Fantasy: My skills are all passive

That sense of powerlessness gave Fan Jian an extremely terrifying feeling.

But after a while, Fan Jian felt that his body was gradually growing, and he could gradually make normal voices.

He immediately cursed.

"You old cow-nosed! Playing mysteries! The dung ball is painted with white paint, why are you pretending to be a big clove of garlic? If you have the ability to come out! I can't kill you, sir!"

But cursing and cursing, Fan Jian felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier, the skin on his body gradually became loose, and his voice gradually became old.

This feeling of watching myself grow old is another kind of strange fear welling up in my heart.

"It's over! Life is a disaster, life is a disaster, and the next thing is death, isn't it?"

Before Fan Jian's shock was over, he felt that his body's functions were gradually deteriorating, and a sense of powerlessness filled his whole body, and he even lost the strength to raise his hands and stand.

In a blink of an eye, even the pasta began to become blurred, and everything in front of him began to become dim, and finally he closed his eyes and died like this.

"hiss!"

After an unknown amount of time, Fan Jian suddenly opened his eyes, checked his body quickly, and was relieved when he found that there was no problem.

"Now you know who I am?"

I saw the old man's back in front of his eyes. He sat cross-legged on the ground and said with his back to Fan Jian.

Fan Jian scratched his head, floated over, sat cross-legged beside him and said, "Got it."

"You are my uncle!"

The old man turned his head and glanced at Fan Jian, then shook his head and said, "You can't teach a child!"

"Heaven is the father, and the earth is the mother. You are the way of heaven in the world of spiritual cultivation, what is it if you are not a master?" Fan Jian said with a sneer.

The old Taoist smiled and shook his head when he heard the words, and said: "Yes, but it's not true! The way of heaven is imaginary, but I am real. If I really want to say it, I created the way of heaven in the world of spiritual cultivation!"

Fan Jian smiled and said, "Then you are the master of heaven!"

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Fan Jian thought for a while and asked, "Then are you still alive?"

Hearing the words, the old Taoist looked at Fan Jian with some amusement and said, "Why do you ask that?"

Fan Jian shrugged his shoulders and said: "Guess, you big guys hide everything, which has given me a good habit of thinking and using my brain.

Now the catastrophe in the world of spiritual cultivation is no longer controlled by you. From what you said and done just now, we can see that you have quite deep feelings for the world of spiritual cultivation. If there were no accidents, you would not entrust such an important task to the world. give others.

You created the heaven and earth rules in the world of spiritual cultivation, this kind of power must be a threat to some people, so they will definitely do their best to get rid of you.

So from my guess, you should be dead, and what I saw may be just a wisp of your divine thoughts. "

The old Taoist looked at Fan Jian in shock. After a while, he said in a deep voice, "Even if you missed it, it's not far away! I just want to remind you that you know a lot of things, but you must not talk about them outside, otherwise Otherwise, you will be miserable!"

Fan Jian nodded and said, "I understand!"

The old Taoist nodded and said: "Tiandao strategy is the way of life, creation, destruction and dissolution. The important thing is in a word of enlightenment. Now I have planted the seeds for you. Whether it can grow into a towering tree depends on you." own!

Remember one sentence:

Life and life are complicated, and death and death continue to come and go.Knowing the principle of life and death, the world is a dust. "

As soon as the words fell, the old Taoist priest gradually disappeared, leaving only a thumb-sized ball of light. Uncle Guang flew towards Fan Jian's right hand and went straight into it.

In an instant, Fan Jian came out of the confused environment and looked around, but the surroundings were still dark, and he didn't know how long it had passed.

And there was no change in his body, as if nothing had happened.

Fan Jian was speechless for a moment.

This day, Dao Ce can see that it should be a practice related to the rules of birth and death, but without any cultivation methods, it is very confusing.

Is there any difference between practicing and not practicing?
Even destroyed a jade slip...

The more Fan Jian thought about it, the more angry he became, and with a wave of his hand, he threw the jade slip out.

But it didn't matter if he threw it, he saw a white force rushing into the jade slip, and the jade slip began to melt, turning into two balls, one black and one white.

Fan Jian was taken aback when he saw this, and raised his hand to hold the two balls in his hand.

I saw that the ball was about the size of a nectarine, but it was extremely heavy to handle. It is conservatively estimated that the two balls weigh at least a few hundred catties each.

It feels like jade and stone, smooth and delicate.

Fan Jian held it in his hand, and immediately thought of the exercise ball that the elderly often carry in their hands.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously circled twice.

I felt that two gusts of air, one cold and one hot, suddenly came from the iron ball, pouring into it along Fan Jian's palm.

Fan Jian only felt that there was a force gathering in the palm of his hand, and he was shocked immediately.

Sure enough, it was brought to the plate!
wrong!Sure enough, it was used for practicing!
After fanning for a while, Fan Jian felt that the alternation of hot and cold between the two iron balls became more and more obvious. One of them was as hot as carbon fire, while the other was as cold as ice.

As the number of laps increased, the quality of the iron ball became more and more obvious. After hundreds of laps, Fan Jian even noticed that his hands were a little sore.

Fan Jian felt the strength in the palm of his hand becoming more and more obvious. He immediately stopped the ball in his hand and waved his hand towards the open space.

Nothing happened.

"Could it be that the posture is wrong? Or, what formula should I cooperate with?"

Fan Jian scratched his head and waved his hand again, this time using the Dao Dharma mudra in the True Flow of Buddhism and Dao.

"Pro!"

"Soldiers! Fight! All march forward!"

"Infinite Heavenly Venerate!"

"Turtle School Qigong!"

"Spirit pill!"

"Solution!"

"Go to hell!"

Fan Jian rolled his eyes and shook his hands angrily.

Kong has a whole body of magic power, but he can't use it if he doesn't have the method to exercise his skills!
Play shit!
Fan Jian picked up the ball and was about to throw it out, but after thinking about it, he put it away and used it as a fitness ball!
After tossing around for most of the night, fortunately, it is not without any gains, at least the cultivation base has improved a lot.

In the past few days, it seems that Yun Ling Dan has been treated as jelly beans.

Fan Jian sighed, turned and walked back to the house.

I saw that little girl Ye Qingqing woke up at some point, sitting at the table with a pile of empty wine bottles in front of her. This was the slightly higher alcohol that Fan Jian gave her. Judging by her appearance, it was obvious that she had already drank it. A lot, and a little drunk.

"What are you doing? Why are you drinking?" Fan Jian asked in surprise.

"It's not drunk." Ye Qingqing blushed and said drunkenly.

"I'm practicing. I can't leave all the pressure on Brother Jian alone! Hiccup!"

Fan Jian couldn't help but help her to the bed and said:
"Hurry up and go to sleep, you can also drink Ziyun Qinglu wine when practicing!"

"It's too precious, I don't want to drink it..."

Ye Qingqing said, looking at Fan Jian with two big eyes, biting her lip.

"Brother Jian, I want..."

"puff!"

Fan Jian was speechless for a moment, swallowed, and said in embarrassment.

"You put your black gloves on..."