It was already late at night, Ning Que got off the carriage. Lu Qingchen lifted up the cloth curtain on the carriage, looked at the boy's back, and listened to the faint sound of the frontier songs that came from the fields at night, with a smile on his face.

Being a practitioner who has entered the realm of Cave Xuan, even if he only crosses the high threshold with one foot, it is enough for them to be highly respected in any country or city, and they do not need to deal with ordinary people at all. Master Mind needs more time to meditate and cultivate meditation, so Lu Qingchen's time can be described as time is like gold.

But he was still willing to spend one or two nights or more chatting with Ning Que and talking about things that seemed trivial and meaningless because he really liked Ning Que very much - he liked the calmness and self-reliance hidden under the gentle and immature appearance of a young man, and the heroic spirit that occasionally burst out like that moment before - heroic, magnificent, self-reliance and calmness are the most praised quality of the Tang people, and the old man Lu Qingchen was a native Tang people.

What he told Ning Que tonight was all the introductory courses at the South Gate of Haotian Dao. Although it is not a secret that cannot be passed down, it is true that ordinary people cannot know the rules of the sect, but he still said it just because he believed in one thing:

"I always feel that you will become an amazing practitioner in the future."

Even though he knew that Ning Que Qi was not clear, it was impossible to practice, but the old man had no reason and no reason. He just felt that this young man could embark on the path he was struggling to walk, and he hoped that this young man could walk more steadily and further than him.

The old man looked at the back of the boy who was getting smaller and blurred outside the window and murmured to himself: "Diet death is coming, and he has just begun to be arrogant and blindly follow his intuition. Perhaps... this is the revelation that Haotian gave to me."

Back to the simple camp, Sangsang had already returned. Ning Que asked the princess what she called her to do. If nothing unexpected happened, he got an answer that was unclear and missing memory. He had long been used to his little maid's laziness in using his brain. He laughed and scolded him a few times and drank several cups, and then washed and went to bed.

On the second day, the convoy continued to head south towards the capital Chang'an under the escort of hundreds of cavalrymen. However, the days between Ning Que and his servant became no longer as boring and boring as they did in the past few days.

Before night time, the old man Lu Qingchen would call Ning Que to get on his carriage and chat with him. His princess also often summoned Sangsang to be his companion. Fortunately, Peng Guotao sent guards to drive the simple carriage, otherwise Ning Que would have to be forced to play a trick without a driver.

During the chat in the carriage, Ning Que learned more about practice knowledge, such as various ways for practitioners to control the vital energy of heaven and earth with their minds, such as practitioners can strengthen their connection with heaven and earth through certain special items, and how the swordsman uses his mind to compress the vital energy into an invisible rope, and then bind the thin and sharp handleless flying sword.

There are no very strict standards for special items that enhance the connection between practitioners and heaven and earth. Haotiandao often uses whisk wood swords, Buddhism often uses rosary wood fish, and as for talisman paper flying swords, it is a very common standard equipment. It is relatively rare that some great practitioners will use strange things such as pen and ink staff.

"Using the power of mind to seal the heaven and earth's vitality into the talisman paper, this is the talisman master; enclosing the energy of heaven and earth in the formation is the formation master; condensing the energy of heaven and earth in the sword is the sword master; using the power of mind to directly mobilize the energy of heaven and earth, this is the talisman master; with..."

Old man Lu Qingchen held a cup of tea and leaned against the car window and spoke slowly.

"Hey hey hey, aren't you telling a joke? Then what kind of division should you call if you seal the energy of heaven and earth in the toilet and fight? Master Ma or bucket master?"

After chatting for a long time, the two old and young naturally became familiar. Ning Que gradually showed his lazy and rude side, biting a brush dipped in ink, waving his right arm, expressing his strong doubts.

The old man put down the teacup and glared at the young man and scolded: "Agreement has been made, do you understand what it means to be made? It has been called thousands or tens of thousands of years. What's the problem? The achievement of customs is to be easy to remember, and don't get sour! "

"Okay." Ning Que returned home in the face of the thickness of time represented by tens of thousands of years. He hung his wrists in the shaking carriage. The thick and black pen tip quickly moved the hook on the snow-like rice paper, taking notes.

"As for the fighting methods of practitioners, sword masters use it is called swordsmanship, and talismans use it is called talismanship. Of course, the lyricist who is a great practitioner who enters the realm of knowing one's life, it is difficult to distinguish it in detail. I have heard that some of the elders of the previous generation of masters practiced divine arts, but it is unknown what the specific one is."

"These names... are not grand enough." Ning Que's expression was a little stiff. He bit the tail of the brush holder, looked at the old man in ambiguous manner and said, "It feels like it can be called a mage, and they all use it as a spell."

The old man's white eyebrows were frowning very tightly, and he looked at him sternly and said, "What is the answer to the word "Does it be?"

Ning Que retreated again and spread his hands to show his innocence.

"In addition to the above-mentioned various types of practitioners, the most common practitioners in the world are warriors. Their perception of the vital energy of heaven and earth is not as good as other sects, but they are also extremely powerful in terms of combat power. When fighting, warriors can spread the vital energy of heaven and earth all over their bodies, just like putting a layer of heavy armor from head to toe. When practicing on weekdays, they will mobilize the vital energy of heaven and earth to stimulate their skin and flesh, thereby creating a body of steel and iron bones."

"The giant man with a yellow luster at the intersection of Beishan Road is a warrior?"

"Yes, but that person's realm is not too high. For example, the four generals of the Tang Empire are all the top warriors in the world. Even if the arrow cluster can pierce the armor on their bodies, it cannot pierce the body protection energy on their bodies. Even if the arrow tip penetrates the body protection energy at all, it may not cause any damage to their iron-cast bodies. Facing such a strong man, no matter how good your archery technique is, it is useless."

Hearing these words, the words Xiahou naturally appeared in Ning Que's mind. He lowered his head and copied the notes calmly, while his mind kept thinking about how to deal with such a strong man.

"Choose to close the distance and fight these strong men in close combat, which is even more of a death. Although your strength is good, compared to them, you are like a field mouse and a lion. You can't shake them at all with all your strength, and they can just twitch your neck with just a slight tying of fingers."

"If you attach your vitality to the arrow... how can it be lethal to the warrior?" Ning Que suddenly looked up and asked seriously.

The old man pondered for a moment and shook his head slowly: "There are very few practitioners who try to attach the energy of heaven and earth to the arrows. Because arrows are different from flying swords, they must be very light in order to ensure speed and mass, so they are easily disturbed by natural induction and cannot engrave talismans on them. The attached energy dissipates too quickly... Of course, if someone can solve the problem of dissipation of the energy, this feather arrow is undoubtedly a terrible long-range attack method."

I would rather think.
Chapter completed!