Who Told Him To Cultivate Immortality! Chapter 207

  Chapter 207 The ground is a prison

  After bidding farewell to the masters of the Five Great Immortal Sects, Emperor Xia heard the call of his ancestors, asking him to go to the forbidden area. He has important matters to explain.

   "Ancestor, what's the matter?" Emperor Xia came to the forbidden area and saluted respectfully to the ancestor.

   After waiting for a long time, Emperor Xia didn't wait for the ancestor's response, so he secretly raised his head.

  When he raised his head, he saw the old ancestor's face with a half-smile, and subconsciously took a few steps back.

   "I heard that you encouraged Yunzhi to teach me a lesson?"

   Emperor Xia was shocked, the palace was shrouded in a fairy formation, only him and Yunzhi were present, how did the ancestor know? !

   "Nonsense, I set up the fairy array, of course I can listen to it however I want!"

   "Stinky boy, I think it's because I beat you too little when I was a child!" The ancestor stretched out his big hand and squeezed Emperor Xia into the forbidden area.

   "Old, old ancestor, be gentle, I grew up watching you, hit me, it hurts in your heart!"

   "Don't worry, my heart is as strong as iron!"

   Soon there was a shrill cry from the forbidden area.

   It is no wonder that there are rumors in the palace that there are undead ominous things being suppressed in the forbidden area, and the ominous things are often wiped out by formations, making miserable wailing.

  Of course, some eunuchs and maids said that it might be Emperor Xia who shouted, but this kind of speculation is disrespectful and has not spread.

  Even if it spreads, people will probably think it is a rumor.

   "Brother Lu, do you want to learn new spells? Brother Ji Hongwen wants to teach you." Lu Yang was practicing his sword in a smart white suit, when Mangu found him, and Meng Jingzhou was with him.

   "I was also called here by Mangu." Meng Jingzhou explained with a smile, why not learn one more spell?

   "Why did senior brother Ji Hongwen think of teaching us spells?" Lu Yang wondered.

  Ji Hongwen is the eldest disciple of the Fourth Elder of Confucianism Cultivators. He is good at painting Taoism, and his cultivation level is comparable to that of senior brother Dai Bufan.

"Oh, that's it." Mangu explained, "I think Confucianism cultivators should fight more gracefully. Fighting with a big hammer like me is not a normal Confucianism cultivator's moves, so I want to learn some elegant spells. .”

  Lu Yang looked at Man Gu in amazement, astonished.

   Is the barbarian bone going to break through the curse cast on the barbarian by the immortal fairy? Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations.

   "Besides, my hammer was sent to Li Haoran for an upgrade, and I won't be able to practice hammering for a while, so I might as well find something else."

"Then I went to Senior Brother Ji and asked if he could teach me one or two Confucianism spells. He said yes, and I asked if I could invite the two of you to learn together. He said yes, but if not, I will come to you and Brother Meng."

  Lu Yang nodded: "I have a heart."

   Mangu hurriedly said: "What Brother Lu said, I have learned a lot from you and Brother Meng. I am just taking advantage of it, and I will teach you when Senior Brother Ji teaches me."

  Meng Jingzhou patted Man Gu on the shoulder: "That's called pushing the boat with the flow."

   "Brother Meng is still knowledgeable."

  Meng Jingzhou: "..."

  The three of them came to the bamboo forest. Brother Ji Hongwen was dozing off in the gazebo. As soon as the three of them stepped into the bamboo forest, he woke up.

  Lu Yang shook his head, the quality of his sleep was far worse than that of Immortal Fairy.

   Up to now, Immortal Fairy is still sleeping, sleeping quite soundly.

   "Come here?" Brother Ji greeted with a smile.

   "Hello Senior Brother Ji!" The three of them clasped their hands together and said in unison.

Senior Brother Ji put on a serious expression: "Brother Mangu asked me to teach him a style of Confucianism Cultivator spells. It's all right, but Confucian Cultivator spells have always been difficult to learn, and you may not be able to learn them. The three of you are geniuses. I hope Even if you can't learn it, don't be discouraged."

   Mangu is full of confidence in Lu Yang: "Brother Lu's magic talent is far above mine, he will definitely be able to learn it!"

  Senior Brother Ji shook his head and laughed, feeling that Mangu's words were too exaggerated.

   Except for the big sister, who can guarantee that they will be able to learn spells?

   "The spell I taught you is called painting the ground as a prison."

   "You should have heard of this spell. You only need to draw a circle on the ground to confine the opponent in the circle. With the fierce attack method, the opponent has nowhere to escape if they want to escape. They must bear your attack!"

  The eyes of the three of them lit up. They didn't expect it to be this spell, and the reputation of painting the ground as a prison is quite large.

   Draw a circle at will, and you can trap the opponent. How elegant, it is a first-class fairy method!

   "Let me show you."

  Brother Ji stretched out a finger, using his hand as a pen, and gently drew a circle around Lu Yang and the three of them. The three found themselves blocked by an invisible barrier and could not leave.

   Mangu and Meng Jingzhou tried to break the barrier with brute force, but to no avail.

  Lu Yang wanted to use the ground to escape from the ground, but he knocked down firmly to the ground, but failed.

   "Haha, this is the ground as a prison." Brother Ji canceled the circle casually.

  “If you want to learn how to draw the ground as a prison, you must first be able to draw circles with your bare hands, and the second is to memorize the formula.”

  Brother Ji asked the three of them to draw a circle, and the three of them drew a crooked circle, like a circle surrounded by caterpillars.

   "Look at what you drew, it's like an egg." Meng Jingzhou laughed at Lu Yang.

  Lu Yang glanced at Meng Jingzhou's painting: "You are not as good as me, the painting is like a tea egg."

   "Tea eggs are worth more than your eggs."

   "It's troublesome to do."

  The point of debate between the two gradually deviated from painting.

   "Practice more, it is not difficult for a monk to control the body to draw pictures." Senior Brother Ji pointed out three people, and Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou stopped their meaningless quarrel.

   Sure enough, as Senior Brother Ji said, as long as you consciously control your body, you can quickly draw a circle with your hands.

   "Teach another formula, listen carefully, not only remember the words, but also the tone of each word!"

   "The momentum cannot be entered, the discussion cannot be right..."

  The three of them listened attentively, trying to memorize each word and the tone of each word, and after trying several times, they finally memorized them all.

   "Finally, and the most difficult point, you must thoroughly understand the mantra, and naturally turn it into a spiritual power circulation route in your body, in order to successfully cast the spell!"

  Ji Hongwen warned the three of them not to be negligent in learning how to paint the ground as a prison.

   Mangu recited the mantra silently, trying to use the painting as a prison, he circled himself round and round, but he never succeeded.

  Meng Jingzhou is stronger than Mangu, probably because he has better understanding. After he tried to perform it many times, he occasionally had a few circles that could form an invisible cage, but the success rate is too low, so it must not be used in actual combat now.

   "You don't need to be impatient. I think I was at the golden core stage when I learned this spell. Even so, I had to learn it for five days before I learned it." Ji Hongwen was afraid of hurting the three of them, but in fact he learned it after two days of learning.

   "See how Lu Yang is learning?"

   At this time, Lu Yang closed his eyes, and the formula was repeated in his mind over and over again. He imagined himself as the person who created the spell, and imagined what kind of psychology he created this spell in the first place.

  Lu Yang opened his eyes, sparkling with energy.

   "I will!" Lu Yang is full of confidence, very confident, calm and unhurried, like a master who has practiced martial arts for fifty years, coming to the ring, talking and laughing to defeat a strong enemy.

  Lu Yang's voice caught the attention of Meng Jingzhou and Mangu. They stopped practicing to see how Lu Yang was doing.

   Could Lu Yang succeed once?

  Even if he thinks brother Lu's magic talent is amazing, he doesn't think Lu Yang can succeed.

   At least practice a few more times.

  Looking after Senior Brother Ji, Lu Yang stretched out his index finger and drew a perfect circle around himself.

   "Draw the ground as a prison!"

  Then Lu Yang noticed that the surrounding scene changed.

  Dimless, silent, with pillars trapping him, with thick earth above his head.

   This is a dungeon.

  Lu Yang: "...So I learned to draw dungeons?"

  (end of this chapter)

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