When Douluo's stars shine

Although the description of Wang Xing's soul skills is gaudy, it has to be said that the frontal combat power of the weapon soul in the early stage is indeed the younger brother among brothers, even a genius like Wang Xing is no exception.

The defensive power of the emerald crystal shield and the offensive power of the glazed lightsaber are probably only equivalent to the level of a top-level defense/attack-type martial spirit that is one level lower. It is more than enough to abuse food, but it is a bit insufficient against top-level martial arts of the same level. .Fortunately, the skills are fancy enough, and Wang Xing feels that he can still operate them in actual battles.

King Xing's current strongest attack method is to detonate two lightsabers at the same time, use the peep window to increase the power and use the emerald lens to focus.After testing, the combination of the three can unleash Soul Sect-level attack power in a small area.However, in view of the huge consumption and extremely small strike surface, it is easy to miss the mark when the target moves, so it must be used with caution.

By the way, a real convex lens requires the incident light to be parallel to achieve focusing, but a lens formed by soul power does not have this restriction.All light passing through the mirror is focused near the focal point.

The sun sets over the western mountains and the night is quiet.

Wang Xing sat cross-legged on the bed, replacing sleep with practice.

The sharp sword named Sustaining the Martial Spirit once hung above Wang Xing's head day and night. He had not touched the pillow for nine years.Inhuman training intensity has become a habit.Even without the skill of automatic soul power circulation, his cultivation time is more than double that of ordinary people.

The soul power gradually grows in the body. After breaking away from the shackles of the bottleneck, the sound of the soul power flowing seems to become cheerful, and cultivation becomes a kind of enjoyment rather than torture.

While Wang Xing was immersed in practice, there was a sudden knocking sound at the door.

"Come in, the door is unlocked."

The tide of soul power gradually faded away.Wang Xing raised his head, looked at the familiar figure at the door, and raised his eyebrows in surprise: "What are you doing here, Your Highness?"

"Huh? Didn't you say you wanted to talk to me at night?"

Qian Renxue sat directly next to Wang Xing quite rudely.Of course, at this moment she is in the appearance of Xue Qinghe.

"If His Highness is willing to lift the disguise, I would be happy to talk for an evening."

"It depends on your performance."

"..."

Wang Xing moved back, leaning his back on the bed in a comfortable position.

"So, how is automatic cultivation achieved?" Qian Renxue asked expectantly.

"Automatic cultivation... actually doesn't have any skills. It's just to let your body remember the running route of soul power. It's just that the body muscles are very stupid. The more complex and delicate the running route, the easier it is to go wrong."

"I spent more than two years training myself deliberately, and finally allowed my body to remember the most basic soul power operation route. However, I still often made mistakes at the beginning. I had to always pay attention to bring the wrong soul power back to normal. Fortunately, I replaced sleeping with cultivation, otherwise I might die in my sleep one day... But the situation improved later, and my body is not too stupid after all. The last time something went wrong was probably five years ago. Now I You shouldn’t die suddenly while sleeping.”

Giving up years of sleep to train your body, is this something a person can do?Qian Renxue looked at Wang Xing with a strange expression, as if looking at a monster: Is this guy really a human being? Could it be the transformation of a 10-year-old soul beast?

"I can't learn this method, so I'll take my leave." Qian Renxue turned around and left.

"What a pity - don't leave, Your Highness, you haven't given me the advanced training techniques yet."

"Yes, there is another matter." Qian Renxue took out a thin manual and handed it to Wang Xing, "This is a technique I improved by combining the secret manuals of Tiandou Royal Family and Wuhun Palace, but the level of Tiandou Royal Family Too bad, almost 99% of the entire book is the original content of Wuhundian."

Wang Xing opened the manual, and pictures appeared in his eyes, confirming many of his previous conjectures.

"Your Highness, do you know? Different people have different meridians and physiques, so the applicable cultivation techniques are also different. For example, the optimal soul power flowing through the Tanzhong point recorded in this booklet is taken from all male and female soul masters The average value, but for female soul masters, the input of soul power should actually be slightly increased... In short, if Your Highness is willing to remove the disguise and let me be healthy, I can help you design a better cycle."

"..."

"...Ahem. If you don't want to, forget it."

Qian Renxue shook her head, her disguise dissipated in the golden light, revealing her alluring face: "I really want to ask, how did you do it? Or why did you do it?"

Why are you asking about this suddenly?Wang Xing was confused for a moment.

"When we first met, you looked so indifferent, as if there was nothing in the world worth worrying about. With this kind of mood, why are you working so hard? Whether it is studying or practicing, I have never seen There are other people who push themselves as hard as you do.”

"..."

In the past ten years, Qian Renxue was the first person to ask Wang Xing this question.

"Can you tell me something, Axing?" Qian Renxue's body slowly came closer, with a curious expression on her face.The martial spirits of the two people pulsed as the distance grew closer.

"That's a long story..."

Wang Xing finally spoke.

The bright moon rises from the horizon, and the tragic tragedy turns into humorous language from the boy's mouth. The plain tone lingers in the girl's heart, turning into a contradictory mood of both sadness and joy.In this mixed atmosphere of sadness and joy, both the narrator and the listener could not help but shed tears.

The story of Blacksmith Tang, the story of Old Man Li, the story of the salesman, the story of his parents, and Wang Xing's own story were all told to others by him personally for the first time.

"I was born in a village called Qunxing Village, but now it should be renamed Fanxing Village..."

"...Old Man Li started to teach me how to read when I was four years old, but when I was five years old, I emptied the ink in his stomach. I taught myself by reading the books brought by the salesman from the city..."

"...Then the wolf thieves came. The useless nobles in the city didn't care at all, and God knows how much free money the army ate. In the end, the people from Wuhun Palace came..."

"...Suddenly, my martial spirit awakened automatically. This kind of miracle is very suitable for a genius like me. The deceased old friend automatically condensed into shape in the martial spirit..."

"...I got here in the Imperial City with my grades alone. Your Highness, you already know what happens next..."

"...It is said that children tend to have nightmares every day after encountering a disaster, but I am different. I have no sleep at all, so the nightmares have never come to my door yet. Is this considered a blessing?"

Wang Xing smiled exaggeratedly and ended his story humorously.But the tears filling his eyes and the coolness on his clothes betrayed his true feelings.

Eh...I cried?Wang Xing slowly reached out and touched the tears on his face.

Qian Renxue pushed him reproachfully.

"It was the same that day. When you cried, I cried with you. My eyes were still red the next day. Can't you control it a little?"

"Your Highness, how can you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air? It is obvious that martial soul resonance is two-way, why can't it be your crying that causes me to cry..."

"Oh, you..."

Qian Renxue smiled and wiped her tears.

"You must be tired after pushing yourself for so many years, right? Stop practicing tonight and have a good sleep, okay?"

"..."

Wang Xing wanted to refuse sternly. How could he waste his life in his comfort zone when he was so powerful?But he finally lay down, and the back of his head rested on the pillow he had not seen for ten years.

The room became quiet except for the chirping of cicadas outside, and the atmosphere gradually became a bit charming.

"Good night, Your Highness." Wang Xing said quietly, but did not hear a response.

The night is already dark, Qian Renxue should be leaving. The next time they meet is tomorrow.Wang Xing thought about it, and suddenly felt that the bed was a little uncomfortable, and his body, which had not been lying down for a long time, was slightly stiff, probably due to poor blood circulation.He turned over slightly.

But the expected sound of leaving footsteps did not sound.A soft body, accompanied by the fragrance of jasmine, slipped into his arms without rejection.Warm breaths went back and forth on his neck, and the martial soul in his Dantian stretched freely as if soaked in hot milk. Even the soul power cycle that had lasted for several years was like a lame old man aged seven or eighty, walking slowly and lazily. Moving happily in the meridians.

Wang Xing was silent for a long time, gently put his hands around the girl's smooth waist, closed his eyes and welcomed the unfamiliar dreamland.Two lonely souls finally found the comfort they had longed for.

Outside the house, Snake Spear Douluo's hands were trembling, and he wanted to do something, but finally gave up.

We can only hope that the Grand Priest and the Pope will not react too violently when they find out... Snake Spear Douluo wiped the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead.He has been working for Wuhun Palace so far and knows many secrets. At this moment, he can't help but be worried about his job.