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Qin Qian spread his hands and said, "You know, I'm the same as my father."

Qin Shuang pondered for a moment and said, "Show me that technique. Of course, if it is inconvenient, forget it."

To be honest, she was very curious about the "Pojun" technique. She wanted to know what kind of technique it was that would make a warrior stagnate until the stage of urinating Qi into the body. Qin Wudi couldn't figure it out, which doesn't mean that Qin Shuang couldn't figure it out. You have to know that she was once the peak of the martial god. She had seen countless skills.

"What's inconvenient!" Qin Qian took out a booklet from his arms and threw it to Qin Shuang.

Qinshuang took the booklet, looked down and saw two big words on it.

Pojun.

I slowly looked through the first page, thinking while flipping through it. It took half an hour to close the technique, then closed my eyes and deduce it carefully. She didn't know that Qin Qian was looking at her with expectation at this moment. After a remark with Qinshuang, he also woke up a lot of wine. Suddenly I remembered that Qinshuang had just read the Shadowless Sword practiced by Ouyang Qing and realized the realm of great success, which shows that Qinshuang's comprehension is amazing. Maybe Qinshuang can really see something from this technique.

About half an hour passed, Qin Shuang opened her eyes, turned her head and saw that she was startled, and hurriedly moved her upper body back and said:

"Why are you so close to me?"

Qin Qian's expression was expectant and nervous, "Shuang'er, have you seen something? Can you help me?"

Qin Shuang asked with some uncertainty in her expression: "Have you tried to impact the Tongmai period?"

"Yeah!" Qin Qian nodded, and said with pain: "I tried it many times, and I tried it once yesterday. The process was so painful, but I still couldn't open a meridian."

"But the spiritual power is not bound and it bumps into the meridians, and it cannot form a force that will impact the meridians?"

"Yes! Yes!" Qin Qian nodded repeatedly, the expectation in his eyes became even stronger.

Qin Shuang fell into deep thought, and Qin Qian held his breath and looked at Qin Shuang with anticipation.

"According to my deduction, the first level of this "Pojun" is the Tongmai period. The warrior who practices the "Pojun" technique has tempered his body into a battlefield during his previous practice. I believe that your body strength and strength have surpassed your own cultivation, right?"

"Yes!" Qin Qian's eyes lit up: "Shuang'er, have you found a way?"

"Since you have tempered your body into a battlefield, then those spiritual particles are soldiers, and a group of disordered soldiers can only defeat the battle, and a group of disordered spiritual power will naturally not be able to condense into a rope and open the meridians. So, what you have to do is to become the commander of these soldiers, like the commander of the soldiers, to make those spiritual power orderly, and naturally open the meridians. According to my speculation, if you can really do this, the military edges formed by those spiritual power will be more effective in opening meridians than the spiritual power cultivated by ordinary warriors, and the power is sharper."

Qin Qian fell into deep thought and asked after about a few breaths: "Doesn't ordinary warriors need to twist their spiritual power into a rope?"

"Different!" Qin Shuang shook her head and said, "They did not temper their bodies into a battlefield before the Tongmai period, so their spiritual power will not be as restless as in your body and will be relatively gentle. Therefore, they do not need to command spiritual power, they only need to guide them, and those spiritual power will follow his guidance and run in the meridians. But you are different. To put it simply, the spiritual power in ordinary people is equivalent to ordinary people and is very gentle. As long as they guide them, they will follow the direction. The spiritual power in your body is like a soldier, much more unruly. This requires you to command them first, otherwise it will be a mess, causing harm to your body, and you don't even think about opening the meridians."

"How can I do it?"

"If you want to control the spiritual power in your body, you must understand the mystery of Pojun. Only by understanding the mystery of Pojun can you control the spiritual power of Pojun in your body."

"Teng!" Qin Qian stood up and said suddenly: "I will join the army tomorrow."

Qin Shuang shook her head and said, "There is no war on the border now, what will you understand if you go? And... I think this book "Pojun" is a master-level martial art, I am afraid that this small conflict between our kingdoms and kingdoms will not be of great help to you. Maybe it takes you ten years or even decades to understand the mystery of Pojun. Only that kind of war between large kingdoms, preferably a war between two empires, will be helpful to you. Maybe just experience it once, you will suddenly realize it..."

Speaking of this, Qin Shuang suddenly became quiet. Qin Qian also stood there blankly, with a look of disappointment in his eyes.

yes!

Where can I find the war between the two empires now?

"Maybe I can help you!"

Qin Shuang suddenly said slowly, her eyes flashing with brilliance. Qin Qian's body trembled, and she suddenly turned around and poked out her hands to grab Qin Shuang's shoulders, and said urgently:

"Shuang'er, help me."

"Qin Qian, I remember that I once drew a painting of the blood-colored plain battle spiritual patterns on the Confucian Academy celebration, and later gave it to your grandfather..."

Qin Qian's expression moved: "You think that painting can help me?"

"Yeah!" Qin Shuang smiled and nodded, "That was the most tragic war between the two empires. My painting perfectly showed that war. With the help of the realistic effect of the spiritual pattern painting, you will definitely understand it.

By the way, your grandfather took the painting home and didn't show it to you? Didn't you understand it?"

Qin Qian's expression was stunned, and then he became depressed.

"What's wrong?" Qin Shuang asked with some concern: "Is it because my deduction is wrong? You didn't understand it in the spiritual pattern painting of the Battle of Blood Plain? That's why I deduction is wrong..."

Qin Shuang couldn't help but frowned tightly, and was about to deduce "Pojun" again, when Qin Qian's voice was heard in his ears:

"No! Grandpa didn't take the painting back at all. On his way back to the capital from Lucheng, he met an old friend. This man was once a man my grandfather knew in the imperial capital. Now he is in the realm of a martial god. He has experienced the Battle of the Blood Plain. He happened to travel around to the Firing Moon Kingdom, so the painting was asked by the martial god. When my father came back, he looked regretful."

"That's good!" Qin Shuang couldn't help but feel relieved when she heard that the painting of the spiritual pattern of the battle was not a blood-colored plain. But when Qin Qian heard it, he hurriedly said:

"What's so good! No, I have to go find my grandfather and ask him to go to the imperial capital to get the painting back."

After saying that, he stood up and hurried outside. Seeing that Qin Qian was about to walk to the gate of the yard, Qin Shuang said leisurely:

"You are stupid! The author of that painting is sitting here..."

Qin Qian seemed to be fixed there in an instant, and he was still holding his foot in the air, then he rotated and rushed to Qin Shuang in two steps. His big hands were rubbed in front of him, and his face turned red. Qin Shuang looked at him with a smile, wanting to see how he would speak, but when he saw Qin Qian's face gradually became serious, he no longer had expectations, and even said dullly:

"Shuang'er, help me!"

The smile on Qinshuang's face also restrained and became serious. She knew that Qin Qian's expression proved his expectation, and she probably made some decision in her heart. The atmosphere between the two of them had become serious and solemn, but Qinshuang didn't want Qinshuang to bear too much because of this and was too grateful to herself. She had also been decadent, so she understood this mood in particular and smiled, wanting to make the atmosphere relaxed.

"Qinqian, of course I will help you. We are both wasteful people. Who would I help you? Wasteful people will help wasteful people! One day, our waste duo will blind the eyes of the world."

Qin Qian's eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously and said, "Yes, one day, our waste duo will stand at the peak of martial arts and step on all the geniuses under his feet."

Qin Shuang stood up from the steps, thinking about walking inside the house and said, "I agreed that in the waste duo, I want to be the big boss, you are the second brother."

"Why?" Qin Qian followed behind and said, "I am older than you, I am your cousin, so of course I am the big waste, you are the second waste."

Qin Shuang suddenly stopped and looked back at Qin Qian, who also looked at Qin Shuang, and then the two of them laughed loudly.

"Hahaha……"

Qin Shuang came to the room and said to Qin Qian: "Carry out the dining table and I'll get the tools."

"Okay!"

After a while, Qin Shuang had already walked out with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Qin Qian had already packed the big dining table. Qin Shuang spread the spiritual pattern paper on the table, then mixed the cinnabar, and finally picked up the spiritual pattern pen. Qin Qian stood aside and did not dare to move, even breathing was very light, watching Qin Shuang's spiritual pattern pen quickly draw on the paper...

It took more than an hour for Qin Shuang to put down the spiritual pattern brush and look at her painting. Qin Shuang's eyes showed satisfaction. She found that after she entered the third-level spiritual pattern master, she had improved her control over the spiritual pattern painting again. She turned around and looked at Qin Qiandao:

"Have you sobered up?"

"You wait!"

Qin Qian also knew that the first understanding was the most important, but he didn't want to delay time, so he ran towards the yard, picked up the bucket, threw it into the well, dug a bucket of well water, and poured it down.

“Wow…”

Qin Qian was soaked all over, but he was completely awake, and then strode to Qin Shuang and said:

"Shuang'er, I'm ready."

Qin Shuang nodded, then injected the power of his soul. The villa disappeared, and an endless battlefield appeared. The sky became dark, the earth became blood red, and the plain that spread thousands of miles into a huge meat grinder...

Qin Qian's decadent look gone, his clothes were windless, his eyes revealed a sharp light, and his hands were tightly held together. Because he tried too hard, his fingers were white, and his whole person exuded a high fighting spirit. His face was full of sharpness, and his eyes showed his desire for battle.

The battle in the painting realm became more and more tragic, and the horn of charge continued to sound. No one gave up or escaped the entire battlefield. Everyone was charging towards the other party, and their unyielding will fluctuated in space.
Chapter completed!