Cannon Fodder is No Longer with Me

    The next day, Mu Xing went to Mingyu Hall with Yaofeng's younger disciples as usual.

    Hey, children are the ones who hold grudges the most! Just ignore those nasty bastards!

    After taking the cultural course and resting for a stick of incense, I will take the practice class.

    Ming Yutang goes to school, all the children in the sect are over five years old and under ten years old.

    At this age, most of them have not really entered the path of cultivation.

    Those rumored geniuses who can draw Qi into the body at the age of three and build a foundation at the age of ten are rare. The vast majority of children, at this age, are probably just getting started.

    Today, the one in charge of the training class is Elder Wen Yu from Taixu Peak.

      Establishing the foundation and forming a golden core at the age of twenty-nine, he is one of the youngest elders in the Taixu Sect.

    Every time other elders teach basic practice courses, they have to tell a long list of allusions and theoretical knowledge. Teach younger disciples how to meditate and explain why.

    Elder Wen Yu will not.

    Genius is always different from others.

    "Close your eyes, meditate, and feel the flow of aura in the air. When you perceive the aura, grab it."

    "If you catch it, you will succeed." Elder Wen Yu said solemnly. That's how he got his breath into his body back then.

    Mu Xing: "…"

    This is the same as when he used to point to the finale in the modern world, and he would know the answer at a glance.

    His eyes swept around, sure enough, all the little guys looked blank.

    But they were still obedient and closed their eyes after listening to the elders.

    Mu Xing also closed his eyes.

    He is different from these kids.

    He also experienced the world of ancient cultivation. Although the basic exercises of cultivation are different, the origin seems to be the same. They all draw spiritual power from heaven and earth to fill their bodies.

    He closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and soon, the subtle movements around his ears could not be seen. Small spots of light blue and light green slowly emerged from the darkness. It is the water spirits and wood spirits that are wandering between heaven and earth.

    Those little spots of light seemed to sense his call, slowly, slowly approaching him and blending into his body.

    Mu Xing can feel that after the water spirits and wood spirits of different essences enter his body and collide with each other, there is no repulsion phenomenon, they quickly merge together and transform into another more powerful force 's spiritual power.

    It is worthy of being a twin spiritual root, no wonder that the speed of cultivation is not slower than the single-line spiritual root that is recognized as the fastest cultivation.

    …

    Elder Wen Yu was sitting in the teaching seat with his chin up, looking at the children below with a bit of boredom.

    He is not willing to come: For a cultivator madman, how can he be happy to teach such a group of little guys to practice Qi?

    The most important thing is: he really can't teach!

    This can't blame him, he has been a genius in cultivation since he was a child, and most of the bottlenecks that ordinary cultivators will encounter are as simple as eating and drinking.

    He really can't teach, a lot of things, aren't they born?

    He was born more than 30 years ago, and has been practicing cultivation since he entered Taixu Sect.

    "Huh?" Wen Yu sensed something and looked towards Mu Xing.

    I saw Mu Xing sitting cross-legged on the futon, his figure was straight, his face was calm, and he looked quite decent.

    But this is not what Wen Yu saw. In his perception, there are very obvious spiritual power fluctuations around this child.

    Look at Mu Xing again, only five or six years old.

    Wen Yu immediately regained her spirits, straightened her body, and couldn't help but feel complacent: Two days ago, Mrs. He Yun criticized me for not being rigorous in teaching. I think it is very useful.

    Isn’t this child taught by me?

    Mu Xing suddenly opened his eyes.

    At the same time, a refreshing wave of spiritual energy spread out with him as the center.

    The little guys with their eyes closed were alarmed and opened their eyes in a panic.

    They saw that a small black spot slowly appeared in the void in front of Mu Xing.

    The little black dot slowly grows into the size of a thumb—pop.

    Sprouting, growing.

     quickly grow into a powerful grass.

    Tick.

    A drop of spirit dew drops on a blade of grass, two drops, three drops.

    The spirit grass was moistened by the rain and dew, becoming more and more green and green, and at the top, a small flower bud slowly opened.

    Mu Xing opened his eyes wide to see this magical scene, and curiously reached out to touch it.

    The fingertips touched the flowers and leaves, and only felt a mass of coolness.

    "Wow!" The little guys exclaimed when they saw this magical scene.

    "However, when the air is drawn into the body, the water and wood twin spirits can be turned into a representation." Wen Yu was amazed, and looked at Mu Xing with burning eyes, "Who are you, which peak are you from? Yet?"

    Mu Xing replied: "Disciple Yaofeng Mu Xing, the master of Yaofeng Peak Master Yaowu-shi elder."

    "Oh." Wen Yu's disappointment was palpable, "I have already apprenticed, I wondered if I could get ahead. But I can't beat Uncle Yakushi."

    Mu Xing likes this young elder very much, the other party is too shallow, and in the face of a group of little radishes, he does not have the slightest pretence of the elder Jindan, like an ordinary big brother next door.

    Ling Xiuxiu blinked her eyes and asked curiously, "Elder Wen Yu. Isn't Junior Brother Mu Xing very good?"

    Wen Yu nodded without hesitation: "Of course! Breathing Qi into the body can induce spiritual power to materialize. There is no such talent."

    Ling Xiuxiu looked at Mu Xing happily: "Junior Brother Xingxing is awesome!"

    Too drug peak has a long face!

    When I think of this, I suddenly remember the previous thing.

    Turn his head to look at Wan Yuefeng, and sure enough, they are all looking here at this moment - at this time, who didn't stare at Mu Xing enviously.

    Ling Xiuxiu trembled all of a sudden, and grimaced at the Moon Moon Peak disciples.

    Wan Yuefeng disciple: “…”

    Good luck.

    But I'm so envious, and I can't go back. Because none of us successfully entrained air into the body.

    At the same time, the demon world.

    Under the large silver-leaf tree, the beautiful child in a gorgeous robe and a cinnabar mole suddenly frowned.

    That feeling came again.

    He had this feeling once a while ago.

    Just now, it appeared again.

    It's like that, as if something that belonged to you was lost.

    "Master Xiaoyu, is Master Xiaoyu here?" A voice came from afar.

    This young man is the missing Young Master of Moon Moon Peak, Jade in Snow.

    Hearing this voice, there was a disgust that did not belong to this age on Xue Zhongyu's face, which was quickly hidden again.

    He put on a cute and sweet smile, stood up from under the tree: "Sister Jinling, I'm here!"

    When the maid saw him, she breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the child with a very loving gaze: "Are you here? ."

    Xue Zhongyu said softly: "Okay, I'll go over now."

    Mu Xing of Yaofeng successfully inhaled Qi into the body in Mingyu Hall, and there was a vision of spiritual power materialization. This matter quickly spread throughout the Taixu Sect.

    In particular, his cultivation experience was also reported later: he had just turned six years old, and was brought back from the mortal world by Peak Master Wanyue, and it took less than a month for him to formally contact and cultivate .

    In less than a month, the air was successfully introduced into the body.

    This speed is simply genius.

    The news reached the crescent moon peak.

    But Xiaoyu, no, after Junior Brother Mu Xing arrived at Wanyuefeng, they clearly tested their aptitude, but they didn't seem to see it at all, and they never paid attention to this point.

    What are they thinking?

    They just wanted to dress up Junior Brother Mu Xing as Junior Junior Brother Xiaoyu and become the second Junior Junior Junior Brother Xiaoyu.

    I never thought that Junior Brother Mu Xing also had such outstanding aptitude. If he cultivated well, there might be another strong man born in Taixu Sect in the future.

    From this moment on, everyone remembered him and the name Mu Xing.

    Even Wanyuefeng, when referring to him, would not call him Xiaoyu again.

    Yaofeng's reaction to this matter is much more straightforward.

    As soon as Mu Xing went back that day, he received the unreserved rainbow fart compliment from the elder brother, and was fed a belly of spiritual fruit.

    Then he went to see Yao Wu Shi.

    Yao Wushi was very happy and gave him a jade slip and two spiritual fields.

    In the jade slip, is the cultivation method of Yaofeng.

    As for the spiritual field, every Yaofeng disciple has it. As a disciple of Yaofeng, how could he not farm?

    Li Xuanyao quietly told him: "Little Junior Brother, don't look at the fact that Master didn't give you any reward this time, it's because it's reserved for you to wait for the apprentice ceremony. Master's shot, it must be good stuff."

    Actually, Yao Wushi's original words are much more straightforward than this: "At that time, all the brothers and sisters from all the peaks will come, and it is rare for me to accept a personal disciple. As a master, I will give it to me first. A heavy gift, they are too embarrassed to take something to perfunctory my little apprentice?"

    A month is coming soon.

    Mu Xing went to Mingyu Hall to finish his class, and was picked up by Li Xuanyao who was guarding outside.

    When he arrived at Yaofeng, he put on his disciple uniform again. Li Xuanyao led him to the main hall of the main peak.

    Xue Wuya was sitting in the main hall, behind him stood the second disciple Qi Xiubai and the third disciple Shi Zhizhu.

    They stared blankly at Mu Xing being led into the hall by Li Xuanyao.

    A little boy, wearing a blue robe on a white background, his hair tied in a small bun with a blue ribbon.

    However, the six-year-old child, facing the seniors with profound cultivation, looked calm and generous, without any signs of nervousness and cowardice.

    Like a young but tough Hsinchu.

    And their little junior brother, since childhood, has been sweet and well-behaved.

    Qi Xiubai suddenly thought: It seems that Junior Brother Mu Xing doesn't look that much like Junior Brother Xiaoyu.