On the Fengwu flying boat, Hong Yuan, who was in a small room, sat up from the bed, assumed a cross-legged meditation posture, concentrated his mind, and prepared to copy the magical power of Wanjun Heavy Water into the human body.
Half an hour later, Hong Yuan found nothing.
"There's no movement, what's going on?"
Hong Yuan opened his eyes, his mind was frozen, and he was extremely puzzled.
Logically speaking, it shouldn't be. He has pushed the Wanjun heavy water magical power to the third level. At the worst, he can condense extremely tiny magical seeds, which will not move at all.
"Look at the difference between the monster clone and the human body." Hong Yuan said to his heart.
Hong Yuan kept searching for the difference between monster clones and human bodies. Finally, with the help of scientific induction, he quickly discovered the problem.
That is, the monster's clone possesses a formed magical talisman of ten thousand heavy water, which is the complete magical power that Jiaolong Xuanqi has condensed. However, the human body is empty and can be seen at a glance.
At this moment, a flash of lightning flashed through his mind, and Hong Yuan seemed to have caught something.
"If the magical talisman is compared to a big tree, then the easiest way should be to have a magical seed in advance.
And Jiaolong proudly gave me a magical talisman of Ten Thousand Jun Heavy Water. He not only gave me the magical power seed, but also directly gave me a big tree, so the monster clone could control the Ten Thousand Jun Heavy Water magical power so easily."
Hong Yuan walked off the bed, came to the wooden board, stretched out his hands and feet, stretched his muscles, and looked out the window at the scenery.
"Because the old man's body does not have any 'seeds' related to the magical power of Wanjun Heavy Water, it is naturally impossible for him to naturally understand the magical power of Wanjun Heavy Water."
At this moment, Hong Yuan felt no regrets because he had a way forward.
In the long years to come, as long as he obtains a few items related to Wanjun Heavy Water, he will be able to quickly condense the magical power of Wanjun Heavy Water.
Hong Yuan did not believe that the main body would not encounter anything related to Wanjun Chongshui.
…
Three days later, Hong Yuan walked out of the room again and went to the pulpit.
At noon, there was a teaching course given by the elder of Tianji Pavilion. Although the price required five thousand yuan stones, the content was very important and Hong Yuan did not want to miss it.
Tianji Pavilion has always been the most mysterious palace of Fengxi Sect. Even if you count the formal disciples, the huge Yongzhou only accepts less than twenty people every year. It is very rare. It can be said that it is the elite of the elite.
This may be related to the fact that the Tao they practice is the Wisdom Tao, the Luck Tao and the Soul Tao.
If you are not a true pride of heaven, if you are not blessed with great fortune, don’t step aside!
"It's a pity that Tianji Pavilion has always chosen its own disciples and pays attention to fate, otherwise I would definitely have to go and try it." Hong Yuan was a little depressed.
The Wisdom Dao, the Luck Dao and the Soul Dao were immediately incompatible with his longevity martial arts, but it was a pity that he had no luck with the Tianji Pavilion.
Even if he searched all the books in the Sutra Pavilion, there were no relevant books. They were very rare and precious.
Hong Yuan shook his head and continued to move forward.
After passing through the long and narrow aisle, we finally arrived at the pulpit.
When Hong Yuan was walking through the narrow aisle and walking around in the flying boat, Chen Zhen, who was forming a clique, discovered Hong Yuan.
Chen Zhen also saw that Hong Yuan's final destination was the pulpit, and understood that Hong Yuan wanted to listen to the lessons taught by the elders of Tianji Pavilion.
"It's true that people are stupid and have too much money. What the elder of Tianji Pavilion said is so profound that non-talented people can't understand it. It can be said to be expensive and useless. This Hongyuan simply doesn't want to make progress and is willing to degenerate."
After Chen Zhen secretly despised the flood source, he held his head high and continued to look for Liu Xiang'er to discuss his plan and think about how to harvest Yuan Stone and various treasures in his training place.
Chen Zhen decided never to compare with Hong Yuan in the future. There was no challenge at all. Instead, he seemed like a child, very boring!
"Squeak~"
It was past time, the door of the pulpit building was opened, and the disciples came out one after another to make room for the noon disciples.
Inside the building, handymen were replacing the road mats and cleaning the small wooden tables...
After Hong Yuan handed his number plate to the butler, he came to Area A, found his seat and sat down.
It's just that Hong Yuan discovered a very shocking problem.
That is, there are only more than twenty disciples in Feizhou to listen to this course, and most of them are true disciples wearing purple robes, and only a few are practicing disciples!
"It seems that the learning content of Tianji Pavilion is still too profound for most disciples." Hong Yuan suddenly realized something.
But Hong Yuan didn't take this too seriously. His qualifications were as high as 48 points. Even in the Fengxi Sect, which was full of geniuses, he was considered a genius.
If he can't even hear a bit of the content, it proves that he hasn't added enough points and needs to work harder.
"Ren Er, count the number of people." A middle-aged man wearing a white Taoist robe and possessing the spirit of an immortal ordered.
The deacon named Ren Er began to walk in the aisle, checking the roster and number of people.
Since there were very few people attending the lecture, Ren Er quickly finished counting them, and the elder of Tianji Pavilion, who was a master of immortality, also started teaching.
“The order of heaven, the transformation of fortune, the property of land, and future disasters can all be foreseen.
Heaven has its destiny, the earth has its destiny, and people have their destiny. Big luck is like a big river, and it is difficult to change it. Small luck is like a small stream, you can go around the river..."
Hong Yuan slightly raised his thick eyebrows, thinking seriously about the method of changing his luck that the Tianji Pavilion elder said.
The more he thought about it, the more confused Hong Yuan felt, as if he had gone back to the days when he couldn't understand physics but had to remember the principles and examples.
"It's helpless, it seems that I am not very familiar with the path of luck. Fortunately, I can't change my luck, but I understand how to keep my luck." Hong Yuan felt that he had gained something, and quickly started writing on the white paper, fearing that he would miss something.
[When the times are bad, when the dragon hides in the abyss to guard the sky]
According to Hong Yuan's own understanding, the meaning of this sentence is that when everything goes wrong, such as repeated failures in business, then don't do it yet, accumulate strength, and wait for opportunities.
Guan Lan, who was behind Hong Yuan, was still in a dazed state at the moment.
However, Guan Lan was shocked when she discovered that Hong Yuan, who was also a spiritual disciple of hers, had some understanding and was smarter than Guan Lan, the leader of his generation.
"Whose disciple is this man? His talent is so outstanding, but why don't I have any impression at all?" Guan Lan frowned slightly, extremely puzzled.
As one of the few disciples in the Sutra Pavilion who can receive guidance from the elders guarding the pavilion, Guan Lan has always been extremely proud of his own understanding.
But at this moment, Guan Lan discovered a disciple of his generation whose talents were not inferior to him at all, or even half as good as his.
At this time, Hong Yuan's mind was almost focused on the lecture content of the elder of Tianji Pavilion.
After the elder of Tianji Pavilion finished explaining the Tao of Luck, he then began to explain the Tao of Wisdom. Hong Yuan understood even more things.
It's a pity that the elder of Tianji Pavilion has not yet talked about the most mysterious part of the soul path, and noon has passed.
"Martial arts killing moves, martial arts compound killing moves..." Hong Yuan thought about these two terms repeatedly, this was what he had just understood.
As the name suggests, the martial arts killing move is the use of different martial arts combined into a powerful move, such as cold wind and freezing rain. The martial arts compound killing move is a combination of multi-faceted martial arts moves, such as water and fire.
This full sense of sight made Hong Yuan think that the Five Poison Sect in Southern Xinjiang could also activate Gu insects to coordinate killing moves.
"According to the elders of Tianji Pavilion, you must first determine the core martial arts, then build the framework and form the ultimate move. But I, who can practice martial arts as a Gu, don't need to do this.
If I want a killer move with any effect, I just have to choose it first.
Oops, doesn’t this make it easier for me to play cards? This is how I have accomplished the art of protecting the Tao.”
Hong Yuan was slightly happy, secretly feeling that the five thousand yuan stone spent was worth it.
Moreover, Hong Yuan also thought about the monster clone, could he also use multiple talents to form a killing move, or even combine the talents with magical powers? Of course, this still requires practice.
After all, practice is the only criterion for testing truth.
Just when Hong Yuan left the pulpit and was about to return to his room to seriously study the feasibility of this concept, a strange practitioner stopped him.
"Fellow Taoist, please stay, I am Guan Lan..."
When Hong Yuan heard the mind-numbing words "Fellow Taoist, please stay," he didn't even look back. He quickened his pace and hurried back to his room, ignoring Guan Lan.
Time travel has come, but some special words still need to be respected.
Only Guan Lan was left in place, messy in the wind.
He is the number one among his peers. Is he so disrespectful?