It took more than three months to forge all the smelted materials on hand into magic weapons, and boldly tried his newly learned five-element inscription technique. It was a huge waste, but with his deep soul and luck, he refined a seal carving weapon.
The best magical weapon of the fire element with inscriptions.
Other magic weapons added with different spiritual materials were refined into five types.
Each piece is a fine product that goes beyond ordinary magic weapons.
Chen Mou spent most of his time in the small island courtyard, drinking tea and chatting with Marquis Yuan after refining weapons.
Occasionally he would go to Little Candle Mountain to read, or watch the Gibbon Monkey forging magic weapons and drawing runes on the assembly line. The high priest would say hello to him, so he could go anywhere.
The chief priest gave the tribal elders the reason for protecting the Dharma because of his predestined relationship with Yuan Zuguo.
In the world of cultivation, the word "Yuan" has endless magical uses and can be both virtual and real.
On the slope of the tomb, the autumn wind carries the fragrance of fruits.
The little black-haired monkey guards a small orchard assigned to it by its owner. There are five jujube trees in the orchard that are about to ripen. The monkey guards them day and night to prevent the birds in the sky from stealing food.
In the courtyard of the small island, Chen Mou was leaning over his desk in a side room, holding a talisman pen, dipped in red talisman ink, and drawing talismans on the yellow talisman paper.
In addition to his homework, chanting sutras, practicing martial arts, refining weapons, practicing swordsmanship, practicing spells, etc., cultivating his energy and transforming his luck have also become his daily exercises, and he also practices drawing talismans in his spare time.
The "Secret Talisman of the Source of Fire" that he got from Meng Tianxiu's study was too advanced, so he started with the ordinary fireball talisman. Hua Lingshi consulted the talisman master of Lundao Hall to learn the basic principles of drawing talismans, and worked step by step.
He coveted the flame rain talisman and fire armor talisman recorded in the "Secret Talisman of the Source of Fire", and he happened to be able to make them with his foundation building cultivation level.
The other Fire Talisman and Sea of Fire Talisman require at least Jindan cultivation.
Silently recite the fire spell in your mouth, and use the subtle energy to pass through the talisman pen. "Shasha" writes the talisman on the yellow paper. The charm is coherent, the spirit is connected, and the foot of the talisman is drawn meticulously. At the moment when the pen is completed, all the talismans on the yellow talisman are
The pattern has a faint red flame flashing, then dims and converges.
A complex double fireball talisman was drawn, leaving only different shades of ink on the talisman paper.
Chen Mou brushed away the successful talisman with no joy on his face, and took out a blank Yuxuan talisman paper from the storage bag. It was twice as thick as the ordinary yellow talisman. He replaced it with a small bottle of extremely high-quality talisman ink, and slowly
Mix thoroughly, dip your pen into the ink, and skillfully draw the "Fire Rain Talisman" on the Jade Xuan Talisman Paper.
Finished in one go, feeling quite good.
However, at the last stroke of finishing, the talisman paper with red ink suddenly burst into smoke and burned in the blink of an eye.
Chen Mou had experienced many failures. He calmly watched the talisman paper burn to a little bit of ashes, recalling in his mind the rhythm of using the pen just now and the amount of energy he controlled. He believed that if he kept burning, one day he would get a mysterious feeling.
The burning was successful.
There is a saying in the world of cultivation that "the weapon array and talisman pills will eat up the empty Lingshi Mountain".
This shows how terrifying it is to consume money in the early stages of the Four Arts of Cultivation.
It is definitely not something that ordinary casual cultivators can bear. Disciples who are not valued by the sect and do not have extraordinary talents will find it difficult to stand out in the Four Arts.
After simply tidying up, Chen Mou walked out of the yard and strolled to the Hexagonal Pavilion by the lake.
"Failed to make the talisman again?"
There was a hint of schadenfreude on the corner of Yuan Hou's mouth, and with a snap of his fingers, a bottle of clear tea was poured from the copper pot into the empty teacup, and the fragrance floated faintly.
"Yes, it failed again. Lao Yuan, please help me find the crux of the problem. Every piece of blank Yuxuan talisman paper will cost me ten spiritual stones. If I burn it like this every day, I will be sitting on nothing and selling monkey wine."
Already."
Chen Mou drank all the tea in one gulp. His mouth was full of bitterness and he could not get back to it for a long time.
He endured the bitterness and practiced his martial arts for a while, refining and absorbing the spiritual energy in the spiritual tea brewed by Lao Yuan Xin.
Lao Yuan, who had nothing to do, tasted hundreds of teas, and now he has found his interest in making tea by himself. He has become the target of disaster, but he is still enjoying it.
Who told Lao Yuan that he was not that good at making tea, but the materials he used were genuine.
There are many medicinal herbs in the mountains, and Lao Yuan picked them up at will. They are all good things. Except for him and the little black-haired monkey, other monster monkeys can't eat them if they want to.
"When you drew the fire talisman, did you call the natal fire pattern?"
Yuan Hou answered the question casually and saw that Chen Mou was enjoying the drink very much. He also took a sip of the tea, spit it all out, and cursed: "Is this something people drink? It's been roasted over a fire."
It’s so hard, you’re so bad.”
Chen Mou bared his teeth and smiled. This is called sharing the hardships. If you do it in the first year of junior high school, I will give you the fifteenth in return. He said: "The real fire extracted from the natal fire pattern is too overbearing. Even if it is a trace invisible to the naked eye, the talisman pen
Neither the talisman nor the talisman paper can afford it, so I can’t use it to make talismans. Maybe when my cultivation level is higher, I can control it..."
"Why wait until later, when you know the root of the problem, do it immediately."
Yuan Hou rinsed his mouth with water and hit the nail on the head: "I found that you have a bad habit. You want to wait until the future is 100% safe before doing anything. This is not good, very bad. Over time, you lack the determination to make progress.
Every little bit of your character will become a stumbling block on the way up.
"You have accumulated more than 400 jars of monkey wine in the warehouse, and you are about to harvest another 200 jars. With your financial resources, what good materials can't be bought? Since you know that your natal fire pattern is domineering, then buy something you can afford.
Talisman pens and paper, such simple things, do you need to torment yourself every day? That is not grinding, it is a waste of time and torture.
"With good materials, even if you are refining ordinary fireball talismans, the power is completely different. Try it boldly. What are you afraid of? You have to show courage to see the right thing. Just throw it out like six hundred jars of monkey wine. Listen.
A sound of water."
He was so proud that he sprayed saliva all over the other person's face.
Lao Yuan never stayed overnight when he had a grudge, he avenged it on the spot, which was very satisfying.
Chen Mou turned his back on himself and resigned himself to being taught.
It's not that he's afraid of wasting spiritual stones, but he's used to being cautious, and some of these habits have been brought into his current practice.
My heart was horrified, Lao Yuan reminded me in time, my cultivation level and financial resources have been greatly improved, and other aspects must also keep pace with the times.
"I will go to Xiaozhu Mountain to choose a few talisman pens that can withstand the fire pattern of my life. Then I will ask Elder Mutu to send the demon to bring back some second-level high-quality blank talisman paper from the Five Demon City.
To do anything, you must first sharpen your tools. You taught me the right lesson. Please give me more advice in the future."
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Yuan Hou was in high spirits, but as soon as he raised his head, the man had already handed over his hands and flew away quickly towards the lake.
He was so excited that he had nowhere to put it, and he stamped his feet in anger.
What a bad person, a duplicitous person.
Chen Mou flew over the border of Luofen Slope in one breath. The autumn air was crisp and clear. He flew over the rolling hills and enjoyed the beautiful autumn scenery.
In the large fruit forest below, green monkeys are busy picking ripe fruits in preparation for storing food for the harsh winter.
Flying all the way southeast for a hundred miles, we entered the territory of the long-armed monkeys. We were still thirty miles away from Xiaozhu Mountain. A tall monkey demon flew up from the top of the mountain and shouted: "Fellow Daoist Chen, please stay."
"Oh, it's Elder Hou Mao, what's the matter?"
Chen Mou stopped flying and asked with a smile. He had met the monkey demon opposite him several times, but he had no friendship with him.
The elders and protectors of the Monkey Monkey Tribe are all at least third-level cultivation.
He had come and gone many times and had long since stopped accompanying Protector Shi Yu, but this was the first time he had been stopped by a third-level demon monkey in the wild. He was cautious and secretly on guard. If something went wrong, he could escape at any time.
"In anticipation of your arrival today, the high priest specially ordered me to wait here. There is a letter for me to present to Taoist Fellow Chen."
A roll of leather appeared in Hou Mao's hand, and he gave it away with a smile.
The leather scroll fluttered towards Chen Mou.
In the autumn wind, under the sunshine.
Extraordinarily warm and peaceful.
In the courtyard of Fangshi, Xu'er was leaning against the door frame of the kitchen, laughing and chatting with Ying'er and Han'er, when suddenly her heart throbbed. She had been practicing for nearly two years and had a different sensitivity to telepathy.
"Xu'er, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
"Hey, Xu'er, you look so ugly. Are you sick?"
Ying'er and Han'er realized something was wrong, put down the vegetables they were picking, and got up to take care of them.
"I'm fine...it's Young Master!"
Xu'er covered her heart and ran towards the west room.
She subconsciously felt that the young master was in danger, even though he was in seclusion in the West Room and never went out.