"Master Huang, there is a letter from the young master." In the Baozhi Forest, Ah Fu took out a letter from his body, handed it to Huang Feihong, and then left in a hurry.
Huang Feihong took the letter, opened it slowly, looked at the words on it, and smiled slightly.
"Feihong, what did Ali say above? Is he still in Guangxi?" Aunt Thirteen, who was packing her clothes on the side, asked curiously.
"Yes, but he said in the letter that he has almost learned what he wants to learn and is about to leave Guangxi." Huang Feihong nodded.
As soon as she mentioned this, Aunt Thirteen was helpless and asked Huang Feihong,
"Feihong, do you think there really are ghosts in this world?"
She never imagined that Jiang Li, a person who grew up in novels and had nothing to do with strange powers and delusions, would be able to study those strange things for a year.
You know, Jiang Li studied in the UK, how could he still believe in these weird things?
"Why are you talking about this? I haven't seen it. How do I know? But Jiang Li wrote in the past that he had indeed seen it, and he doesn't know whether it is true or not." Huang Feihong waved his hand and said.
"Okay, I really can't do anything to you." Aunt Thirteen puffed her lips and walked aside.
"A Li's martial arts has improved rapidly." Looking at the letter in his hand, Huang Feihong couldn't help but feel a sense of defeat in his heart.
Jiang Li understood Dan Jin a year ago, and is now groping around the edge of Gang Jin. As for him, he has just understood Dan Jin, and it will take some time before he can fully master it, let alone Gang Jin.
At this time, he finally understood why his father and Chen Huashun were so excited.
With such a terrifying talent, he will at least become a powerful person in the future. He will be the top expert in the entire Central Plains. Anyone who can teach such a monster would be excited.
"Sigh, the gap will get bigger and bigger in the future." Huang Feihong felt a wry smile in his heart and shook his head.
"I don't know what Ali is doing now?"
What is Jiang Li doing now?
Renjia Town, Yizhuang.
The originally wide courtyard was divided into two parts, and at least half of the area against the wall was made into plum blossom piles.
At this time, a figure was punching above. Sometimes he was standing on one foot, sometimes he was a tiger entering the forest, sometimes he was a tiger and a crane, and sometimes his fists were blowing like wind. It looked very majestic.
Don't get me wrong, this person is not Jiang Li, but Qiu Sheng.
Under the eaves not far away, Jiang Li was wearing a long gown with a white background and blue edges. He held a pen in his right hand and concentrated on drawing on the altar. Drops of sweat appeared on his forehead.
At the same time, when he was writing, he was still murmuring, "Hao Hao Yin and Yang, the sun rises in the east, I am now writing talismans to sweep away ominous things, spitting out the true fire of Samadhi, obeying a word of light, catching monsters, making the sky canopy strongman, destroying
The Seventh Use King Kong is used to subdue demons and monsters, turning them into auspiciousness, and is as urgent as laws and regulations."
After finishing speaking, Jiang Li put away his pen, ignoring his tired spirit, and stared closely at the blue talisman on the altar. Suddenly, a breeze suddenly drifted around him, carrying a scent of fragrance.
Immediately afterwards, I saw a flash of light flashing on the blue talisman, and then it calmed down and became ordinary.
However, Jiang Li was overjoyed.
"It's done, senior brother, I'm done." Jiang Li picked up the talisman and shouted into the hall.
"What happened?" Inside the room, Uncle Jiu was wearing a single coat and yawning as he walked out.
"Of course it's the Thunder Talisman." Jiang Li handed the blue talisman in his hand to Uncle Jiu and said excitedly.
He couldn't help but be excited. God knows how many times he had practiced to draw a blue talisman.
Jiang Li has lived here since Uncle Jiu accepted a disciple as his master a year ago, and Uncle Jiu taught Maoshan Taoism on his behalf, because their master has passed away long ago.
Jiang Li originally thought that the Maoshan sect was a sect that cultivated immortality, and would have any methods for cultivating magic power. Unfortunately, he was still too naive. There is no such magical thing in this world. Maoshan did want to practice, but what he cultivated was not magic power.
But the spirit.
You heard it right, cultivating the spirit, that is, soul power.
According to what Uncle Jiu told him, whether it was catching ghosts, subduing demons or drawing talismans, the descendants of Maoshan all used specific techniques to draw the aura between heaven and earth with their spiritual power to subjugate demons.
Just like when Jiang Li drew a talisman just now, he had to use a magic pen, dipped in cinnabar and black ink to draw the talisman in a specific shape. At the same time, he had to recite a spell in his mouth, concentrate on drawing the aura between heaven and earth,
Let it return to the talisman paper.
In addition, the so-called thunder talisman drawn by Jiang Li does not mean that when the talisman is thrown out, a thunder will roll down and split others in half. It is not that magical.
Using the Sky Thunder Talisman is actually like setting off a cannon, releasing the spiritual energy inside and then exploding with a bang.
The explosion of the spiritual energy mass can directly scatter the spirit bodies of ghosts, and because the effect is similar to thunder, it is called the Sky Thunder Talisman.
Of course, talismans are also divided into levels, including yellow talisman, blue talisman, purple talisman, silver talisman, and gold talisman. Among them, gold talisman has the highest power and yellow talisman has the lowest power.
What Jiang Li draws now is a blue talisman.
Don't underestimate the blue talisman. Now that the world is at the end of the law, spiritual energy has escaped, and Taoism has fallen into silence, there are not many people who can draw the yellow talisman, let alone the blue talisman. As for the purple talisman and above, they are all legendary things.
No one has seen it for a long time.
Hearing Jiang Li's words, Uncle Jiu's whole body shivered, and the drowsiness in his mind disappeared instantly. He quickly took the blue talisman from Jiang Li's hand and sensed it carefully.
After a long time, Uncle Jiu raised his head and looked at Jiang Li with a complicated expression.
What kind of monster did I cultivate? It only took one year to successfully draw the blue talisman. This speed is so damn fast.
There is such a monster in the Taoist world. Uncle Jiu just wants to say, if you can, give me Maoshan another dozen.
It's hard to look back at the past. It took him more than 20 years to reach his current state on Maoshan Mountain, and then he squatted here all his life. But as for Jiang Li, it only took him one year to reach his current state.
Caught up with him.
What else can he say? Is it worthy of being an innate Taoist body?
"Senior brother, how are you doing?" Jiang Li asked doubtfully.
Uncle Jiu came back to his senses, his face was as usual, his eyes were very calm, and he nodded slowly, "It's okay, keep working hard."
"Okay?" Jiang Li was speechless. Looking at Uncle Jiu's unconcerned eyes, most of the joy in his heart disappeared in an instant.
In his opinion, Uncle Jiu was a giant in the world of Taoism and Dharma. Since he said he still wanted to work hard, that meant he couldn't do it anymore.
How did he know? It was precisely because he had a deep understanding of Uncle Jiu from watching movies in his previous life that it misled him.
Jiang Li, who was speechless, immediately threw the blue talisman in his hand into the yard, triggering it instantly.
"Bang..." I heard a rumbling vibration in the courtyard, and a big pit suddenly exploded on the ground. The entire yard was shrouded in smoke and dust, and Qiu Sheng, who was practicing on the plum blossom pile, shivered.
fell down.
"There's an earthquake, there's an earthquake..." Wencai yelled and ran out holding the quilt, his face still dazed.
"Senior brother, the power of the Heavenly Thunder Talisman seems to be pretty good today." Jiang Li said to Uncle Jiu who came out with a look of helplessness.
With such power, even an old ghost would be blown to pieces by the violent spiritual energy.
Uncle Jiu was speechless.
"Today, Mr. Ren invited me to talk and drink foreign tea in a teahouse owned by foreigners. Ah Li, you will come with me later." Uncle Jiu said to Jiang Li at the dinner table.
After all, Jiang Li is someone who has been abroad, so he will not lose face before taking him with him.
"Master, can you take me with you?" Wencai said in a low voice.
"Look at Yizhuang." Uncle Jiu's eyes widened, and Wencai immediately stopped eating.
"Uncle Master, how do you use Huajin? It's been half a year, and I don't feel anything at all." On the other hand, Qiu Sheng asked Jiang Li.
Uncle Jiu's two apprentices, Wen Cai is a complete lazy + loser, and will never learn anything in his life. Qiu Sheng does not like these Taoism, but he is very interested in kung fu, and his own kung fu foundation is not bad.
It's just that Maoshan is a Taoist after all, and Uncle Jiu's practice of Youshen Baguazhang has only reached An Jin, let alone Qiu Sheng. When Jiang Li became a disciple, he was just a layman who had just stepped into Ming Jin.
Over the past year, Jiang Li has also taught him some martial arts in his spare time. Now, he has reached the peak of An Jin. He can break through the Hua Jin as long as he transforms into a butterfly. Jiang Li can't help him with this.
he.
"You can only rely on yourself to understand the energy. It depends on your feeling. You can never explain it clearly." Jiang Li shrugged and said.