For a long time after that, about a month later, Wuqi has been practicing medical skills hard. Although his strength has not made much progress after breaking through to the level of an intermediate cultivator, the more Wuqi practices medical skills, the more he likes it. Because the practice of this medical skills does not consume too much physical strength, and secondly, he will not feel too tired. The only disadvantage is the way to recover from this medical skills.

Over the past month, after Wuqi's careful observation, he found that the energy used when the medical technique was activated did not belong to any type of energy he knew. The energy consumed by activating the medical technique was not the energy in the practitioner's body, but an illusory thing. In metaphor, he found that the potential of the medical technique was consumed more like a kind of potential. The potential of the human body, not any energy that can be felt.

Wuqi's strength has not improved at all after this month's hard work, and has been at the first level of an intermediate practitioner, because he does not know how to replenish this potential. It is simply invisible, intangible, and cannot even feel it. It is too illusory but real.

Because every time Wu Qi activates medical skills to replenish his exhausted self, his body can feel a cool feeling like a dragon swimming all over his body, making him very comfortable. However, this cool feeling is not the energy consumed by medical skills, but the feeling of medical skills being performed after the human body.

As for Wuqi's hands that used medical skills, except for visually seeing a tangible cloud wrapping his hands, his hands actually had no feeling at all. No matter how he touched it with his hands, there was no special feeling. The white cloud covering his palm seemed like a phantom that did not exist at all. Wuqi could only watch his hand drill into the clouds and pulled it out without feeling.

After this attempt lasted for a week, he gave up this method and continued his research and contemplation with another relatively quieter method. In order to figure out what this white cloud was, Wuqi dug out hundreds of ancient books, big and small, in his space bracelet, and carefully searched for previous records.

Three days later, he finally found the explanation of this white cloud, but unfortunately it was all difficult to understand ancient Chinese. Wuqi searched dozens of dictionaries and couldn't understand what the principle was. He could only roughly see the effect of these many white clouds.

So Wuqi had to stare at the page of the ancient book about the medical practitioner and keep looking foolishly. Hard work pays off. After three days, although he still couldn't figure out what this empty and ethereal white cloud was, he unexpectedly found a way to restore this ethereal power from a passage in this ancient book about the medical practitioner. That is to sleep.

"It's really interesting! Is the Baiyun consumed by this medical technique possible to recover by just a sleep?" After finally understanding the recovery method of medical technique in the ancient book in his hand, Wuqi couldn't help but grin.

"Since this is the case, I'll try it and have a nap." After saying that, he acted erraticly and immediately threw the book away, lay on the ground and took a nap.

It was noon, and Wuqi had just finished performing a medical technique. After a week of practice, he found that he could only use primary medical technique to restore physical strength once a day, which was obviously too few. In order to increase the number of physical recovery techniques he used every day, he had to spend so much effort to figure out the recovery method of Baiyun. Now that he has found a method, he immediately tried without hesitation.

Three days later, Wuqi's insight finally went from having a little understanding of medical techniques to a rough understanding. He found that he could only use this medical technique once a day, but if he could sleep more than six hours after use, he could recover the number of times he used again.

Although this result was not exactly the same as Wuqi's expectations, it was enough to satisfy him. After all, he knew how important the physical strength of this cultivator was in actual combat. He could completely restore the physical strength of an exhausted person, which was equivalent to having one more life than an ordinary cultivator. Although it only took one time, Wuqi was also satisfied.

Another week passed, in order to improve his strength, Wuqi conducted physical training while practicing medical skills, and carried out more rigorous practices of fighting and swordsmanship according to what he learned from the previous pages of the Ancient Scrolls. Although the progress was very small, there was no progress at all. The progress was very slow, but Wuqi still successfully improved his strength to another level.

When he finally found that his strength had been maintained at the second level of the intermediate cultivator and could no longer improve, he chose to open the page after the 14th page of the Ancient Scroll to further study and practice. This time, Wuqi's page turn speed was much faster than before, because the contents of the Ancient Scroll to the 15th, 16th and 17th pages were all martial arts that he had no interest in.

Page 15 is the seal master's technique. There is a vertical eye on the page. Wuqi was shocked when he saw this eye for the first time. It happened to be late at night, and he was not in the tree house. He had just come back from outside, and he walked and turned on page 15 curiously.

A very real eye suddenly appeared in front of him. Unlike human eyes, it was completely upright. It had no eyelids, but its eyes were circling. Wuqi suddenly felt a chill in his heart. The night wind blew, and the roar of the wind was heard in his ears like a lonely ghost. Wuqi suddenly made a cold war and shivered all over. After he shouted "Oh my God", he closed the Ancient Scroll without saying a word and ran to his residence quickly.

That night, Ye Wuqi had a nightmare of a lonely ghost asking for his life. It was not until noon the next day that he went out and saw the scorching sun in the sky and felt the warmth under the sunlight. Then he mustered up the courage to turn on the fifteenth page. This time, he saw the three big words "sealing technique" written brightly under his eyes, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm scared! I thought this page sixteenth was a monster's eye." Wuqi let out a big sigh and looked at the eyes on page fifteenth, a little curious but a little scared. He lowered his head to look closely at the sealing technique, but quickly looked away. But after he looked away, he seemed to be unwilling to give up and fell back. But as soon as his eyes swept to that eye, he immediately avoided the eyes.

In this way, in the complex inner struggle that I wanted to see and fear, Wuqi looked like a robot moving her head back and forth, constantly repeating the movement of lowering her head and shaking her head, and then lowering her head again. At first glance, people who don’t know thought that this person suddenly had a tendon on his neck.

Fortunately, there was no audience here, only He Wuqi. In the end, Wuqi's choice was to give up, because he was really a little palpitations about that eye. For some reason, he always felt that this eye seemed to be able to see through everything about him, which made him very uncomfortable. Although it was just a drawn eye, Wuqi could not completely ignore it.

So he turned the Ancient Scroll to the next page. As soon as the page 16 was opened, Wuqi smiled, "I read it right. This...the art of stealing is also a kind of cultivator? Can a thief reach a level as high as the Sword Saint Uncle?"

Not to mention Wuqi's unbelievable belief, even if the stealing technique was placed in front of the sword saint Abel and the fighting saint Ugins, they would not believe that such a poor profession could actually become a powerful person in the holy realm. But Wuqi could no longer laugh after taking a closer look at the practice of the stealing technique.

Because he found that this practice technique is not only not as inexperienced as he imagined, but also very practical. But Wuqi cannot practice it, because the first line of the art of stealing has already stated that "you must abandon any technique to practice the art of stealing and concentrate on the practice of this art. If the art of exercise is not pure, great things will not be accomplished."

"I didn't expect that this stealing technique would have such an effect. Unfortunately, I have practiced fighting skills, swordsmanship and medical skills. The techniques are too mixed and I can't practice them." He shook his head and smiled bitterly, with a hint of self-deprecating look in his eyes, and then he slowly turned the book to the next page.

Since his strength broke through the bottleneck of a junior practitioner and entered the intermediate practitioner, Wuqi's mentality has changed significantly. He is no longer as emotionally fluctuating as before, but rather has a calm heart. This is all the state of mind he has learned from the process of practicing medical skills.

The seventeenth page of the Ancient Scroll of the Nameless is very strange. There is nothing on the white paper. There is only a large regular script word "天" written in the middle. A trace of confusion flashed in Wuqi's eyes. He slowly set his sight on the word "天" that is only the size of a palm. The confusion in his eyes disappeared and he changed into a horror that he had never experienced before.

The moment his sight contacted the word "天" in contact with the word "天", he suddenly realized that the word "天" seemed to be covered by a magnifying glass with a strong degree. It suddenly magnified thousands of times in front of him. The word "天" in front of him turned into a towering word "天" that looked up and could not see the top, and could not see the bottom, and could not see the end on both sides.

After a moment, the surprise in his eyes became even stronger. He saw that the strokes that were originally just like thin lines suddenly expanded as the word "天" suddenly spread around, turning into one wall after another with no end to see. Wuqi's eyes looked at the first stroke of the word "天", and his heartbeat stopped and almost suffocated.

The first stroke of the word "Nin" composed of three parts horizontally and vertically, there are tens of thousands of large characters written on it. All of these fonts are Wuqi's serious handwriting. But what really shocked Wuqi was the content of these words. It was actually the origin of ninjutsu.

He swallowed deeply and then turned his eyes to other strokes of the word "Nin". When he saw it, he was even more stunned and completely fell into an unprecedented shock. It turned out that the other strokes of the word "Nin" were also filled with dense large characters like the first stroke, but the contents were different, including the history of ninjutsu, the types of ninjutsu, the practice methods of ninjutsu, and the way of performing ninjutsu.

In short, after Wuqi saw the word "名" that had been magnified thousands of times, he suddenly felt as if he was in a world full of various strange ninjutsu, both curious and yearning for it.

But when his eyes finally fell on the practice of ninjutsu, he couldn't help but breathe a breath, smiled bitterly and sighed: "How can such a harsh cultivation method be able to be done by humans. Swordsman and axe fighter's cultivation technique are also harsh, but compared with ninjutsu, it's simply a small witch, and it's not worth mentioning. I thought my patience had long surpassed that of ordinary people, but compared with the degree of patience needed to be achieved, it's simply a pediatrician. Forget it, I still don't practice ninjutsu, this is not a martial art that humans can practice at all. No wonder I can't see a ninjutsu now!"
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