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Chapter 20

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Pu opened his right eye for the first time today, his crimson pupils revealing a look of interest. "I want it."

After a long time, his emotions gradually calmed down, but at this time, he was no longer sleepy. Under the night sky, he simply followed the sword technique in the jade slip and began to learn the sword technique.

"After walking for a hundred days, I finally see the nine rivers falling from the sky. When I look up from the bottom of the waterfall, it surges and roars like divine lightning from the nine heavens. Its might is tremendous, vast, and unstoppable. My heart yearns for it. If my sword momentum is like this, I will die without regrets! "

"You have crystals." Pu was minding his own business, swaying his body along with the beat of the music.

He licked his lips nervously. He did not want to try this method, but seeing that there were only three days left, he had no other choice. After hesitating for a moment, he made up his mind, closed his eyes, and jumped into the pond.

"A swordsman must first enter a land of death to seek survival in a land of death. He is like a mourning army that carries the will to die. He must strike with all his might, and nothing will fail!"

Zuo Mo was overjoyed. He had been comprehending alone without anyone to talk to. Wei Sheng Shixiong's cultivation was just one level higher than his, but his experience was something he could use.

He didn't stand on ceremony and accepted it with a smile. "Thank you, Senior Martial Brother."

After the initial panic, Zuo Mo quickly calmed down and started to circulate his energy according to [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation].

What gave Zuo Mo the greatest impact and shock were these sections.

"No." Pu's eyes were still closed, a look of enjoyment on his face. His body swayed strangely along with the rhythm of the music played by the sound tablet.

As the days passed, apart from going to Cold Mist Valley once a day, he didn't go out at all.

Zuo Mo shook his head: "If you help me explain [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation], I'll buy you a better one … …"

Wei Sheng's expression changed slightly but then recovered. He said with a smile, "If that's the case, then I won't have to suffer."

However, when he thought about it, if he didn't succeed, he probably wouldn't even have his life left. Why would he care so much?

Wei Sheng finally had a happy expression. "Shidi, don't worry. Hao Min Shijie and Luo Li Shixiong won't return so quickly."

However …

After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, the breath was gradually exhausted, and the feeling of suffocation became even more intense.

Zuo Mo became alert. He knew that the most crucial time had come. In the past, every time he reached this step, he would unconsciously open his mouth to breathe. [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] did not elaborate much on this step. It was as though in the eyes of the xiuzhe that created this method, this was the simplest thing.

Soon, he was engrossed in it.

"I'll buy it myself." Pu said casually. He closed his eyes again, listening to his sound tablet.

He lowered his head and muttered to himself for a moment. Then, he raised his head and said, "Senior Martial Brother's courage is admirable. It's just that when spirit herbs reach the third grade, if they can't be planted in a spirit field of the third grade or above, I'm afraid that the spirit energy will dissipate and the grade will drop. "

Zuo Mo released a breath, his tone becoming smug, "You can't buy anything without jingshi." He suddenly thought, with Pu Yao's strength, it wasn't impossible to steal! Or he could steal one. That way, no one would know.

Looking at the sound tablet that Pu Yao had put on his leg, Zuo Mo thought inside, it looked like he couldn't ask for guidance, then he could only tempt.

"Then you have to help me explain … …" Zuo Mo's heart was slightly reassured. He continued to emphasize the connection between jingshi and explaining. Inside, he muttered: Good, he didn't think of using brute force.

These sentences were usually extremely short, yet the viciousness and determination in them seeped out of the words. Life and death, those were the words that appeared the most. The Wei Sheng Shixiong in the jade scroll, compared to the one he saw today, was like a completely different person.

The bone-chilling cold pond water almost instantly froze his entire body into a block of ice. He couldn't help but shudder. He was like a rock, continuously sinking. The pond water poured into his nose and mouth. The outside world seemed to be cut off. It was so quiet he could hear his own heartbeat.

The rumor that Shixiong was obsessed with the sword was not false. The information in the jade scroll was scattered and unsystematic. The great majority was about the sword.

Under the starry sky, he sat on the roof, his hand clutching the jade scroll, in a daze.

Finding an empty spot, he carefully planted the fire dragon grass. Then he cast [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] once. The nourishing effect of the fourth level of [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] was evident. The fire dragon grass quickly recovered its vitality, the leaves becoming even warmer.

He asked: "Pu, this sound tablet isn't bad, right?"

Compared to the calmness on Wei Sheng's face, the panic on Old Black's face was even heavier.

After the two left, Zuo Mo hurriedly took the fire dragon grass and headed towards Cold Mist Valley. The medicine fields in Cold Mist Valley were third-grade. Zuo Mo drooled. He didn't know much about ling herbs but he knew the price of third-grade ling grains!

The jade scroll recorded in detail Wei Sheng's experiences from his entire cultivation process. Many places were extremely fragmented. It could be seen that Shixiong was just thinking and casually recording it down.

Zuo Mo gaped: "You have jingshi?"

The three chatted for a while before Wei Sheng and Old Black stood to bid farewell.

Pu impatiently interrupted Zuo Mo. He reached out his right hand, flashing a handful of jingshi in his hand: "I'll take it myself."

There was only three days left until the deadline. He still hadn't broken through the threshold of one breath. Pu still had an unmoved expression. Zuo Mo finally understood. This guy really didn't care about his life and death. But after so many days, it wasn't that he didn't gain anything. He thought of a method. Right now, he wanted to test if this method was correct or not.

Zuo Mo was dumbstruck on the spot, dazedly looking at the sparkling jingshi on Pu's hand. It was so familiar. After a moment of silence, he suddenly gave a heaven-shaking howl of a wild beast at the end of its rope.

Sitting down, he started to ponder [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation].

"I was asked by Hao Min Shijie to look after the medicine fields in Cold Mist Valley. I saw that there is a lot of empty space in the medicine fields. It's better to transplant it into the valley. I'm just worried that Hao Min Shijie will come back before Shixiong enters zhuji and there will be trouble. "

Thinking about Wei Sheng Shixiong, he couldn't help but take out the jade scroll that Shixiong had given him and put ling energy into the jade scroll.

Zuo Mo was dazed, muttering to himself: "Too crazy!"

Beside the pond in Cold Mist Valley, Zuo Mo stared at the pond water, his heart shivering. The pond water was bone-chilling. He used his hand to touch it. Even now, his palm was still stiff.

He walked around the medicine fields and didn't find anything before walking back.

"Very interesting." Pu absent-mindedly responded.

"Venturing deep into the mountains at night, encountered more than twenty Blood Duck Bats. Hard battle, wounded in twenty one places, slaughtered."

There seemed to be something moving inside his body, making him uncomfortable.

He didn't know if it was the stimulation of the icy pond water, but his mind was abnormally clear, the circulation of his energy abnormally smooth.

Alright, you want to see ge's joke, Pu Yao, in your next life!

In his world, there wasn't anything that could make him so crazy, so determined. His talent in the five elements was very good and he picked up any spell very quickly. He didn't have high expectations for life. Working hard to study and comprehend the five element spells was just to live a better life.

Taking a deep breath, he once again started to study this [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] that he couldn't make head or tail of.

Wei Sheng Shixiong's determination towards cultivating the sword had given him an unparalleled shock. He could see the sweat and blood behind each word.

"Encountered a metal ape by the stream, skin like fine metal, hard to injure with knives and swords. Lured the enemy for two hundred li, injured its eyes, unable to pursue."

"The first step? Very simple, there's no main point. "Pu didn't even raise his eyelids, still listening to the sound tablet.

"Sat and watched for three months, pondering day and night. But my talent is stupid, unable to understand. Standing at the top of the waterfall for seven days, not sleeping or resting, not drinking or eating, suddenly comprehending. Fish leaping down with the water, moving within, forgetting life and death, the consciousness clear, finally understanding! Thirteen broken bones in the limbs, bedridden for half a year, blind and deaf, pondering in my heart … … "

Zuo Mo finally remembered that Wei Sheng Shixiong was Luo Li Shixiong's sword servant. He probably knew where the two had gone. Naturally, he was willing to help Wei Sheng Shixiong, but thinking that Hao Min Shijie wouldn't return in a short period of time, his mood instantly worsened. Right now, he was very careful every day, afraid that something would go wrong in the medicine fields. It was like a hot potato.

"Do you want something better?" Zuo Mo's voice was like a strange uncle holding a lollipop to trick little girls.

Gathering his emotions, Zuo Mo smiled and said: "That's good. This little brother will first congratulate Shixiong's success in zhuji."

There was a sword scripture recorded in the jade stick. It was the sword moves that Wei Sheng Shixiong had picked out from the sword scriptures that he had read and practiced. Wei Sheng Shixiong was very experienced in battle. These sword moves were very practical. There weren't any grand techniques and it was very easy to learn. It was a pity that he didn't have a flying sword. After a while, he could only sit down.

"Oh, Shidi, please speak." Wei Sheng's mind became slightly alert.

"Damned renyao! You dare to touch ye's jingshi! Ye will kill you … … "

But after reading for a while, Zuo Mo's heart couldn't help but jump.

After weighing the pros and cons, Zuo Mo organized his words and said: "This little brother might have a way to try."

Such craziness, such persistence, it was something he had never thought of.

[Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] was cryptic but he wasn't discouraged at all. He only felt ashamed. Wei Sheng Shixiong's persistence had deeply stimulated him. Compared to Wei Sheng Shixiong, what did the difficulties he had encountered count for?

Greedily inhaling the thick ling energy in the air, Zuo Mo praised inside. Third-grade really was third-grade!

Wei Sheng waved his hand: "It's too early to say." Finishing, he took out a jade stick and handed it to Zuo Mo: "Shixiong doesn't have anything valuable on him, and nothing to take out. These are some of Shixiong's comprehensions these years. I hope they can be of help to Shidi. "

Even the rushing waterfall couldn't stop the cold energy from the pond water. Even at the edge of the pond, he could feel the threatening cold energy.

Zuo Mo gritted his teeth and still went forward, fawning: "Pu, what is the main point of the first step of [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation]? I'm dumb, can you give me some pointers? "

Returning home, the night was already late. Sitting on the roof, Zuo Mo suddenly thought, if he couldn't complete one round of embryonic breathing with [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] in a month, wouldn't that delay Wei Sheng Shixiong's zhuji?

In the sea of consciousness, Pu was sitting on the gravestone, idly listening to the sound tablet.

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