Guide to the Empress becoming a God

Chapter 695 If you want to wear its crown, you must bear its weight

Those disciples of Baiwu Temple only saw Yanyan's current cultivation, these people were like white snow on the branches, only a touch of snow was better than Bai Meikong.

And people like them can't see the true extraordinary ability in Yanyan.

Yan Yan is like the white plum on the proud branch, with a faint fragrance and a profound fragrance.
Those short-sighted disciples of the White Mist Palace would never imagine what kind of brilliant future they would have with a suzerain like Yanyan...

But Deng Wenming was also a little puzzled.

He knew that Yanyan's goal was to return to the ruins, before that, it was impossible for her to settle down.

That being the case, why does she want the little-known sect of Baiwu Palace?

At this moment, Yan Yan, who puzzled everyone, was sitting in front of the desk on the second floor of Yulan Building.

In front of her, a long white scroll was spread out, and a pair of pictures of the exercises of the White Mist Palace were vividly drawn on the paper by her in the form of sketches...

The time in the Sumeru Realm and the Mountain and Sea Realm are always consistent, and the sky is turning white unconsciously...

Only the carbon rod, which was less than half a finger long, was lightly thrown by Yan Yan, drawing a beautiful parabola in the air, and falling on the table behind.

Yanyan clapped her hands, and crossed her arms to admire Yisu's work.

There are a total of 72 pictures on the long scroll.

The first sixty pictures, each set of four, are exactly the four steps of starting, inheriting, turning, and combining, which are separated one by one from the fifteen moves of Baiwu Temple.

The remaining twelve are the formulas of the White Mist Formation.

If everyone in Baiwu Palace were here at this moment, they would be stunned by Yan Yan's painting.

No one would have expected that she would memorize every single move.

That's right, in fact, Yanyan herself also memorized those moves, but she is not sure whether her memory is accurate, she needs to ask Canghua for verification.

After all, such things as exercises can't be sloppy, if they are even a little bit off, they will be wrong by thousands of miles.

When she was on Earth, Yanyan's memory was very impressive, she could almost achieve a photographic memory.

Now that his cultivation has reached the Golden Core stage, his eyesight, hearing, and memory have also increased exponentially.

In particular, what Yanyan possesses is the power of space, and her keen observation ability is many times better than that of monks of the same level.

Almost all things are in the process of running and standing still, or between coherent or intermittent actions, even if only one brain nerve is thinking, it will cause subtle fluctuations in time and space.

As long as time and space fluctuate, Yanyan will feel it.

Therefore, ordinary monks may not be able to perceive many small movements, but they cannot escape Yanyan's detection.

Canghua's memory is accomplished by relying on his powerful divine power.

And Yanyan's sky-defying memory is entirely due to her special space power attribute.

However, this method was taught by Canghua, and she began to ponder and learn it.

All divine realms more or less know some space-based spells.

After reading the drawn exercises one by one, Yanyan snapped her fingers handsomely, and the ten-meter-long scroll in front of her was automatically rolled into a scroll.

Stretching out her hand to hold the scroll in her hand, Yan Yan jumped out of the window and landed lightly on the altar.

She lowered her head, facing Shang Canghua's long eyes that were more beautiful than Yangchun Baixue.

Holding the scroll together, Yanyan made a playful salute to Canghua: "Yanyan, the patriarch of the White Mist Palace, came to ask for advice, and I hope that the emperor will not hesitate to give me advice!"

Before Cang Hua could speak, there was a sound of "ding ding ding ding..." from the side.

Yan Yandai frowned, and looked sideways: "Lie Shanding, I have been thinking about putting some noise-reducing rubber leather covers on your four short legs. The sound of your walking is too affecting people's emotions. Deng Wenming can actually Tolerate you for so long!"

"Ding ding ding ding... Yan girl, you despise me, Lao Ding, before you become suzerain?"

"I can tell you, when you become the suzerain of the White Mist Palace, there will be many places where you can use my old tripod. Which sect in the world doesn't make alchemy? Which sect doesn't take drugs? Then you don't Crying and begging me, hum!"

Yan Yan giggled, and flicked her slender fingers on the forehead of the animal face carved on Lie Shanding's body, making a metallic "ding" sound: "I don't think I despise you, it's not because I'm afraid that you will walk away every day." Lu Duo, you shortened the legs of this tripod."

"After all, you are made of iron, and unlike us, who have long meat, you have to go back to the furnace when it is shortened. Aren't you most afraid of going back to the furnace?"

The animal eyes on Lie Shanding's body suddenly stared round: "Well, that makes sense! Where's Sisi? Tomorrow I'll ask Sisi to bring me a pair of shoes, one with a layered sole..."

Sisi poked her head out of her own small embroidery building, with a look of contempt: "Come on, have you ever seen that stove with shoes on? I'll give you two yuan to turn your head and it's over."

Lie Shanding: "Can it be the same? Those stoves can't go, I can go, of course I have to wear shoes!"

Sisi: "Okay, but you have no feet, why don't you let Dijun put you back into the furnace first, pinch out four feet for you, and then I will make shoes for you, let alone those with layered soles? Embroidered shoes are fine!"

This time, even A Xiang led the cutting and sewing staff to be amused.

As soon as he heard that it was going to be returned to the furnace again, Lie Shanding immediately fell silent.

Ding dong ding dong turned back again, still muttering: "Forget it, in order to wear a shoe and go back to the furnace to reforge, is my Lie Shanding so stupid? Just make do with this leg , it's really too short to say..."

Yanyan, Sisi and Ah Xiang couldn't help laughing.

While everyone was chatting and joking, Canghua had already carefully read the exercise diagrams drawn by Yanyan.

Holding a high-grade pill in his hand, Deng Wenming came to have a look at Canghua. Seeing the long scroll floating in front of Canghua, he was puzzled and asked, "Since there is a projection wall, why bother to paint it stroke by stroke?" ?”

Yanyan shook her head: "Light moves the eyes, which is completely different from the kung fu shared by hands and eyes. Once the painting is on the paper, it needs to repeatedly trace thousands of faces in my mind. I drew these 72 pictures, and I have pondered 70,000 exercises in my mind." Taels thousands of times. Even if you haven't started it yet, you have understood the essentials."

Deng Wenming had just realized it, and couldn't help admiring Yanyan's hard work, but couldn't help pity: "With the emperor's advice, why do you bother yourself so much?"

Yanyan smiled lightly: "If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight."

What she said was calm and breezy, but Deng Wenming heard it as if he was looking up at a mountain.

Even Aji, who had been sitting on the alchemy platform not far away, looked over here in a daze.

Yanyan often casually said a word, which made them realize for a long time...

At this moment, everyone heard Canghua who had been silent all this time slowly say: "There is no need to worry about this set of exercises for nothing, just talk about the shortcomings in this set of exercises that you have seen."

Everyone, including Lie Shanding, was stunned.

Even if Yanyan has mastered this set of exercises?
But she hasn't even gone through the moves, is this going to be insufficient?
Just draw a picture and learn it, how can you let the people in the White Mist Temple live!
The corner of Yan Yan's lips curled up, and the teacup she was holding suddenly flew out, and the tea spilled from the cup instantly evaporated into a white mist.

In the misty white mist, Yan Yan's figure was like clouds rolling and relaxing, directly attacking Canghua who was sitting on the opposite side.

(End of this chapter)