The Qixuan Steps unfolded, Lin Yun dared to stop Mo Ling before the opponent went out.
Seeing the expression on the other person's face, he smiled helplessly, but he saw that there was no sign of anger on Mo Ling's beautiful face, and his expression was relaxed.
Obviously, the so-called farewell was just a joke with him.
"Remember?"
Mo Ling stretched out her hand and twisted open her delicate silver iron fan, revealing her snow-white wrists as white as lotus roots, and said softly.
"Remember."
Lin Yun knew that the other party was trying to show off with him, but the third-grade Xuanshi meant a lot to him.
It is far more important than the Xuanyin Flower, so for now I can only hold my nose and accept it for the time being.
"Very good, then draw it for me. I'll see if you still remember the picture of fire and phoenix that you learned six days ago."
"Right here?"
"Yes, right here."
In the courtyard, Lin Yun took out the spiritual pattern pen and the blank banner scroll, and recalled for a moment before starting to write.
It had only been a few days, but he still hadn't forgotten.
Moreover, he has always had a photographic memory, and he is even less likely to forget the spiritual diagrams he has drawn.
Looking back, this picture of fire and phoenix setting the prairie fire on fire was the second most spiritual picture he had ever seen in his life, second only to the picture of tiger sniffing roses. He still remembers the moment when the nine scrolls were put together, the fire phoenix in the painting was so radiant that it looked like a living thing.
, as if he was about to jump out of the picture at any time.
Mo Ling put away the silver iron fan in his hand and looked at it carefully. He saw Lin Yun's handsome face, with sharp corners and bright light flashing from time to time in his dark eyes.
One after another, spiritual patterns slowly appeared under his flowing brushwork.
Those spiritual patterns are either as thick as a mountain, or elegant and timeless, and sometimes they contain violent and extreme power, shining at the tip of the pen.
The Fire Phoenix Burning Plains Diagram ranks among the top ten among the entire third-grade spiritual diagrams. If we look at the lethality alone, it can even rank among the top five.
Looking at the entire Tianfu Academy, there are only a few elders who can draw this picture. As for the disciples, only Mo Ling can reveal it.
Exactly two hours later, Lin Yun breathed a long sigh of relief, bloodshot eyes oozing out.
Sweat was dripping from his forehead, his face was slightly pale, and his fatigue was evident.
With his current attainments in spiritual patterns, it was still a bit reluctant to draw the picture of Fire and Phoenix.
After the nine three-meter-long scrolls were put together, a rather vast scroll appeared in front of the two of them. In the painting, there was a fire phoenix, its eyes were flashing, and its wings were twinkling with a faint shimmer.
Quite powerful.
Unfortunately, the last important tail part is missing seven feathers.
It is incomparable to Mo Ling's complete picture of the Fire Phoenix. It is a dead thing.
"Sister, please take a look."
Lin Yun shook his head, not satisfied.
On the side, Mo Ling was speechless and lost his mind. After a long time, he sighed: "Your attainments in spiritual patterns are really terrifying. It's hard to imagine what heights you will reach if you pursue this path wholeheartedly. I'm afraid it won't be possible in less than two years."
, you can surpass me."
Such praise made Lin Yun a little uncomfortable, so he could only say softly: "If you want to say that, it's because my senior sister taught me well."
When Mo Ling heard this, a smile appeared on his cold face, and he muttered: "There are still seven feathers left in this picture, and each feather is a third-grade spiritual pattern. But in fact, these seven spiritual patterns are all
The same kind of spiritual pattern is called Fire Feather."
Lin Yun thought thoughtfully: "In other words, I only need to learn the fire feather spirit pattern to draw the fire phoenix and the prairie fire spirit pattern?"
"That's true, but it's not that simple. Just try it and you'll know."
Mo Ling unfolded the folding fan and swept it casually. The nine scrolls fell together and fell aside.
She re-opened a blank scroll on the stone table and without saying anything, drew a fire feather pattern on it.
On the blank scroll, the fire feather pattern that exists alone does not appear to be too surprising.
Lin Yun could clearly see the technique and process of the other party's drawing, and no step was missed.
"It doesn't seem to be very difficult."
Lin Yun took the spirit pattern pen and drew the third-grade spirit pattern fire feather patterns on another scroll.
Although the third-grade spiritual pattern is complicated, it is quite difficult for others to write. But Lin Yun has a photographic memory, so if he just copies it, it is not too difficult.
But before the painting was complete, Lin Yun's face became quite ugly. He felt that some kind of power was gathering little by little in his mind. As he started to write, he had a splitting headache, as if he was going to explode.
That kind of pain was many times more cruel than when he exhausted all his energy to draw spiritual patterns.
In a daze, he felt like the world was spinning and the surrounding environment suddenly turned dark.
Except for the fire feather pattern under the pen, there is no other light. This feeling is quite bad, and it feels like my soul is about to be broken.
There was unreasonable fear in his heart, but he was surprised to find that he couldn't stop.
call out!
At this moment, a bright light shone between his eyebrows, the dark world shone brightly, and Mo Ling appeared in the light.
The mysterious feeling disappeared, and Lin Yun woke up with a start, feeling a little cold on his mouth. He stretched out his hand to wipe it, but blood flowed out from his nose. Suddenly a strange color flashed across his face, and he said: "What's wrong with me?"
Mo Ling's gem-like eyes sparkled with spiritual light and said, "You should know that Master Xuan's mental power is much stronger than that of ordinary warriors."
"I know this. If you don't draw a spiritual map on a daily basis, your mental power will gradually grow due to overdraft. This kind of growth may not seem obvious, but over time, it will leave ordinary people behind step by step."
Lin Yun nodded and said softly.
He practiced spiritual patterns under Mo Ling and was deeply impressed by it. When he first drew hundreds of spiritual patterns in one day, he felt like his head was going to explode.
Later, even if I drew thousands of second-grade spiritual patterns, I could do it with ease.
Although spiritual power is a bit ethereal compared to true energy, the improvement is still quite obvious.
He looked at Mo Ling, waiting for the other party to continue speaking.
"The third-grade profound master has just started to learn the way of spiritual pattern. Why do you say that? Because the third-grade profound master will open up the mysterious palace, convert the invisible spiritual power into tangible soul power, and condense the soul seal with the mysterious palace."
Mo Ling's clear and sweet voice was like the cold spring water of a mountain stream.
Lin Yun pondered for a moment and pointed out the key point, "What does this have to do with me painting the fire feather pattern?"
"Drawing the third-grade spirit pattern can be seen as a ritual, a ritual that converts spiritual power into soul power. This ritual is like emerging from a cocoon and becoming a butterfly, reborn from the ashes. It's just that the process is quite painful and slightly uncomfortable.
If you are careful, you will die in the cocoon. There are quite a lot of second-grade profound masters in Tianfu Academy, but there are very few third-grade profound masters. This is the reason."
After a pause, Mo Ling said softly: "Generally speaking, the simpler third-grade spiritual pattern will be chosen to complete this ritual."
Lin Yun looked up and muttered: "Choose different levels of third-grade spiritual patterns, and the condensed soul seals may have different qualities. Just like practicing, different levels of skills, and promotion to the Zifu, there must be strong and weak.
point."
Mo Ling raised his eyebrows. This was the first time he heard this statement. He smiled and said, "Although you think so, it is not entirely correct, but it is not very different. You need to rest for a day and decide how to make a decision. I will come back to you tomorrow."
"Sister, let me try again."
Lin Yun looked calm and looked at Mo Ling.
"Are you sure? There are only three chances to be promoted to a third-level Mystic Master. Once you fail, you will be unable to be promoted to a third-level Mystic Master for life."
Mo Ling looked at him solemnly, not agreeing.
Lin Yun nodded and said: "I'm sure
.”
Mo Ling, who had always been decisive, felt hesitant for a moment when he saw the look in Lin Yun's eyes.
After a while, he finally agreed to let him try.
I don't know why, or in Mo Ling's opinion, Lin Yun can indeed create miracles. Because he has many academy disciples who lack confidence and tenacity.
Half an hour later, Lin Yun opened his eyes after finishing adjusting his breath.
His face was quite rosy, and his lost energy had recovered to some extent, and he was no longer as frighteningly pale as before.
Exhaling a long breath of white air, Lin Yun slowly stood up and started writing again.
His expression was quite solemn. Although he failed the first time, he seemed particularly confident in drawing the third-grade spiritual pattern this time.
After calming down, the spirit pattern pen in Lin Yun's hand began to move slowly.
Buzz!
The majestic mental power accumulated in his mind slowly started to move, and his eyes flickered with light. The pain he had experienced before appeared again. Lin Yun gritted his teeth and persisted calmly.
The spirit pattern pen in his hand kept drawing spirit patterns.
As the fire feather pattern appeared bit by bit, the mental power in my mind gathered in a blur, and gradually gathered together in a scattered state.
After a while, these floating mental powers condensed into a whirlpool.
boom!
When the vortex condensed and took shape, Lin Yun trembled all over. The pain spread to all his limbs and bones, and the pain was so painful that his body felt as if it was not his own.
Breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly, I'm afraid it would be a hundred times more painful than actually breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly.
Lin Yun's eyes welled up with joy, and his mental energy gathered into a whirlpool. This was something he had never experienced before.
In other words, he has improved a lot compared to the first time, so he cheered up and continued to support it.
The prototype of Xuan Palace?
Mo Ling, who was not far away, suddenly had a look of surprise in his eyes, he was progressing so fast.
The speed of the vortex's rotation is very strange, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. But in the seemingly strange rotation, there are still rules to follow, and there is a very mysterious rhythm faintly.
boom!
Suddenly, Lin Yun's eyes went dark, and the fire feather pattern he drew with the spirit pattern pen in the scroll became blurred bit by bit.
Lin Yun felt like the world was spinning, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. The pain caused by the mental whirlpool was beyond imagination.
Damn it, are you going to fail?
The hand holding the spirit pattern pen was trembling, and the traces of the pen became confusing.
Phew!
The veins of the fire feather pattern were slightly messy, and then gradually fell apart. Lin Yun spat out a mouthful of blood and sprinkled it all on the blank scroll.
"It's time to break up, Lin Yun, stop now!"
Seeing the unformed fire feather patterns in the scroll gradually loosening up, Mo Ling's expression changed and he shouted quickly.
While speaking, the silver iron fan in his hand turned into a flash of light like a thunderous giant, flying towards Lin Yun's spirit pattern pen, trying to interrupt it forcefully.
"Condensation!"
But just when the silver iron fan was about to fly, Lin Yun's eyes opened angrily, and blood seeped out. He controlled the spirit pattern pen in his hand and let out a loud roar.
The mental vortex condensed in his mind was compressed continuously, and it was about to condense to the limit that he could bear. Powerful mental fluctuations emanated from Lin Yun's body, and the air suddenly vibrated, as if
Spreading out like ripples.
clang!
The flying silver iron fan was instantly bounced back. Mo Ling waved and held the silver fan tightly. Looking at Lin Yun, who was pale and with blood stains at the corners of his eyes, he murmured softly: "This guy is too cruel..."
He was so shocked that he temporarily forgot to stop him.
