Yuanshin: Before I was buried by Walnut, I opened the coffin and got up

"Wow~" Hu Tao looked shocked, and little stars seemed to flash in his eyes, "I don't know what Taoism the true king taught?"

"Naturally, this old man is the way of peerless martial arts!"

"Can Zhenjun let me wait to see it?" Jiang Bai went up again.

"Yes, yes, I and other mortals have never seen a fairy cast a spell!" Hu Tao booed.

"That's it!"

Hu Tao and Jiang Bai left and right, and praised the Thunderbolt and Thunder Supreme Lord high.

The old man's expression remained unchanged, and he motioned for them to go to the side to rest.

"You've come from a long way, rest here first, and I'll show you when the old man adjusts his breath." After speaking, he walked into the hut with his hands behind his back.

The door of the hut was closed, Jiang Bai and Hu Tao looked at each other, and Hu Tao's little ghost came out and followed quietly.

Wu Cong didn't notice this scene, so he patted Jiang Bai's shoulder and sighed, "It seems that Zhenjun is in a good mood today, and he is very optimistic about you! You can learn a lot today."

"Really? Could it be that Zhenjun rarely demonstrates?" Jiang Bai asked curiously.

After seeing a real fairy like Mandrill, looking at the old man always feels almost meaningless.

There is no sense of alienation like Mandrill's feeling of being separated from the world, nor the sense of calm and indifference of being hidden in the city.

Although there is a bit of temperament, but the lack of temperament makes him feel a little deliberate.

In short, there are not enough B cells!

However, watching Wu Cong practice vigorously under the tree, his hands almost turned into propellers, maybe this old man has real skills?

"No, no, no!" At this moment, the man who had just been guided by the old man spoke.

He raised his chin slightly, folded his hands around his chest, "In fact, Zhenjun has shown it a few times just now, but his movements are too fast for ordinary people to notice."

Jiang Bai, Hu Tao: "???"

"Didn't you notice it? The change in airflow when Zhenjun raised his hand... that was the hurricane produced after tens of thousands of punches. Although Zhenjun had used his power to slow down the power, it still leaked a little. Makes me shudder..."

Chapter 55 This Inflation Is A Little Terrible

The man opened his hands, as if about to embrace the sky, with an excited and fanatical expression. When he said "shuddering", he curled up his arms, and his body trembled slightly.

Jiang Bai and Hu Tao stared at each other with big eyes.

"Did you feel it?"

"No......"

"I didn't feel it either..."

The two looked at Wu Cong together again.

Wu Cong was obviously also at a loss, but seeing the exaggerated expression and posture of A Ling next to him, he soon agreed.

"Sure enough, the power of a true monarch cannot be directly looked at by mortals."

"Ah, this..." How does Jiang Bai feel that this peerless martial arts is like playing?

Is it really there or is it pretending to be a ghost? Jiang Bai dare not say. He has not been here for a long time. He doesn't know much about the world. If he says there is no but there is, it will be bad to be slapped in the face.

"Then how can I learn the Taoism of the True Monarch?"

"True Monarch is merciful. You only need [-] moras per month to learn the true Monarch's martial arts secrets!"

The person who answered the question was moved, and even shed tears because of it, "Seven thousand moras, you can learn such an immortal method, the real king is so kind..."

He called A Ling, who was born in a wealthy family in Liyue Port.

His body is lazy, he can't eat hard, and he can't bear tiredness.

He searched hard for a way to ascend to immortality that was neither hard nor tiring, and when he heard that there was an immortal preaching in Jueyun, he immediately asked his servant to carry him here to learn Taoism under the sect of Zhenjun.

At the request of Zhenjun, he dismissed his servants and studied here alone, and it has been more than two months.

Zhenjun's Taoism is just as he thinks, there is no need for hard dancing, nor hard punching.

Spend some time every day sitting cross-legged and meditating, and then spend some time imagining yourself punching at high speed, so that you can get started.

During this period, he deeply felt the unfathomableness of Zhenjun.

The true monarch's Taoism is far-reaching, and it is difficult for ordinary people to reach.

He has been studying for more than two months, even in his imagination, his punching speed is still very slow, and he has not reached the threshold required by the real king.

There is still a long way to go if you want to truly learn the Taoism of the True Monarch!

Jiang Bai didn't know the purchasing power of Qiqian Mora, so he looked at Hu Tao.

He leaned close to Hu Tao's ear and asked quietly: "Master, seven thousand Morado?"

"Not much, and you can buy 77 catties of rice, which is only enough for Xiangshengtang to eat for ten days."

Jiang Bai stretched out ten fingers and counted for a long time, and came to an amazing conclusion.

In this way, a catty of rice costs almost ninety moras!

That mora in his pocket might not buy anything!

Jiang Bai's eyes were full of resentment, he thought he could buy a piece of candy no matter how bad it was, but in the end, he might not be able to buy a piece of candy...

The hall master is too stingy.

Jiang Bai immediately thought of another question.

Judging from the weight of one mora, if you want to buy enough rice to last for half a month at the Xiangshengtang, do you have to use a cart to drag so many moras?

Then it's too inconvenient to trade like this, right?

"You are stupid! The face value is different!" Adhering to the concept of caring for the mentally handicapped younger brother, Hu Tao took out Mo La with different face value and put them in the palm of his hand.

The fronts of these moras are all engraved with the same pattern, but the colors are different.

etc!Why is this pattern so similar to the pattern on the ruins seen in Guyun Pavilion?

Jiang Bai took out the Mora that the walnut gave him.

The patterns on it are exactly the same as the ones taken out of the walnuts, and they are all triangles composed of a single thread.

It's just that compared to the pattern on the Guyun Pavilion ruins, this pattern is much simpler.

Jiang Bai didn't understand for a while.

Mora was cast by Morax, the rock god. According to his speculation, the ruins on Guyun Pavilion were built by the people of other demon gods. Why are the patterns of the two so similar?

Does it mean that this pattern is very versatile?

Or does this pattern have other meanings?

Or maybe the pattern on the ruins of Guyun Pavilion is a variant of the pattern on Mo La?When the ancients who built the ruins drew patterns, they referred to the patterns on Mora and made it more cumbersome and complicated.

That being said, it seems to make sense...

Jiang Bai, who justified himself, temporarily put his doubts aside, and listened to Hu Tao explaining Mo La's face value to him.

These moras are the same size, just different colors.

"In the beginning, Lord Yan didn't make any distinction when he made Mora, only the face value of "1".

But later, with more and more people, more and more moras were needed, and it was not convenient to trade the moras with only one denomination, and the denominations of moras became more and more later.

This copper-brown one is Mora with the smallest face value, that is, one. "

Walnut turned Mora over, and the number one was written on the back.

"This brassy one has a face value of ten."

"This silver one has a face value of 100."

"This golden one has a face value of 1000."

Walnut turned them over one by one, and there were corresponding numbers on the back.

Jiang Bai pretended to be curious and picked up the 1000 denomination Mora, rubbed it in his hand, and asked, "Is there a bigger one?"

"No, one thousand is the biggest."

At a glance, Hu Tao saw through his careful thought of trying to put Mora in his pocket silently.

Stretching out his little hand, "Give it back to me!"

Jiang Bai reluctantly returned Mora to her.

Touching his Mo La, who was only worth a face, Jiang Bai felt bitter.

This Mora, who can't buy anything, is all his belongings...

However, it only costs [-] moras to learn from the immortals. This price is really touching!This fairy is quite conscientious!

Seeing that the two were counting the money, A Ling thought they were thinking about whether Mo La had enough money, so she took the initiative to ask:

"How? Do you want to follow me to learn Taoism from Zhenjun?"

It would be too boring to have only them here, and it would be more lively if there were more people learning Taoism with Zhenjun.

"We are shy in our pockets, and we still want to wait until we see the Taoism of Zhenjun before making a decision." Jiang Bai scratched his head and smiled shyly.

With such a smile, the red mark on his face also changed with his smile, which looked a little funny.

Wu Cong tried to hold back his smile, "Well, little brother, do you want some medicine..."

Jiang Bai looked at Hu Tao with his watery eyes.

This was made by Hu Tao, so he can't let him do the medicine by himself, right?

Nut put his hand next to his cheek, pushed his hand, and turned his head away.

"A little flesh wound, what kind of medicine should I use!"

He didn't bleed and didn't do anything. With the quality of the God's Eye owner, this little injury is not a problem at all.

"Alright alright……"

Jiang Bai doesn't care, it doesn't hurt anyway, as for whether it's funny or not, he can't see it himself.

whatever!

A beating is better than a cremation package.

But next time I still have to take it easy and think before I speak.

Otherwise, the walnuts will not be so lightly beaten next time...

Chapter 56 Young people don't talk about martial arts

The two rested for more than ten minutes, and the little ghost quietly returned to Hu Tao's body. Not long after, that Thunderbolt and Thunder Supreme Lord also came out of the hut.

"I've already adjusted my breath, come with me." He closed his eyes, and then opened them slowly. There seemed to be a strong light in his eyes, and he couldn't look directly at them.

All four followed.

For Wu Cong and A Ling, it has been quite a long time since they saw Zhenjun showing his magic.

Naturally, such a shocking scene cannot be missed.

Jiang Bai was very curious about what Hutao's little ghost had discovered, but it was a pity that he couldn't communicate directly with the little ghost. Looking at Hutao, Hutao just blinked and smiled mysteriously.

Jiang Bai has no choice but to watch the old man's performance.

The old man came to a cliff facing the mountain path, about three meters high, with no vegetation growing on it.

"Alright!"

I saw him take a deep breath and step forward with his legs.

You Fang blows from all directions, blowing his clothes and hair.

The four concentrated their attention and held their breath. There was expectation, curiosity, and nervousness in their eyes, waiting for the next development.

But the old man's sleeves fluttered, but his figure didn't move, but the rock wall seemed to be smashed by something, there was a loud explosion, and the broken stones splashed everywhere.

After a while, the smoke and dust dissipated, and the originally complete rock wall cracked, leaving a pit in the center that seemed to be punched out by a fist.

Zhenjun's two disciples applauded excitedly when they saw this scene again.