Those golden energy seeped into his Torso Bone bones, replacing and strengthening the original bones bit by bit.
Light Soul Power has the same origin as this piece of Spirit Bone, and the absorption process is surprisingly smooth.
There is no rejection, no pain, just a sense of harmony.
The light gradually faded, and information about the two skills flooded into his mind.
(Light Praise, this skill can heal most external injuries and ordinary internal injuries. It also has a certain dispersal effect on negative conditions such as poisoning and curses. It is an absolute healing skill)
"There is another Soul Bone Skill, Holy Light Resurrection?"
He was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes burst into uncontrollable ecstasy.
"Resurrection, this is the real resurrection skill."
As long as the body is not seriously damaged, he can bring people back from the brink of death.
After using it once, you need to wait three days before using it again.
"Three days, three days can change a life, it's worth it."
The curve of the corners of his mouth could not be suppressed.
Resurrection Armor, who can be unhappy with one more Resurrection Armor?
But the smile did not last long. He looked inside his body, sensed the operation of Soul Power, and sighed slightly.
"Level 98, we are still one level away from level ninety-nine."
"Sure enough, the final peak cannot be achieved by just absorbing Spirit Bone."
He stood up and stretched his muscles.
Golden light naturally emanates from the torso, echoing his Angel Martial Soul, and the whole person is enveloped in a faint halo.
Level ninety-nine is not something that happens overnight, but today, he is satisfied enough.
The sky gradually darkened.
After Qian Xunji walked out of Dean's Office, he went straight to the Pope Palace, ready to tell Bibi Dong this good news.
In the Pope Palace, Bibi Dong is standing up from behind the desk, preparing to leave.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, she raised her head, saw the person coming, raised the corners of her mouth, and then suppressed it again, assuming the airs of the pope.
"What a courage."
She sat back on the chair, crossed her legs, and looked at him condescendingly.
"What, what's wrong?"
Qian Xunji was suddenly yelled at and was a little confused.
"What else is wrong? You don't even bow to the Pope when you see him?"
Qian Xunji looked at her pretending to be majestic, adjusted her robe cooperatively, knelt down on one knee, and lowered her head.
"See His Holiness the Pope."
Bibi Dong stood up and walked to him.
The hem of the golden skirt brushed his knees. She stretched out her hand, put her fingertips against his chin, and lifted it gently.
"Well--"
She studied his face as if examining a courtier who had come to see him.
"This is a good ceremony. I am very satisfied."
"Is there any reward for His Holiness the Pope?"
"Reward?"
Bibi Dong raised his eyebrows, leaned down, and gently pressed his lips to his.
She closed her eyes, stretched out her lilac tongue, and gently licked his lips.
Then she stepped away and looked at him condescendingly, with the corners of her mouth raised.
"Are you satisfied with this reward?"
"Satisfied."
"So satisfied."
Bibi Dong bent down and whispered in his ear, "Well--just follow me to pick up your beloved daughter."
She straightened up and stretched out her hand.
Qian Xunji took her hand and stood up. The two of them intertwined their fingers and walked out Pope Palace side by side.
"Where is Xiao Xue playing?"
Bibi Dong walked briskly and took his hand and shook it.
"At Training Ground."
"Hmm? Training Ground?"
"Why where?"
"Just go and take a look and you'll find out."
"Okay, Dong'er I have good news for you."
"What?"
"That's it..."
In Training Ground, there are several wooden stakes standing around.
In the center of the field, a small figure was holding a Wooden Sword and gesticulating gracefully.
Qian Renxue wears two small crotch straps, wearing golden trousers and long coat, holding the Wooden Sword that Bi Dashan made for her, and standing in front of her is Qian Daoliu.
The old man stood with his hands behind his back, his posture casual, and only one hand occasionally raised to guide her movements.
"Raise your wrist a little higher."
Qian Renxue immediately lifted Wooden Sword up.
"It's not raising your hand, it's turning your wrist."
Qian Daoliu bent down, pinched her little wrist with two fingers, and turned it gently.
Qian Renxue's little hand turned at an angle, and Wooden Sword drew an arc in the sunset.
"Yes, that's it." Qian Daoliu let go of his hand, "Try to stab it out."
Qian Renxue naturally and flexibly took a step forward with his short leg, and Wooden Sword thrust it out straight.
"Take it back and stab it again."
She stabbed again.
"Come again."
The third sword.
"Come again."
Qian Daoliu nodded and picked up a small Wooden Sword from the side. It was one size smaller than the one he demonstrated before. It was obviously specially prepared for Qian Renxue.
"Look, this move is called Immortal Pointing the Way."
"Start the hand - the tip of the sword points diagonally to the ground, and the wrist is relaxed."
He flipped his wrist, lifted Wooden Sword from bottom to top, and then pointed the tip of the sword straight ahead.
"When you get in front of your opponent, you turn your wrist and the tip of the sword is pointed at his chest."
He slowed down and did it again.
Qian Renxue looked at him and nodded.
She clenched the Wooden Sword in her hand, imitating his example, pointing the sword tip diagonally at the ground and relaxing her wrist.
Then he flipped his little wrist and lifted Wooden Sword from bottom to top, drawing an arc in the air with the sword tip pointed straight ahead.
Qian Daoliu took half a step back, passed the tip of the sword, and his eyes lit up.
"This move is called Child Worshipping Buddha. The tip of the sword is upward, and the sword is held in both hands."
He held the sword in both hands, pointed the tip of the sword to the sky, took a sudden step forward, and the sword fell from top to bottom. "When you chop down, your waist should follow."
Qian Renxue followed his example, holding the sword with both hands, pointing the tip of the sword to the sky, taking a step forward with his short legs, turning his waist, and Wooden Sword fell from top to bottom.
Qian Daoliu nodded with satisfaction and taught her the third move.
"This move is called Su Qin Carrying the Sword. The sword changes from the right hand to the left hand and is carried behind the back."
As soon as he let go of his right hand, Wooden Sword spun around in the air, caught it with his left hand, came out from behind and stabbed to the side, "Change hands quickly, don't hesitate."
Qian Renxue shifted Wooden Sword to his left hand, put it behind his back, held the hilt of the sword awkwardly with his little hand, then came out from behind and stabbed to the side.
The movement was half a beat slow, but every step was correct.
Qian Daoliu looked at the little man in front of him who was no higher than his knees and was silent for a moment.
"Xiao Xue is so smart. It took your father three days to learn this trick when he was a child."
"You will know it after reading it once."
"Well, come again, grandpa."
"Okay."
Next to Training Ground, Qian Xunji and Bibi Dong stood there, looking at them for who knows how long.
Qian Renxue caught a glimpse of the two figures out of the corner of his eye, and a smile immediately broke out on his face.
She put away Wooden Sword and ran towards them on her short legs.
"Mom! Dad!"
Bibi Dong squatted down, picked her up, and wiped the sweat on her forehead with his sleeves.
"How was your practice?"
Qian Renxue hugged her neck, her little face full of pride.
"Grandpa said I'm very talented!"
Qian Daoliu came up from behind, with a rare emotion on his face.
"Xiao Xue is incredible."
Qian Xunji asked, "How to say?"
"I'll demonstrate once and she'll know how to do it."
"Immortal Pointing the Way, Child Worshipping Buddha, Su Qin Carrying the Sword, three sword moves, each move is correct."
"Although the movements are still unfamiliar, every joint and every angle is exactly the same as what I did."
Qian Renxue was lying on Bibi Dong's shoulder. Hearing grandpa's praise, his little face became even more proud.
"Is it difficult? It's all very simple."
What she said was true.
Her natural talent is different from ordinary people, and coupled with the memory of her previous life, these basic sword moves are just a review of what she has practiced in her previous life.
How difficult can it be to review the past and learn something new?