Supreme Space Puppet Master

Chapter 100 The Probe from Uncle Nine
Jiang Xiaoli sat cross-legged on the ground, with his hands hanging naturally on his knees, his thumb lightly touching the pulp of his middle finger.

She sat there quietly, breathing slowly, but did not immediately fall into meditation.

At this moment, streaks of light and shadows were rapidly circulating in Jiang Xiaoli's sea of ​​consciousness, these were the divine art that Fuxi tapped into Jiang Xiaoli's eyebrows.

If Uncle Jiu who had just left saw this scene, his eyes would have widened. Aren't these just one of the fragments of scrolls that he randomly placed in the corner to accumulate dust?
However, what Jiang Xiaoli had in mind was far more complete than the fragmented scroll in his hand.

Speaking of which, the so-called Yushen, to put it bluntly, is the cultivation of spiritual consciousness.

If the spiritual consciousness is soft and scattered, then the spiritual consciousness is tough and solid.

If the spiritual consciousness is a stream, then the spiritual consciousness is the vast ocean.

Many people know that Jiang Xiaoli is a puppet master.

The Sixth Elder knew about this, and Hua Teng naturally knew about it too.

But no one paid much attention to this, including the sixth elder.

Although Jiang Xiaoli used a puppet to save the scene in the Demon's Tomb, but the deep-rooted views in people's minds are not so easy to change.

It's not so much an opinion as a prejudice, a prejudice against the puppeteer.

There are not many monks in the Qianyuan Continent, and there are as many cultivation methods as there are stars.

But even so, puppetry, as one of the various cultivation methods, is still unpopular.

Because whether it is physical training, Taoist cultivation, or alchemist alchemy, what they ultimately pursue must be the improvement of their own strength.

However, the puppet masters rely on their puppets of all kinds of strange shapes, but their own strength cannot stand on the stage at all.

There are indeed not many people who practice puppet art on the Qianyuan Continent, but there are some after all.

But these people are all unable to cross the gap of foundation establishment, and they only practice puppetry after the next best thing.

Naturally, there are very few people who can use the puppet technique to make a name for themselves on the Qianyuan Continent, or in other words, none at all.

But what no one knows is that as long as Jiang Xiaoli's spiritual consciousness is stronger, the more puppets she can serve, and when her spiritual consciousness becomes divine consciousness one day, she can even serve an army of puppets.

The body of a thousand miles is still crushed in an ant's nest, no matter how powerful the monk is, even if he can easily crush a puppet.

So what about ten, hundreds, or thousands?
Jiang Xiaoli's eyes were still closed, and her eyelashes were shaking slightly like a small fan.

The sunlight that just broke out of the cloud was not very strong, the golden sunlight shone on Jiang Xiaoli's face, making Jiang Xiaoli a bit softer.

Yushen Jue went through in her mind, and she began to review the Yin-Yang Puppet Jue again.

"Book of Yin-Yang Puppets" saved her twice in total, the first time was in Meishan, when she drew qi into her body, and the second time was when she almost failed in foundation building.

These two times, "The Book of Yin-Yang Puppets" saved her with a posture of breaking and then standing.

Jiang Xiaoli knew that she was actually conscious of the "Book of Yin-Yang Puppets", and she had even seen that "Book of Yin-Yang Puppets" seemed a bit smug in her sea of ​​consciousness back then.

Today's "Yin-Yang Puppet Book" has already entered her dantian and become her spiritual root, but Jiang Xiaoli has not forgotten the Yin-Yang Puppet Art.

Just like the "Book of Yin-Yang Puppets" has been integrated with her body, the Yin-Yang Puppet Art has long been engraved into her soul, lingering.

But even so, Jiang Xiaoli can memorize the Yin-Yang Puppet Art by heart, but there are still many things in it that Jiang Xiaoli still doesn't understand.

Jiang Xiaoli frowned slightly, she didn't know much about cultivation, but the more she was like this, she couldn't be anxious.

Because the more anxious you are, the more hectic you will be.

However, Jiang Xiaoli, who was in deep thought, didn't know that a divine sense had been falling on her body.

Yes, it is divine consciousness.

Jiang Xiaoli is currently building a foundation, although she is not as sensitive to spiritual consciousness as Hua Meng, but she has been practicing Yushenjue, her spiritual consciousness has already surpassed her cultivation level, and she has faintly touched the edge of the alchemy stage .

But even so, Jiang Xiaoli didn't realize that there was a divine sense staring at him all the time.

Because there is a qualitative difference between spiritual consciousness and divine consciousness, it's no wonder Jiang Xiaoli couldn't discover it.

The owner of this spiritual consciousness is the old man who was slightly drunk and said he was going to take a nap for a while - Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu got a pair of worn-out cattail fans from nowhere, and fanned them one after another.

The corners of the mouth under the bushy white beard were slightly curved, and he was somewhat satisfied that Jiang Xiaoli didn't look through the books randomly placed around her.

You know, those books on the ground are all the top skills of the Hua family!
These things may not be worth mentioning in the eyes of his old man, but for Jiang Xiaoli's level of cultivation, they are undoubtedly the most suitable.

Moreover, these restrictions on exercises have long been erased by him.

Undoubtedly, there is a pile of fat in front of Jiang Xiaoli, as long as Jiang Xiaoli is willing, she can easily obtain these exercises on the ground.

However, Jiang Xiaoli didn't do that.

He watched it for so long, and after seeing Jiang Xiaoli put the scorpion away, Jiang Xiaoli only did one action, that is, to close his eyes and adjust his breath.

Jiang Xiaoli naturally didn't know, someone expressed satisfaction with her doing this.

If Jiang Xiaoli knew about these exercises in front of her, they were just methods used by Uncle Jiu to test her.

Jiang Xiaoli will definitely tell Uncle Jiu loudly that she doesn't like to eat fatty meat, especially the fat that is on the lips.

It's not that Jiang Xiaoli is pretending to be hypocritical, it's just that Jiang Xiaoli feels that it will look very unstyled.

Besides, Jiang Xiaoli doesn't lack any skills.

Jiang Xiaoli let out a breath of turbid air slowly, and after reviewing both the Yushen Jue and the Yin-Yang Puppet Jue, she did not continue to practice.

Jiang Xiaoli stood up and stretched his legs.

Uncle Jiu was right, she had something on her mind.

Hua Rong went to the Medicine Sect, and Hua Mao seemed to have gone to her grandfather's house, maybe, she could go and see Mrs. Hua first.

But how can she meet Mrs. Hua?
Maybe, she can go to Huayue.

Thinking of Huayue, Jiang Xiaoli frowned, feeling depressed again in his heart.

She asked herself that she had never done anything to offend Huayue, but why did Huayue keep making trouble for herself again and again?
Jiang Xiaoli sighed softly, but Jiang Xiaoli did not let this emotion continue to control herself, she glanced at the sky, thinking that it was time to have lunch.

Jiang Xiaoli remembered Uncle Jiu's explanation, and looked up at the sky again.

At this moment, the sun is even better than before, and Jiang Xiaoli's eyes flashed a bit of embarrassment. It is obviously inappropriate to pack up these exercises now.

But, she can't stop eating, can't she?
Jiang Xiaoli thought to himself, it would be great if Bing and the others were here.

It's a pity that all the puppet soldiers were sent outside Hua's house by Jiang Xiaoli.

(End of this chapter)