Liu Qiao sat sideways on the couch, laying out various objects for study.
The first thing I picked up was the broken bowl of the Mad Immortal. This magical weapon, which seemed to be a beggar’s standard, was almost the best treasure in the whole body of Master and Disciple Liu Qiao.
This bowl was made of unknown materials. It was full of dirt and had a hole missing. It looked like it was made of porcelain, and there were two roosters on it.
Just to the touch, it feels like a girl's skin, but it's a little hard, and it looks like suet-fat jade that's full of pulp.
Liu Qiao took out a piece of brocade silk from Chang Long's treasure bag, wiped the stains off the broken bowl, and then picked it up to look at it carefully.
Compared to the broken iron pieces and the green bamboo pole in the box, Liu Qiao valued the broken bowl more.
Turning on the magic power and looking at it with the Dharma Eyes, the broken bowl is dotted with golden light, and the talismans the size of a fly's head are constantly flowing, forming a legal prohibition, constantly absorbing the golden wind from the sky and the earth, and collecting them into the broken bowl.
"That's it..." Liu Qiao seemed to have some realization.
The higher the restriction of this magic weapon, the more it can absorb the spiritual beauty of heaven and earth and refine it on its own. If the magic weapon is made of excellent materials and has great potential, it may be left for hundreds of thousands of years before the next level of restriction will be generated on its own.
The reason why the magic weapon does not require magic power is that the restriction has its own power. Each magic restriction is a complete cycle.
Therefore, just by pinching the secrets and chanting the incantation, just like a predetermined key, you can control various restrictions and perform various magical changes of the magic weapon.
It's just that the bad thing is here. If you get a magic weapon, if there is a spell, mortals can also use it.
But without the incantation, it was like a waste product. He could only wash away the restrictions and use his own forbidden methods to refining it, so Huang Tianhua gave this object to Liu Qiao.
"Mommy, please coax me!"
"Open sesame!"
"Hurry as the law dictates!"
Chang Long turned his head when he heard this, shook his head and smiled, not surprised that many people had obtained magic weapons and leftover treasures just like Liu Qiao.
In this way, you can randomly test based on the formulas you are familiar with to see if you can mobilize the magic weapon, just like testing a key.
As long as the formula is correct once, it can be refined with the soul. If the refined soul is united, the spell can be reset.
I just felt that the spell that Master was testing was rather strange. I had never heard it before, so I didn’t know who would use such an incomprehensible spell.
For example:
"Ah ma butterfly!"
Chang Long claimed that he had never heard such a strange spell in his half-thousand-year life.
…
After trying for a long time, there was still no reaction at all, so Liu Qiao reluctantly put the broken bowl away.
Huang Tianhua didn't like this material, but he liked it. He also thought that when the magic power was high, he would wash away the restrictions and find the access control method to practice again.
After all, no matter how bad the material is, it cannot be worse than the material of the Ghost Bone Flag.
Then he studied the iron tools and bamboo poles.
Still didn't find anything out of the ordinary. After all, there was no clue about the Tao Zhenjun's behavior. For a while, Liu Qiao couldn't find anything.
That bamboo pole, on the other hand, is as green as jade, with strong joints, like bamboo but not bamboo, like wood but not wood. There are no restrictions, but it is extremely tough.
Liu Qiao picked it up and waved it, and it was very smooth. However, the room was too small and he couldn't do it, so he had to stop.
But I am also happy to have another good weapon. I am already good at sticks, crutches, staffs, hooks and other tricks. If I am a little familiar with it, my swordsmanship will not be worse than my current swordsmanship.
Chang Long saw his master playing with the bamboo pole and said, "Weapons like this are made of fairy materials or spiritual roots, and have been tempered by fairy fire in the furnace, so they are not ordinary things."
"Oh...why isn't that a magic weapon?" Liu Qiao asked.
"Hey, magic weapons need to be refined and restricted, but this kind of fairy weapons don't, so they are also called fairy weapons, or magic weapons..."
Liu Qiao looked at the bamboo pole in his hand and said doubtfully: "Magic weapon!"
"Well, magic weapons are generally difficult to damage. They are commonly used by immortals to compete in martial arts and subjugate dragons and tigers for protection."
Chang Long popularized the science: "It is said that there is also a kind of magical weapon that can change the shape as you wish. The size depends on the heart."
Seeing Liu Qiao staring at the bamboo pole, thoughtfully, he added: "The bamboo pole in Master's hand also has something magical about it!"
"Oh...what's so strange about it?"
"That Taoist Epiphany is obviously old and frail. When he fought against Uncle Tianhua and me, every move he made was powerful and heavy. If we hadn't both had supernatural powers, and his martial arts skills were poor, he would probably have lost his agility.
I can’t stop it even for a moment…”
Changlong is a strange dragon with the power to pull down nine oxen with one hand.
Huang Tianhua, the holy god descended to earth, is naturally brave, and his arms have the power to drag beams and change pillars.
These two immortals are far superior to ordinary people in terms of physical ability, strength, and will.
"When you hold this bamboo pole in your hand, it feels light and fluttery. But when you knock it down, it is as heavy as a thousand pieces of bamboo."
After Chang Long finished speaking, he touched Yang's tin staff with the golden ring, and said: "This is also forged in the Bagua furnace. It can be regarded as the magic iron of the immortal weapon. It can open monuments and crack stones with a single strike. I can use it with ease."
Chang Long dressed up as a tutu, and with this tin staff, he really looked like a foreigner from the Western religion.
Liu Qiao, on the other hand, had a broken bowl and a bamboo pole, which he could use easily, just like...well, a beggar.
The master and the apprentice were sorting out the items in their bags and chatting, unaware that it was already dusk.
That week Zhou Qing brought over vegetarian dishes and snacks, and once again told the two of them to go to bed early at night and not to go out and run around if they had nothing to do.
Chang Long held the lamp in his palm, and as for the food and drinks, the master and the disciples had absorbed the wind and drank the dew. Without touching a drop of it, they sat down to practice.
It was dusk, the moonlight outside the window dimmed, and the sound of wind could be heard.
Both Liu Qiao and Liu Qiao woke up. In the dark room, only the master and the apprentice looked at each other with different eyes, but they did not realize that it was the end of the night and the wick had burned out.
Looking at each other, Liu Qiao's eyes darkened slightly, signaling him not to move and to wait and see what would happen.
A whistle brought with it the whistling of the wind, which gradually died away. Chang Long opened his mouth and said: "Let's go...out of the house..."
"Hmm... It seems that there is indeed an evildoer causing trouble!" Liu Qiao said in a low voice.
That is to say, the whistling wind stopped and the thick fog outside the window gradually dissipated.
"Hmph! You are quite courageous. Two masters who are good at conquering demons and catching monsters are here, and they still dare to be so arrogant. Who will die?" Chang Long sneered.
As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves, took out the shawl from his bag, put it on for a while, and was about to go out.
Liu Qiao stopped him and said, "You know how powerful it is, so you want to fight it?"
"Does that mean we don't care?" Chang Long asked with a cluster of eyebrows.
"Sigh...I didn't want to take care of it at first, but when I saw it, I still had to take care of it."
Liu Qiao sighed and said, "Follow it and see what it will do. I will use my escape skills to hide in the dark. If it is really related to the disappearance of the child, I will take action."
Chang Long accepted the promise, picked up the nine-ring staff, swung his body, turned into a gust of wind and got out of the window, chasing after the evil spirit.
Liu Qiao took the tea in his mouth and spit it out. "Pfft" a layer of water mist enveloped his whole body. When the clouds cleared and the mist dispersed, there was no trace of him on the couch.
But it is based on the Five Elements Water Escape, hiding in the air.
The strange wind left the house all the way and wandered back and forth in the village. There were doors and windows with lights on, so the people who spoke were ignored.
The light went out, and the person seemed to be sleeping soundly in front of the door. He stopped, hovered outside the house, followed the cracks in the door and windows, and looked inside.
The strange wind blew outside the windows of those people's bedrooms. It was just a gust of wind. It made a loud sound, stirred up dirt and dust, and a baby was rolled out.
Even those who were watching and watching were all mortals, but it was cold and windy, and they seemed not to notice.
But Liu Qiao and Liu Qiao were following behind to see clearly. Within a short while, three or four children, both boys and girls, were wrapped in the wind. They were all about three or four years old.
Chang Long unfolded his nine-ring staff and suddenly and silently smashed it towards the strange wind.
"Woooo..." A strange cry sounded like the roar of the wind.
The man holding the wind was also frightened. He dropped the wrapped child in a frightened manner, turned sideways in the wind to avoid Chang Long's stick, turned around and ran away.
"What a demon. If you dare to commit evil in front of grandpa, where can you run away!" Chang Long shouted as he vaguely saw the figure in the wind.
He danced his staff in the wind, causing gusts of wind sound, which was so powerful and heavy that it drove the strange mist and smashed it into his face.
"Boom..." There was a muffled sound and a whimpering scream in the strange wind.