." The man said, "Memorize it first, and I'll teach you slowly."
"… Okay." Meng Qi was startled for a moment, then responded softly.
It was clearly a simple sentence, but her nose felt sour, and even her eyes felt a little hot.
She shouldn't have thought so much just because of Ji Wujiong's words.
Shizun was clearly the best!
Meng Qi quickly blinked, blinking away the mist that rose in her eyes.
The fight between the fly and the ghostly white figure in front of them was nearing its end.
Ji Wujiong suddenly cursed, stabbed his narrow blade into the ground, and turned his head to look coldly at Meng Qi.
The red color in his eyes gradually faded, and the wound on his face turned black again.
Ji Wujiong's eyes became clear, and he looked coldly at Meng Qi. "You win."
"Huh?" Meng Qi asked curiously, "Where's your new formation? Aren't you going to activate it? "
"I'm out of spirit stones." Ji Wujiong snorted coldly.
As his voice fell, the ghostly white figure really did slowly fade.
The goshawk let out a long cry, and its sharp claws flipped the white figure.
Just like the little ghosts before, with a soft "puff" sound, the huge ghostly white figure turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared in the wind.
The goshawk spiraled into the sky, and the other goshawks that were much smaller than it began to return from all directions.
Other than the two kinds of medicine that they had snatched from Ji Wujiong, they quickly brought back the other spirit herbs and flowers that could cure the Seven Object Poison, and obediently placed them in Meng Qi's hands.
Ji Wujiong snorted coldly, and turned his head away from Meng Qi.
He actually had some spirit stones on him during this period of time.
Other than the spirit stones that Lu Qing Ran owed the Xiuzhe Alliance, he still had about a hundred eighth-grade spirit stones left.
For most xiuzhe, that could be used for a long time.
Ji Wujiong had never worried about spirit stones in his life, and had never thought that it would be difficult to move around in the Three Thousand Worlds without spirit stones.
It was only when he was forced into such a sorry state by Su Qian outside Hua Jiang Manor because of Lu Qing Ran's debt, and it happened to be when he was at his weakest that he began to prepare some spirit stones on him.
Just now, when he was fighting Meng Qi, especially in the last battle for the formation, he had casually tossed out all of his spirit stones.
The new formation was drawn, but there were no more spirit stones to activate it.
This was the second time that Ji Wujiong was stumped by spirit stones.
And both times it was because of Meng Qi!
Meng Qi raised her eyebrows and smiled lightly, her mood was really very good.
Winning against Ji Wujiong was only one of the reasons, and it was also the most unimportant one.
She summoned the small cauldron, and threw all of the spirit herbs and flowers in satisfaction.
Then Meng Qi looked up at Ji Wujiong: "No spirit stones?"
Her voice was light, and she had a faint smile: "You know you can't beat me, so you might as well … Ugh –"
Before she finished speaking, a chill seemed to seep out from her spirit ocean.
Then, the spirit energy in her body seemed to be sucked dry, and everything in front of her became blurry …
"Ugh –" Meng Qi groaned again, and her vision suddenly turned black, and her body fell down softly.
"Hey!" Ji Wujiong turned his head and saw this scene.
He instinctively took a step forward and looked at the unconscious green-robed girl.
The other party's plain little face was deathly pale, her long eyelashes drooped, and her thin body fell to the ground, looking quite delicate and pitiful.
But Meng Qi's smile hadn't disappeared yet.
She didn't finish speaking just now, but Ji Wujiong couldn't be more clear about what she wanted to say.
She just wanted to say that she couldn't beat her, so she found an excuse to admit defeat.
Was he that kind of person?!
Ji Wujiong leaned over, and the slightly cool sleeve of his black robe swept across Meng Qi's cheek.
A faint light flickered on his slender fingers, and a bit of spell light illuminated the girl's fair and elegant cheek.
"She overused her spirit energy …" Ji Wujiong's eyes flashed slightly.
It was no wonder that Meng Qi, a Foundation Building cultivator, refused to admit defeat and wanted to fight him head-on.
She should be glad that he didn't want to use his power to bully others, so he used a formation to determine the winner, and not an attack formation, but a direct attack on her.
Otherwise, even if there were a hundred Meng Qis, they would have been reduced to ashes.
Ji Wujiong spread his robe sleeves and stood up.
His gaze fell on the small bronze cauldron Meng Qi was refining medicine on the ground.
The small cauldron looked very crude, and was the most common one on the market, the lowest grade small cauldron that ordinary medical cultivators would use.
There was nothing strange about it.
Compared to the powerful and profound formation cultivation that Meng Qi displayed, the things she used were too simple.
"Has the Three Thousand Worlds now become so ignorant of good and evil, ignorant of good and evil, and inverted the hierarchy?" Ji Wujiong's gaze swept across Meng Qi's still pale little face, and looked at the simple green robe on her body, and muttered.
He didn't have spirit stones, so he couldn't even refine medicine, so he simply sat down cross-legged beside Meng Qi.
In order to fight with her just now, Ji Wujiong had consumed a lot of energy.
He closed his eyes and clasped his hands together, and the spiritual energy in his body began to circulate rapidly.
However, every time it completed a cycle and returned to the spiritual sea, he would unconsciously frown.
In just a moment, fine beads of sweat had already appeared on Ji Wujiong's forehead, and the back of his black robe was gradually soaked with sweat.
When other cultivators cultivated, every time their spiritual energy completed a cycle, they would return to the spiritual sea.
That feeling was always wonderful and comfortable.
However, Ji Wujiong seemed to be enduring incomparably great pain, and in the end, his sweat even poured down.
In the barrier, a breeze blew, and the grass and trees rustled.
The blue sky was always bright, and there was no distinction between day and night.
Meng Qi didn't know how long she had been unconscious.
When she opened her eyes, her surroundings were still very bright. Her small bronze cauldron was not far in front of her, and it was within reach.
"Ugh —" She moved her body. Her spiritual sea was still aching faintly, but the bone-chilling coldness that seemed to have been sucked out had disappeared.
It seemed to be the same last time.
Meng Qi slowly sat up with one hand on the ground.
Last time outside Hua Jiang Fu, it had been the same. She had overdrawn her spiritual energy, and her spiritual sea had been shaken. She had also been unconscious for a long time before she finally recovered.
She looked down at her hand and instinctively looked around.
Shizun … …
She tried to call out softly in her mind.
As expected, the man's voice did not appear again. If it wasn't for the fact that her spiritual sea was still aching faintly, the ling medicines and flowers that she had thrown in before she fainted would still be in the small bronze cauldron beside her.
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Meng Qi almost thought that everything that had happened before was just a dream.
"Hey!" A pair of long black boots stopped in front of her.
Meng Qi raised her head and met Ji Wujiong's eyes.
She turned her head away in disappointment and stood up unsteadily.
Ji Wujiong snorted coldly, and for once did not speak sarcastically.
Meng Qi took a deep breath. She drew a formation around the small bronze cauldron and threw in a few ling stones.
The flames of the formation rose and instantly surrounded the small bronze cauldron.
In just a moment, a medicinal fragrance wafted out of the small cauldron.
It was bitter and slightly astringent, with the unique smell of the grassland, and surrounded the two of them.
Ji Wujiong: "… …"
Did he see wrongly?!
This fellow used the Fire Formation to refine an antidote?!
Ji Wujiong looked at the formation on the ground that Meng Qi used to refine medicine with a complicated expression.
Then he looked at her.
He also knew how to use the Fire Formation. This was not the original formation, but a modified one.
But using it to refine medicine …
Well, it didn't seem impossible!
Very good!
This arrogance finally made him admire her a little. He no longer felt angry when he looked at Meng Qi.
Meng Qi focused on refining medicine. Although she knew that her shizun had helped her teach Ji Wujiong a good lesson again.
But the other party left immediately, and she didn't have time to say anything.
She didn't know when he would appear again.
She looked at the brilliant flames on the Fire Formation in front of her, and her gaze became a little dazed.
The ecstasy she felt before she fainted slowly faded as the other party disappeared again.
He clearly said that he would find her a blood moon and slowly teach her Ji Wujiong's formations.
When Meng Qi thought of this, she picked up a withered branch completely subconsciously and casually drew the last formation that Ji Wujiong drew.
That formation was quite complicated. The lines overlapped and went back and forth. It was actually quite difficult to draw it in one go and connect it into a formation in the end.
Meng Qi didn't inject any spirit energy. She was completely copying the formation's shape.
This way, even if spirit stones were embedded at the back, it couldn't be activated.
Ji Wujiong was originally standing at the side. At first, he only glanced at Meng Qi from the corner of his eyes from time to time.
Later, he saw her drawing the formation with a withered branch on the ground. He didn't know what she was thinking with her head lowered, so he simply watched her draw openly.
Then, he saw her holding the withered branch in her hand. When the last stroke landed, it just happened to close into a ring and connect into a complete formation.
Ji Wujiong: "…"
He was a little speechless. Didn't they say that the trichiliocosm formation was on the decline and that it barely rose again hundreds of years ago? Until now, it still couldn't compete with sword cultivators and spell cultivators, and had only been reduced to tools for weapon cultivators to refine artifacts and weapons?
How could a small Foundation Establishment cultivator know so many formations? He was simply caught off guard!
"Hey!" Ji Wujiong lowered himself and squatted down opposite the small bronze cauldron. He looked straight into Meng Qi's eyes. "Have you learned this formation before?"
"What?" Meng Qi came back to her senses. She glanced at the formation she drew. "No," she said matter-of-factly.
"Wasn't this the formation you drew earlier? Then, you said that you didn't have any spirit stones and didn't activate it, right? I don't know it. "
Ji Wujiong: "…"
He wasn't angry after being mocked a little.
It was rare that he didn't retort.
He looked into Meng Qi's eyes. The green-robed girl had been unconscious for fourteen to sixteen hours. When she woke up, she began to refine medicine. She was sad and unhappy. She didn't have the slightest joy of winning against him!
Then, she said that she hadn't learned this formation before.
But she picked up a withered branch and drew such a complicated formation with just one stroke?!
A strange look suddenly flashed in Ji Wujiong's eyes.
He looked at Meng Qi with a burning gaze, his eyes full of disbelief. "Just now, you …"
He frowned, still feeling a little incredulous. "You were so far away. You saw me draw it once, and you can draw a formation?"
He saw clearly just now that Meng Qi drew it in one breath. If she injected spiritual aura and drew this formation with spiritual aura …
Oh, I'm afraid she couldn't!
She was only in the Foundation Establishment realm. If she really used that little bit of spiritual aura to draw this formation, she wouldn't even be able to draw one-tenth of it before her spiritual aura was exhausted.
Ji Wujiong stared at Meng Qi for a moment and suddenly stood up.
He seemed to have something hard to decide. He paced back and forth in front of Meng Qi somewhat anxiously.
"Meng Qi." Ji Wujiong stopped and looked down at Meng Qi. "Have you learned the study of formations from beginning to end?"
Meng Qi shook her head.
He knew it!
Whether it was Meng Qi drawing a formation with a withered branch or the way she drew the Thousand Crane Formation before, he knew it.
He only needed to glance at her to know that this guy definitely hadn't learned the study of formations systematically and completely!
But the more this was the case, the more tempting it was.
"Cough, cough …" Ji Wujiong paced back and forth again and coughed a few times. He finally succeeded in making Meng Qi look up at him.
"Since we have nothing to do anyway, let me tell you the history of formations." Ji Wujiong's tone was suddenly no longer as sarcastic as before.
Meng Qi's gaze was strange, and she reminded him, "We have to pass the test of the barrier as soon as possible and leave here. Have you forgotten? "
"Cough, cough, cough …" Ji Wujiong coughed a few more times. "Aren't we waiting to refine medicine?"
This time, he didn't give Meng Qi a chance to refute him. He continued, "Tens of thousands of years ago, there were mighty figures in the trichiliocosm, the demon world, and the demon world who were good at formations. At that time, sword cultivators and dharma cultivators were still as powerful as they are now, running amok in the three realms. However, those who specialize in formations, when they reach the pinnacle, can fight against multiple sword xiu and spell xiu of the same realm by themselves. They are very powerful! "
Meng Qi: "… Then what about medical cultivators?"
"Medical cultivators are quite …" Ji Wujiong looked at Meng Qi's clear eyes and changed the topic. "… They have always stood aloof from worldly affairs and were kind to others. They are indispensable!"
Meng Qi: "…"
It sounded a little fake!
Ji Wujiong actually used three words of praise to praise medical practitioners in one breath, which was completely different from his previous style.
Just from his attitude towards the medical cultivators, the Wind Alliance, and other medical cultivators, one could see his disdain for medical cultivators.
"But medical cultivators never liked to participate in battles." Ji Wujiong continued, "So the sword cultivators, dharma cultivators, and xiuzhe who studied formations roamed the world at that time."
He paused and then slowly said, "At that time, the xiuzhe who specialized in formations were called formation xiu."
"Yes." Meng Qi nodded.
"Sword cultivators, dharma cultivators, and formation xiu divided the world. No one could truly suppress the other. Also, the world was chaotic at that time. The three realms had not been completely separated. Yao xiu, mo xiu, and human xiu often fought. There were countless conflicts in the world. Murderous energies filled the air, and there were bloody battlefields everywhere. The rare Paradise Realm and Mahayana Realm xiuzhe often fought for seven days and seven nights. The world was filled with blood, and the sun, moon, and stars were dim. "
Meng Qi's attention was gradually drawn, and he listened attentively.
Ji Wujiong was exceptionally knowledgeable. Meng Qi could detect it from his sarcastic words.
He didn't expect the other to be so good at telling stories when he was not sarcastic.
"And then?" Meng Qi asked again.
Ji Wujiong turned to look at her, and the corners of his lips curled up.
There were scars on his face. He originally looked cold and arrogant, and his actions were secretive and extreme. Even when he was forced to cooperate with Meng Qi, his words were sarcastic, and his face was full of disdain.
After the battle just now, Meng Qi fought him to the end as a zhuji xiuzhe.
Ji Wujiong did not lie. If he still had spirit stones, he was confident he would not lose.
The other was just a zhuji xiuzhe. He lacked spirit stones, and Meng Qi did not have enough ling energy.
In reality, no matter if it was the three thousand worlds, the demon world, or the yao world, the strong were always more worthy of respect and worship.
After this battle, Ji Wujiong did not find Meng Qi so displeasing to the eye.
Later, he found that the other had an extremely rare talent in formations. He instantly found Meng Qi more pleasing to the eye.
Ji Wujiong coughed lightly again. "There are few people who cultivate formations, and it is not easy to pass them down."
"Why?" Meng Qi asked, "As long as the formation scrolls are recorded on bamboo slips, the later generations can learn them even if they copy them. On the other hand, it is not enough to just record spells and sword techniques. Without the guidance of a master, it is very difficult to learn. "
She asked, "Why is it not easy to pass them down?"
Ji Wujiong: "… …"
So good that he was sure that Meng Qi did indeed have an extraordinary talent in formations.
Otherwise, how could he say something like that!
"When that person taught you formations, he should have said that when drawing a formation, the spirit energy cannot be cut off and must be completed in one go. Otherwise, the formation cannot be formed." Not only was Ji Wujiong not angry, he became even more patient.
"Yes." Meng Qi nodded.
"This is the difficulty of passing down formations. Sometimes, if there is a slight deviation, the formation may fail. The more complicated the formation, the more this is the case, "Ji Wujiong continued.
"This is like the moves of a sword technique. The one you were practicing before … … "Ji Wujiong did not recognize the sword technique that was too inferior to him." Although you remember it, can you use the entire sword technique? "
Meng Qi: "… …"
She really could not use it.
Even if she could force the movements to be correct, she would lose the power of the sword technique.
She understood when Ji Wujiong said this.
"Of course!" Ji Wujiong quickly glanced at her and said, "This is not your fault. Every cultivator's talent is different. You just do not have the talent to become a sword cultivator."
His tone was slightly stiff as he said with difficulty, "No need to be sad about this."
Meng Qi: "???"
Did she hear wrong? Ji Wujiong did not say this before.
He had mocked her before, saying that her choice to become a medical cultivator was the best decision because the sword cultivator and spell cultivator sects would not tolerate her and would chase her out of the sect the next day.
Ji Wujiong ignored Meng Qi's shocked expression and continued, "There are many paths for cultivators. Choosing the right path is the most important."
Meng Qi: "… …"
She was completely dazed as she stared unblinkingly at Ji Wujiong.
"Cough cough … … your formation studies are not bad. I didn't know that your cultivation talent was so … …"
Ji Wujiong paused for a moment and said, "There's some Spiritual Qi in the formation."
"Oh." Meng Qi responded.
"Right now, the arrays of the three thousand Sectors are declining. Those idiotic equipment Cultivators have finally obtained some heritages, but they are short-sighted and can only waste the treasures recklessly. They hide in their sects to practice magical equipment and weapons …"
As Ji Wujiong spoke, he glanced at the Fiery Formation that Meng Qi was using to refine medicine.
They could not be mentioned in the same breath!
Meng Qi could change the Fiery Formation.
She could also casually use such a powerful Fiery Formation for her own use and retain some of its true essence.
This talent was really amazing!
He ignored the endless flames of the Fiery Formation and continued, "Formation cultivators should be the same as sword cultivators and spell cultivators. They are powerful enough to dominate the world. The Great Dao of formation cultivators is also vast and vast. It will not lose to any of them. "
"The person who taught you the art of formations." Ji Wujiong looked at Meng Qi. "He should have also seen that you have talent in formations. Unfortunately, he was short-sighted and prejudiced, so he did not see through you … …"
"He's not!" Meng Qi suddenly stood up. Her eyes were wide open, and there seemed to be a Fiery Formation burning in her eyes.
She looked at Ji Wujiong angrily. "He is a high mountain and is even more open-minded. He has never been prejudiced by the difference in status! Whether it is in formations or other aspects, he is extremely powerful! I am not good enough, so I am not qualified to be his disciple. "
Meng Qi took a deep breath. She was rarely so angry.
"Fine, fine, fine!" Ji Wujiong admitted defeat. "He is very strong, very perfect, very powerful!"
Meng Qi glanced at him coldly and suddenly said, "You lost the bet just now."
"Yes." Ji Wujiong admitted it straightforwardly. "The original bet was to listen to the winner's instructions for 24 hours, but you were unconscious for 16 hours. But I don't bully little girls. Let's count from now on. "
"Okay." Meng Qi said, "From now on, every time you speak, you must add a sentence … …"
She paused. "I am far inferior to the person who taught Meng Qi the formation. He is too strong. I am sincerely convinced."
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