Chapter 136 Qi Ping: What if I could do it again (5,000 words, please subscribe)

Taoist temple.

After nightfall, this vast building complex is still as bright as day. The rows of pavilions are divided into several areas and surround the edge of a large lake.

Among the buildings, green trees, pavilions and pavilions are scattered in an orderly manner.

At this moment, in a certain corridor, a young man wearing a white Taoist robe with Tai Chi Bagua diagrams embroidered on his chest was walking with his hands behind his back.

Behind him, followed a Taoist boy in Tsing Yi.

"Junior brother, since you have passed the examination and been promoted from the outer sect to the inner sect, from now on, you are a true direct disciple of the Tao sect... your status is different from before.

Senior brother, as the chief disciple, I should tell you the rules of our inner sect." The young man said slowly.

Behind him, the Taoist boy in Tsing Yi said "Yes" forcefully, raised his delicate face, and said seriously:

"Elder brother, please give me some advice."

"Yes," the young man nodded with satisfaction, cleared his throat and said:

"Our Taoist Academy is the general altar of Taoist sects in the world, and it is a first-class holy place for practice. Although there are many outer sect disciples who are scattered in various courtyards to work, they cannot have true transmission. Only by entering the inner sect can you worship the elders as your teachers.

The road to learning...

Therefore, which master to choose is a matter of first-class importance."

"The elders of our Taoist Academy have different personalities and specialize in different fields. In fact, there are no certain rules, but in the end, there are differences."

"Please teach me, senior brother!" the Taoist boy said with longing in his eyes.

The young man shook his head and sighed:

"Junior brother, you are in trouble. The first lesson that senior brother teaches you is not to talk about the teacher behind his back. But you are thinking that you should choose the powerful one who dotes on his disciples and avoid the one with mediocre strength and weird temperament.

?”

"Senior brother...I..." The younger junior brother lowered his head in shame.

The young man stopped and turned around, with a smile as warm as spring on his ordinary face:

"Junior brother, there is no need to be ashamed. This is human common sense. Senior brother will help you. However, you must remember this favor. In the future, if you are successful and surpass me, don't forget senior brother."

The junior brother was so moved that his eyes filled with tears:

"Eldest brother...how can I surpass you?"

The young man waved his hands, sighed softly, and said in a deep tone:

"Junior brother, you are still too young. When you sit in my position, you will know that in this vast world, strong people emerge in large numbers. In every era, there are so-called 'chosen people' who are favored by heaven and rise.

If you accidentally offend someone, you will be like the villain in the book who will die without a burial place..."

The junior brother said seriously:

"Elder brother is the chief disciple and must be the chosen one."

The young man shook his head and put his hands behind his back:

"I used to... I also had this delusion, until I was lucky enough to listen to the teachings of the First Master, and I asked him about it."

"What did the chief say?"

"The chief asked me if I was awake."

"..."

The atmosphere fell silent for a while.

The junior brother was about to offer words of comfort when suddenly, he heard unbridled laughter coming from upstairs in front of him:

"Hahaha... singing while drinking, how is life..."

Then, a huge wine jar was hit by the wind, fell to the ground, exploded into pieces, and the aroma of wine overflowed.

"Hey, Dongfang Xiaoliuyun? Bring some wine to your uncle, hurry up."

On a high-rise building, Yu Xuanji, who was wearing a simple Taoist robe and a small figure, sat on the edge of the platform, with his bare feet and legs hanging in the air, laughing crazily.

"Woof woof!" Ah Chai jumped out of the grass and licked up the wine.

Dongfang Liuyun was silent for a moment and whispered: "Junior brother, if you are like Elder Yu, don't choose."

"I understand, senior brother."

…

…

Small courtyard, inside the room.

"This is... a talisman, a picture of a divine general?"

Under the light, Qi Ping looked at the blank sheet of paper on the table, his mind filled with thoughts...

He was familiar with Taoist talismans. To put it simply, they used a certain method to seal specific spells on paper and ignite them with real energy to release them.

Back then, at the river banquet, Yu Qing used the talisman to activate the energy cage and trap the enemies of Bulao Lin.

Later, in Dongyuan, Zhou Fang also gave him a talisman to open his "spiritual vision".

Qi Ping asked Pei Shaoqing that talismans were one of the main methods of Taoism.

In other words, it is a very professional knowledge. Among the many talismans, there is one in particular that is more special, which is the "Divine General Chart".

That is, use pictures to record the techniques.

"Is this a picture of a divine general? But why... shouldn't it be a very complicated process? Just use a piece of ordinary white paper to draw it?"

Qi Ping didn't understand.

"Wait a minute, if this is related to the attack during the day... Let's make a bold assumption. Did the magic pen 'record' the attack of the general? And then draw it into a spell?"

Qi Ping was surprised by this guess, but the more he thought about it, the more likely it became.

This can explain why the magic pen stimulated the magic general.

In addition, he did not forget that the academy is a branch of the Taoist sect, and the "divine talisman" is derived from the Taoist talisman sect.

The first generation dean used writing to replace the process of outlining talismans. So, as a heavenly magic weapon, the talisman pen has the ability to record spells. It seems...

Does that make sense?

"Do you still have this ability?" Qi Ping asked in surprise.

The magic pen "nods" vigorously, and then raises the pen holder, looking very proud.

"Then you didn't tell me before!" Qi Ping criticized.

The Talisman Pen felt aggrieved and couldn't express it.

Qi Ping suppressed his excitement and fell into thinking:

"This is an important discovery, but the details still need to be explored. First of all, the picture of the divine general. When I recover my true energy, I need to test whether it can be completed and whether it can really be used.

Secondly, it is still unknown whether it is a one-time thing or permanent. And most importantly, what is the recording mechanism? Can it be recorded just by looking at it? Or does it have to be beaten before it can be recorded?

The former one, how to stimulate it? What are the conditions? The latter one is very painful..."

"Maybe it's related to the level and type of the spell. Well, it needs to be explored. I need a set of scientific testing methods."

After Qi Ping finished his analysis, his eyes changed when he looked at the talisman pen.

He thought to himself, this is what the "Heavenly Magical Weapon" should have. He had wondered before and felt that the ability displayed by this broken pen did not match his personality.

In addition to outlining the talisman, it is more efficient and more powerful than the sapphire pen, and... it can copy books for myself... there seems to be nothing else.

Now that I think about it, isn't this ability to "copy" the information in the mind just used to "reproduce" and "record" other people's spells?

It suddenly dawned on me.

“This is a great deal!”

…

The drizzle continued all night and finally stopped at dawn the next day.

Because the case was on his mind, Qi Ping didn't sleep well.

I woke up early, simply got out of bed, thought about going to the Yamen to solve the breakfast problem, and rode towards the inner city.

When he arrived at the Yamen Courtyard, it was bright and clear. Qi Ping thought he had arrived early and it was not yet time to answer, so he thought there was no one there. As a result, he found that the door of the meeting hall was ajar.

"Someone is here? Who is so curled up?" Qi Ping was angry, he hated King Juan the most.

Slowly opening the door, in the room, there were case files piled on the huge "conference table", chairs were arranged around the table, and there was only one figure.

Sitting on a chair, her two long legs stretched out with nowhere to rest, her upper body lying on the table, and she fell asleep... her long ponytail hanging down.

A candle burns quietly.

In the corner behind him, a huge black chopping knife reflected the golden arc light of the candle.

"Hong Jiaojiao?" Qi Ping was startled for a moment, with a strange look in his eyes. He tiptoed over and stretched his neck to look, and saw Dao Mei sleeping comfortably.
To be continued...