Chapter 150: The Dharma is not passed on to the sixth ear
"It's tasteless to eat, but a pity to throw it away!"
After carefully looking at the memories and inheritance that surged out of the golden-scaled little dragon for a long time, Feng Qing'an finally gave it a useless evaluation.
It doesn't matter that the memory is incoherent, the incomplete images can at least reveal something. However, even the inheritance from the dragon bloodline is incomplete. The slightly interesting cultivation methods and magical skills are all incomplete, and some don't even have complete names, and there is no content at all.
After confirming this, Feng Qing'an immediately interrupted the "Spirit Parasitism Technique" and had no interest in exploring it further. It was just a waste of time. Instead of thinking about these things, he might as well use his energy on other things.
However, Feng Qing'an gave up the exploration, but Ming Longjia did not give up. He read tirelessly the memory inheritance that suddenly emerged, even though it was of almost no use.
Feng Qing'an didn't care about it. After all, his memory was so damaged that it was impossible for it to have any impact on the little dragon, and naturally there would be no bad consequences.
Awooo~
It was late at night and the black dog was whimpering. The young man walked into the house and saw that it was clean. He nodded with satisfaction and began to practice. Since leaving Yongning County, many of his habits have changed, but there are some that he has always insisted on and never relaxed.
He never stopped practicing and accumulating soul power from beginning to end. Of course, the giant skeleton and the Blazing Sun Tree in his belt also needed to be nourished with soul power from time to time.
Yin and Yang alternated, the moon disappeared and the sun rose, and in the blink of an eye it was the second day. Feng Qing'an went out early. The prefectural examination would not begin for nearly a month, but in the city of Jiangyang, candidates and students from various counties could already be seen everywhere.
Feng Qing'an could see diligent students reading books or practicing calligraphy in the halls of restaurants and inns at dawn when the sun had not yet risen. He could also see romantic scholars who were covered in rouge and wine, drunk and swaying even as they walked.
He was neither the former nor the latter. Reviewing his lessons was no longer necessary for him. Everything he needed to remember was already in his mind.
Besides, he came to this city only because there was no place in particular he wanted to go. As for taking the imperial examination and obtaining fame, it was just a side thing .
In this crowded, bustling, lively and prosperous city, the biggest attraction for him is the delicious food. As for the beauty, haha.
He was indeed still a young man full of vigor and vitality, but there were few beauties in this world who could catch his eye. Nan Ge and Dong Huang had lowered his lower limit in this regard to a very high level.
Therefore, the young man who had just entered the city ate and drank lavishly in the city, without being stingy with his money. This made some patrolling ghosts and gods, who saw this, couldn't help but admire him in their hearts.
What happened to Judge Wen has spread among ghosts and gods. All ghosts and gods know that a young man with unfathomable background and strength has come to Jiangyang City.
However, those who only indulge in food and drink are much better than those scholars and writers who, as soon as they enter the city, spend money like water and seek pleasure in brothels and other places of pleasure.
Feng Qing'an enjoyed the many special delicacies of Jiangyang Prefecture to his heart's content. After three days, Feng Qing'an, whose figure had hardly changed, returned to his own house after having a full meal and a drink.
Hiccup
The young man burped lightly, a look of satisfaction on his face. Two wolves, one black and one white, heard the sound and immediately came out of the house to greet him.
"come over!"
After he had eaten and drunk his fill, Feng Qing'an naturally would not forget about them. He used all the secret techniques he knew on them several times, until they had reached the limit of what they could endure. Then the young man got up and went into the house to begin his own practice.
It was midnight and the whole city was under curfew. The voice of the night watchman had just passed in front of the house when gentle and orderly knocks on the door came from outside the house. Heishan and Baiyao, who were digesting the spiritual energy accumulated opened their eyes and stared at the gate of the house.
They smelled a hint of sandalwood, and Heishan was very familiar with this smell. Another ghost had come, but compared to the previous wave, this one seemed very polite.
"Black Mountain, open the door!"
Feng Qing'an's voice came from the house. He had just finished his practice and was in high spirits. His sharp five senses also allowed him to feel the movements in the house. If someone could come to the door in the middle of the night, there was no need to expect it to be a human, so there was no problem in asking Heishan to open the door.
Crunch!
The door slowly opened, and then a slightly polite and tough voice sounded, as if asking Heishan,
"I am sorry to disturb you by visiting you so late at night. I wonder if the host has rested yet?"
Woof~
Heishan looked solemnly at the burly man in front of him who looked like a living person. At this moment, he vaguely felt a very faint sense of oppression from this man, which came and went, but was always there.
"Black Mountain, back off!"
The young man with bright eyes and handsome face also walked out of the house and looked at the burly man standing at the gate of the house. The temperament of this big man was so obvious, even in ordinary clothes.
"Identification!"
[Race: Incense God]
[Attributes: God, Ghost]
[Potential Level: Lord·Superior]
[Combat Power Level: Lord·Superior]
Looking at this sturdy man who seemed to have just retreated from the battlefield and taken off his armor, Feng Qing'an already knew his identity. However, he was still confused about his sudden visit. Judging from his attire, it was not official business.
"May I ask who you are?"
Although he already knew the other party's background, Feng Qingan still asked,
"I am a warrior in Jiangyang City, I dare not call myself a master. I came to visit you tonight because I heard about your deeds and I was eager to show my skills, so I took the liberty to visit you. I hope you will not be offended!"
"Wu Fu? Not Wu Pan?"
Feng Qingan couldn't help laughing when he saw that the burly man was trying to cover up.
"Sir, you have a good eye, but I am just a martial artist who is itching to show off his skills tonight!"
The sturdy man replied.
"Are you itching to show off your skills? Then Lord Wupan has found the wrong person. I am not good at martial arts!"
Feng Qing'an couldn't help but shake his head. It would be better to exchange martial arts with the bodyguards who escorted him here than to go to him. He knew nothing about martial arts.
"Sir, you are really modest. The news that you nearly cut off my colleague's body with your sword has spread all over Jiangyang Prefecture. So I have been dealing with official business for the past few days. After I have dealt with everything properly, I took the liberty to come and visit you."
"That sword was really a misunderstanding, it's just because the power I possess is a little special!"
Feng Qing'an was a little amused and helpless at the moment. He immediately called upon the power of the Fiery Sun Tree and raised a ball of fire in his hand. The leaping flames naturally had the power to suppress evil spirits and ghosts.
"I wonder if you could also give me a sword?"
After staring at the flame in Feng Qing'an's hand for a long time, the sturdy man actually made an unexpected request to Feng Qing'an.
"Um!?"
Feng Qing'an was almost unable to hold back at this moment. What was going on with the ghosts and gods in Jiangyang Prefecture? Wen Pan had asked him to bestow a sword before, but that was because he cared about the people in the city and wanted to explore his power.
This is understandable, but this military judge came up in the middle of the night, and had even finished his official duties in advance, squeezing out some free time, and then came here and said he wanted to take a sword.
"Master Wu Pan, what does this mean?"
The young man really didn't understand at this moment. Since he knew that his power would cause great harm to him, why would he rush forward to take a sword.
"Sir, do you know what our Yin Gods want?"
Judge Wu's gaze never left Feng Qing'an's palm, and there was deep desire in his seemingly calm eyes.
The fire born from the negative pole and the positive pole!
Jiangyang Prefecture Wenpan, who seemed to have suffered a great loss and was even secretly laughed at by the ghosts and gods below, actually gained a lot of benefits after recovering. As his best friend, he knew it very well.
He didn't know how this Young Master Feng could control such fire, but he only knew that he really needed to be stabbed by the sword at this moment, and he could pay any price for it.
"I know it roughly!"
Upon hearing this, Feng Qing'an suddenly came to his senses and understood why this ghost had come to his house in the middle of the night to ask him to chop him with his sword.
Yin reaches its extreme and Yang is born. This is what the ghosts in the underworld seek, but the ghosts and gods in the human world are no exception.
The power he used in the past few days originated from the Blazing Sun Flower, and the Blazing Sun Flower was what the Ghost King wanted, as he had untapped potential and hoped to make further progress.
Now it seems that this kind of power also has great appeal to the evil spirits in the human world. Even ghosts and gods who have not reached the level of Ghost King can borrow this power.
The incense and fire god way seems to have many restrictions and constraints, but it naturally has its magical aspects. When one is one level weaker than the Ghost King, being able to come into contact with the power of the Blazing Sun Flower is obviously positive. You know, ghosts of the same level in the underworld will go around the Blazing Sun Flower when they encounter it.
"Since you know, I, a rough and crude man, will not waste any more words. As long as you are willing to give me a sword, I will definitely give you what you ask for within my authority and ability."
After finishing speaking, Judge Wu stared at Feng Qing'an with a burning gaze. He felt that the promise of a ghost god still had some weight. Next it all depended on how this young man would react.
"But I...that's all!"
Feng Qing'an originally wanted to say that he didn't have anything to ask of him, but he changed his words halfway through. It was just a chop with the sword, something that could be done easily, so he could just send him away and save time here.
"Master Wu Pan, please come in and isolate this courtyard from the outside world!"
"Thank you for your help, sir!"
The burly man suddenly showed great joy on his face. He entered the courtyard immediately and then used the magic domain he controlled to temporarily isolate this place from the outside world to prevent the movement inside from disturbing mortals.
“It’s just a piece of cake!”
Feng Qing'an had already drawn out the Qingshen Sword, and blazing flames were already lingering on the snow-white sword body.
"Is Lord Wu Pan ready?"
"Please give me a sword, sir!"
Chant
With the previous case of Judge Wen, Feng Qing'an did not hesitate this time. After all, this Judge Wu was a little stronger than Judge Wen. The Flame Dragon Sword Qi flew out and directly engulfed the burly man.
The scorching sun fire was burning fiercely in front of Feng Qing'an's eyes, and it actually ignited the martial judge directly. Feng Qing'an watched the big man silently endure the flames, his facial features became distorted, as if he was in extreme pain.
Just as he was about to make a move to take back the flame, he saw Judge Wu let out a low roar, and the flame on his body began to weaken, but in contrast, his aura began to drop rapidly.
However, because Wu Pan had been prepared from the beginning, he was not like Wen Pan, whose body was so illusory that even the wind could blow it away. From the outside, there was no change, and even his clothes were not damaged at all.
"I wonder how Lord Wu Pan feels?"
"I have no way of repaying your kindness today. Sir, is there anything I can do for you? I can help you!"
Even though he was hit by a sword, Judge Wu's face was almost smiling. He had found the direction. Although they, ghosts and gods, were particularly dependent on incense, they still had room for self-cultivation.
"Nothing for now!"
Feng Qing'an shook his head. He did have a slight thought, but after looking at the judge's appearance, he thought again and gave up. Ghosts and gods are all busy.
"nothing?"
When Wu Pan heard this, he felt uncomfortable. With his personality, he would like to repay a favor immediately. He felt uncomfortable thinking about owing favors.
"I have something to say, would you like to hear it?"
"But you can tell me!"
"Young Master, you don't seem to be very proficient in controlling your own power. Excuse me, your use of it is very crude! If I were to strike with the same sword, I could cut off Wen Pan's body and force him to be reborn."
The upright warrior spoke directly, which was not pleasant to hear, but Feng Qingan was not angry but happy. In a sense, it was a good thing to have his shortcomings pointed out.
"Master Wu Pan really has a keen eye, what he said is absolutely true!"
Feng Qing'an praised it generously. This was not originally his strength, but a strength borrowed from his own soul power. He had no problem mastering it, but using it more delicately was indeed a bit difficult for him.
"Can you give me some advice?"
"I don't deserve your advice. I'm just a warrior with some experience in fighting and training my body, and some experience in using my strength."
Wu Pan was modest for a moment, and then changed the subject.
"Sir, do you have time tonight?"
"Nothing tonight!"
"Good, I don't have anything important to do tonight, so I can have a conversation with you, young master!"
Feng Qing'an was quick to accept advice. Since the other party was so polite and generous, he did not feel embarrassed. He immediately listened to Judge Wu sharing his experience under the pretext of communication.
Although this judge is a ghost, he was also a warrior who fought on the battlefield during his lifetime. His martial arts skills are so high that it is difficult for other martial artists to reach this level.
The more Feng Qing'an listened, the more surprised he was, and the happier he was. Although the power systems for mastering cultivation were different, there were many techniques in the application of power that he could learn from, or even use directly.
The road is simple, and different paths lead to the same destination
While Feng Qing'an was listening attentively, a small head quietly popped out from between his collar. Wu Pan, who was imparting his martial arts experience during his lifetime, paused for a moment, but after seeing clearly who was the eavesdropper, he didn't care anymore and continued talking.
