Qeng Ho Mage

Chapter 8 Shortcuts
on the hill.

Fang Dushu sat cross-legged.

The Spring Silkworm Cauldron was floating in front of him, being manipulated by him in the air.

After half a year of sacrificial training, he has long been fused with the spring silkworm cauldron, and this tripod is now a part of his body, and he can drive it as he pleases, like an arm.

Although the spring silkworm tripod has the shape of a tripod, it is not a utensil, but a condensation of authentic text.

The true text is manifested by mana again.

So it looks like a tripod, but it is actually a law.

Since it is a spell, the Spring Silkworm Cauldron can naturally change as you wish.

When the Spring Silkworm Cauldron was first discovered in the valley, it was almost half the height of a person, but it is now shrunk down to the size of a fist by Fang Dushu.

He raised his finger to the surface of the tripod, and the body of the tripod disintegrated immediately, disintegrating into a sky full of tripod writing.

He swung his finger again, and the tripod texts changed one after another, turning into dense blue silk threads.

For half a year, Fang Dushu continued to refine the tripod wen, and every time a wen was refined, it could be transformed into silk.

All the silks can be absorbed into the body and turned into true air to nourish the body,
It can also be released outside, flying over eaves and walls, capturing and binding, with many wonderful uses.

At the same time, there are tens of thousands of silks, which are as dense as weaving, and can also be used as a cocoon to bind themselves, forming a layer of cocoon shield outside the body for protection.

In future battles with others, even if the threads are cut off, it doesn't matter, because they are spells, and they can be resumed instantly after being cut off.

Just now Fang Dushu Yusi was flying, no matter how many Qingsi he summoned, he could release and receive as he wished, as long as his mana was not exhausted, Qingsi would also be able to call continuously.

This is also the mystery of Zhongding's true method. They have all the magical powers of magic tools, but they are much more durable than magic tools.

However, these advantages of the Spring Silkworm Cauldron are all secondary.

There is only one thing that Fang Dushu really cares about.

"combine!"

He suddenly grasped his five fingers, and the dense black hair immediately reorganized into a tripod, which floated and spun for a moment, and turned into a green light that penetrated into the center of his brow, disappeared into his forehead and disappeared.

He thought to himself: "Before I retreated, my cultivation was only at the first level of the Qi training period. After practicing the Spring Silkworm True Technique, it seemed that I had been imbued with mana, which allowed me to improve my cultivation by leaps and bounds, and unexpectedly jumped to the third level of the Qi training period." .”

The Qi training period is the introduction and foundation of practice, and there are twelve small realms in total.

Estimated according to the progress of refining the cauldrons, if Fang Dushu can find the six bells and cauldrons, and successfully practice all the true methods of the bells and cauldrons, then he can directly pass the Dzogchen in the Qi training period.

This is an incomparable spiritual shortcut.

Only Fang Dushu can take this shortcut.

Thinking of this, he took out the oracle bone from his arms.

"What a sweet baby!"

It never occurred to him that the items he randomly obtained from the zombie Huatan contained immeasurable power.

Without the help of oracle bones, it would be absolutely impossible for him to master the Spring Silkworm Sutra in just half a year, and it would be even more impossible for him to hold the Spring Silkworm Cauldron.

You must know that the masterless bells and tripods in the world of cultivating immortals, the true method they evolved must be deciphered by high-level monks first.

After deducing a kung fu that can be practiced, it will be preached and taught by hand, so that the disciples in the qi training period can learn it.

However, this deduced technique cannot completely reflect the artistic conception of Zhongding, and it has its own flaws, and its power will be greatly reduced.

This kind of kung fu method has no obvious effect on improving the cultivation level, and it is commendable that it can make a monk in the qi training period improve a level of mana.

Fang Dushu has the oracle bone in his hand, and he can comprehend the essence of Zhongding's true method [-]%, which led to the rapid improvement of his cultivation base, directly rising two floors.

So he can be promoted like this, but other monks cannot.

"Next, I'm going to look for the new cauldron! But where can I find the unowned cauldron?"

He thought to himself, those aristocratic families of cultivating immortals have bells and cauldrons in their collections, but they are enshrined by the whole family. If they want to own these bells and cauldrons, they must either steal them privately or rob them openly.

Those sects of cultivating immortals also have bells and cauldrons, and there are many of them. If they can worship a certain immortal sect, they may have the opportunity to be granted inheritance.

After Fang Dushu thought about it, he planned to visit the Xianmen, and look for Fatty's clansman along the way.

With some concerns in his mind, he prepared to go back to the cave to pack his bags.

As a result, just as Jisi was about to take off, he suddenly heard a beast roar coming from afar.

He searched intently and found a black bear at the foot of the mountain, slamming into a peach tree like crazy.

It was March, which was the season when the peach trees were in bloom. Every time the black bear bumped into it, the petals fell like rain.

A blue demonic wind blew up among the trees, trying to blow the black bear away, but to no avail.

The monster wind was in the shape of a tornado, with a dark atmosphere.

Fang Dushu looked more and more familiar: "Hey, it looks like the idiot is casting a spell!"

He immediately took out the cinnabar hat, first disguised himself as a flower detective, and then fell down the mountain.

He landed directly on the top of the peach tree, pointed at the black bear and flicked his finger, and in time, a black thread flew out, wrapping around the bear's neck twice.

The black bear suddenly encountered a sneak attack, smelled the danger, turned around and ran away, but was grabbed by Qingsi, unable to let go.

It has a bad temper and has to break free from its black hair. It stands up violently and uses all its brute force to dive and run.

But it only took one step, and with a pop, the bear's head rolled to the ground, and the bear's body collapsed, and a fountain of bear blood flowed out.

"big eater?"

After tidying up the black bear, Fang Dushu aimed his gaze at Yaofeng and shouted.

When Yaofeng heard the question, he immediately blew it to the ground, turned around on the spot, and returned to his original shape.

This is a little skeleton demon covered in blue bones, kneeling on the ground, unloading the flower basket in his hands, raising his arms, and said in a young female voice: "Thank you benefactor for saving my life, slaves have no rice buckets, only fruit blue, willing Dedicated to benefactor!"

She is a banshee, not a corpse, and obviously not a fool.

Fang Dushu knew that he had misunderstood the demon.

The moth flames in the valley were so intense back then, it was impossible for the idiot to survive.

Fang Dushu just had a little bit of thought in his mind, a loyal and unparalleled minion like a rice bucket, who is easy and at ease to order, which is very rare.

He glanced at the Skeleton Banshee, and his voice turned cold and harsh: "Who are you, a servant in front of you, who has no tutor! Don't you know that this is my territory for ten miles around? Randomly break in!"

Seeing that there were peach branches in the flower basket, he reprimanded: "How dare you pick my peach blossoms and destroy my fruit seeds, and slap you away!"

"Forgive me, benefactor, don't shoot, don't shoot!"

The skeleton banshee was nervous, and said like a bean: "The maidservant came here to settle here for more than a month. She didn't understand the rules and thought it was wild trees and wild flowers, so she came to collect them. If you offend your benefactor, please be magnanimous and spare this maidservant this time. "

These words speak with knowledge and reason.

Let Fang Dushu find no excuse to continue to condemn.

He jumped off the treetop, came to the Skeleton Banshee, and took a closer look.

The banshee wore a peach blossom wreath on her head and a peach leaf dress on her body. There was not even a single piece of tatters, let alone a tribute.

Fang Dushu was about to let her go, when he caught a glimpse of a cartilage protruding from her left wrist, like a bracelet with blue patterns, he pointed to it and asked, "What is this?"

She replied: "Bone melting bracelet!"

It was indeed a bracelet.

Fang Dushu hooked his hand at her: "Take it off, let me see."

"This……"

"Why, not happy?"

"It's not that I don't like it, it's that I can't take it off!"

She anxiously said: "Grandfather, this bracelet has already melted into the slave's hand bone, it is specially used to suppress the slave's evil power, the slave has been trying to take off the bracelet, but there is nothing he can do!"

Fang Dushu was quite surprised: "So, you are a runaway slave? Where did you escape from?"

(End of this chapter)