Chapter 726 What the hell are you four doing? !

"That's enough, stop it, young man." Song Taosheng waited for a moment, and seeing that Ning Zhuo showed no sign of stopping, he finally spoke again and stopped Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo's thigh was covered in blood. After being reminded, he opened his eyes and was stunned for a moment before realizing that he had won.

Song Taosheng treated Ning Zhuo kindly and asked him his name while casting healing spells.

The injuries on Ning Zhuo's body began to recover rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This recovery speed made Song Taosheng's eyes flash with a strange color, and he thought to himself: "This young man's physical foundation is not bad!"

Ning Zhuo bowed to Song Taosheng, first expressed his gratitude, and then respectfully answered his name.

Song Taosheng took out three ink sticks and a jade slip.

"You are the winner this time. This is bitter ink, and this is a method of gathering energy that I created, called 'Songtao Yangqi Gong'. These two items are the prizes this time."

Song Tao used his magical power to make the prize fly in front of Ning Zhuo.

After Ning Zhuo thanked them again, he took it with both hands under the envious gaze of everyone.

He looked at the reward in his hand.

The jade slip recording the technique was put aside for the time being. This was the first time he had seen bitter ink.

This ink stick is not pure black, but a bitter brown, deep and restrained, as if it has absorbed the endless night.

It smells slightly bitter with the scent of pine and cypress.

It was very heavy, and Ning Zhuo held it in his hand, feeling that the ink ingot was as hard as black iron.

Song Taosheng looked Ning Zhuo up and down, not concealing his admiration. He stroked his beard and said, "It's a pity that you have not yet completed your foundation. Otherwise, with your character, you would have a bright future if you practiced Confucianism."

"Well, I'll give you another opportunity."

As he spoke, Song Taosheng waved his sleeve lightly, and the gate of the Confucian Temple opened immediately.

He faced the dense pine forest outside the door, stretched out his five fingers, and made a grab.

Song Tao's Qigong was immediately activated, allowing him to absorb a burst of literary energy.

Song Taosheng projected Wenfeng onto Ning Zhuo: "This is the effect of Songtao Qigong. Even if you are not a Confucian practitioner, you can still use it. You should fully appreciate the effect of Wenfeng. When you have achieved success in your cultivation in the future, you will be allowed to come to this mountain at any time to absorb the wind of Songtao here."

Ning Zhuo immediately showed a look of joy and thanked him again.

"Okay, you can go back now." Song Taosheng waved his sleeves and sent the guests away.

The second and third place Confucian cultivators immediately showed disappointment. They were still holding on to a fluke mentality, expecting that the top three would get rewards.

However, there are also many small-scale trials of Xingyun where the winner takes all.

The crowd passed through the gate of the Confucian Temple and poured out of the temple.

Some people left immediately, while others approached Ning Zhuo and greeted him proactively.

It is better to welcome everyone who comes, smile and make friends.

After busying himself for a while, Ning Zhuo saw that Bai Jiyun, Liu Fushu and Kong Ran had been waiting for him, so he happily joined them.

Bai Jiyun was a calm and composed person. He smiled and praised directly, "Fellow Daoist Ning's determination is admirable!"

Liu Fushu was also convinced of his defeat this time. He nodded and reminded Ning Zhuo with envy, "From what I've seen, Fellow Daoist Ning Zhuo, you've already won first place in two Xingyun Trials. If you win first place in another one, you can go to the registration office and exchange it for another identity token."

Bai Jiyun nodded and added, "This needs to be done as soon as possible. The entire Wanxiang Sect is watching. If Brother Ning can exchange for the stone tablet at this time, he will be able to make a name for himself."

Kong Ran: "I heard that Situ Xing has won first place three times and has a stone plaque."

"Brother Ning, if you work hard, you still have a chance."

"But we need to pay attention to the time. As time goes on, more people will get the stone tablets, and it will no longer be surprising or prominent."

According to Wanxiang Sect's rules, during the Xingyun Trial, a cultivator's identity cards would be constantly updated. From wooden to stone, from bronze to iron, from silver to gold, and finally to jade... Each level of identity card represented Wanxiang Sect's affirmation of the cultivator's present and future.

"Okay, I'll try my best!" Ning Zhuo nodded.

He couldn't help but ask himself: Should I show my talent now?

Others thought that he had to work hard to win, but Ning Zhuo knew his own strength and it was not difficult for him to win the first place.

"The question is, is it appropriate for me to stand out now?"

Ning Zhuo is also keeping an eye on the latest information.

Currently, several monks have exchanged for stone tablets, and Situ Xing is indeed one of them.

"The Confucianists probably hope that I can get the stone tablet."

"But in my opinion, Chen Xi, Lin Jinglong and the like didn't really exert their strength, but let Situ Xing show himself first."

"Is it really okay for me to show my face now? What will I lose, and what will I gain?"

Ning Zhuo pondered this question all the way.

He didn't figure it out until he returned to the Bluestone Cave Mansion.

Ning Zhuo himself knew the reason: "I have no idea about the specific situation of the Wanxiang Sect. I'm new here and I haven't figured out many things yet. I've even encountered a real high-ranking official before."

The big-headed boy had only been to the Immortal City before, and this was his first time participating in such a super sect. Especially since the Wanxiang Sect was the largest among the many super sects.

The Confucian group was secretly supporting Ning Zhuo, but they were only middle-level members and were deliberately keeping a safe distance from him. Close communication was impossible.

Qing Huangzi is a casual cultivator at the Jindan level. In Ning Zhuo's opinion, his status should be similar to that of his mother Meng Yaoyin when she was alive.

Wen Runyu is a Confucian cultivator who has been stationed outside for many years, and he is now under house arrest.

As an important member of the Zhuxie Hall, Yang Sanyan may have a thorough understanding of the sect's internal affairs, but he is still in the Baizhi Immortal City.

"My mother had a good friend when she was alive. She left a message in the jade slip, asking me to seek help."

Ning Zhuo thought of this line again.

But if you approach rashly now, you will only bring trouble upon yourself.

The reason here is still in Baizhi Fairy City.

Following Wen Runyu's report, the top leaders of the Wanxiang Sect must have a deep understanding of the current situation of Baizhi Immortal City, and they already knew the huge influence of Meng Yaoyin in the Immortal City.

Now, Ning Zhuo appears as Meng Yaoyin's son and approaches others, which can easily arouse suspicion and vigilance.

This is all such a coincidence!

Ning Zhuo put himself in his shoes. If he were facing the son of an old friend, the first thing he would think of would be - which senior executive had such evil ideas and wanted to use this as an entry point to gamble on the huge interests of Baizhi Xiancheng?

Since he couldn't grasp these things, Ning Zhuo had no choice but to let them go.

"In the final analysis, being strong yourself is the most practical thing."

"We need to improve our cultivation!"

"If I become a Golden Core, no, even if I'm in the late Foundation Establishment stage, I'll be able to handle things more calmly than I am now."

Ning Zhuo's cultivation is currently stuck at the Demonic Blood-Stained Tendon Technique.

He had learned the hard work of hanging his head on the beam and piercing his thigh with an awl, and now he also got bitter ink. He couldn't wait to return to the cave, just to try to study the Magic Blood-Stained Tendon Technique and strive for a breakthrough!

A moment later.

In the martial arts performance formation space, Ning Zhuo sat alone.

He held a jade slip in his hand, and the content inside was exactly the "Devilish Blood-Stained Tendon Technique".

Supernatural power—life hangs by a thread!

"Boss, I need your help." Ning Zhuo contacted Sun Lingtong in Shuyuzhai.

Sun Lingtong had been comprehending the water vortex formation and had made considerable progress. Since Ning Zhuo had asked for help, he naturally offered his full assistance.

Blessed by the pages of the Taoist Luoshu!

"Huh..." Ning Zhuo took a deep breath, without any hesitation in his eyes.

Hang your head on the beam and prick your thigh with a needle!

The hemp rope rose straight up into the sky. Although there was no beam, it was only coiled into a few circles in the air. The other end tightly bound Ning Zhuo's hair and was still effective.

The wooden spike pierced his thigh, and a clear and sharp pain was felt instantly.

Fatigue disappears, all distracting thoughts are gone!

Ning Zhuo picked up the brush with his other hand, dipped it in bitter ink, and began to copy.

The endless bitterness, like the water of a long river, poured into his dantian above his sea of ​​consciousness, bringing Ning Zhuo heavy pressure.

Ning Zhuo's pen struggled to outline the paths of blood and qi circulation, the points of fascia coagulation, and the illustrations of the complex changes of erosion and pollution described in the exercises.

With the help of bitter ink, pictorial brush, hanging head on the beam and piercing thigh with awl, Ning Zhuo's learning ability soared several times.

Under the influence of Luoshu, all the reasonings are in the right direction.

"Huh?!" As many of the past problems were solved, Ning Zhuo did not look happy. Instead, he showed a look of surprise and heaviness.

In his previous understanding, "The Devil's Blood-Stained Tendon Technique" was about condensing blood and strengthening one's body, and was good at interfering with and confining the power of others, with rough and direct means.

But now, he suddenly realized that it was as mysterious as the abyss!

The "coagulation" of blood, qi and fascia is not a simple accumulation, its internal structure is actually very sophisticated!

Different fascia interweaving methods, such as spiral, layered, and spider web, have different effects on force transmission, speed burst, defensive toughness, and even erosion efficiency, which vary from person to person and vary greatly!

With the influence of Luoshu, Ning Zhuo deduced the mathematical relationships of various fascia interwoven structures, which made him dizzy and deeply impressed by its complexity!

The blood, qi, and fascia within one's own body are so complex. How much more complex would it be on someone else's body?

"This is definitely not the work of brute force. It is actually a collection of exquisite blood and energy talisman formations."

Luoshu helped Ning Zhuo to deduce more deeply. The latter seemed to see a huge and profound maze of knowledge slowly unfolding before his eyes.

Puff, puff...

Ning Zhuo's arms moved mechanically, repeatedly stabbing the wooden spike into his legs.

Blood was flowing everywhere, forming a pool on the ground.

The hemp rope made my hair creak.

Ning Zhuo infused the jade slip with his spiritual consciousness, and with his other hand, he held the pictorial brush and wrote slowly, as if the tip of the brush was carrying a thousand-pound weight.

His face grew paler and paler, and he was covered in sweat.

He knew that he had reached his limit, but the road of deduction and learning was still endless, with no sign of the end.

"I still want to learn more..."

Just when Ning Zhuo was about to break his mind and interrupt his studies, a cool and warm air came from outside to inside, permeating his body and mind.

Ning Zhuo's face showed surprise, and he realized that the source was the literary style lingering around him.

The literary style was consumed and transformed into wisps of literary energy, like a spiritual spring caressing the dry and anxious sea of ​​​​consciousness, quickly calming the mental confusion and burning anxiety caused by excessive deduction.

After half a cup of tea, Ning Zhuo paused with his pen. The last stroke seemed extremely difficult, but he finally completed the outline.

Ning Zhuo slowly put down his pen, his face as pale as paper. A rare wave of intense weakness washed over him, and physical pain mingled with it. A dark gloom filled his upper dantian, a lingering sense of endless bitterness.

Ning Zhuo's eyes were dull. He closed them for a moment, then slowly opened them, forcing himself to suppress sleepiness. Only then did a glimmer of light appear in his eyes.

Looking at the jade slip floating in front of him, Ning Zhuo's face showed solemnity.

"The depth of this skill is far beyond what I previously imagined!"

He originally thought that the complexity of the Demonic Blood-Stained Tendon Technique, the Mirror Table Spiritual Communication Technique, and the Five Elements Qi Law Technique were similar.

But this groundbreaking research directly overturned his old cognition.

"The Devil's Blood-Stained Tendon Technique may appear simple and crude, but in reality, it's all an illusion. This technique is extremely complex and subtle, designing the essence of blood and qi, the vast structure of interwoven fascia, the infection of qi and blood, and even the secrets of the evolution of flesh and blood... It's definitely not something that can be achieved overnight."

Ning Zhuo couldn't help but look up and sigh, "No wonder I've been making slow progress in my magic skills before."

"The biggest reason is actually that this technique is quite complex, far exceeding the other two techniques."

This discovery undoubtedly disrupted Ning Zhuo's plans.

"Don't think about it for now." His condition hasn't been this bad for a while.

After just a brief review, I felt a strong sense of fatigue again, and a strong sleepiness kept coming over me. The thoughts in my dantian on the sea of ​​consciousness became rarer and more difficult to generate.

Just as Ning Zhuo fell into a deep sleep, Ban Ji was furious in the cave.

He just learned that Ning Zhuo once again won the first place in a Xingyun test.

"What on earth do you four do for a living?"

"You took my huge sum of money, but you don't work?"

"Let Ning Zhuo make such a big fuss and win first place again?"

"He's already won first place twice, twice! He's only one more away from winning the stone medal."

Ban Ji used a secret method of communication to directly rebuke the four demon cultivators.

The demon cultivators were all silent for a while.

They are indeed in the wrong.

Of course, they valued Ban Ji's personal combat prowess and family background more. So, after letting Ban Ji vent his anger, someone finally responded.

The rust craftsman responded in a muffled voice. He was actively investigating for more information about Ning Zhuo, and had already spent half of the huge sum of money he had received from Ban Ji.

The nonsense monk said that he had been provoking Ning Zhuo, but the latter did not respond.

Liu Qingyan said that she had been disguising herself and following Ning Zhuo. She also witnessed Ning Zhuo climbing the mountain, participating in the Xingyun test in the Confucian Temple, and finally winning and leaving.

"So, Madam Pansi, what do you say?" Ban Ji's anger dissipated a little.

Lady Pan Si did not respond.

Ban Ji shouted a few times, but Lady Pan Si remained silent. This made Ban Ji even more furious, and he started smashing things around in the cave again.

This is the disadvantage of practicing magic. Your emotions will fluctuate greatly, and you need to focus on venting them.

Being able to vent is actually a good thing.

Ban Ji practiced magic and accumulated a lot of experience. With the help of venting, he gradually calmed down his mood: "The task of restraining Ning Zhuo can only be done by the four demons."

"I must not let anger get the better of me, but focus on my goals!"

Ban Ji's next target had already been decided, and that was Che Zhuzi, a demon cultivator who had a mobile phone lock technique.

In previous years, he would hold his own Xingyun test, which included content on mechanical engineering.

His real intention was actually to promote his own Void Spider Silk.

Refining this precious material can allow the threads that control mechanical creations to penetrate the void and focus elsewhere. This is extremely practical for controlling mechanical creations!

"If I had this kind of thread, the range of my control mechanism would increase by more than twenty times. Moreover, the thread can penetrate the void and can largely avoid being hit and destroyed."

When Ban Ji was daydreaming, the voice of Pan Si Niangzi finally came.

The latter said excitedly and proudly: "Ban Ji, what can you expect from others? Let me tell you, I have made great progress!"

"This time, I successfully seduced a Wanxiang Sect's mechanical cultivator."

"In previous years, he would hold small Xingyun trials related to mechanical engineering. His manipulation of silk threads was so impressive that he could even penetrate space."

"I suspect that big-headed boy will definitely take the bait. Then, I can use Xingyun's small test to embarrass him."

Benji: ...

The more he listened, the stronger the feeling of unease grew.

He moved his lips a few times, but finally, hoping for a lucky break, he asked, "Who is the person you seduced?"

Lady Pansi: "Oh, his name is Che Zhuzi."

Ban Ji’s eyes suddenly went dark, his body staggered, and he almost fell to the ground!

(End of this chapter)