Chapter 802

The hood slowly expanded and finally shrouded the whole cabin. Zhang wennian looked curiously at the hood like water waves. His big eyes looked very tired. This day's study consumed a lot of brain cells, which was not an easy thing.

But at this moment, Zhang wennian was still not willing to rest and said excitedly, "what is this?"

"Dragon scale gas mask!" Jiang Wuchen said with a smile, "it is also a kind of martial arts magic power. It uses yuan Qi to condense into a gas mask, which can defend outside! It can resist the magic power of other practitioners."

"Wow, I've never seen such a mysterious hood, I've never seen..." Zhang wennian repeated, "you see, they are still flashing colorful lights under the candlelight, like... Beautiful bubbles, can I touch them? Forget it, I'm afraid they will break if they touch."

"They are tough and can't be broken. They can touch them." Jiang Wuchen said.

Zhang wennian walked over excitedly and put his hand on the inner wall of the air hood. "It feels like touching silk."

"You can beat it with all your strength," said Jiang Wuchen.

"Huh?" Zhang wennian tilted her head and looked at Jiang Wuchen. The candlelight reflected her face. She was very beautiful. "OK." she took a breath, clenched her white fist and smashed it on the inner wall of the hood.

Bang.

The soft air cover was hammered by Zhang wennian, and suddenly turned into a dragon scale shape. It was extremely tough. This boxing didn't have any effect, but formed the force of anti shock, which made Zhang wennian's arm numb.

"God! When you meet a gang, you will be a gang." Zhang wennian retreated two steps, his eyes full of envy.

Jiang Wuchen said, "it's late. You've listened to me all day. It's time to rest."

"I'm not tired." Zhang wennian looked at Jiang Wuchen and said, "I still have questions. Can you answer them?"

"Of course!" Jiang Wuchen said, "fat people don't eat in one bite. They need to practice step by step. Don't be too hasty."

"I know, what I think is that I have decided to practice with you in my heart, but I have missed so many years. I want to... Fight for the day and night." Zhang wennian looked at Jiang Wuchen with eager eyes.

"OK," said Jiang Wuchen.

"Well, let's start with how to start practicing. What is a martial artist and how to become a martial artist. I'll start now..."

"The path of cultivation begins with martial arts. Why should we practice martial arts? Only when we have a strong physique, open up the acupoints and meridians of the body and form a smooth circulation of large and small meridians, can we practice martial arts. Therefore, martial arts is the foundation.

It's easy to become a martial arts master. Basic martial arts can be called a martial arts master. It takes some skills and difficulties to become a martial arts master and a martial arts master. Let me start by opening up meridians and acupoints... "

In the cabin, under the candlelight and in the dragon scale gas hood, Jiang Wuchen kept talking. Who can win him on the theory of practice? After 300 years of hard practice in the underworld, he summed up the most powerful experience, which is also the most precious of practice.

Zhang wennian listened with his face in his hands. His lovely big eyes flashed twice from time to time, full of respect for Jiang Wuchen.

But after burning out three candles in a row, it was early in the morning.

Zhang wennian yawned. Although she was still interested in practice, she was really too sleepy.

"It's time to go to bed." Jiang Wuchen said, "even practitioners need to rest."

"Really? Isn't it OK for practitioners to meditate only by refining Qi?"

Jiang Wuchen shook his head and said, "mental fatigue is the fatigue brought by the soul. Sleep is the best supplement!"

Zhang wennian looks at the cabin. There is only one wooden bed here. On this wooden bed, she once blended with Jiang Wuchen.

Her calm heartbeat began to accelerate again. Although she had a relationship with Jiang Wuchen, in that case, more emotion was to save Jiang Wuchen. In order for Jiang Wuchen to change the soul sect, there was no love at all.

Moreover, Hou jiangwuchen was still in a coma at that time. Although he woke up later, the sharp arrow had been fired and could not be stopped.

At present, their minds are very fresh. The time of the day is too short. Zhang wennian has infinite respect for Jiang Wuchen, but if she does that again, she is difficult to let go.

"When you sleep in bed, I'll spread a mat on the ground. I still want to hear it," Zhang wennian said.

Jiang Wuchen said, "the wooden bed is at least two meters wide. We can sleep together."

"Yes, just..." Zhang wennian blushed and dared not see Jiang Wuchen.

Jiang Wuchen understood and said, "I have a way."

A moment later, they slept on the wooden bed together, but between them, there was a straw mat separated from the middle. No one could see anyone, but they could hear each other.

"Is that good?" asked Jiang Wuchen.

Zhang wennian nodded excitedly, "OK, good. My next question is how to get through the acupoints? What is the best way if I encounter a dead acupoint?"

"Acupoints are the top priority of cultivation. In addition to the meridians, our body also has spiritual veins. The so-called spiritual veins are the veins in which the soul force walks around the body. There are also spiritual acupoints on them. This is a truth. I'll tell you at the same time..." Jiang Wuchen said slowly.

Before this key point was finished, Zhang wennian's subtle snoring came next to him.

"Wen Nian? Wen Nian?" Jiang Wuchen shouted twice.

Zhang wennian didn't respond. He was obviously asleep.

After speaking for a day, Jiang Wuchen felt a little thirsty. He accepted seven disciples, including BoShao. What I said to the seven people, taken together, was not as much as I said today.

In terms of guiding practice, Jiang Wuchen poured out all his money to Zhang wennian, and he was not so careful even to Xiaocui and Zheng Shao.

Jiang Wuchen treats Zhang wennian like this, not only because Zhang wennian saved her with her body, but also because of the girl's enthusiasm for spiritual knowledge and her simplicity and seriousness.

Jiang Wuchen is not Liu Xiahui. If it was not Zhang wennian but Matsushima Jixiang lying next to him, he would have rushed over and released him ruthlessly.

In the face of simple Zhang wennian, Jiang Wuchen's heart can't rise a trace of evil fire. Different women, different feelings and different moods.

At dawn the next day, the husband chicken in the village crowed a lot. Zhang wennian also lazily opened his eyes. He slept so comfortably that he felt clear-minded and full of strength in his limbs.

He looked at the environment around him, especially the straw mat, and immediately got out of bed. His clothes were very complete, indicating that Jiang Wuchen didn't do anything to her last night.

She felt a little lost in her heart, but more excited and gratified. Jiang Wuchen respected her choice and added a bit of a refined gentleman image to her image.