Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 121 Cursing, I am the best at it
It took more than three months to forge all the smelted materials at hand into magic weapons, and boldly tried his newly learned five-element inscription method, which was a huge waste. With his profound soul and luck, he refined a seal carving The inscription's fire element is the ultimate magic weapon.

Other magic tools added with different spiritual materials have been refined into five types.

Each piece is a fine product that surpasses ordinary instruments.

Chen Mou spent most of his time in the small island yard, drinking tea and chatting with Yuan Hou while refining the weapons.

Occasionally go to Candle Mountain to read books, or watch gibbon monkeys forging magic tools, drawing runes on the assembly line, and the high priest greets him, he can go anywhere.

The reason for the high priest to the tribal elders and Dharma protectors is that they are related to Yuanzu's guests.

In the world of comprehension, the word "Yuan" has infinite magical uses, and it can be virtual or real.

On the slope of the grave, the autumn wind wafts the fragrance of fruit.

The little black-haired monkey guards a small piece of independent orchard assigned to it by its owner, in which five jujube fruits are about to ripen. The little monkey guards it day and night, preventing birds in the sky from stealing it.

In the courtyard of the small island, Chen Mou was at his desk in a side room holding a talisman pen, stained with red talisman ink, and drew talismans on the yellow talisman paper.

In addition to homework and chanting, practicing kung fu, refining weapons, practicing swords, practicing methods, etc., accumulating energy and improving luck have become his daily practice, and he also has free time to practice drawing talismans.

The "Fire Source Secret Talisman" that he got from Meng Tianxiu's study room was too advanced, so he started with the ordinary fireball talisman. Hua Lingshi consulted the talisman teacher of Lun Dao Hall to learn the basic principles of drawing talismans, and then proceeded step by step.

He is greedy for the Flame Rain Talisman and Fire Armor Talisman recorded in "Fire Source Secret Talisman", which happens to be able to be made by the foundation establishment.

In addition, the Fire Replacement Talisman and the Fire Sea Talisman require at least a Gold Core cultivation base.

Recite the fire mantra silently in the mouth, and the subtle elemental force passes through the talisman pen, and "shasha" writes the talisman on the yellow paper. There is a light red flame flickering on the pattern, and then dims and converges.

A complex double fireball talisman was drawn, leaving only ink of different shades on the talisman paper.

Chen Mou flicked away the successful talisman with no joy or worry on his face, and took out a blank jade talisman paper from the storage bag, which was twice as thick as the ordinary yellow talisman. Mix well, dip the ink with the talisman pen, and skillfully draw the "flame rain talisman" on the jade Xuan talisman paper.

In one go, it feels quite good.

But at the end of the last stroke, the talisman paper criss-crossed with red ink suddenly smoked and burned in the blink of an eye.

Chen Mou experienced many failures, watched the talisman paper burn to a little ashes calmly, recalled the rhythm of using the pen just now and the amount of control power in his mind. The burning was successful.

There is a saying in the world of self-cultivation that "the talisman of the weapon array, eat the ethereal stone mountain".

It can be seen that the four arts of comprehension are horrific in the early stage of consuming money.

It is definitely not something that ordinary casual cultivators can bear. Disciples who are not valued by sects, if they do not have extraordinary talents, it is difficult to make a difference in the Four Arts.

After tidying up briefly, Chen Mou walked out of the yard and walked to the Liujiao Pavilion by the lake.

"Failed to make the talisman again?"

There was a schadenfreude smile on the corner of Yuan Hou's mouth, with the flick of his fingers, a pool of clear tea was poured from the copper pot into the empty tea cup, and the spiritual fragrance wafted faintly.

"Yeah, 'again' failed, Lao Yuan, help me find the crux of the problem, each piece of jade xuan blank talisman paper costs me ten spirit stones, I burn it like this every day, I sit and eat the mountain, and I want to sell monkey wine gone."

Chen Mou drank the tea in one gulp, his mouth full of bitterness, and he couldn't get back the sweetness for a long time.

He endured the bitterness and practiced for a while, refining and absorbing the spiritual energy in the spiritual tea that Lao Yuan had newly prepared.

Lao Yuan, who has nothing to do, has tasted all kinds of tea, and now makes tea by himself, and found his interest. He has become the object of evil, but he is also willing to enjoy it.

Who told Lao Yuan not to be good at making tea, and the materials he used were genuine.

There are many spiritual medicinal materials in the mountains, and Lao Yuan picked them up at will. They are all good things, except for him and the little black-haired monkey, other monster monkeys can't eat them if they want to.

"When you drew the fire talisman, did you call the natal fire pattern?"

Yuan Hou explained his doubts casually. Seeing that Chen Mou was drinking with gusto, he enjoyed it very much. He also took a sip of tea, spit it all out, and cursed: "This is something people drink? No, it’s not going to be hard, your kid is going to be bad.”

Chen Mou bared his teeth and smiled, this is called suffering together. If you are the first day of junior high school, I will give you back fifteen, and said: "The real fire extracted by the natal fire pattern is too domineering, even if it is invisible to the naked eye, the talisman pen Both the talisman paper and the talisman paper can't bear it, so I can't use it to make talismans. Maybe when I improve my cultivation level, I can control it..."

"Why wait until later, when you know the crux of the problem, do it immediately."

Yuan Hou rinsed his mouth with clear water, and said sharply: "I found that you have a bad habit, you want to wait until the future is [-]% safe before doing anything. The disposition, bit by bit, will become a stumbling block on the way to the top.

"You have a backlog of more than 400 jars of monkey wine in the warehouse, and you are about to harvest another [-] jars. With your financial resources, what good materials can't you buy? Now that you know that the natal fire pattern is domineering, then go buy a talisman that can withstand it. Pen and talisman paper, how simple is it, do you need to torment yourself every day? That's not grinding, it's torture that wastes time.

"Good materials, even if you refine ordinary fireball talismans, the power is completely different. Try it boldly, what are you afraid of? You have to show courage when you see something right. Just throw it out like six hundred altars of monkey wine. Listen A sound of water."

With arrogance, he sprayed saliva all over the opposite face.

Lao Yuan never had a grudge overnight, and reported it on the spot, which was very cool.

Chen Mou resigned himself to being taught.

He is not afraid of wasting spirit stones, but he is used to being cautious, and some habits have been brought into the current practice.

Feeling terrified and startled, Lao Yuan reminded him in time that his cultivation level and financial resources have improved drastically, and other aspects must also keep pace with the times.

"I'll go to Small Candle Mountain, choose a few talisman pens that can withstand the fire pattern of my life, and then ask the great elder Mudu to send some second-level high-quality blank talisman papers back from the Five Demon City. You must first sharpen your weapon', you taught me the right thing, please give me more points in the future."

"Don't worry, I'm the best at swearing at people, pointing and swearing, insinuating, spitting blood, three days and three nights to make sure you don't repeat the same thing, hey, don't you go away, kid."

Yuan Hou was full of energy, but just as he raised his head, the fellow had already cupped his hands and flew away quickly towards the lake.

He was full of excitement and had nowhere to rest, and stomped his feet in anger.

Too bad, duplicity people.

Chen Mou flew across the border of Luofenpo in one go, and the autumn was crisp and clear. He flew over the rolling hills and enjoyed the beautiful autumn scenery.

In the large fruit forest below, the green monkeys are busy picking ripe fruits to prepare for the severe winter.

Flying all the way to the southeast for a hundred miles, entering the territory of the long-armed monkeys, and thirty miles away from Xiaozhu Mountain, a tall monkey monster flew up from the top of the mountain and shouted: "Chen Daoyou, please stay."

"Oh, it's Elder Hou Mao, what's the matter?"

Chen Mou stopped flying and asked with a smile. He had seen the monkey monster opposite him a few times, but he had no friendship.

The elders and protectors of the Monster Monkey Tribe are at least Tier [-] cultivation bases.

He has come and gone many times, and he has not been accompanied by Guardian Shi Yu for a long time, but this is the first time he has been stopped by a third-rank monster monkey in the wild.

"The high priest counted on your coming today, and specially ordered me to wait here. There is a letter, asking me to present to Fellow Daoist Chen."

A roll of leather appeared in Hou Mao's hand, and he gave it away with a smile.

The leather scroll fluttered towards Chen Mou.

In the autumn wind, under the sun.

Extraordinarily warm and peaceful.

In the courtyard of Fangshi, Xu'er, leaning against the door frame of the kitchen, was laughing and chatting with Ying'er and Han'er, when suddenly her heart throbbed. She had been practicing for nearly two years, and she had a different sensitivity to telepathy.

"Xu'er, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Hey, Xu'er, you look so ugly, are you sick?"

Ying'er and Han'er realized something was wrong, put down the vegetables they were picking, and hurriedly got up to take care of them.

"I'm fine...it's the young master!"

Xu'er covered her heart, and ran towards the west room.

She subconsciously felt that the young master was in danger, even though the young master was retreating in the quiet room in the west room and never went out.

It is a strange and mysterious ethereal feeling.

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(End of this chapter)