Tu Shanjun, who was far away from the treasury, did not escape, but turned back and put the soul flag again.
Stuffed into Shizhu's arms.
Now that Shizhu has woken up, Tushanjun no longer pays attention to Shizhu.
Instead, he looked at the ghost of Zhou Liang inside the banner.
"Ask Po."
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[Nightmare Enchantment]
【Character (pseudo)】
[Blood Spirit Skill (Incomplete)]
Nightmare Pattern Enchantment is a left-field technique that peels off sneaky blood, grinds the skin, develops spiritual ink, and then tattoos it into one's own skin using a special technique and activates it.
The user can use this technique to enchant spirits and obtain part of the weakening abilities from Gui Chong.
The drawn texture must be close to the original sneaky and form a complete circuit.
The closer you are, the more power you can gain.
However, this technique also has disadvantages, that is, the spiritual nature of the nightmare pattern will corrode people's sanity.
Qi Practitioners also have the ability to suppress. If used on ordinary people, except for those with a strong will, others will easily be eroded by the spirituality of the Nightmare Pattern and be tortured to the point of being tortured.
But I have to say that this is a spell that can quickly increase your strength.
Overall, this technique can be used reasonably as long as it does not increase the burden on the soul.
Although it is a left-handed technique, Tu Shanjun's evaluation of this technique is pretty good.
"Making (fake) talismans is actually a craft of drawing talismans." Tu Shanjun was not too surprised.
The art of enchantment requires a lot of skill as a painter, and you also need to collect the blood of Gui Chong, so you can definitely develop the ability to draw talismans. However, Zhou Liang can only draw talismans that are not high-grade, and his path is still heretical and deviant.
Talisman making is extremely resource-intensive. Without a large supply of resources, it would be difficult to train a true Talisman Maker.
For casual practitioners, the burden is even greater. There are no skilled resources and no guidance from famous teachers, so Zhou Liang's craftsmanship is not exquisite.
As for the Blood Spirit Kung Fu, it is an incomplete technique. It also only has the third level of Qi training formulas, breathing methods and movement routes.
The reason why he was able to reach the fifth level of Qi training was because Zhou Liang switched to Qigong practice.
Although Mr. Lu has the skills to reach the sixth level of Qi training, he will not give it to him easily.
There are also flaws in the adaptability of the exercises.
Blood Spirit Kung Fu is a blood-attributed technique. You can only switch to non-attributed or blood-attributed techniques. You cannot use other techniques.
The Blood Evil Technique is a skill with no attributes and can reach the sixth level of Qi training, so he obtained the Blood Evil Technique on the condition that he quit competing for the middle-grade spiritual sword.
Only then did Tu Shanjun realize that he had collected five Qigong training books.
However, the Blood Demon Technique is the most complete, and it also comes with two spells, which can support monks to the sixth level of Qi training.
Most of the rest are early stage or incomplete techniques.
As for the old man Xiang’s soul.
Tu Shanjun did not use Wenpo. The exercises he learned from the old man were all taught by him. Even if he used Wenpo, he would get the same things he knew.
The exercises in the first part of Qi Training are not difficult at all and do not require any understanding.
As long as you follow the breathing method, enter into concentration in a specific posture, and persist in it, you can feel the breath.
After becoming a Qi Practitioner, you can use your magic power according to the Qigong route without any difficulty.
His attitude toward Old Man Xiang is actually more like that of an ordinary person, and he doesn't have too deep emotions.
The two of them had never fought side by side, and Old Man Xiang was very reserved at the practice cliff. He practiced in a hurry and only had the thought of revenge.
So Tu Shanjun just felt sorry for the death of old man Xiang.
A banner master who was finally trained died like this.
Had to find another one.
Tu Shanjun looked at the stone pillar through the soul flag.
The stone pillar is in the stage of transformation from skin to bone.
If you are injured, this process will take a long time.
The three realms of a warrior, transporting skin, forging bones, and refining internal organs, are all thresholds and bottlenecks, blocking countless crucian carp from crossing the river.
There is not even one person in a hundred who can reach the innate level.
Fortunately, the Yinhun Pill can greatly shorten this process.
Otherwise, Tushanjun would not have the patience to wait for more than ten or even decades.
Shizhu's current strength is still too weak.
With the support of the inner energy and the medicine he drank, Shizhu has recovered from his serious injury.
Not only can I use my hands, but I can at least move freely.
Without staying any longer in the hospital, Shi Zhu took the medicinal materials and left the hospital.
The bodies of the wife and children entrusted to Xiang Hu were buried in a low-key manner.
The coffin is not in good condition, and there are no valuable burial objects, so that others will not worry about it.
The tombstone was made from a single piece of marble, which was not very valuable.
There are many ravines and mass graves near the cemetery next to Liangdu. Unidentified bodies were dragged directly into the ditches.
People from poor families would roll up a straw mat for the last moment of dignity and just end up hastily.
Because of the worship relationship, although there are imps in these places, they are harmless and have no power to harm people.
After arranging everything, Shi Zhu went to the South Yamen of Xiuyiwei.
He bumped into Tietou and a group of embroidered clothing guards head-on.
Looking sad and depressed.
Shi Zhu had a bad premonition in his heart and hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "What happened?"
"Brother Zhu."
"Brother Zhu, why did you come here?"
"Tietou?" Shizhu looked at the silent Tietou.
Tietou opened his mouth, closed his eyes, and said melancholy: "Boss, I'm gone."
Shizhu took two steps back, his eyes widened, and his voice trembled: "Impossible, the leader is already an innate grandmaster, and no one can be his opponent except Master Chonglou Immortal."
How could the innate master die?
It is a legend in the world, an existence that can suppress martial arts.
"Boss, he committed suicide in the Jing'an Marquis Mansion."
When Tu Shanjun in the banner heard the news, his face was filled with shock and surprise. He didn't expect it to be like this.
"Oh, people, sometimes I really don't understand." Tu Shanjun smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly.
Too.
On that day, Xiang Hu was already dead.
He was willing to die when his great revenge was avenged.
Once a person loses the motivation and belief to live, it is like his spine has been whipped and he can never stand up again.
That's fine too.
"That's all." Tu Shanjun sighed.
Looking back, Xiang Hu's soul has gradually revealed its ghostly appearance due to the transformation of evil spirits, and is quiet and solemn.
Shizhu turned around in despair. He had already learned the whole story from the mouths of these friends.
The root of everything is the struggle between the powerful.
They are just victims of the struggle.
In the eyes of the powerful, second-rate masters are no different than the mud beneath their feet.
The Xiuyiwei who was working next to him wanted to recover the stone pillar, but Tietou immediately stopped the Xiuyiwei next to him.
"Forget it, let him go."
"We are all sad when the boss dies. But if the boss treats him like a nephew, he will only feel more sad than us."
…
"Dong dong."
The paint-red door knocker was knocked.
Sui Er.
The door opens.
A man in a long gown who looked like a butler leaned out half of his body, looked at the stone pillar up and down, and asked: "Who are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for Wen Yue."
"How dare you, the prince's name is something that you, a little embroidered guard, can call directly!" the butler shouted.
Shi Zhu didn't talk nonsense at all. He grabbed the butler's collar, pulled him aside, and squeezed him through the door.
Shizhu shouted loudly: "Where is Wen Yue?"
At the same time, he walked straight to the backyard.
The seriously injured bodyguards blocked Shizhu's path with weapons in their hands, but they were all afraid to take action.
At noon, an innate master came and wounded them.
Why did another yeller come this afternoon?
How many people did the Houfu offend?
They are also afraid.
Everyone looked at each other and clenched their weapons nervously.
Being next to each other, we want to find some sense of security.
He muttered softly: "Isn't he another grandmaster?"
"You think the grandmaster is a cabbage."
"You don't think you're the one to do it."
"You go up and try it first."
Chujiu, who heard Shizhu's call, rushed over: "Who is making noise in the Hou Mansion?"
"The embroidered clothing guard Shizhu was entrusted by Xianghu Baihu to come to meet Wen Yue."
Chu Jiu was slightly stunned. No wonder he felt that this person looked familiar. It turned out that he had met him once before.
"You all should leave."
Chujiu dismissed the injured guards and servants, and then said to Shizhu: "You come with me."
Shi Zhu did not pursue the matter of calling Wen Yue by his first name, but instead led Shi Zhu the way.