Qeng Ho Mage

Chapter 7 Trained into Spider-Man
Fang Dushu cleaned up the battlefield and did not stay in the valley for long.

Taking advantage of the bright sky, he traveled and explored among the mountains, intending to find a secluded place suitable for seclusion and cultivation.

last night.

Fang Dushu was still in a hurry to leave Liangjie Mountain, and went to look for Fatty's people outside the mountain.

But now he has changed his mind.

This world is not peaceful, it can be said that there are dangers and dangers everywhere.

Must practice supernatural powers as soon as possible to defend himself.

If Fang Dushu didn't get the Spring Silkworm Cauldron, he would look for relatives for asylum.

Now that he has the Spring Silkworm Cauldron, he must first practice the true method on the cauldron, after all, it is better to ask for others than to ask for oneself.

After a half-day trek.

He stopped by a small stream.

"It's here!"

There are wild peach trees growing on the bank of the stream, stretching for several miles. The peach fruits are in the ripe season and can be collected and stored in the cave.

This creek flows between the mountains, so it is not difficult to find the mountain to open a cave.

The key is that the stream is deep and there are so many fish that they can be caught as food.

It is said that it is easy for monks to eat the wind and drink the dew, but Fang Dushu's cultivation level is too low to reach this level.

He needs to think about real life.

There is clean water and sufficient food here, so it is not a problem to live here for three to five months.

On the night of settling down, Fang Dushu arranged a big meal for himself.

He roasted a hare first, but he didn't feel much after eating it. Maybe it was because the valley was too overdrawn and needed to replenish his strength. He ate another three catties of peach fruit and five fat fish.

After eating and drinking, I remembered: "Didn't I want to lose weight?"

Uh, talk about it tomorrow!

He chose a peach tree nearby, built a thatched hut around the branches of the tree, and had a good night's sleep.

The next day began to dig holes to build the mansion.

Because he doesn't plan to settle down for a long time, he doesn't pay much attention to the design of the cave.

He dug a cave on the mountainside, built a stone gate, and moved in that day.

Since then, he has started his tireless practice life.

In the valley that night, he used the oracle bone to decipher the secret formula of Spring Silkworm Cauldron.

After the tripod was untied, the Spring Silkworm Ding evolved into about [-] Xingdou Dingwen.

These tripod writings are the real method of spring silkworms.

Fang Dushu continued to use the old method, holding the oracle bone to observe the text, the effect was still the same.

Every time he observes a character, it will be transformed into a ghost by the oracle bone, and it will be rehearsed in his mind.

The difference is that when he watched the Jieding formula, what he practiced was the shadow of his palm.

This time the rehearsal is the silhouette.

It was as if someone cast a spell in his mind, and every move was clearly demonstrated for him to observe.

Moreover, the movements of the palm shadow are simple and the duration is short.

That night in the valley, it took him less than an hour from the initial viewing to the complete comprehension of the Jieding formula, and he was able to perform it proficiently.

But the movement of the figure was complicated and lasted for a long time. It took him an hour just to observe a tripod inscription.

When he mastered the essence of casting spells on the first tripod inscription, he wondered in his heart: "It takes me an hour to practice one word, but how long will it take if I perfect all the two thousand tripod inscriptions?"

He made a rough calculation, and was surprised to find that even if he didn't eat or drink, and stayed in the cave for twelve hours a day to practice hard, it would still take half a year.

This is just a conservative estimate, and it is impossible for him to stay focused all the time.

If it takes half a day to practice, and half a day to be distracted and busy with other things, you must live in Dongfu for at least one year.

"I have to combine work and rest. I can't practice all night. Staying up late hurts my kidneys."

After Fang Dushu evaluated the practice cycle of Spring Silkworm's True Technique, he made a practice plan for himself. This is also a habit he developed in his previous life. Before doing anything, he first made a list of steps.

But he is a fan of the authorities, what is he practicing?The true method of cultivating immortals!

What does Xiuxian do?live forever!How could it be possible to survive the strain!

It's also because he has just traveled through time, he hasn't changed his thinking and concept in his previous life, and he hasn't understood the mysteries of this world of cultivating immortals for the time being.

However, his ability to adapt is quite fast.

After only seven days, he realized that the practice plan was useless.

After he practiced for a full week, he found that a surge of magic power had thickened in his body, flowing along the eight extraordinary meridians.

He didn't know where this mana came from, but he could deeply feel the cleansing effect of mana on the body.

Make his senses sharper and his body stronger.

Especially after he practiced all night, he didn't feel tired, and he was still alive and well without closing his eyes for three or five days.

Now that the body is getting stronger and stronger, there is no need to rest.

Fang Dushu would only leave the cave mansion except when supplying food, and he would stay at home during the rest of the time, devoting himself to the study of Spring Silkworm Dingwen.

There are no years in the mountains.

Flash past half a year.

It was early autumn in September when Fang Dushu came here to retreat.

In a blink of an eye, autumn goes and winter comes, and after winter, spring comes.

The season of warm spring in March.

The mountains and plains are full of greenery and flowers, vitality is everywhere, and everything seems to be full of vitality.

On this day, Fang Dushu suddenly opened the cave door flooded by weeds and vines.

He has not been out of the cave for a long time.

When he came outside the door, his image had changed drastically.

His hair was disheveled and covered with dirt, his beard covered his cheeks, and his long beard hung down to his neck, almost covering his face. His brocade robe was dark and tattered, slovenly, like a beggar living in a barren mountain.

But he didn't care about these things. There was always a gentle smile on his face, full of joy and happiness.

"Today is a beautiful day!"

It was afternoon and the sky was clear.

It's a good time to stretch your muscles.

Fang Dushu looked far away, fixed on the willow tree with crooked neck on the opposite hill.

He breathed internal energy, raised his right arm, aimed at the willow tree, and then moved the mana to his wrist, "Go!"

With a stretch of five fingers, there was a soft chirping sound, and a slender, crystal-clear black thread shot out from his wrist at an extremely fast speed, like a flash of lightning, and shot to the top of the mountain in an instant.

After approaching the willow tree, the black silk is like a spring silkworm cocooning or a spider building a web. It differentiates into several thread ends, wraps around the tree trunk, and binds it firmly.

Fang Dushu grasped the blue silk with his palms, and pulled it back first. This silk thread, which was hundreds of feet long across the two mountains, immediately became extremely straight.

It was also full of elasticity, Fang Dushu clasped his fingers, and his body buzzed and trembled immediately.

But the fire is still not enough.

Fang Dushu took a deep breath.

He took a few steps back, and continued to pull back the blue silk, making the whole silk body full of tight tension.

When this force accumulated to its peak, the silk body retracted violently, bursting out with an incomparably strong traction force, pulling him away from the mountainside and bouncing him high into the sky.

When his feet left the ground, he felt as light as a swallow. After somersaulting in the air, he had already reached the top of the opposite mountain.

It's a pity that this was his first bounce. Due to his lack of experience, he didn't grasp the angle when he landed.

"Come again!"

He wasn't depressed at all, on the contrary, he practiced exhilaratingly.

First look for entanglements on the top of the mountain, and then perform the power again.

"I have a trace of my left hand!"

He followed the words, the black hair instantly rose from his wrist, pierced through the air and rushed to the peak on the left, directly entangled the cone-shaped mountain top.

"My right hand is on the line!"

The mountain on the right was a little low, so he wrapped the black silk around the tree trunk to keep the two sides parallel.

"let's go!"

He kicked his feet and swooped down from the top of the mountain.

Like swinging on a swing, he first fell to the surface, then threw it up, and soared into the sky.

This jump, he spanned two miles in one breath, and finally landed firmly on a hill.

The refreshing feeling of flying into the air is really hearty.

On a whim, he possessed himself again, posing as a Spider-Man.

"Should I be called Silkworm Man?" he thought to himself.

(End of this chapter)