Chapter 257: Variety

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Wang Qi still remembers here. This is where he first experienced the battle of life and death. The place where plum night died.
The teenager sat on the edge of the dirt pit. At this time, the sun had fallen westward, and the elders who had pulled his shadow by the sun had cast them across the pit. Looking at the shadows, he could hardly see the shallow potholes, Wang Qi sighed softly.
It's really hard to make clear about time. Sometimes revisiting the old place always has some special feelings.
A year ago, when he was at the bottom of the pit, he first started practicing Qi, first knew the present method, and did not understand a little spell. A year later, he was already in the middle of practicing Qi, and his attainments in martial arts were the first in the same session. Looking at the shadow carefully, he had grown a lot.
Cultivation has grown, insights have grown, and he has grown. But there is no change in mood,
In this year, the more Wang Qi practiced, the more he felt that Li Ziye was suffocating.
Yao Ding's calculation is almost complete, with the sword in his hand, and the ancient method of the Yuanying period, and the Yuanying period, he can cut it with a sword!
But he died on the gloomy morning without the sun. Suffocating.
Wang Qi shook his head to dispel a little distraction in his heart, and then took a stack of paper from the storage bag. Those are all papers in mathematics and science, and several are the frontier theories of Shenzhou exchanged by Wang Qi, and several are written by him in a comprehensive paper, which is also mixed with advanced mathematics from the earth.
"Sorry, brother, most of the questions you want to know haven't been solved yet. I will send you a few articles to solve the problem." Wang Qi whispered, carrying the entropy of mana to warm the manuscript temperature on. After the fire was born, Wang Qi threw the papers into the big pit: "I originally wanted to go to your grave and burn it, is it not a bad rule here?"
Li Ziye didn't specify where he wanted to be buried, so according to the rules, his body was sent to Wanfamen. According to Su Junyu, Wanfamen chose a sunny hillside specifically, which Li Ziye would like. It's a pity that Wang Qi couldn't step into the Wanfamen Gate at all, and he couldn't talk about it by hanging from the grave.
Watching the paper burn out, Wang Qi stood up and said, "Help me, I won't say much. In short, I will visit you in person in a few years' time. Also ... Huangji I do n’t want to stay anymore. "
After talking, the boy walked in the direction of the village.
After mourning the old friend, go and see the family again.
However, Wang Qi frowned before entering the village.
There are lights and people smoke!
Yin Qi hurts his body, Wang Qi doesn't believe that there will be mortals who will choose to live in a place where a person has died. Zhen Jiezi knew what he was thinking, and when he got closer, he released his spiritual consciousness and explored the village.
After a moment, Zhen Jiezi said: "There are more than ten people. Eight of them have cultivation experience, most of them are studying or through the sky. One person practices Qi and one person builds the foundation. The exercises should be the same."
Wang Qi frowned: "Which school?"
"It's not a big school child." Zhen Jiezi said: "The mana is not very good. According to your statement, it should be counted as" medical practice. "
Jiefaxiu is not an orthodox term, neither in textbooks nor in the Xianmeng Law. The Xianmeng Law also prohibits this kind of discrimination. It generally refers to the monks who have sincerely come from the ancient Faxiu, and the practice has been rewritten to use heaven and earth to breathe instead of absorbing heaven and earth aura, but the essence of the practice has not changed, nor has it been integrated into the axiomatized system of this law. To put it simply, it is the ancient method of cultivation under the cover of this method.
This renewal of changing soups and medicines made this group of monks unable to use the system of this law, and could not play the essence of this law. Although the use of heaven and earth breathing is more efficient than the direct absorption of heaven and earth aura, so the amount of mana is undoubtedly stronger than ancient law cultivation. But in the eyes of this practice, the practice of medicinal practice is much stronger than that of ancient practice.
"I now have a weighted value of about ten. In terms of conversion, it can be comparable to the initial stage of the foundation of the weighted three ... What level of medicinal practice is over there?"
"In the early stage of foundation construction," Zhen Jiezi replied.
"Even if there are gangsters over there, they can't kill me." Wang Qisi said: "Go and see what happens."
Zhen Zhenzi said: "There is no need to be so cautious. There are a few mortals there. The Xiu Family wants to be a criminal, so don't you bring only mortal men?"
Wang Qi thought for a while and shook his head bitterly: "It's probably a psychological effect ... I don't really think there will be a guy with normal psychology who will stay in the cemetery."
The two were already close to the village.
Looking far, the pattern of Dabai Village has not changed much. A year ago, the house destroyed by the ancient Fayuan infant's littering skills was not cleaned up, and the foundation remained. The field was half deserted, and the other half became rows of graves-probably too many dead people, no time to find suitable graveyards one by one. There are only two houses left intact in the village, one in the middle of the village is a newly built house. The other one was Wang Qi ’s own house—Xiang Qi was standing on the roof of his house at the time and turned back the enemy ’s attack.
"That house doesn't look like it was built by the villagers ..." Wang Qi narrowed his eyes and looked at the big house. It is at least five stories high and surrounded by a touch of spiritual power, which should be built by the cultivator.
Mayaki also said: "This style is a bit familiar. And I can be sure that it was ten thousand years ago ... Although the style has the characteristics of this era, it is indeed something that was ten thousand years ago."
Just when Wang Qi walked into the village, a figure ran not far away: "Hey! Who? What's the point of coming to Chiyangzong?"
Wang Qi frowned: "I go back to my own home. What kind of Chiyang Sect did you circumvent our home without permission, and wouldn't let me go home?"
"Your family? Joke, how is this possible ..." The man wanted to scold Wang Qi, but remembered something, and suddenly held Wang Qi's shoulder and asked, "You ... you are ..."
Since the sun had set, the man could not see Wang Qi's face, and wanted to take out things like tumblers from his waist. Wang Qi waved his hands and used Tiange's mana to create several spheres of light. In the light of the light ball, a seemingly honest face appeared in front of Wang Qi. Wang Qi couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?"
Wang Qi II was a man. When he was young, he could not play with the children in the village. He had a weak impression of his peers. But who does n’t know the children of the landlords in the village? The Hanhou youth suddenly cried: "You are ... you are Wang Qi! It turns out that you really went out of school! Really!"
"Who the are you ..."
"Me! Tiezhu!" The young man named Tiezhu went to the village without giving Wang Qi the time to respond, and ran into the village directly: "Family! Come out! Come out! Wang Qi! Is not dead! "
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