Qi Jingzhi said goodbye to Master Meng, went to the street to buy some salt, and then trotted out of the city.

He had gained a lot of knowledge today, and his desire for practice became more intense. He wanted to rush back as soon as possible and search for the technique among Lu Yunzi's remnants.

As he passed the mountain pass outside the village, something moved in his mind. He climbed up the short slope where Chen Er was buried and looked down. He saw that the place where the body was buried was just like yesterday. Without careful inspection, there would be almost no difference.

Qi Jingzhi looked around again and saw that there was no one nearby, so he went to find a thick meadow at the foot of the slope and lay down in it. Then he took out the soul mask from his arms.

He stared at the light cyan mask whose facial features were somewhat similar to his own for a while, especially the two crisscrossing black knife marks, which seemed to remind him of the danger last night.

"These two knife marks are a bit ugly, but with them there, I'm not afraid of being recognized easily."

This thought came to Qi Jingzhi's mind, and he slowly put on the mask, only to feel his face tighten, and there was no part of the two that didn't fit together. If it weren't for the slightly cold touch, he would have barely noticed the mask's existence.

The pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow never appeared again.

"While alive... practicing... skills..."

While the light and shadow in front of him were still changing, Qi Jingzhi silently recited a few words that he had thought of early in the morning.

I don't know which of the words played a role. After a much longer wait than last night, Qi Jingzhi's eyes finally lit up, and an extremely blurry tall figure appeared in front of him.

Perhaps it was because of the long distance between each other that Lu Yunzi seemed to be unable to remember what the other party looked like, only a rough outline remained.

This figure was obviously talking, but no sound came out. Instead, Lu Yunzi's heartfelt voice sounded: "Haha! Master is finally willing to pass on the "Immortal Feather Sutra" to me! Even if it is just a fragment, it is enough to make people happy.

I am traveling all over the world! This method has always been taught orally and not written down, so I must remember it to the very end and not miss a single word..."

Lu Yunzi thought like this, and his body had already bowed respectfully towards the figure opposite: "Master is a great kindness, and this disciple will never forget it even if he dies!"

It straightened up and listened carefully to the blurry figure for a moment, and the joy in its heart became more intense: "It turns out that the true cultivation scriptures are different from martial arts. The first great realm is called bone refining and strong life! What the master has gained

, it is the destiny scroll of "Immortal Feather Sutra" that can help me continue my martial arts and lay the foundation for it!"

"The Zhuangming Realm is further divided into two steps: external training and internal training. External training means exercising the muscles and bones externally, and the first step is to eat meat? Well, this step is similar to martial arts. As the saying goes, if you want to practice martial arts if you want to practice martial arts, you are poor in literature and rich in martial arts.

A good body is fundamental, which requires eating well and eating well, and meat is naturally indispensable..."

While listening to Master's teaching of the scriptures, Lu Yunzi's thoughts emerged one after another, no matter which one was of great value to Qi Jingzhi.

"Internal refining is to nourish the heart and bones internally? What is the heart and bones?"

"When things are not equal, they scream? This heart and bone turns out to be the spirit in the warrior's chest? It can also be heroic spirit, ambition, backbone, evil spirit? Ha! No matter what kind of spirit it is, how can young people not be angry? Yes, Master has got it

I was already quite young when I wrote this sutra, so no wonder I didn’t become famous in practice!”

…

After a long time, Qi Jingzhi raised his hand and took off the spirit mask. Although he was happy, his heart was heavy.

"Lu Yunzi must have been in his twenties when he died. He died young, but he lived as a spirit for another hundred or two hundred years. After such a long time, he has even forgotten the appearance of his mentor, but he is still alive.

I remember that fragment of the scroll, it was really..."

Thinking of this, Qi Jingzhi had some vague feelings, but he didn't know how to describe it.

He is just a fifteen-year-old boy, and it is really difficult for him to understand such things. Even if he is possessed by Lu Yunzi's residual thoughts, he still cannot empathize with her.

If you think about it carefully, what Lu Yunzi has forgotten is not only his mentor? It has even abandoned its own appearance and even the humanity it once had, and completely turned into a faceless monster that feeds on humans.

Thinking of this, the young man felt a little irritable and walked back to his small courtyard with a heavy step.

He pushed open the courtyard door and looked up to see Old Man Qi sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard. On the stone table in front of him were two bowls of white rice and four vegetables, a plate of scrambled eggs with leeks and a plate of fried bacon with garlic sprouts.

A plate of fried small fish and a pot of stewed pheasant with wild mushrooms.

These meals look like they have been freshly cooked, steaming hot, fragrant and mouth-watering.

Qi Jing was startled, but then a smile broke out on his face, and he asked in a brisk tone: "Master, what kind of good day is it today? Why is it so rich? Fortunately, I came back not late. If it was cold, it would be a sin.

Already."

His steps also became brisk, he jumped to the table and sat down, reaching for the bowls and chopsticks, and did not forget to talk about what he saw when he entered the city today.

"Grandpa, my eyes have been opened today! You must have seen Lu Ao, the second young boss of the Lu family cloth shop. He actually had a pair of horns growing out of his head. He was killed by the Jinyun envoy from the Wuyun Inspection Department of the Demon Academy in the capital city.

If he is taken away, he will probably be an expert at catching monsters and monsters in the future."

"The Jinyun envoy looked like an iron tower, with red eyes that looked like he was about to spit out fire. He was so frightened that everyone on the street didn't dare to say a word."

Old Man Qi did not show interest as the young man expected. Instead, he snorted and asked in a muffled voice: "Wuyun Inspection Department of the Demon-Suppressing Academy? Since that envoy is so good, I think he can kill the tiger in Nangang."

Remove the semen?"

Qi Jingzhi did not doubt that he was there, nodded, and said in a positive tone: "Master Meng said that the Wuyun Inspection Department specializes in dealing with evil spirits. Since the Jinyun envoy has come to our county, he will not sit back and watch the tiger spirit harm people. Yes.

Well, Master Meng heard about my grandfather, and he visited Dian Shi a few days ago and relieved our family of the tiger hunter."

"This time the favor is greatly owed!"

After hearing this, Old Man Qi's tone was full of emotion: "Mr. Meng is very capable, and this matter may not mean anything to him, but our grandchildren have to understand the importance. Even if he doesn't need us, we must never be ungrateful.

When you go to the city in the future, remember to send more game as a token of appreciation from the people in the mountains."

"Grandpa, don't worry, my grandson will remember it!"

Qi Jingzhi solemnly agreed, and then changed the topic: "Master, Master Meng knew that I didn't want to study and become an official, so he found a martial arts for me. He said it could strengthen my body and make me stronger even when I encountered ferocious beasts in the mountains.

Share the chance of survival."

This was what the young man had thought up on the way home. The soul mask and the small bronze mirror were too shocking, so there was no need to say it out loud and make Grandpa worried.

"Mr. Meng is so kind-hearted! You, my boy, are really lucky! Martial arts skills are a rare thing, and they are much better than the crop-handle style that I taught you. When we were guarding the border, there were also skills passed down in the army. That was

You can only learn this by risking your life and making great achievements."

Old Man Qi was immediately excited. Compared with being exempted from the service, he was more happy that his grandson could learn the skills to live in a stable life.

He picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of bacon, put it into his grandson's bowl, and said, "People who practice martial arts are all big-bellied, so you should eat more."

Qi Jingzhi agreed with a smile, and when old man Qi started eating, he also held a bowl and took big mouthfuls of rice.

While eating, he muttered: "Master Meng also said that you should eat more meat when practicing martial arts. Our family can often eat it, but not much. From now on, when I go into the mountains, I will go farther and dig more pits. If I come back late,

Now, Grandpa, you can eat it yourself first, you don’t have to wait for me.”

Hearing this, Old Man Qi raised his head and glanced at his grandson, with some worry in his eyes.

But when he saw that the young man was eating deliciously, he didn't say anything. He just snorted and picked up a chicken leg and put it into his grandson's bowl.

Qi Jingzhi raised his head, his mouth filled with rice, and showed a bright smile to old man Qi.

He also picked up a chicken leg, put it in the other person's bowl, and said vaguely: "Grandpa, you eat too!"

Old man Qi nodded with a smile.
Chapter completed!