Simulation of all things: starting with copper skin and iron bones

"Speaking of which, the reason why I was able to defeat Dong Xukun at the king blood level was because the martial art I used was the "Six Ice Emperor Jue"!"

Wei An couldn't help but didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Chu Gaoge babbled in front of him for a long time, and the "artistic conception" elicited, in fact, Wei An had already applied it in actual combat.

That's right, when he defeated Dong Xukun, Wei An was just a mortal warrior.

The king's blood level was defeated by the sword intent!

Before Chu Gaoge finished speaking, he continued: "Master Zhang, you are already a master of calligraphy, which means that you have touched the threshold of artistic conception to a certain extent, and you may even have mastered a certain artistic conception."

"No matter where you are now, when you realize a certain artistic conception, you can stick to it and continue to sharpen and strengthen that artistic conception until it transforms."

Wei An asked: "After the spiritual transformation, what will happen?"

Chu Gaoge said with a smile: "We have discovered that the spirit can undergo three transformations, the first is called 'Shi Jie', the second is called '卍 Jie', and the third is called 'Bing Jie'."

Begin to solve!

Swallow solution!

Butcher's knife!

When Wei An got the butcher's knife, he saw these unique nouns, but he didn't understand what they meant.

I didn't expect it to be...

Chu Gaoge introduced himself: "Shijie is the first transformation of the spirit. After you start to understand, your spiritual power will be greatly improved, and you can use spiritual power to strengthen yourself, or a certain item, such as a sword, etc. weapon.

The strengthened sword will burst out with more powerful power, which may be three times, ten times, dozens of times, or even hundreds of times the increase;

If the item being strengthened is a treasure, hehe, it will be even more terrifying. "

Hearing this, Wei An didn't doubt it, but interrupted: "Such terrifying power, it's impossible to have no price, right?"

Chu Gaoge was silent, nodded and said: "Of course there is a price. Casting the initial solution once will cause a huge mental burden, which will cause blood deficiency, listlessness and other side effects, and life expectancy is certain."

Wei An said in his heart that it was true.

Chu Gaoge continued to introduce: "Swastika is an upgraded version of Shijie, which will bring about a greater increase in strength, but correspondingly, the cost will be greater, ranging from life loss to organ failure and death."

"As for Bingjie, as the name suggests, you will gain unprecedented power, but the price is that you will lose everything and die.

A person can only use military solution once in a lifetime.Of course, the premise is that you can practice it. "

Wei An quickly understood.

Even if a martial artist of the spiritual cultivation department can defeat the highest bloodline, it may be useless after one or two victories.

But the supreme blood can last forever!

From this level, they actually did not defeat the Supreme Bloodline in the true sense.

Moreover, the threshold for spiritual cultivation is too high to be popularized.

No wonder the bloodline family can't tolerate a Ten Thousand Snake King, but they can tolerate the entire Confucian system.

Those scholars of Confucianism can't resist the blood family in the end, they can only work for them.

Just when Wei An wanted to ask some doubts, the voice of a young maid suddenly came from outside the door.

"Master Zhang, the banquet has begun, please go to the banquet."

Wei An tilted his head to look out the window, and before he knew it, the sunset was dusk, the night was rising, and fireflies were flying all over the sky.

"Chu Caizi, let's go together."

Wei An stood up unhurriedly.

"Okay, let's go together." Chu Gaoge readily agreed.

He came to pay a visit to Wei An just now. In fact, he originally wanted to ask Wei An for calligraphy lessons, but for some reason, the topic suddenly turned to spiritual cultivation, and he forgot the real business.

The two walked out the door.

Wei An turned his head and happened to see a monk, a Taoist priest, and an alcoholic.

Almost at the same time, Ru Hua, Xu Gengdao, and Shen Wusong also cast their eyes on him.

"Zhang has met three of them."

Wei Anlue pondered for a moment, then nodded in courtesy.

Ruhua, whose right hand was mutilated, nodded with a smile, Xu Gengdao took a deep look at Wei An, as if very surprised.

Shen Wusong was so drunk that he didn't look straight at people, as if he didn't remember Wei An at all.

Wei An looked around, looked at the young maidservant and asked, "I remember there is another girl named Zhao Xiu, where is she?"

The young maid lowered her head, her face blushed, and said in a low voice, "Miss Zhao has brought sunflower water, her stomach hurts, and she should go to bed early tonight."

"Uh……"

Wei An walked away without saying a word.

"Haha, interesting."

With his hands behind his back, Chu Gaoge smiled from ear to ear.

After the two walked away, Xu Gengdao said: "Zhang Sanqiao, I didn't expect to meet him here. Hmph, he is the only person sent by the huge Pantian Sect to celebrate his birthday? Can't find anyone else?"

Ruhua remained silent, and replied: "This Mr. Zhang, looks ordinary on the surface, but in fact has thousands of gullies in his chest, his calligraphy level is higher than you and me, but you and I have never paid attention to him before, so we should be underestimating him. "

Hearing this, Xu Gengdao curled his lips and said, "It's just a skill."

"..."

After Ruhua heard this, what else could she say, so she just walked forward in suspense.

At this moment, Shen Wusong walked up to Xu Gengdao, hiccupped and said, "I said earlier that the biggest problem with you is that you are too jealous. Not only is Zhang Sanqiao more handsome than you, but his calligraphy is also better than yours." Okay, are you angry or not?"

"you……"

Xu Gengdao rolled his eyes and walked forward quickly.

Led by the young maidservant, a group of people came to an open hall.

Looking around, there are hundreds of wine tables in the hall, and each wine table is full of people.

Wei An didn't know them, he only recognized the skinny old man who entered the castle before him.

"This way, please." The young maid smiled and led the way, unexpectedly bringing Wei An and others to the main seat.

Wei An randomly chose a seat and sat down, and the others followed suit.

The table is full of delicacies and delicacies, and the aroma is tangy, which makes people salivate.

But the master hasn't shown up yet, so everyone is not quick to act fast.

"Yeah, delicious, delicious!"

At the other wine table, the skinny old man had already picked up the tauzi, gorged himself on it, and while he was eating, he simply threw away the tauzi and grabbed a roast chicken with his hand and gnawed it, completely as if no one was there.

Seeing this, the people at the same table all showed disgust on their faces, they got up and left the table one after another, unwilling to be at the same table with him.

After a while, an old man in a white robe walked into the hall, with gray hair and slender white eyebrows.

The crowd all stood up in a clatter.

No need to guess, this old man is the old patriarch of the Gusu clan, Gusu Zhongqi!

"Everyone, please sit down."

Gusu Zhongqi's voice was resonant, he smiled and bowed to everyone, and came to the main seat.

He picked up the wine glass and said in a loud voice: "The birthday banquet will be held the day after tomorrow. Tonight is just a casual meal. Please don't be too polite. Eat and drink well. Come, I will offer you a toast."

"Old patriarch please!"

Everyone raised their glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

Afterwards, everyone was no longer polite, and it was time to eat and drink.

Gusu Zhongqi looked at Wei An and the others, put down his wine glass and said, "Everyone, I still have some things to attend to, so I won't accompany you for dinner, please forgive me."

"The old patriarch is polite."

Naturally, Wei An and the others couldn't say anything, so they watched Gusu Zhong Qi leave the banquet, and then they ate and drank separately.

"Don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep."

Chu Gaoge said something softly, and then began to eat, without saying a word from the beginning to the end.

Ru Hua sat beside Wei An, Wei An took the opportunity to chat with him, and sincerely praised: "I didn't expect Buddha to lose his dominant hand and only write with his left hand. His calligraphy is still so high. Zhang admires him so much."

Ruhua smiled, and continued: "Young master Zhang is too well-known. Because the young monk was very naughty when he was young, he was often punished by his master to copy scriptures with his left hand. Only then did he learn some calligraphy."

Wei An understood it, and casually mentioned: "I heard that Shen Turong's arm was bitten off by the pet of Weiyang Princess. He has done too many bad things, and he will get the retribution of this world."

Ruhua's eyes flashed, and she said calmly: "It's hard to say whether he has obtained the reward of this world, but his arm may not be bitten off by Princess Weiyang's spiritual pet."

"Oh?"

Wei An raised his eyebrows, "Speaking of which, I also feel that this matter is weird. After all, Shen Turong is also a master whose strength is around the third rank. How could he be so careless?"

159 Yuanlong Bloodline! !

Ruhua said calmly: "As far as I know, although Princess Weiyang lives in Wangcheng, her spiritual pet has been raised in Weiyang County and has not been brought to Wangcheng."

Wei An's complexion changed slightly, and he pondered: "So, Shen Turong lost an arm, and there is something else hidden."

Ruhua took a sip of tea lightly, recalling the taste: "I don't know what the secret is, but King Liang, Princess Weiyang and others all helped Shen Turong conceal the truth, which is extremely puzzling."

Hearing this, Wei An was thoughtful.

Before I knew it, after dinner was finished, the banquet was dispersed and everyone went back to rest.

"Master Zhang, I'm going to visit some old friends, you should go back first."

Chu Gaoge came over, greeted with a smile, and walked away in another direction.

Wei An had nothing to do, he glanced at Ru Hua and the others, and they also dispersed to visit or make some friends.

Soon he was the only one left in the group.

Wei An didn't have any friends here, and he didn't want to meet strangers rashly, so he walked back slowly.

"Old corner, get out!"

"Go away, don't come near us."

On the way, when Wei An passed by a courtyard, he suddenly saw seven or eight people, and together they drove a skinny old man out of the courtyard.

That skinny old man was the one who occupied a table at the banquet, eating and drinking.

Presumably his words and deeds were too outrageous and nondescript, which made other people very unhappy.

"Old stuff, it's degrading, you are not worthy of being a scholar."

A young man was furious, and with both hands, he pushed the skinny old man to the ground.

"Hey!"

The skinny old man fell on his ass, rolled all over the floor, and shouted: "Beat someone, beat someone! You bully the old man, I will definitely sue you, make you lose money, and make you go bankrupt!"

"Bah, old man, you have lost the face of us scholars. Don't let me not see it in the future, or I will see it and hit it once."

The young man who pushed him was still puzzled, and after a few words of anger, he turned and walked away.

Boom!

The gate of the other courtyard was closed.

Seeing this, the skinny old man got up slowly, patted his buttocks, picked his nostrils and said: "You look down on me, and I look down on you too!"

He turned around, just in time to see Wei An approaching, he said with a smile: "My friend, which other courtyard do you live in, do you have a spare room?"

Wei An didn't want to pay attention to this old man at all.

however!

When the distance between him and the skinny old man reached ten meters, light spots suddenly appeared on the skinny old man, condensing into words.

[Mysterious old man: Yuanlong bloodline]

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