The system came a hundred years earlier, I kicked Beihai Kindergarten

As the person in charge of the gambling game, Butler Wang knows every Leaping Ordinary Realm well.

At that time, he had been observing Shen Lang and naturally noticed this blacksmith.

Liu Zhuang, a casual cultivator with a clean family background, has an unknown reason for becoming an enemy of Shen Lang.

However, you can use it...

Soon, Butler Wang thought of a brilliant idea and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

This time, I want to see whether you live or not!

…………

After dealing with some sneaky dragon riders, Shen Lang's image in Wei Qianluo's mind became much more prestigious.

In Wei Qianluo's eyes, that was Lord Dragon Rider! They came to the master to let the master train their mental strength, which meant that the master was much more powerful than them...

On this day, apart from giving Longqi a few hits, Shen Lang spent the whole day beating Wei Qianluo.

[Whip the Heaven Realm enemy Wei Qianluo, bloodline awakening progress 4399/10000]

Shen Lang's speed was getting faster and faster, and Wei Qianluo's reaction was also getting faster and faster. The progress bar was almost half completed.

bang bang bang...

Just as the two were playing with the rattan stick, Mo Yi pried open Shen Lang's courtyard door and walked in.

"Hey, Master, what brings you here?" Shen Lang greeted him.

"Jin Feng, I'm here to give you some money." Mo Yi entered the yard and handed Shen Lang a bag of spirit stones. "You've almost paid off what you owe me, but you're almost reaching the Divine Sea Realm. As we agreed, the guidance fee will increase."

"Don't worry." Shen Lang said. It's true that the tuition fees of fake universities are high. The tuition fees of disciples from sects who do missions for the sect are not that high...

There's nothing I can do, since I just know someone at a higher level.

"Qian Luo, pour the tea."

"I don't drink tea. I asked Qianluo to prepare some wine for me. I'll just drink it."

Wei Qianluo stood up, bowed, and ran to get drinks for the two of them.

"Hiss..." Shen Lang made a little contribution to global warming: "Master, you spent my money to save wine to drink?"

"Hey, what's the relationship between us? Don't be so stingy. It won't cost you much..." Mo Yi said with a smile: "After all, I am your master!"

"Speaking of which, what exactly is this Leaping Dragon Gate?" Shen Lang didn't bother about the small amount of money, and sat down at the stone table with Mo Yi: "I have enough true energy now, how can I break through to the Divine Sea Realm?"

"Leaping over the Dragon Gate, to put it simply, means that your Qi flows upstream and opens up your own Sea of ​​​​Divine Power in the upper Dantian..."

Mo Yi explained it carefully to Shen Lang.

Soon, Shen Lang understood.

If you want to break through to the Divine Sea Realm, you not only need to fill your middle dantian with true qi, but you also need to have subtle control.

The location of the upper dantian is the Niwan Palace, which is also the Yintang. It is extremely subtle. If you don’t do it well, you will make yourself a fool.

In addition to true qi, the Leaping Ordinary Realm also requires strong qi and blood, both of which are used to protect oneself.

If the bloodline is strong enough, just attack it directly and the thing will protect itself.

If you don't have special blood, you have to rely on precise control.

Shen Lang's cultivation has skyrocketed in recent days. He didn't even know how hard he was hitting Wei Qianluo, which shows that his control has become extremely low.

At this time, attacking the sea of ​​​​gods would be tantamount to seeking death, even if one has extremely deep blood power.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I could practice..."

"Don't be deliberate. Once you have these few days off and start forging iron, you will be able to control your strength and energy." Seeing Wei Qianluo coming, Mo Yi took the wine jug from her hand and gulped it down.

"Great!" Mo Yi wiped his mouth and said, "There are three thousand great ways. There is practice everywhere in life. You just haven't discovered it."

Shen Lang suddenly understood.

For the sake of the quality of the iron and to save effort, it is indeed necessary to control the true qi well.

I have lost control these past few days, all because of the competition.

"If you want to practice these two days..." Mo Yi picked up a piece of wood casually, and a small knife appeared in his hand. The knife flew up and down, and a pile of wood chips flew out.

Mo Yi blew gently, and the wood chips flew away with the wind, and her work appeared before the two of them.

She carved the wood into a flower. Each piece of the flower was extremely thin, similar to Okamoto's 0.01, and there were many beautiful patterns. It was very exquisite.

"Look, if you can do this, you can impact the sea of ​​​​gods. If you feel unsafe, carve a piece of tofu into this shape."

“So beautiful…” Wei Qianluo’s eyes widened. The master carved so fast. Carpenter Zhang from Bingzi District couldn’t achieve this level even if he died of exhaustion, right?

Shen Lang looked at the wood carving carefully and found it extremely tricky.

Shen Lang had a clear understanding that every realm of cultivation was like a single-plank bridge among thousands of troops.

No wonder so many people who have reached the Leaping Mortal Realm dare not impact the Divine Sea. What Mo Yi can do easily may not be possible for others.

People like Zhao Huaibei who can enter the sea of ​​​​spirituality for a few days have already done the preparatory work before practicing.

However, Shen Lang has a strong bloodline as a guarantee, so he may not be able to be so meticulous in order to attack.

dong dong dong...

Just at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Xiao Shen, are you home? I'm here to deliver the invitation."

Chapter 52 Hug the thigh

Shen Lang opened the door, only to see a strong middle-aged man standing at the door.

"Hey, Uncle Zhang."

The person who came was Zhang San, who worked close to Shen Lang, and the two had always had a good relationship.

Shen Lang was thinking, if I tell Uncle Zhang that his son bought a movie from me during the day, I wonder what he would think...

"Hey, you really made our blacksmith proud and won the championship." Zhang San smiled and said, "I thought you were lagging behind in cultivation, but I didn't expect you to be hiding your abilities. You almost fooled me."

"Luck, it's all luck. In the first one-on-one match, anyone with a discerning eye could see that if that woman hadn't been so arrogant, I wouldn't have had a chance." Shen Lang said modestly.

"Winning is winning, losing is losing. As cultivators, how can we have so many opinions?" Zhang San patted Shen Lang on the shoulder: "Your performance on the field is really like me when I was young. I tell you, I'm not bragging, when your uncle Zhang was young..."

"Who's getting married?" Shen Lang quickly took the invitation from Zhang San.

If I were to hear him talk about his youth, I probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

"Liu Zhuang."

Hearing this name, Shen Lang frowned slightly.

Isn't this my brother Liu? Why would he tell me that he got married...

and many more!

"Didn't he lose in the competition? He should be eliminated and expelled from the palace." Shen Lang looked at Zhang San.

"Lost? I haven't heard of that." Zhang San shook his head. "I just heard that he and Butler Liu's daughter Liu Ying fell in love at first sight at the competition. Liu Zhuang was attracted to her and they even kissed to seal their love."

Shen Lang said, what happened on the court at that time that I didn’t see?

A kiss sealed the love, and it was like shooting a thousand miles away...

"This guy, send me an invitation... We even had a festival at the stadium."

Shen Lang touched his chin.

"Hey, we're all working for the palace. We'll see each other every day. How can there be any discussion of whether it's a festival or not? Even if there is a festival, since the invitation has been sent, can you not send some gifts?"

"I still have to give a gift?" Shen Lang widened his eyes.

This feeling is like when someone at work who is extremely annoying and with whom Shen Lang has had a conflict comes to Shen Lang to ask for a gift money for his wedding.

How the hell did you open your mouth like that?

Well, I can indeed bring myself to ask. I will first find Shen Lang and say a few words like "No fight, no friendship" and "All grudges can be forgotten with a smile"... After that, I will ask if I can come to the wedding.

"Of course. They've already sent the invitation. It's very thoughtful. No matter what happened before, they still have to send the gift, right?"

"After giving the gift, if this guy targets you, we will ignore him."

"If this kid wants to make peace, then give Uncle Zhang some face and make peace." Zhang San put his arm around Shen Lang's shoulders and said, "We are all grown men, what's the problem?"

"Uncle Zhang, this is not a question of face or not..."

"Xiao Shen, his father-in-law is Butler Liu. Butler Liu is in charge of District B." Zhang San said earnestly, "This guy didn't think of sending you an invitation at first. Everyone received it in the morning. He only sent it to you at this hour, which shows that he has a lot of complaints about you. If you don't go and don't send a gift, it will be a loss for Butler Liu's face..."

Shen Lang was silent.

Zhang San really meant well, and Liu Zhuang didn't care, but the fact was that Butler Liu was Shen Lang's current manager.

Only then did Shen Lang realize that he had inadvertently offended two of the four butlers.

There was nothing he could do about it because taking Wei Qianluo in would offend Steward Wang.

But I don't know how, Liu Zhuang has gotten close to Butler Liu. If I offend him, it's the same as offending Butler Liu. I really accept this.

As expected, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and it is impossible to keep things quiet even if you want to.

If you don't cause trouble, trouble will come to you.

"Okay, I'll accept the invitation." Shen Lang said that if he didn't accept the invitation, Liu Zhuang, who was so petty, might find trouble with Zhang San.

I don't have to work in the palace anymore, Zhang San still has to work.

Even if you have a dragon-riding son, it's still disgusting if a butler causes some trouble from time to time.

…………

Shen Lang accepted the invitation, returned to the courtyard, and said to Wei Qianluo: "Today's draw... ahem, today's practice is almost done, you go take a medicinal bath first."

"Yeah." Wei Qianluo nodded obediently and went to prepare the medicinal bath.

"Oh, someone is getting married." Mo Yi said, "That's right, let's share in the good fortune."

"What's good about that..." Shen Lang was wondering how Liu Zhuang would make his move.

If I offend the two housekeepers, I'm afraid things won't end well tomorrow...

"Master, please do me a favor."

"What favor? Let me see how much you'll charge."

"It's about delivering a letter..."

…………

For this letter, Mo Yi received ten spirit stones from Shen Lang.

This is Mo Yi's first time to come to Area A.

This trip was not easy for Mo Yi. The guards in Area A first received Mo Yi's visiting card and handed it to Zhao Huaibei. Only with Zhao Huaibei's permission could Mo Yi come in.

If Area D is a slum and Area B is a well-off area, then Area A is a villa area.

The security here is very strict, and there is a checkpoint every ten steps.

In Area A, there are no small courtyards, but mostly large courtyards with three entrances, and there are many maids and servants inside.

The servants were all in a hurry, at a moderate pace, and they did not dare to raise their heads or look around. Everything was in an orderly manner, giving people a feeling of oppression.

The people here are more like parts of a machine than human beings.

Especially now that it's late at night, the situation seems even more bizarre.

The place where Zhao Huaibei lives is a bit far away from the core area and is a three-story courtyard.

Mo Yi was led by a servant and met Zhao Huaibei in the main room.

Zhao Huaibei sat in the main seat, eating grapes carelessly, and seemed not to care about the visitor.

"Area B, Divine Weapon Workshop, Mo Yi, nice to meet you, sir." Mo Yi bowed to Zhao Huaibei.