"..." Qingge is Xiong Batian's master after all, and he knows Xiong Batian's innocent heart, so naturally he doesn't want to see Xiong Batian become decadent.
"People without qualifications..." Qingge sighed.
Xiong Batian is also approaching his thirties, and his organs and tendons are fully developed, so it is particularly difficult to reborn.
As for the Dark Master, Xiong Batian also has no talent, and Qingge doesn't want Xiong Batian to practice.
As we all know, the world of immortality does not tolerate dark masters. Even those who are both dark masters and spiritual masters, if they want to ascend to immortality, they must pull out the evil spirit tendons belonging to the dark masters in their bodies.
This road is really too dangerous.
Two of the three main professions have been rejected, leaving only the mentalist.
Qingge took out the wine glass and scooped a cup of Mengzu lake water.
"Master, what is this?"
Xiong Batian asked in surprise.
In the wine glass, there is ordinary water, which exudes a strange fragrance, making people feel like they are in a dream.
Yes, it's a beautiful dream, nothing more than that.
A smile gradually appeared on Xiong Batian's face, his mind became distracted and his eyes became cloudy.
Qing Ge picked up a long finger and flicked Xiong Batian's forehead. Xiong Batian shuddered and came back to his senses, suddenly feeling frightened.
"Drink the fairy water."
Qingge chose a name that was consciously high-end and classy.
When she went to the Nine Realms, a drop of Meng Lake water was mixed with a tank of boiled water, and then sold for a sky-high price.
Beautiful.
Making money turns out to be so easy.
The remnant soul of the ancient dragon: "..." If Shenyue King knew that Qingge planned to sell the Meng clan lake water, I don't know what his expression would be.
Xiong Batian said oh, took the fairy water, and drank a whole glass.
Xiong Batian had a terrible headache and screamed.
"This person's divine soul and spiritual roots are quite good.
It’s just that it’s too late for him to become a spiritual master now. If he wants to become stronger, he will have to put in a lot of effort.”
The ancient dragon's remnant soul said.
“It’s not scary to work hard, but it’s scary to get nothing.”
Seeing this, Qing Ge breathed a sigh of relief.
She tapped her fingertips lightly on Xiong Batian's eyebrows, and a stream of soul power was transmitted along the meridians to Xiong Batian's eyebrows.
The thunder nest in Xiong Ba Tian's head is like a newborn baby, like a bottomless pit, absorbing the power of Qing Ge's soul.
Xiong Ba Tian stopped screaming. At this moment, the thunder nest in Xiong Ba Tian Tian's spiritual cover gradually became clearer.
Before this, this thunder nest was hidden in the Tianling Cap, and Xiong Batian had never discovered it.
After drinking the water from Mengzu Lake, Xiong Batian's spiritual roots and Thunder Nest underwent qualitative changes.
In other words, this is the rebirth of the soul.
In cultivation, this phenomenon is called "defeating the spirit".
Qingge smiled slightly, nodded, walked to the study, and wrote down his insights on cultivating spiritual power over the years, and how to correctly cultivate the soul.
After I finished writing the song, it was already sunset and the overbearing "Ling Defeating" was over. I woke up from the pain and felt in particularly good spirits.
"Master...am I...a spiritual master?"
Xiong Batian felt the thunder nest and divine soul root of Tianling Gai and asked in surprise.
"You know medical books, you know how to be a spiritual master, and now you have opened the soul orifice, you can be considered a qualified spiritual master.
Strictly speaking, your constitution is considered a dual cultivation.
You know how rare it is to have both physical fitness.
Immortality is indeed very far away, but a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. If you are down-to-earth, firm in your beliefs, and believe in yourself as a teacher, you will eventually reach the other shore and go to immortality."
Qingge said in a rare gentle tone.
The remnant soul of the ancient dragon in the spiritual world fell silent.
"You girl, you have long wanted him to have a double cultivation physique."
The remnant soul of the ancient dragon said helplessly.
"This is the only shortcut. As for how far you can go, it depends on your luck and luck."
Qingge said.
Gu Long's remnant soul shook his head and sighed: "Who can show such sophistication to someone at such a young age?"
Who would have thought that such words would come from a twenty-year-old girl.
Those who didn't know thought she was some kind of old woman who had already seen through the vicissitudes of life.
Gu Long gradually discovered that the more he got in touch with her, the more charm he would find in this girl.
The kind of charming charm that radiates from the bones makes people surrender and worship. It is not only the love between men and women, but also a kind of admiration and willingness.
Gu Long followed Mr. Zhou and saw this kind of temperament in many people thousands of years ago.
Those people were all the lords of heaven and earth, and they were all princes and generals. They raised their hands and raised their feet to turn over the clouds and rain. They stood at the nine-level palace, scolded Fang Qiu and pointed out the country! Xiong Batian took the book handed by Qing Ge, and every word was
It was written by Qingge. The handwriting is not as graceful as the ordinary daughter's family, but it is powerful and powerful, with dragons and phoenixes dancing. The words are about to turn into power and jump out! Every word is a treasure in the world.
Xiong Batian's hand holding the book was trembling. He looked at the indifferent master, and his words of thanks were stuck in his throat.
A steady stream of tears fell down. Xiong Batian was afraid that the tears would smudge the handwriting, so he hurriedly raised his hand to wipe them away.
"Master's kindness in reincarnation will be engraved in Ba Tian's heart and will never be forgotten!"
Xiong Batian closed the book, knelt upright on the ground, raised his head, and looked at Qing Ge sincerely.
"As a teacher, I can only occasionally give you guidance. There are many choices in life, but you have to understand and understand them yourself."
Qing Ge helped Xiong Batian stand up, and said with a cold face: "A man must defend his family and country upright, crying is nothing, don't cry anymore in the future.
Since you have become a master, and there are those who eat meat as a master, you will definitely have to drink porridge."
When Xiong Batian heard Qing Ge's words, he was so moved that he almost burst into tears again.
It's just... is it his illusion?
Why do you think what Master said sounds a little strange?
After Gu Long heard Qing Ge's words, if he were drinking water, he would definitely spit it out.
Ye Qingge is clearly an old man bullying the inexperienced Silly Baitian...Looking at Xiong Batian's expression of tears of gratitude, he might have been betrayed by his master without even knowing it.
After Qing Ge left, Xiong BaTian worked hard to become stronger. He read the book written by Qing Ge and studied the spiritual path.
At the same time, Xiong Batian did not forget Qing Ge's teachings, still loved medical skills and read medical books.
During the day, Xiong Batian would follow the medical soldiers such as Gillian, Jiuniang, Feng Jin and others to treat the soldiers who were injured in the battle.
The bright moonlight shone on this vast land. Xiong Batian was tired for a whole day and had no time to bathe and wash, so he stayed up late and read at night.
Outside the window, through the candlelight, a beautiful and graceful silhouette appeared.
Snow Girl opened her indifferent silver eyes and looked at Xiong Batian who was holding a medical book and sorting out medicinal materials.
Xiong BaTian was so focused that he didn't notice Xue Nu standing outside the window for a long time.
When Xiong Batian felt sleepy, he would hang a rope around his neck, and the other end of the hemp rope would be hung on the ceiling.
Whenever he was about to doze off, he would be awakened and almost hanged to death.