The witch has been chasing me for 5000 years

Chapter 11 Spells
"It's here." After a short search, Gao Xing found a hidden, small depression, which happened to be only five or six hundred meters away from the place where he parked, not very far.

Gao Xing took out a few pieces of yellow paper from his bosom, on which special runes were drawn. These were the talismans he had specially prepared for his cultivation, and were used to arrange the spirit-gathering array.

Gao Xing picked up a talisman and threw it to the south, a light yellow brilliance appeared outside the talisman, floating in the air in the south.

He went back and forth like this, throwing the remaining three talismans to the west, north, and east respectively.

He stood in the center of the depression, making talismans with both hands, and a white light circle appeared on his fingertips. After spreading like ripples, he surrounded him. The yellow light outside the talisman converged into a line of light, extending towards the circle of light, connecting together, suddenly Time to shine!
Gao Xing withdrew his hands, the talisman and the light circle sank into the ground, the forest returned to calm, and a simple arrangement of the spirit gathering array was completed.

Gao Xing sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, discarded distracting thoughts, and began to practice.

The exercise he majored in in his previous life was "One Qi Jue", a profound practice method. When he died, he had cultivated it for nearly 2000 years.

The breeze from the mountains was blowing slowly, and the tall form remained motionless, as if entering a state of being alone.

The warm sun gradually scorched, and then slowly became mild, and the mountains were peaceful.

Finally, the sun set slowly and the evening wind was a bit cool. The birds came back to their nests one after another, and the clear and crisp cicadas and birds rang in the mountains, one after another, endlessly.

Not long after, night fell, a crescent moon peeked out of the dark clouds, and the cold moonlight poured on the mountains and forests, creating a peaceful and peaceful scene.

In the darkness, a figure sat cross-legged quietly, motionless, as if blending into the night...

Speechless all night——

On the second day, the sun shone through the gaps in the leaves, and the birds left their nests for food one after another. For a while, there was another burst of melodious birdsong, and the breeze blew by, carrying the fragrance of wild flowers, drifting leisurely into the nostrils. .

A gray squirrel was jumping between the branches, holding a pine cone in its mouth. Suddenly, it stopped on a branch, tilted its head and looked curiously at a figure sitting under the tree.

I saw the man sitting cross-legged, with his eyes slightly closed, his breathing was full of rhythm, as if resonating with the heaven and the earth...

It looked at it for a while, and the man was as motionless as a statue, probably feeling bored, the squirrel bounced away.

On the third day, the squirrel passed by the forest again, still holding a pine cone in its mouth, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the figure, who was still sitting there,

On the fourth day, before dawn, there was a torrential downpour of rain, which did not stop until 12:[-] noon. Crystal water droplets slipped from the green leaves, the forest was moist, and the air felt a little cool.

A squirrel hopped up to a branch of a big tree, looked down, the man was still there, as still as water, not moving at all.

The squirrel stood on the branch and watched for a while, then suddenly jumped off the ground and approached the figure vigilantly.

The clothes on his body were all wet, and there was a little stubble on his face. The squirrel poked out its front paws, as if trying to test whether he was still alive.

But suddenly, the squirrel inexplicably felt a gaze staring at him from behind, and suddenly turned his head. The sky was overcast and cloudy, and there was no half figure, but the feeling of being watched was still there. It climbed back to the tree cautiously, and left.

On the fifth day, the weather was fine and the air was fresh, but the squirrels did not come, so Gao Xing still devoted himself to cultivation.

On the sixth day, the little squirrel came, sat on the branch, gnawed a nut, and left after eating.

On the seventh day, under a clear sky, the squirrel hugged a pine cone, sat in front of Gao Xing, and looked at him quietly. Gao Xing's hair had grown a little in these seven days, and his beard was even more stubble. Now, his face is a little dark, there seems to be two eye droppings in the corners of his eyes, and there is also a lump of white bird droppings on his clothes, which has solidified, and his whole body exudes a faint smell.

Suddenly, Gao Xing exhaled lightly, and gradually opened his eyes, meeting the squirrel's gaze.

The squirrel's small body was a little stiff, and he hurriedly turned around and climbed back up the tree.

Gao Xing stood up and moved his body, suddenly he saw a pine cone on the ground out of the corner of his eye, he picked it up and looked up at the branch.

It so happened that the squirrel also looked at him eagerly... the pine cone in his hand cast a pitiful look at him.

"It's done."

After Gao Xing threw the pine cone to it, he took out his phone to check the time and date.

With a whoosh, the pine cone flew to the squirrel, and the squirrel ran around on the branch, holding up a pair of front paws.

In the end, the pine cone hit the squirrel accurately and knocked it down.

Gao Xing knew that it had rained during the few days of his practice, but luckily he hid his mobile phone in the inner pocket of his clothes and wrapped it in a plastic bag.

After booting up, a low battery prompt pops up on the screen.

Gao Xing looked at the time on the phone, it was 8:[-] in the morning, and the date was already a week after he came out.

He wasn't surprised, his practice was like this, time flies, and he was caught off guard.

After nearly a week of cultivation, he has recovered to 50 years of cultivation.

"With 50 years of cultivation, you should be able to cast spells, right?"

He was a little eager to try, and slowly stretched out his palm, a ball of flame drilled out of his palm, swaying in the wind.

He threw the flame out and hit a boulder a few meters away. With a bang, the boulder was exploded, and the fragments flew, raising a layer of faint dust.

"The power is still not enough." Gao Xing shook his head, but he was not disappointed. With 50 years of cultivation, it is not bad to be able to exert such a great power.

2000 years ago, while he was majoring in "One Qi Jue", he also studied three spells.

This is one of the spells called "Fire". It has a very simple name. When practiced to the extreme, the flame will become transparent, invisible and colorless, and it can burn everything in the world, which is very terrifying.

It is most effective against demons.

Then he took a step forward, and his figure rushed forward suddenly, like a gust of wind whizzing past, leaving a series of afterimages behind him. One minute later, when he stopped, he was breathing steadily and his face was normal .

As everyone knows, he has already run around this mountain twice. This is an incomplete book of spells he found before. The name is unknown. After thinking about it for a few days, he finally decided to call this spell "Running" ".

He suddenly thought of a game noun - snake skin walking.

The meaning is almost the same, but the snake skin moves to use body skills to achieve the effect of dodging or attacking suddenly, and "Run", in addition to body skills, also has unmatched speed.

And his third spell is a set of sword formulas he learned specially for Xiaobai, called "Xiaobai Sword Jue".

Of course, this sword art was not called this before, he changed it.

"noob."

After more than 2000 years, Gao Xing is going to review this sword art again.

However, Xiaobai did not respond, Gao Xing reached into his pocket and felt it was empty.

"Ok?"

squeak...

There was a movement from a tree not far away. Gao Xing looked over and saw a squirrel jumping up and down, and Xiao Bai was chasing after it, enjoying himself.

"Xiaobai." Gao Xing was quite helpless, and raised his voice again.

Xiaobai forced the squirrel to a tree trunk, heard Gao Xing's call, knocked on the squirrel's head, and then flew back as a stream of white light.

The squirrel lay panting on the tree trunk, motionless.

Gao Xing holds Xiaobai in his hand, taps his toes on the ground, and his body flies up, like a light swallow, shuttles between the branches, his figure is floating and flying, Xiaobai coils around his body, and sometimes he holds it in his hand and waves it , sometimes thrown forward by him, sometimes stepped on by him, shuttling through the forest...

After a long time, he retracted his sword, and he fell gently like a fallen leaf.

Gao Xing is quite satisfied. It is not easy to use this set of sword formulas so extraordinary without using his cultivation much and without Xiaobai bursting out with sword energy.

He put Xiaobai in his pocket, went down the mountain and went home.

The little squirrel jumped off the branch, came to the ground, picked up its pine cone, and was about to climb up the trunk and go home.

A figure descended from the sky, it was a girl, her black hair was simply tied into a ponytail by a headband, she was wearing a white T-shirt on her upper body, blue slim trousers on her lower body, and a pair of white canvas shoes on her feet.

Fresh clothes, full of youthful and lively feeling.

The girl turned her head suddenly, glanced at the squirrel, and smiled.

The squirrel hurriedly hugged the pine cone, turned around and climbed up the tree.

Bai Ying looked around, feeling a little disappointed: "The aura is too thin, you need a better spirit-gathering formation to cultivate here."

She picked up the formula casually, a dazzling white light bloomed from her fingertips, and condensed into a lotus-shaped seal, the petals separated, scattered around, and sank into the ground.

In an instant, with the depression as the center, a strong wind blew, sweeping in all directions, fallen leaves were flying all over the sky, and tree shadows were swaying.

A young squirrel hopping home from branch to branch was hit by a branch that was blowing unsteadily in high winds and fell to the ground.

A faint light appeared on the ground, which disappeared after a while. Bai Ying clapped his hands in satisfaction and went down the mountain.

After a long time, the fallen leaves fell to the ground, and the mountains became quiet again.

Suddenly, a small claw stretched out from under the fallen leaves and propped itself on the ground...

For a moment, the disheveled squirrel stood there filled with righteous indignation. Its pine cone was gone. It pointed in the direction where Gao Xing and Bai Ying left, squeaking and screaming...

　I'm about to sign a contract, do you have any recommendation tickets?

　　


(End of this chapter)