Wen Yue stared blankly at Tushanjun, who was uttering human words.
His mouth opened wide in surprise.
For a moment I didn't know what to say.
The whole person stood frozen in place.
Although his voice is hoarse, his articulation is not very clear.
However, he really heard what Tu Shanjun said.
Practice the evil ghost on the cliff.
Speak!
Wen Yue once thought about whether the evil ghost on the practicing cliff could talk.
I even fantasized about the scene when my husband was talking.
But I didn't expect it to be like this.
When the evil spirit spoke, he felt deeply shuddered.
Not fear, but excitement.
Tu Shanjun did not rush Wen Yue, he did not value false fame.
Even if Wen Yue does not follow the etiquette of a disciple, as long as Tu Shanjun likes him, he will teach him what he knows.
As the banner master becomes stronger, he will be able to obtain more evil spirits and souls in the future, which means that he can also become stronger.
For Tushanjun, raising a flag master is like an investment.
Thousands of words.
Tu Shanjun just wants to hold on to his life and not let anyone take it away at will.
He needs to control his own destiny, and he also needs a banner master who can do his best to help him become stronger.
The banner master and the soul banner complement each other.
Not having your life in your own hands breeds fear.
Placing your hope on others is the stupidest decision.
Therefore, even though he was training banner masters from scratch, Tushanjun did not have any complaints.
He can afford to wait.
Patience is sufficient.
"I……"
"Sir, please accept my bow."
Wen Yue, who was speaking incoherently, saluted again.
Be precise and courteous.
This was something Tushanjun had never experienced before. He did not expect that the apprenticeship ceremony would be so complicated.
But in Wen Yue's opinion, no matter what, it is just a matter of becoming a disciple.
The master has his own duties, and the disciples must do their work.
"Tushanjun."
Wen Yue thought silently in his heart again.
Just hearing his name makes me think he is an expert.
This further confirmed his guess about the ghosts and gods on the practicing cliff.
Maybe this person himself is an expert who has fallen, and a ray of his remnant soul settles here, lodged in the soul flag.
It's like what the teahouse storyteller said, those immortal figures who come and go and cause disaster.
Then the dragon swims in the shallows and the tiger falls in the sun.
After practicing the Blood Demon Technique, Wen Yue naturally understood what the Soul Flag was.
Tushanjun is the main soul evil ghost who sits on the Zunhun Banner.
However, there is no record in the Blood Evil Dafa that the main soul evil ghost has such a high level of sanity.
On the contrary, it is recorded that the evil spirits in the soul flags are generally not very intelligent.
The most important thing is that Tu Shanjun does not have the magic method to castrate the blood evil, and the details about the soul banner are introduced in it.
Such a magnanimous spirit truly impressed Wen Yue, and made him feel that he had found a confidant.
Observe his demeanor and look, he is definitely not an ordinary person.
If it weren't for the fact that they had performed the apprenticeship ceremony first, it would actually be a good thing to become brothers with different surnames.
Thinking of this, Wen Yue felt that he was still young and impulsive.
I gave myself a lower grade now.
This was just a small thought in Wen Yue's mind. In fact, he felt that he was extremely lucky to have his teacher as his teacher.
Tu Shanjun didn't know the countless dramas that Wen Yue imagined.
After thinking for a moment, the black mist condensed into words with a wave of his hand, and appeared in front of Wen Yue.
'There are qi practitioners in the city. Since you have become a monk and have spiritual light, you will be found out by the opponent.'
Wen Yue nodded, it was indeed true.
The Spiritual Officer's Dharma Eyes can help him observe other Qi Practitioners.
However, his own aura will not be obscured by the Dharma Eye of the Spiritual Officer.
If the casual cultivators in the enshrined building notice that he has become a monk, it will probably be very troublesome.
Wen Yue looked at Tushanjun with hopeful eyes.
Now that Tu Shanjun has brought it up, is there a solution to the problem?
You can't stay in the Marquis's residence forever and not go out.
"Sir, can you teach me something?"
Tu Shanjun waved his ghost hand, and a scripture meaning appeared in front of Wen Yue.
The scriptures float with a little bit of light.
The spell formulas and movement routes are clear and concise.
"Spirit Turtle Breath Technique"
This technique can cover up the aura of aura.
If one's cultivation level is not as high as Gaoyue, one cannot see into his reality.
Tu Shanjun didn't watch Wen Yue practice. He just put the things there and took them by himself if he wanted to learn.
It is not a very clever thing in itself. It is enough to understand it according to the meaning of the scriptures.
Wen Yue memorized all the scriptures and exercises, and asked some questions he had doubts about.
Tushanjun is also happy to answer my questions.
But except for when he said his name, everything else was condensed into words with black mist.
The scriptures and commentaries are there. Unless you are particularly stupid, you can understand them by thinking about them a few times.
Afterwards, Wen Yue raised his hands and asked, "I wonder what the master needs his disciples to do?"
Tushanjun doesn't cover up either.
'Evil spirit, ghost.'
These are the two things the Soul Banner needs.
Regardless of whether it is blood evil, Yin evil, or any other evil spirit, as long as it is evil spirit, it can enhance the ability level of the Soul Banner.
The same is true for ghosts.
Of course, it would be better if there were strange ghosts sneaking around, as Tushanjun could also steal skill seeds from them.
"Disciples will remember it."
'There is something, you can take it out of the soul flag yourself.'
When Tu Shanjun waved his hand to wipe away the words condensed in black smoke in front of his eyes, Wen Yue suddenly woke up in the bathtub.
"On the ninth day of the lunar month, what time is it?"
"Go back to me, sir, it's already noon and you've slept for two hours."
The water in Wen Yue's bathtub was actually still warm.
Wubao is really loyal and can handle things reassuringly and swiftly.
Get up.
In order not to attract attention, Wen Yue did not use magic power, but wiped his body himself.
Then take out the contents of the soul flag.
"Talk for holding things."
Wen Yue picked it up in surprise.
The talisman in his hand was what Tu Shanjun asked him to take out.
This was also the trophy that Tushanjun got from Zhou Liang after he attacked him, and it was just for Wen Yue.
Wen Yue opened the talisman and found a low-grade magic weapon robe inside.
There are piles of scriptures and classics, as well as some sneaky materials that have just entered the grade.
Four long strips of spiritual stone that have long been coiled and lost their edges.
In the bottles and jars are relatively common low-grade healing medicines, as well as some scraps of silver left over.
Tu Shanjun left a description of these items, and Wen Yue from the province did not know why he showed up in front of the casual cultivators in the worship building.
The apprenticeship ceremony is very generous.
Wen Yue happily placed the talisman close to his body.
I patted my chest and felt the talisman placed close to my body.
Wen Yue immediately began to practice the spirit turtle fetal breath technique.
The Breath of the Spirit Turtle, as the name suggests, is a technique that simulates the sleeping spirit of a spirit turtle. It can converge the breath of the whole body and cover the aura of the body.
With the ability of this technique, as long as Wen Yue is able to get started, the Qi practitioner who is close to him may not be able to detect Wen Yue's identity as a Qi practitioner.
Wen Yue was also patient and would not move around or use magic power until he had mastered this technique.
After another five days, under Tu Shanjun's frequent guidance, Wen Yue finally got started.
Wen Yuechang took a deep breath.
This turbid breath suddenly turned into mist and enveloped Wen Yue's body, covering up the spiritual light on his body.
Wen Yue now looks like an ordinary innate master.
Although ordinary warriors cannot see the difference between Xiantian and other warriors.
Without taking action, a warrior's strength cannot be measured with the naked eye, and can only be judged by experience in the world.
Tu Shanjun saw it clearly in the soul flag, and the response to this technique was pretty good.
It is a very useful auxiliary spell.
After tidying up, Wen Yue took Chujiu out.
After holding it in for so many days, it’s time to go out for a walk.