The old Taoist priest drank wine and said with a smile: "Ling Fan is just a little less talented. In terms of mind and nature, he is the best among me, the bad disciples. The old Taoist is very optimistic about him. Maybe, when the disaster era comes, he can live a better and longer life. The path of cultivation depends on talent, but it is not the most talented one, and mind and nature are more important."
When talking about the disaster era, General Zhong was not in a strange way, and Old Ling did not have a strange way. The only person who was confused was Ling Fan's father. He found that among the people present, except for Xiaobao who was sleeping, it seemed that he was the only one who didn't know what the disaster era was.
"The disaster era is coming, and spiritual energy is emerging. The human race can practice and absorb spiritual plants, evil past, and even the essence of the flesh and blood of aliens from outside the sky, turning them into their own nutrients. It is also called the Great World of Cultivation in the cultivation world. The Chinese military was able to occupy the secret realm of the Gray Island in advance. It has to be said that it had taken a certain advantage before the Great World began."
The old Taoist priest said, taking a sip of the wine in the glass, and praised: "This wine is not bad."
General Zhong hurriedly filled him with wine, sat upright, with a look of awesomeness. The senior Chinese officials also knew some of the situations of the disaster era, but they were definitely not as good as the old Taoist priest. He knew very well that this old Taoist priest had seen him when his grandfather was young, and his appearance had not even changed.
So, when he saw Yin Dong calling the old liar, he turned out to be this mysterious old Taoist priest. General Zhong wanted to beat Yin Dong up. He was such a blind man with no eyes. His luck made people itchy.
The old Taoist priest was happy and talked more vigorously, and then said: "However, on this vast land, there are many powerful creatures who have experienced one or several disaster eras. Over the long years, those creatures have become terrifyingly powerful. Even if they have gathered millions of human races, they may be destroyed by such creatures in an instant."
Yin Dong said suspiciously: "The Snake King in the Snake Cave has also experienced several disaster eras, but its strength seems not as strong as Master, right?"
"Idiot! That's because your martial arts restrain the little loach. It's a kind of pressure of the biological chain level. It can't resist it. If you change the martial arts, its snakes and grandchildren will be enough to crush you into scum."
The old Taoist priest scolded him angrily, and did not say more, and said to General Zhong: "Human race, if the human race in China wants to obtain a place of survival after the disaster era comes, it must undergo more brutal training. Two places like the coral reef canyon and the trench are only suitable for training for disciples under the age of sixteen. Your super soldiers must enter the depths of the secret realm of the Gray Island."
Everyone changed their color in a panic, especially General Zhong personally entered the coral reef canyon and fought with the sea monster. At this time, he smiled bitterly and sighed: "I am not even as good as a sixteen-year-old child!"
The old Taoist priest did not comfort him. This was a fact, and even the fact was even more cruel.
He held a chopstick to slide the fish fillet, but he felt it was particularly smooth and sweet. He couldn't help but praise it, and then said: "It is best for humans to use spiritual medicine and spiritual beast blood essence from the day they are born to temper their bodies, and they should start training as soon as possible. If Xiaobao is a little older, I will throw him into the coral reef canyon."
Yin Dong's heart was thrilled when he heard this, but he didn't say anything. Master must have done this for Xiaobao's good.
When the old Taoist priest mentioned Xiaobao, Mr. Ling asked tentatively: "Master Taoist, what is the talent of my great-grandson Xiaojun?"
"It's better than his father, but it's limited, but it can be remedied. In today's cultivation world, it's wrong to divide the body-tempering mirror into the blood-tempering mirror and the bone-tempering mirror. In fact, the first step in the ancient cultivator's cultivation is to temper the skin, flesh, blood, bones, and marrow, and cast the strongest body. Unless it is some special exercise, you can absorb the essence of the blood and energy of ferocious beasts in this state to temper your body."
Speaking of this, the old Taoist priest glanced at Yin Dong intentionally or unintentionally, and immediately made Yin Dong realize that "Tianlong True Explanation" is also a special technique, so he can absorb the flesh and blood essence of the Sea Snake King and the Red-Eyed Wolf to temper his body, and also get a trace of chaotic power, forming the seed of chaos.
"Most of the inheritance of martial arts in the cultivation world today are missing, so the body-tempering mirrors of ordinary martial arts can only be used to quench blood and quench bones. Xiaojun's poor talent requires complete tempering of skin, flesh, blood, bones, and marrow, and casting the strongest body. His future achievements will not be bad. Moreover, this kid has a good heart."
The old Taoist priest said, looking at the door. Gu Wen happened to walk in with Xiaojun in his arms at this time.
"Great grandpa, grandpa." Xiaojun cheered with his little paws.
Xiaobao was woken up. Seeing the dishes on the table, his eyes suddenly widened and he shouted in a slight voice: "You want to eat it, Master, the baby wants to eat meat!"
Ling Fan quickly said, "Come on, Uncle Ling, what do you want to eat? Uncle Ling will give you a harbor and let Master speak."
"No, I need the master to hold him back!" Xiaobao didn't give any face at all. He stood up on the old Taoist priest's legs, held his claws on the edge of the table, and two silver threads hanging down the corners of his mouth.
The old Taoist priest smiled happily, and his master's demeanor was immediately destroyed. Like all the old men who loved their grandson, he fed Xiaobao with kindness on his face, which was so attentive.
Ling Fan was so addicted to hearing this that he reached out and poked Yin Dong, signaling him to carry Xiaobao over.
Yin Dong called Qiuying directly and deliberately used hands-free. After dialing, he heard Qiuying's surprise voice: "Yin Dong, are you okay? Where are you now?"
Hearing her true feelings, Yin Dong's heart was also filled with excitement, and his voice became gentle involuntarily. At the same time, he was less polite and said directly: "I'm in the fishing ground, are you free? I'll come to pick you up in the town."
Xiaobao was anxious and rushed towards Yin Dong, shouting at the top of his throat: "Baby, come on, come on!"
Qiu Ying heard Xiaobao's voice and smiled, "Okay, mom is here, but it's going to be tomorrow. Mom is still in Donghai City. Tomorrow, I'll see if our Xiaobao has grown taller."
Xiaobao had already snatched the phone in his hand. He held the phone with his two little paws and said aggrievedly: "No, Master said, the baby doesn't grow."
"What's going on?" Qiuying asked in surprise.
Yin Dong hurriedly said, "I can't explain it clearly on the phone for a while, so come and talk about it. With my master here, Xiaobao's problem is not a big deal, so you don't have to worry."
Qiuying said worriedly: "Then you have to be careful. I heard that something happened to the plane you were riding was Chen Honglei who tampered with it. He knew that you were still alive and would definitely not let you go. Just stay in the fishing ground, which is the military base, and his hands should not be able to stretch that long."
"Well, I understand. You have to be careful." Yin Dong reminded him and asked again: "Are you free now? Let me chat with Xiaobao after a video chat. I'll get him some food and you let him eat by yourself."
Chapter completed!