Mingyue of the Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/   The latest work of Xiangnan Xiaoxiaosheng! "Qiu Ming, props seem to know nothing about practice, they are completely absorbing the power of the moon by instinct." The nine-colored deer stood aside, tilting her head to look at the props.

After reminding the Nine Colored Deer, Qiu Ming also remembered that there really was no way to practice props. If props can transform into shapes, then they can practice the Shangqing lineage.

When the Shangqing lineage came to pay tribute, eighty percent of them became aliens. For example, Laozi, Yuanshi Tianzun and others, there were very few aliens under their sects.

Once, there was an alien immortal named Shen Gongbao under Yuanshi Tianzun's sect. It is said that he became an immortal with a cloud leopard, but he was eventually removed from the Chan Sect and joined the Jie Sect.

In this regard, the Analects are much more stringent than the human education of Lao Tzu. Yuanshi Tianzun even had no mount, but traveled in the Nine Dragon Agarwood Chariot, which was a car pulled by nine five-clawed golden dragons, and the trumpets looked higher.

If you meet Xiaotian Dog in the future, you might really ask how Xiaotian Dog practices. However, even if Xiaotian Dog knows the method, it may not be suitable for props. After all, Xiaotian Dog is the only dog ​​beast in the world, or has evolved acquired.

The Nine-Colored Deer also has a method of practice, which belongs to the instinct passed down from the bloodline and cannot be passed on to props at all.

Without a good method of practice, you can only accumulate slowly through years of practice. The efficiency is too low, and it is no wonder that those monsters are always willing to use the years of practice to measure their strength.

If Sun Wukong had no method of practicing, his cultivation would never have improved so quickly in a short period of time and became one of the seven great saints.

Is there any method of practice that not only affects the speed of practice, but also has a great impact on combat effectiveness. Which of the seven great saints does not have a method of practice? The Bull Demon King will also change seventy-two times. It is about the same age as them, and even has a longer practice than them, but many of them cannot beat them.

If you can meet a monk from the demon clan, you can ask for advice. Of course, it is better to have the most suitable technique. If not, you can accept it even if you have some.

After three hours, the power of the moon became less and less, and the props did not know how to practice, so they could not condense more power of the moon. Finally, they stopped worshiping the moon.

"Props, you have to learn to restrain your breath, just like the nine-colored deer, which is impossible to tell that you are powerful."

The prop showed a cute smile. Is this enough?

Qiu Ming shook his head, OK, it seems that he still doesn't understand the props. Most people will naturally not notice other things when they see props like this, and they may not even notice them.

But for monks, especially those who can sense aura, they choose to feel the other party's aura at the beginning to judge the other party's strength, which has nothing to do with what the other party looks like.

The nine-colored deer suddenly released a trace of momentum beside him, and the props quickly took several steps back, looking at the nine-colored deer with horror. Just now, it felt like the nine-colored deer was about to eat it.

"Did you see it? You have to find a way to control it. Don't let people see that you are a master. Oh, no, it's Gao Gou. In this way..." Qiu Ming began to tell the props the principle of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

When he returned home, Qiu Ming was still asking props to try hard. When props can master this, they can be called a demon.

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"Son, what are Prots doing? Why do you seem listless?" Qiu Chongshan was a little confused. Didn't this little guy always look energetic?

It's time to go for a walk in the morning. In the past, props were very active every day, but why are you a little nauseous today? He also looked at props and seemed to want to do something, tilting his head and facing the light on the roof.

"Dad, the props can absorb the power of the moon. Last time you said something was wrong with one day. That day was also a full moon, right?"

"It's just a little bit bad. The props are absorbed by instinct, nourishing their flesh and blood, making them stronger, but their efficiency is too low, and their breath is easy to leak."

"I'm thinking about letting the props restrain their breath and better control their power, so that they can absorb the power of the moon faster next time they absorb the power of the moon."

Can the props absorb the power of the moon?! Qiu Chongshan was also very surprised when he heard this news.

He had seen monsters before and knew that monsters would absorb the power of moonlight to practice, but they had never been associated with the abnormality of props.

Are all monsters who look very fierce? The props look so confusing. But after he felt it now, he realized that the props are indeed different.

"Forget it, I see that the props are good like this. When it gets bigger, you will naturally understand."

How big is the prop? Which monster has not been able to learn from hundreds of years of practice? The prop is less than one year old.

Being able to do these at less than one year old also proves that the props are of extraordinary talent, is it because of the pills my son gave them, or because of that strange bone?

Qiu Ming found that his requirements for props were indeed too high. Not only were the props very small, but the thin spiritual energy in the real world was also a very important reason. Under such conditions, it was very difficult for props to evolve to such a level.

"Okay, maybe I have given it too high a requirement, let it do this first. Props, go play, try it slowly in the future, and my dad will also give you a solution." Qiu Ming thought about it, how old is the Nine-Colored Deer? He may not have props as powerful as he was when he was a child.

Qiu Chongshan then took the props downstairs and threw away the garbage.

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In the garbage dump, many wild cats and dogs are foraging. Flipping through garbage is their easiest way to get food because they are dirty. Even if they want to be cute, few people are willing to get close to them.

A dirty cat approached a gray garbage bag, and it smelled a smell of food here, and the smell was a bit strange, which attracted it particularly.

When he used his paws to tear open the garbage bag, the smell became stronger, as if there was a bloody smell. It lowered its head and ate quickly.

After eating, it suddenly began to let out a shrill wail, and a lot of blood oozed out of its body, which scared many wild cats and dogs that didn't dare to get close, and felt that this piece suddenly became very dangerous.

The screams became smaller and weaker. The white cat, which was originally dirty, had its hair stuck together and became even more dirty.

"Kitten, what's wrong with you?" A scavenger came to pick up the garbage and saw the dying cat. If it weren't for its chest rising and falling, he would even think it was dead.

"Are you bullied by other cats or by other dogs? Let's go, I'll find a place to wash you, hoping you can survive."

The scavenger picked up the cat. What he didn't notice was that the cat had opened its eyes and its breathing became stronger and stronger...
Chapter completed!