Chapter 128

But he noticed that the long-necked ghost from yesterday was mixed with some of them...

Cheng Hui had no intention of teaming up with them, and he didn't trust these people.

However, he noticed that the long-necked ghost from yesterday was mixed with some of them, and from the look of him, it seemed that they were discussing something?

After bypassing these people, Cheng Hui left the camp.

He had already inquired about the terrain nearby, and it didn't take long for him to reach the edge of the swamp.

The Daping Swamp is so large that there is naturally no so-called entrance. As far as the eye can see, there is a shimmering water surface and large areas of blue-black aquatic plants. These aquatic plants grow extremely densely, and their thin roots float on the water surface like the hair of a dead body.

Occasionally you can see some "roads" on the water surface, but their reliability is quite worrying. Maybe when you come back after two days of wandering around, the road will be gone.

The swamp is rainy, and the mud underneath is even somewhat fluid. There is no map here at all. As long as it rains, the entire swamp will change drastically.

To successfully leave the swamp, one can only rely on experience and...

"Divination?"

Cheng Hui listened to Uncle Gui's words with a confused look on his face.

"Yes, you heard me right. Leaving the Great Swamp depends on either luck or divination."

The corner of Cheng Hui's mouth twitched: "Is it okay to use divination to find the way?"

"What's wrong with that?" Uncle Gui looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Divination is something every cultivator understands. However, precisely because every cultivator should understand it, it's difficult to predict other people's actions. Unless you're truly proficient in the art of divination, finding a way shouldn't be a problem."

Cheng Hui thought about it and agreed. Since we are already practicing Taoism, we shouldn’t worry about whether it is scientific or not.

However, he had never thought that every cultivator knew divination.

"Not everyone understands. It should be said that cultivators absorb a large amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth through their practice, and naturally experience some connection with heaven and earth. The deeper the cultivation, the stronger the connection. Some cultivators with good talents will occasionally have a 'spur of the moment', which is a form of divination."

Cheng Hui nodded thoughtfully.

He entered the swamp. There wasn't much danger outside the swamp, but there wasn't much to gain either.

Uncle Gui asked him to hunt these weak monsters outside. He was a little confused at first, but after a battle he understood.

These monsters in the swamp are obviously different from those in the forest, especially because they live underwater all year round, with a lot of mud attached to their skin. Physical attacks can easily slip on the mud, and spells can also be easily deflected.

The first time Cheng Hui attacked, his target was a gecko. Its hind legs were very thick, but its front legs were very short. It was not big, only the size of a football, but it ran very fast and could even glide on the water. Cheng Hui was caught off guard and it escaped.

At that time, Uncle Gui was laughing so hard that he fell backwards, and Cheng Hui's face turned red with irritation. He had just said that he wanted to show Uncle Gui his skills, but less than three minutes after he said that, he was taught a lesson on the spot. It couldn't be more embarrassing.

"How about it? Now you know how powerful the animals in this swamp are." Uncle Gui asked with a smile on his face.

"I understand." Cheng Hui was a little embarrassed, but he didn't get angry. He was a novice in this area. Wasn't it normal for him to suffer some losses and experience some setbacks?

If Lin Qingyang were here, he might have told him in advance to avoid embarrassment, but Uncle Gui didn't care about his face, and he had no face in front of Uncle Gui.

Uh... Thinking about it this way, I suddenly feel that Lin Qingyang dotes on him...

Cheng Hui felt a little embarrassed. He was being spoiled by a child... so, a little embarrassed.

"What are you thinking about?" Uncle Ghost slapped him on the back of the head. "If you know you don't understand, then learn more. Why are you just daydreaming? Is that what your master taught you?"

Cheng Hui's mouth twitched. Aren't master-disciple relationships in the cultivation world all about free-range parenting? At least, that's how he saw Wuyouzi and Lin Qingyang. Usually, it was Senior Brother Zhang Yifan who guided Lin Qingyang in his cultivation.

It’s not that Wuyouzi is not dedicated, but his cultivation is too high and he is very busy every day. If he is asked to provide one-on-one tutoring like a tutor, not only Lin Qingyang but also Cheng Hui would feel a little awkward.

Another point is that Cheng Hui's cultivation level has improved too quickly, and Lin Qingyang has had many opportunities, so much so that he is still in seclusion in Cheng Hui's sea of ​​consciousness. When he comes out, maybe he can even reach the Golden Core stage.

For an ordinary cultivator, it would take at least twenty years to go from foundation building to golden elixir. If one could enter the golden elixir stage before the age of forty, he could be called a young talent.

Therefore, Cheng Hui is still very grateful to Uncle Gui, because what he is doing now is equivalent to a one-on-one private tutor. How much Cheng Hui can learn from him depends on how hard he works.

Seeing Cheng Hui's expression gradually becoming serious, Uncle Gui couldn't help but snort and hide the smile in his eyes.

As a once powerful person, his biggest regret was probably that he could not find a disciple that he liked.

There are people who want to become his disciple, and there are even many of them. Some cultivation families would rather pay a huge price to send their descendants to serve him. Is it just to please him?

Of course not!

They are all for his inheritance!

It's just that he didn't like any of the people they sent, and he didn't meet the right one later. And then... Never mind, let's not talk about what happened back then. In short, so far, although he has guided some people in their cultivation, it has never happened that he started from the most basic things like Cheng Hui did.

In the past, he always did what he wanted. Even though only a remnant of his soul is left now, he will not suppress his nature. He likes Cheng Hui and is willing to teach him. As for other people... let them stay where they want!

Cheng Hui saw another gecko. It seemed that all the creatures in this swamp were pitch black, with a thick layer of mud on their skin.

Cheng Hui didn't have any weapons just now. This time he took out a long sword. The sword was very ordinary and not a magic weapon. It could be called a magic weapon in the mortal world, but it was just so-so for a cultivator.

He rushed out like lightning. The lizard, which was originally basking in the sun leisurely, was suddenly attacked and reflexively curled up into a ball.

The blade of the long knife drew a line on the mud, and then slid aside. The lizard stretched out its body and ran for its life.

Cheng Hui: ...

Cheng Hui glared at his long sword with a look of disappointment. "You think you can call it a sword? I'm afraid it's just an unsharpened iron rod in disguise!"

Changdao: ...QAQ I feel wronged.

Cheng Hui leaped up and chased after it, relying on his extraordinary physique, chopping at it as he went. However, the lizard was really experienced. It moved like a snake and found a gap, then found a body of water and went in.

Cheng Hui stared blankly at the water. Uncle Gui had reminded him that in a large area like this, there was a high probability that a sawtooth crocodile was living there. He couldn't even deal with the lizard now, so wouldn't it be courting death to provoke the sawtooth crocodile?

Cheng Hui looked aggrieved and suffered a great blow.

Uncle Gui said slowly, "An increase in cultivation doesn't necessarily mean an increase in combat power. How is it? Have you gained any experience?"

"Yeah." Cheng Hui responded.

Uncle Gui nodded in satisfaction: "Very good, then let's study now."

"Okay!" Cheng Hui cheered up again. If he couldn't do it, he would practice. If he couldn't do it once, he would try twice. He still didn't believe that a mere lizard could stump him.

"First of all, your weapon is no good, the way you use the weapon is no good, and even your body movement is no good. I'm wondering, don't big sects like yours even teach basic body movement skills these days?" Uncle Gui couldn't help but complain.

Cheng Hui was stunned. If Uncle Gui hadn't told him, he would have almost forgotten that when he left the Corpse Puppet Sect, Wuyouzi stuffed a lot of things into Lin Qingyang's ring, and there seemed to be a few jade slips in it?

Before Lin Qingyang fell into a coma, he had handed his storage ring to Cheng Hui. Cheng Hui rummaged through it and found several jade slips.

He tried them one by one and found that these jade slips contained many secret manuals, including body techniques, magic techniques, and even some secret manuals for desperate fighting like the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique. It can be said that they were very comprehensive.

He touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.

As I said, their cultivation level improved too quickly and they hadn't caught up with many basic things. In fact, the best thing for them would be to find a quiet place to retreat and consolidate their foundation.

However, Cheng Hui felt that the current situation was not bad. The training he received with Uncle Gui was actually consolidating his foundation. He could also collect a lot of materials and make a small profit.

"Okay, since you have the skills, there is no need for me to show off. From now on, your good days are over. I will train you strictly. As long as I say you are not qualified, you must continue to practice. How about it? Can you accept it?" Uncle Gui looked at him quietly.

"No problem." Cheng Hui nodded.

Uncle Gui smiled and said, "I hope you can do what you say."

Cheng Hui said that he lacks everything except perseverance and persistence.

Then he regretted it the next day.

"Uncle Gui, what did you say? Did I hear it right?" Cheng Hui widened his eyes.

Uncle Gui glanced at him calmly and said, "You heard it right, so hurry up."

"This..." Cheng Hui was a little embarrassed.

Uncle Gui glared at him and said, "Why are you so hesitant, grown man? I'm asking you to take off your clothes, but I'm not going to kill you."

Cheng Hui roared inwardly: You mean stripping naked? I'm still a virgin after all... Bah! I'm still single, and it doesn't seem right that you're looking at my body, which my partner hasn't even seen!

Uncle Gui looked at him with disdain: "Alright, alright, are you still afraid of me looking at you? Hurry up, we are all men, you have nothing that I don't have!"

The corners of Cheng Hui's mouth twitched. Okay, Uncle Gui looks like a straight man, so there shouldn't be... any problem, right?

He silently took off his clothes and then took off his pants under Uncle Gui's contemptuous gaze.

"What is this?" Uncle Gui looked at his underwear curiously, then waved his hand: "It's not important, take it off quickly."

Cheng Hui shuddered inexplicably, and finally took off the last pair of underwear under Uncle Gui's gaze.

Uncle Gui glanced at him and curled his lips: "You little brat has good capital. You are at the level of my three-point shooting back then."

Cheng Hui looked down at his little brother, calculated the length of three times the size in his head, and then silently labeled Uncle Gui as a braggart.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and although the temperature was not low, Cheng Hui suddenly shivered.

It's strange, he seems to have forgotten something, and it seems to be something serious.

He was trying hard to think, when he suddenly heard Uncle Gui's scolding. "What are you daydreaming about? Go in quickly."

Cheng Hui quickly pulled himself together and did as he was told, completely forgetting the flash of inspiration that had just occurred to him.

"Let every inch of your skin be covered with mud. The thicker the better. This way you can estimate how much force you need to use to cut through the mud just right." Uncle Gui said.

The training began like this.

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