Chapter 5 The Way of Martial Soul

There are not many people on the field of transmission in Houshan, and three generations of disciples responsible for imparting knowledge have not come.

There are neat and orderly futons on the field. Four generations of disciples can sit on the futon to listen to the class. A slightly higher stone chair not far away is the seat of the master.

Zhao Haoran found a front seat and sat down. It took him half an hour to have nothing to do. Zhao Haoran began to attract the aura of heaven and earth again. The book also said that if the aura in his body is sufficient, it is easier to stimulate the martial soul.

More and more people came one after another, and many people who had cultivated their martial souls also came to attend the class. This was a little strange. When Otu saw Zhao Haoran, he happily patted him on the shoulder and interrupted Zhao Haoran's practice.

"Brother Zhao, I didn't expect you to absorb the aura of heaven and earth so soon."

Zhao Haoran squeezed his lips and smiled, but did not answer.

Several fourth-generation disciples came from afar. The front seat was full of people, but they still went straight to the front. "You, get out of the way."

Seeing the appearance of the visitor, the disciple ran back in frustration and did not dare to fight. Zhao Haoran asked curiously, "Brother Ou, who are these people? How can they act so domineeringly?"

Otu curled his lips and said, "Those are all disciples of Uncle Piaoyaozi. They are probably about five stars. They have done a lot of bad things to bully their peers in the name of uncle, and no one dares to provoke them."

Zhao Haoran nodded and wrote it down in his heart.

There are more than a dozen disciples of Piao Yaozi. Except for urgent matters, all of them rushed over. One of them looked around and saw Zhao Haoran. This is a new face. He should be a disciple who has just started. It seems that he hasn't cultivated his martial soul yet. It's just you.

"You, go to the back. This position belongs to me."

Zhao Haoran raised his head and looked at him. His eyebrows were clear and handsome, but the conceit revealed in his eyes was very disgusted.

"Brother Ou, where did you say just now? Which uncle is teaching today? Why are there so many people coming?"

Otu coughed softly, "Brother Zhao, this is what you asked me. I won't tell him that today is an uncle, but he is not an uncle, so almost all four generations of disciples are here."

When the disciple saw that Zhao Haoran didn't mean to pay attention to him at all, his face turned red and white, and pointed to Zhao Haoran, "You..."

Otu said with a smile, "Lian Ruoqian, this is not your wild place. The doorman will be expelled from the teacher's private fight."

"Song Wei's uncle is here." Someone whispered.

Lian Ruoqian looked at Zhao Haoran resently and said, "You have to go far. It's better not to act alone in the future. Our back mountain is not very safe."

Otu was worried and looked at Lian Ruoqian, who was far away. "Brother Zhao, this Lian Ruoqian is a fierce role. Some time ago, a new disciple contradicted him. As a result, his legs were broken. The injured disciple didn't even know who the person who hurt him was, and finally he had to stop."

Zhao Haoran nodded, "I will pay attention."

On the stone chair sat a girl who looked only 28 years old. She was exquisite, beautiful and vulgar. If she hadn't known in advance, Zhao Haoran really couldn't believe that this would be their uncle.

Song Wei's face has no expression, giving people the feeling that it is an iceberg that cannot be melted. None of the disciples present dares to have any indiscrimination. A pair of eyes can see a person's heart, and the sound of whispering stopped in an instant, and she can only hear the morning quietly. The song of birds.

"Today, I want to talk about the way of martial soul. I don't have an enterprising spirit and just want to leave as soon as possible. I don't want to teach such people."

Song Wei swept around the scene, and all the four generations of disciples straightened their waists. They could show their determination in this way. No one left the futon. Most of them were young disciples around 20 years old. Everyone wanted to be a strong man, but it was not so easy.

Zhao Haoran glanced sideways. Ou Tu seemed to be frosted eggplant and didn't care about Song Wei's words at all. Fortunately, Song Wei didn't look at it, otherwise he didn't know whether he would be expelled directly.

Song Wei nodded with satisfaction, "Okay, you are not bad. I see determination and confidence, but these alone are not enough. Practice also needs to pay attention to skills and methods. Whether there is anyone who has cultivated the martial soul or not, it will definitely be very rewarding after listening to what I said."

"What is the martial soul? I think everyone has a different understanding. Now there is no unified view in the whole continent. At present, there are two most widespread theories. The first is that there is a martial soul in the human body, which can be stimulated by the aura of heaven and earth, and the second is that the martial soul has the aura shape of heaven and earth. It is a special object that can be used against the enemy.

Zhao Haoran listened with questions. These things have never been touched before, and Song Wei spoke very clearly.

"The way of martial soul is a process of cultivation after the formation of the martial soul. Ordinary people start from gathering the aura of heaven and earth, but nine out of ten have fallen into the first step, and few have successfully cultivated the martial soul. You are all lucky to listen to my lecture today."

Song Wei said that a cyan martial soul appeared on her shoulder. It can be judged from the size that Song Wei's strength is much stronger than that of Bai Yi Shura. The stronger she is, the smaller the martial soul will be. This is also what Zhao Haoran learned from the unknown books given to him by Otu.

"This is my martial soul, and the martial soul of the two-day soul is like this." All the disciples widened their eyes. The Japanese soul is not visible everywhere. The martial soul is generally not exposed. Although the martial soul itself is also extremely powerful, it is still much more fragile than the body, and it is generally not revealed until it is desperate.

"My martial soul is wind attribute, which is good at speed, but my strength lies not in the soul power, but in the research of the martial soul. The world is big. I believe that there are less than five people who know more than me in the martial soul." Song Wei smiled confidently, and Zhao Haoran lost his mind for a while. He didn't expect this uncle to smile so beautifully.

In a flash, Song Wei regained her ice mountain color and talked endlessly for an hour. Zhao Haoran sometimes frowned and sometimes smiled. Obviously, he gained a lot. There are some things that he can't understand at his own level. Zhao Haoran just remembered that it is really rare to listen to the Japanese soul's lectures.

Zhao Haoran just got such an opportunity, and I have to say that he is really lucky.

"It's really boring. If it hadn't been for the master's persecution, I wouldn't have come to death." Otu stretched out and complained to Zhao Haoran.

"Brother Ou, I think what Song Wei's uncle said is very good. Haven't you gained anything?"

Otu was a little disdainful, "It's boring to practice all the time. There are many beasts in the back mountain. Are you interested in barbecue with me?"

Zhao Haoran doesn't understand Outu's idea. Since he came to Bihaizong, he should practice well and become a powerful soul, but people have their own aspirations and can't be forced.

"Brother Ou, do your own way. I want to go back and understand what Uncle Song said first." Zhao Haoran arched his hand and rejected Otu's proposal.

A month later, Zhao Haoran just calmly cleaned the heart hall and went back to his room to practice. There were more and more auras gathered in his body, but there was no sign of martial souls.

Several disciples of their peers also know, including Fu Shan and Xi Da, who are not far from their residence Zhao Haoran, who have been beginners for less than a year.

Fu Shan is a cheerful middle-aged man. He is a brother with Zhao Haoran. He is very old-fashioned. He can't see whether he is sincere or not, while Xi Da seems to be timid and doesn't say much. If it hadn't been for the close residence, neither of them would have met.

"Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao." Zhao Haoran could tell that it was Otu from his voice alone, and no one except him began to call his name from afar.

Zhao Haoran opened the door, and Otu held two pheasants in his hand. Since Zhao Haoran made a game last time, Otu praised it and from time to time he would mention some wild animals in the mountains for Zhao Haoran to cook.

"Fire."

As soon as Zhao Haoran opened his mouth, Ou Tu stretched out his finger with a smile and gently burned the underground firewood. Zhao Haoran was envious and didn't know when he would learn it. "Brother Ou, can I learn the skill of lighting your hand?"

Otu looked at Zhao Haoran in embarrassment, "It's not that I don't want to teach you. Without martial souls, these things can't be learned."

Zhao Haoran was a little moved, "Brother Ou, why don't you try it? Anyway, I'm still idle."

"The aura of heaven and earth converges in your hand, thinking about the form of fire in your heart, and then it's fine."

"Fire is coming." Zhao Haoran followed the way taught by Otu, a purple fire suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand. Zhao Haoran felt that his palm was very hot, and the firelight in his hand dissipated in surprise.

Otu's mouth grew up and his face was unbelievable. The master once told me that although these simple spells consume not much aura, it is extremely difficult for people without a martial soul to do it, because the martial soul is the heart of a soul. Without a heart, how can they live normally?

Zhao Haoran is obviously a freak with a strong understanding of the technique. Otu swallowed his saliva, "Brother Zhao, if you put your aura in the palm of your hand, you won't be burned by your own flames."

Zhao Haoran tried again. This time, he didn't feel anything in his palm and was overjoyed. He didn't expect that he could also use magic, keep collecting the flames in his hands, and playing happily.

Otu's mouth is full of oily, "Brother Zhao, since you can learn ordinary fire control, there must be no problem with the method of light body. I think you are running around very hard every day, so it's better to teach it to you together."