In the practice room, Ning Yi held two spiritual stones in his hands, with wisps of white smoke rising around him.
This is the remnant of spiritual energy that has been continuously condensed and rejected.
At a certain moment, the true essence changes from quantitative change to qualitative change, which happens naturally.
Nine levels of Qi training.
This level is the pinnacle of Qi training. It is extremely difficult for others to break through. But for Ning Yi, it is as easy as eating and drinking. There is no bottleneck at all.
The effects of Goldfinger are so terrifying!
After breaking through the barrier and entering the ninth floor, the true essence was instantly concentrated several times.
When activated, it becomes more and more comfortable, and both explosive power and sensitivity have made great progress.
A drop of true essence condensed in the palm of your hand.
It is the size of a bean, condensed like mercury, and exudes crystal clear light.
Ning Yi nodded with satisfaction, took it into his body, and pushed it slightly, causing the true energy to circulate, making a thunderous sound, revealing a faint spiritual power.
The spiritual stone in his hand has become dim.
Ning Yi turned over and took out two more pieces, and continued to refine and fill his Dantian. When the newly vacated position was filled, it would be the peak of Qi training.
Next, you can start to ‘return to origin’.
After two consecutive days of seclusion and consuming twenty-four spiritual stones, Ning Yi finally reached the peak of Qi training.
Such speed is truly amazing.
However, the cost is also very staggering.
Twenty-four spiritual stones are a huge wealth on the outside. Ordinary monks would only be willing to waste one when they practice their Qi and break into the foundation.
Ning Yi got two windfalls in a row, thousands of spiritual stones were lying in the storage space gathering dust, and Tao didn't care about a mere twenty spiritual stones.
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Ning Yi stood up, stretched, and walked out of the practice room.
Cultivation is for a better life.
Ning Yi never thought that cultivation should be done in solitary confinement. That would be too boring.
After leaving seclusion, he wanted to stay with Sangzi for a long time, but they only lasted half an hour before Sangzi left the studio. Ning Yi laughed at Sangzi's workaholic a few times, then turned around and started playing with Niuniu.
I took a half-day break in the morning and went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the afternoon to replenish my knowledge and continue to investigate what the withered yellow flakes I got from Zhao Yuan were.
Regardless of whether Ning Yi wanted to or not, when he passed through the hospital, the news about the incident after Huang Tu's death was constantly reaching Ning Yi's ears.
"One day ago, one hundred thousand soldiers of the Wolf Clan and the Fox Clan left Kunshan County. The front line is in urgent need, but the princes in the court are focusing on peace talks. Are they going to sit back and watch the loss of a county?"
"I heard that the Wolf Clan has raised the annual coin tenfold, and added fifty million taels of silver and one hundred thousand taels of gold. We are so ambitious. If we really agree, the gold and silver of the Tang Dynasty will flow out every year, which will definitely cause the price of goods to depreciate.
Things become more and more worthless. Once a popular uprising is triggered, the country will be in danger."
"It's all that damn butcher's fault."
"Yes, just defeat him. Why hurt people's lives? He is His Highness of the Wolf Clan. With such a noble status, how can he kill just as he says?"
"Now that's good, the entire people of the Tang Dynasty will take the blame for him."
"I heard that the poisonous python has secretly ordered the Zhenxian Division to find the butcher as soon as possible."
"If you ask me, if we can make peace with each other or fight to the death, Datang will not necessarily lose."
"The butcher has done a good job, everyone is like him, how dare the wolves sit on our necks and urinate on us.
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Ning Yi listened all the way and remained silent.
Killing Huangtu will inevitably cast a shadow on the peace talks between the two countries.
If it wants to satisfy the wolf clan again, Datang will definitely pay a heavier price.
However, there is no reason for love.
Should I give up my hometown for the sake of the country?
Half a year old coin, a woman with the appearance of becoming an immortal. I'm afraid it won't be too difficult for the princes in the court to choose.
After all, even if you become an immortal, you are not one of your own.
Kill one person and save ten thousand people.
How to choose?
After spending half a day in the Sutra Pavilion, Ning Yi carried a jar of wine to the Qingyun Sword Sect Dojo in the evening.
In the small courtyard, sword dancing takes place in the sixteenth month, and white clothes beat the snow.
It should be a beautiful picture, but the swordsmanship is poor and there is no sense of beauty at all.
Looking at Jian Shiliu's poor swordsmanship, Ning Yi's depressed mood suddenly improved, and he laughed loudly and said: "A master disciple of Qingyun Sword Sect, his swordsmanship is really unsatisfactory, so he just practices in his own courtyard and goes out.
I'm afraid the Sword Sect's reputation will be lost."
These words speak of meanness and insidiousness, not of martial virtue.
Jian Shiliu moved his sword pillar, panting, looking at the sweat on his forehead, looking at Ning Yi with a smile, and asked: "Brother Ning is in a bad mood?"
"I'm in a good mood."
Ning Yi glanced at his mouth and said, "It's you, and you still smile!"
The smile on Jian Shiliu's face became brighter and brighter. When he saw others being bad, he would always feel a little happy in his heart. Although it is immoral, he couldn't help it. "If Brother Ning was in a good mood, he wouldn't say such a mean thing.
That’s it.”
"You know shit."
Being called out, Ning Yi became more and more irritated. He raised the wine in his hand and sneered, "Can I drink it?"
"It depends on who you drink with."
Jian Shiliu put down his sword, sat on a stone bench nearby, and motioned for Ning Yi to pour wine.
Ning Yi's heart warmed, he took out two wine bowls and opened the wine jar. The rich fragrance of wine filled the small courtyard, and the moonlight made him intoxicated.
"Dry!"
"Dry!"
He drank three bowls in a row without saying a word.
Every time he drank a bowl, Jianliu would cough several times. After three bowls, he could no longer cough.
Ning Yi put down the wine bowl and put his right hand on Jianliu's back. His true energy surged, and while helping him to calm down, he said: "It's really boring. I'm drinking three bowls. I'm afraid Qingyun Sword Sect will send people to chase him."
Me."
"That way won't do it."
Jian Shiliu shook his head and said sincerely: "It's just that I can't have a full drink with Ning Yi."
"Then let's drink it differently."
Ning Yi handed the wine jar to Jian Shiliu and said, "You pour it for me to drink."
Jian Shiliu was stunned for a moment, nodded, and said, "That's fine."
Most of the jar of fine wine went into Ning Yi's belly.
He didn't need to refine his true energy. He let his head feel dizzy, stared at the moon for a few times, and asked in a deep voice: "Brother Sixteen, what do you think of that butcher?"
"He is an outstanding person."
Jian Shiliu's eyes showed a look of fanaticism, and he said in a deep voice: "I wish I could replace it with my own body."
Ning Yi was stunned for a moment and looked at Jian Shiliu in surprise.
Ever since he was seriously injured and crippled, he has become like an eminent monk, as if he has seen through the world of mortals and nothing can tempt him.
But at this moment, he behaves like a fanatical fan.
Somehow, Ning Yi felt a strange feeling in his heart.
"Why?"
Ning Yi calmed down and said: "He killed Huang Tu, and the Tang Dynasty will pay a heavier price for it. I bet that in a few days, he will be reviled by thousands of people on Chang'an Street."
"Brother Ning, can't you see through it?"
Jian Shiliu did not answer the question and said in a deep voice: "Peace talks are ridiculous. There is no peace in the world that can be negotiated. The werewolves are willing to talk about peace because they do not have enough power to swallow up the Tang Dynasty. When they accumulate enough power,
There will definitely be another attack. At that time, how should the Tang Dynasty deal with itself? I don't want to exchange for a period of peace at the cost of the destruction of the country and the destruction of the species."
