Chapter 17

He was stunned and then his face became bitter: "master, do you mean that the best medium is the Millennium spirit bed? But Lingbao is hard to find. What a big Lingbao to make a bed with Lingbao! And also have Yin and Yang. I'm afraid I can't find it in the world? "

"Rush..."

Zhitong just took a big sip of wine. When he heard this, it all splashed out.

But fortunately, the position he sprayed was outward, so he escaped in vain.

He looked at Zhitong and was at a loss: "master, is my guess wrong?"

In fact, he was depressed in his heart.

Master Mingming said that he needed a medium of yin and yang to extract love and integrate it into his happy Zen silk. After saying this, he knocked on the table. This hint is very obvious.

Although master knocked on the table, of course, it could not really be a table. After all, the table is useful between men and women, but it is not a necessity, and the bed is the real necessity!

And when men and women do things like that in bed, fish and water blend, yin and Yang coincide, and decisiveness is the rhythm of a good medium!

But why did master react so badly?

He was puzzled, and Zhitong was speechless.

He put down his glass and knocked on the table. This is the rhythm of wasting pouring wine for him!

This hint is as obvious as it is obvious, but how can you understand yourself as a stupid apprentice as a bed?

It's a hundred thousand and eight miles away. Is there wood or wood?

At this moment, Zhitong felt that what he ejected was not wine, but blood.

It's really irritating to have an apprentice like this!

However, looking at the innocence and loss on the wasted face, Zhitong's fire can't be vented no matter how high it is.

Only with a black face, he snorted heavily and scolded angrily: "there is a lack of aura in this world. How can there be a medium as big as a bed!"

He took this breath out for a little while, turned around and saw the pious look on his wasted face. His anger faded. He sighed heavily and only hummed helplessly in his heart: I'm not safe at night. I unexpectedly adopted such a stupid apprentice. I can't afford to rest assured to provide for the elderly!

However, although he thought so in his heart, he patiently explained to the waste: "the medium of yin and Yang, like other spiritual objects, can be divided into four grades and five categories. As for the five categories, it is because they contain spiritual objects that are not up to the grade. Although they are also called spiritual objects, it is difficult to use them as a medium to extract love, Not only is the number of drawn out rare, but also it is impossible to draw out high-grade love, so this kind of spirit thing must not be selected! "

Speaking of this, Zhitong saw the waste, listened attentively, and his eyes were clear. He obviously understood what he said. He immediately sighed in his heart: although his apprentice is a little stupid in human and worldly skills, cultivating this is a real evil. It's just that it's a good choice to inherit his mantle.

"In addition to the category that cannot enter the product, the remaining four categories are the spirit objects that really enter the product. According to the product level, they can be four grades, and the lower grade is the lowest. This product level can barely increase the number of love, but the increased number is extremely limited, so this product level is the best."

Zhitong said, putting the wine cup in his hand on the table, and was about to knock it, indicating that he wasted time to help him pour the wine, but at the thought of the embarrassing scene just now, he immediately put out his mind.

Gently shook his head, poured himself a cup, sucked it into his mouth, moistened his throat, and then said.

"Above the inferior, naturally, it is the middle grade. The spirit of the middle grade can extract 30% of the love in the woman's body. This amount is very terrible. If the woman is infatuated with you, only the number of love extracted at one time can condense less than half of the happy Zen silk, so the medium of the middle grade can be used."

At this point, Zhitong smiled at the waste, but saw that the waste was not moved at all, and his eyes immediately showed a look of appreciation.

"If you don't like medium, it seems that you like high-quality medium. Let's talk about high-quality medium. The strength of the top-grade medium is far beyond imagination. It can extract more than 60% of the love in the body of a woman who is infatuated with you, and it can condense these extracted love into a happy Zen silk. This top-grade medium is used for teachers. "

Zhitong's face brightened when he said this.

"This top-grade medium is extremely rare in today's secular world. In those years, I entrusted countless friends to my teacher and your Shizu to help me. After looking for it for three years, I finally found a yin-yang board and helped me open the level of Qi refining!"

In the tone of voice, with three points of pride and seven points of show off.

However, the waste did not give him a chance to boast, but slightly frowned and asked, "master, I don't know what kind of grade the happy Zen silk condensed from the top-grade medium is? What impact will it have on future practice? "

After all, idleness is a person from the past. It can be said that the gap between Zhitong and him in terms of cultivation in the previous life is not a little, so his vision is not what Zhitong thinks.

And he also knows that if you want to preach and live forever, the foundation of each step must be the most solid, and there is no room for carelessness.

The stronger the foundation is, the easier and farther the road will be in the future.

If the foundation is good and you want to preach eternal life, it is undoubtedly a dream with a fool.

He is proficient in the cultivation methods of other realms. It doesn't work here, but his horizons are. That's why he asked.

Zhitong suddenly stagnated. He wanted to take the opportunity to show off, but he didn't expect that the waste didn't give him this opportunity at all. It was like a punch with all his strength, hitting the empty place and feeling unspeakable pain.

However, this is not the fault of idleness, and the questions asked by idleness are the most important part. Therefore, Zhitong's unhappiness is only a flash, and he is wasted. He can understand the media so thoroughly so quickly and secretly marvels in his heart.

Sure enough, he was a monster level abnormal cultivator. He caught the core of the matter at once.

"According to the top-grade medium theory, it can condense the super grade happy Zen silk, but the super grade women are too difficult to find. Moreover, the Qi refining realm of the happy heart devil Zen skill has a total of nine layers. According to people's qualifications, they need different happy Zen silk. Ordinary people only need more than a dozen happy Zen silk to be promoted to the first level, but most of these people are stuck in the Qi refining level, No more breakthroughs. "

Speaking of this, Zhitong's face once again showed a touch of satisfaction, and his voice slightly improved: "there are some talented people. The quality level of happy heart devil Zen skill is very high, so it takes more than a hundred happy Zen silk to be promoted to the next level."

Idleness really didn't pay attention to this matter, only because his promotion was too strange and had the details left before. After he started, he broke through the third layer of Qi refining by relying on the last trace of energy left behind and blending with Zeng Rou's fish and water in an inexplicable state.

At that time, he didn't notice how many happy Zen silk he needed. Now when he heard Zhitong say so, he was curious and couldn't help looking inside. This look directly startled him.

But fortunately, after all, he is a man of two generations. There are still some Chengfu. He didn't jump up, but he looked at Zhitong incomprehensibly: "master, how many are your old people?"

Hearing this question, Zhitong had an impulse to cry.

Mud horse, after waiting all night, I finally have a chance to force!

The opportunity is too rare, so Zhitong cherishes it very much. He pretends to be deep, twists his jaws lightly, and says unfathomably, "Hey, your master, I was a genius among Buddhist geniuses, so my number is too much more than those geniuses, but don't say the specific numbers, I'm afraid you'll lose confidence! "

After a tight heart, he hurriedly asked, "master, you are a handsome old man. You are the first person in Buddhism for thousands of years. You have outstanding qualifications. It's rare to see you in a thousand years. I don't dare to compare with you, so don't be afraid to hit me. Just tell me. How many are they?"

This high hat made Zhitong feel comfortable in his bones. He immediately smiled and couldn't close his mouth.

Who said he was stupid? Look at what you said. It's really in place!

It's really about your heart. There's no exaggeration at all.

Look at the sincere look in your eyes, alas! It seems that I underestimate my apprentice. I'm so talented. Children can be taught!

When you are in a good mood, Zhitong will certainly not sell off again. At that moment, he stretched out a finger and shook it in front of the waste.

"Master, are you ten thousand?"

"Cough, cough..." hearing this, Zhitong almost choked his saliva to death.

"Ten thousand? You really think master is an old monster! " It was not easy to smooth this tone. He wasted one look in vain and didn't let him guess. He directly said, "there are not many teachers, just a thousand!"

"Ah!" With a cry of surprise, the expression suddenly became wonderful.

Zhitong was very satisfied when he saw the expression of idleness. He smiled obscene and hummed with profound pride: "idleness, such a situation as being a teacher is difficult to meet in a thousand years after all, so you don't have to be too low self-esteem. Now tell me how many roots you are?"

Wasted immediately blushed, filled with a touch of shyness, very embarrassed and whispered, "master, I'm 10000 roots."

"What? What did you say? " Zhitong couldn't believe what he just heard was true. He pulled out his ears and leaned his body towards the waste.

"Master, I can only be promoted to one level if I have 10000 roots." The expression of idleness is more and more bitter, and my heart is more uneasy.

Although he also knows that the more the number, the higher the qualification and the farther he will go, at the same time, it also represents that his promotion road will be ten times, 100 times or even thousands of times harder than others!

For a moment, Zhitong's face went straight to the bottom, and the whole person was stunned there. In his heart, he shouted in a sad voice: mud horse, I knew that his apprentice was abnormal. Why do you want to pretend to be forced in front of him!

Really, don't pretend to be forced. Pretend to be forced to be struck by thunder!