There is a fishing village beside Dongting Lake. Next to the village, outside a thatched hut, under two large willow trees, there is a piece of bluestone two-tall height.

Ning Wuque sat cross-legged and breathed in the morning light.

The fishermen who were in and out looked at each other in surprise, but didn't care. Ning Wuque lived here for half a year, and they were no longer surprised.

A few children were playing under the bluestone. The plan for the day was in the morning. This season was the harvest season of Dongting Lake. Some fishermen fished in the lake day and night. The women in the village started to dry the nets and took out tools to repair the broken fishing nets.

"What are you doing, sir? Look, there is purple mist, so beautiful, and colorful clouds around you." A child looked at Ning Wuque on the bluestone curiously.

There was only one old scholar in the fishing village. He happened to go back to his hometown. After knowing that Ning Wuque was a scholar, the villagers asked him to be a teacher.

Everything is inferior, but only high school students are studying. The fishing villages are reckless men, but I also hope that my family can be shining and reading is a way to go.

"I heard that this is how Taoist priests practiced." The children gathered next to the bluestone and looked at Ning Wuque.

"What is a Taoist priest?"

"My mother said Taoist priests are just lying..."

"No, my father said that Taoist priests can fly, they can run underground, and they can hold them in the water for a long time!"

"You're just talking nonsense, I can hold it in the water for a long time!"

"How come I have been holding it for a long time? Do you want to compete?"

Children in the fishing village have lived by the water since childhood. They are all water monkeys. They soak in the water every day. They are extremely watery. If they pierce down, they can hold them in for half a day.

"Just compete, if you lose, it's a puppy, you have to learn to bark..."

"Don't run too far, be careful of the water ghosts in the water!"

Seven or eight children ran towards the water, and the women who were filling the net in the distance called out a few times, chatting and laughing, ignoring the fishermen's children, who didn't know how to water, wouldn't that make people laugh?

In a quiet and peaceful village, smoke curling with cooking fires and light mist.

Ning Wuque breathes in the morning glow. In the realm of refining qi, he can absorb the energy of heaven and earth to temper his body. The purple qi of the morning glow is the most essence and can be incorporated into the purple palace and nourish the golden elixir. The purple qi in the purple palace and the purple qi in the morning glow have the same effect.

"The great way of golden elixir is cultivated in both nature and life. Therefore, when gathering, it becomes form, and when dispersing, it becomes qi. When the true spirit sees the form, it is called the Yang spirit. If you want to quickly attack, you will not restore life and directly cultivate the nature sect. If you see that there is no shape and shadow, it is called the Yin spirit."

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the old demon of Black Mountain appeared in an image and explained the method of cultivation to Ning Wuque.

"Now many practitioners who breathe their vital energy only to enhance their magic power, practice Taoism, and understand the way of heavenly heart. They focus on souls. Many monks in the realm of refining the spirit, abandon their body, reborn with their flesh and blood, and regain their fairy body with their fairy energy. Therefore, there is a saying that flying immortals and feathers are transformed."

"This is the current method of cultivation, and your bloodline should be the martial arts of the ancient monster. You should cultivate both life and life, temper your body, strengthen your soul, and transform your five qi into gods. The cultivation of the demon clan is talented on one hand, and bloodline on the other hand. You have only been practicing for more than two years, and it is the realm of Qi refining. It can be seen that your talent is so strong, but you actually have inherited martial arts, and your bloodline is definitely not low."

The explanation of the Black Mountain Old Demon is not very profound. Many of them are the foundation of cultivation, but these foundations are what Ning Wuque lacks the most. The so-called master leads to the door, and practices are individuals. Many times people see the next sentence but ignore the previous sentence. If there is no master leads to the door, how can you practice?

Which one can see further when standing under the mountain or standing on the mountain?

This is what a fool knows, and the guide to practice is this mountain. Standing high and looking far, standing on the shoulders of giants, you can pick the stars and the sun and the moon in your hands.

"Is the bloodline of demon cultivator important?"

Ning Wuque looked at the old demon of Black Mountain in confusion, the elves of grass and trees, birds and beasts, mountains, stones, rivers and lakes, and everything can be monsters. This was the first time he heard such a saying from Bloodline.

"In fact, the bloodline of the demon clan is the same as the human roots and bones. Do you think that everything can be a demon?" The old demon in Black Mountain saw through Ning Wuque's thoughts at a glance and shook his head slightly. "Theoretically, everything can be a demon. In ancient times, there were countless demon clans, and the great monsters were like stars in the sky. That was the era when all things could be a demon. The reason for saying this is because at that time, the heaven and earth were born, all things evolved, their spirituality was not lost, and their bloodline was primitive."

"In ancient times, gods such as dragons, phoenixes, and qilins are also demon races, but they have independent demon races and claim to be divine beasts. They are just because their bloodlines are far stronger than ordinary demon races, and countless strong men have emerged from generation to generation. Ordinary demon races have weak bloodlines and are gradually becoming beasts. Do you think the bloodline is heavy?"

Ning Wuque understood that the bloodline of the demon clan is like excellent genes. The better the genes, the greater the potential, which is not difficult to understand.

"There is another reason. After each demon clan practices, its strength will be limited by its bloodline. Some demon clans practices and devour a large amount of flesh and blood, which can also temper bloodlines, which can break this confinement. In addition, the demon clan bloodline has many mystery, containing innate magical powers. Different demon clan inheritances are different. You can slowly figure it out, your bloodline is very powerful and feels like you are reborn."

The old demon of Black Mountain looked at Ning Wuque and frowned. He would choose to take over Ning Wuque's body because of Ning Wuque's bloodline. Unfortunately, he underestimated Ning Wuque's bloodline inheritance and thought that maybe it was because he had human bloodline.

He is familiar with the word "官网" and his bloodline is very powerful?

Ning Wuque raised his eyebrows and said that his biological father was a wolf demon. According to the old Taoist priest, it was the realm of a land god. I wonder if the old demon in Black Mountain knew it.

"Monster, monster, no, Huwa and the others were captured by monsters!"

A young man ran into the village in panic, sweating profusely, shouting at the villagers who were refilling the net.

"Tiger baby..." A woman heard this and looked pale, she stood up and ran to the lake.

Several women left the fishing net and hurriedly chased after him.

"What's going on..." The young man who was left behind in the village asked urgently.

"Monster, I came back from the town just now and saw a carp as big as a boat, dragging the children into the water!" The young man gasped and explained quickly.

"What?"

Several old fishermen ran out of the house, picked up sticks and hoes, and the villagers rushed towards the lake.

A shrill cry came from the lakeside. On the bluestone, Ning Wuque opened his eyes and looked towards the lakeside. There was a faint trace of demonic aura.

"Where is a monster eating people in Dongting Lake?"

Frowning, he stood up and fell down the bluestone, and Ning Wuque rushed to the lake.

The old demon of Heishan smiled gently, "Dongting Lake was once the Yunmeng Lake, and some monsters are not surprising, even if there are dragon clans here, it is normal."

Eat people or something is common for the old monster in Black Mountain, and it is no wonder.
Chapter completed!