Among the 36 techniques of Mao Mountain, the Lightning Rushing Thunder Fist and the Shangqing Divine Thunder Spell were the most important.
Shi Jian's cultivation was not as good as his master's. The only reason he could win was because of his innate talent. He used his Lightning Fist to defeat his peers.
The difficulty of cultivating the Shangqing Divine Thunder Spell was even lower than that of the Lightning Fist.
Since the third generation of sect leader, no one in Mao Mountain had mastered the Shangqing Divine Thunder Curse. Apart from talent, the most important thing was that they lacked one of the important techniques.
A connecting chapter!
And this chapter was the Purple Lightning Divine Lightning Curse that Zhang Wenjie's grandfather had taught him!
Zhang Wenjie was entrusted by his grandfather to become Lin Jiu's disciple. Other than seeking protection in the chaotic world, the most important thing was to obtain the right to enter the Three Cottage Scripture Pavilion to choose the Shangqing Divine Thunder Curse.
After making his choice, Zhang Wenjie pretended to find a corner to read and recite, occasionally closing his eyes to recite.
In reality, he was checking the changes in the system interface.
Name: Zhang Wenjie
[Cultivation: Human Teacher]
[Talent: Heavenly Eye]
[Cultivation Method: (True) Shangqing Divine Thunder Curse (Beginner), Body-nurturing Scripture (Greater Completion), Sun Smelting Divine Chapter (Beginner)]
[Spells: Talisman Technique (Great Success), Upper Yin Paper Binding Technique (Beginner), Nine Yin Corpse Divine Technique (Beginner), Maoshan Corpse Refining Technique (Beginner)]
[Magic tools: Demon Subduing Needle, Demon Binding Lock]
Morality Points:0
After expending the Virtue Points to add the Shangqing Divine Thunder Curse to the System Interface, the Purple Lightning Divine Thunder Curse disappeared and became the (real) Shangqing Divine Thunder Curse.
A rat entering a rice vat, one could not choose not to learn cultivation techniques, but one could not choose not to accept them!
Adding cultivation techniques and spells on the system interface would consume morality points just from the beginning.
Zhang Wenjie didn't have that many morality points to spend.
He could only use up all the remaining martial arts and magic scriptures collected by the Virtue General to form a catalog book for future use!
When the time was up, Zhang Wenjie walked out of the Three Thatch Scripture Pavilion.
" What cultivation technique did you choose?!"
His master, Lin Jiu, had been waiting for him here since early in the morning.
"Master, I choose the Shang Qing Divine Lightning Curse and the Mao Mountain Corpse Refining Technique!”
Lin Jiu originally thought that Zhang Wenjie would definitely choose the Lightning Rushing Thunder Fist since he had the thunder attribute talent. Why would he choose the hard bone Shangqing Divine Thunder Curse?
This was a cultivation technique that no one had learned in Mao Mountain for hundreds of years. Wouldn't this infuriate his master to find a mountain to worship?!
"You…"
In the end, Lin Jiu held it in. The cost of trial and error was a little high for a young man.
However, with him around, there would always be a chance to refine something else.
Moreover, his disciple was more talented than Shi Jian. If Shi Jian couldn't do it, then it was because he couldn't do it. Perhaps his disciple could do it!
It was up to him to choose his own path. Back then, his master was like this, and now he was like this. As for the Mao Mountain Corpse Refining Technique…
After leaving the mountain for so many years, Lin Jiu had long since changed that boring way of thinking. There was no right or wrong in a cultivation technique. The one who was wrong was the one who used it.
The Seventh Great Uncle silently appeared beside Lin Jiu. He couldn't help but applaud when he heard that Zhang Wenjie had chosen the Shangqing Divine Thunder Spell.
"That's right. He's more determined than your grandmaster. Back then, he…"
"Cough cough…Seventh Martial Uncle!"
Lin Jiu hurriedly stopped Seventh Uncle Master from talking. He had said a lot of embarrassing things about himself, so there was no need to say anything about his master.
"That's right! Ah Jiao, when your disciple is cultivating, you have to find a place to hide. I'm afraid he will implicate you when he is struck by lightning!”
“……”
Looking at the talkative Seventh Senior Granduncle, Zhang Wenjie felt that his grandmaster's early death had a lot to do with him.
With this mouth of his, what could he practice without going mad?
Zhang Wenjie didn't know if cultivating the Shangqing Divine Thunder Curse would attract lightning strikes. Even if it did, it would be someone else. He was the man who had obtained the complete version!
Besides, I have the f * cking system, so I still need to practice by myself!!
…
Originally, Zhang Wenjie thought that his master would stay in Mao Mountain for a while longer before leaving. However, he did not expect that he would be dragged away by his master without even having lunch after leaving the Scripture Pavilion.
Under the Dao Seeking Valley, the talkative Seventh Martial Granduncle was still talking non-stop.
"Ah Jiao, you should return to Mao Mountain more often at your age. Seventh Martial Uncle still has many years to live. I'm really afraid that the white-headed person will send the black-headed person away!”
The talkative Seventh Martial Granduncle looked at his master, who kept nagging. His master's face darkened, but he didn't dare to say anything.
"Seventh Martial Granduncle doesn't have any gifts for meeting, but this [Corpse Refined Order] is my many years of experience, so it should be of some use to you!”
Zhang Wenjie didn't expect to receive such a gift. After receiving the letter, he said solemnly,"Thank you, Seventh Great Uncle!"”
"Use it well. Don't embarrass Seventh Great Uncle!”
With it, Zhang Wenjie's corpse refinement journey might not be smooth sailing, but it would definitely avoid detours. After all, this was a summary of one's experience!
"Remember to walk the right path, remember to walk the crooked path!”
He patted Zhang Wenjie's shoulder and turned to walk up the mountain.
Zhang Wenjie looked at his Seventh Senior Granduncle who was gradually getting further away. He had a look of obedience on his face, but he was cursing in his heart.
Tsk!
How could Zhang Wenjie not understand the old man's advice? However, such words were reserved for the dead.
The strong will always be strong, and a life of cheating will always be brave!
"Master, where are we going now? Maoshan Sect?"
Zhang Wenjie turned around and asked his master when he couldn't see his seventh granduncle.
The Maoshan Sect was on another mountain, and the Maoshan Ancestral Altar was only east and west of the sect.
Before Zhang Wenjie could finish his sentence, Lin Jiu shook his head.
After being nagged by Seventh Martial Uncle for three days, wouldn't he be greeting Shi Jian if he went to Maoshan Sect now?
Things remain the same, people have changed, everything has changed. The past is still vivid in my mind. Unfortunately, once a person pays wrongly, he will lose it forever.
Lin Jiu turned around and looked at the small forest not far away. His junior sister's words from that day flashed through his mind.
alas
"I'm really worried about your two senior brothers. Go back first!”
The return journey was faster than the journey. After two-thirds of the journey, it suddenly rained heavily at night.
Zhang Wenjie could only find a place to shelter from the rain.
He was lucky enough to find a slightly dilapidated mountain temple beside a forest.
It was necessary to maintain a sense of reverence in the face of an unknown statue.
Lin Jiu placed three sticks of incense in front of the statue while Zhang Wenjie found some dry rice straws as a cushion behind the temple.
Zhang Wenjie had originally closed his eyes to sleep when he suddenly heard the sound of increasingly dense footsteps. He instantly opened his eyes and held a handful of Demon Subduing Needles in his hand.
"Eh…"
The door of the Mountain God Temple opened with an ear-piercing sound. A group of people stepped into the mud with their bodies wet.
Zhang Wenjie opened his Heavenly Eye and confirmed that the people in front of him were alive. However, there was a lingering Yin Qi around them.
He was dressed in black, with a strange knife wrapped around his waist. His appearance was ordinary, but he gave off a sense of resistance.
The Mountain God Temple was the default transit point. Occasionally, they would meet up with many parties. Everyone nodded politely. The group of people who entered the temple divided their work and lit the bonfire.
Seeing that a stranger had come, Zhang Wenjie naturally couldn't fall asleep. He took out a cigarette and lit it, instantly refreshing his mind.
Zhang Wenjie muttered softly as he lit his master's cigarette.
"Master, these guys don't look like good people.”
"Hu ~"
Lin Jiu exhaled a mouthful of smoke.
"If a cultivator is like your Martial Uncle Four-Eyed, there is more or less a bit of Yin Qi wrapped around his corpse.”
"And these people don't have any cultivation at all. They can only get involved in underground activities for many years.”
Speaking of Master Tu, Lin Jiu's face showed disgust.
Other than being disrespectful to their ancestors, the most important thing was for these guys to draw out something.
Back then, when his master died early, it was to eliminate the Noble Bronze Armored Corpses that were provoked by a group of Tufuzi.
Tufuzi was a tomb raider. Zhang Wenjie glanced at this group of people before looking away.
In the real world, grave robbers were all outlaws, so there was no need to be bored.
However, he was curious how his master could tell that these guys were tomb raiders.
"Master, how can you be sure that they are doing this?”
"Smells, they have the smell of dirt on them. This smell can only be found in tombs that are sealed all year round!”
Zhang Wenjie inhaled vigorously and could only smell the smoke. He shook his head gently to indicate that he could not smell it.
Not everyone had a dog nose like Master!
"In the future, you must be careful when you go out alone. Women, children, beggars, blind people…"
"Uh…I understand women and children, but what's with this blind man?”
Zhang Wenjie thought that he was talking about an old man, but why did he say blind?
"The Earth Master also divided the sects into regions. He said that they could be divided into the Gold Hunting Commandant and the Mountain-Moving Commandant.”
"When Master first came down the mountain, he met a local scholar who called himself Mountain-moving Taoist. That guy was blind, but he had learned a strange ability to exorcise evil spirits and subdue demons.”
The more Zhang Wenjie listened, the more he felt that his master must have suffered a loss, and a huge one at that. Otherwise, there was no reason for him to be so vague.
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