Generally speaking, the threshold for practicing the first-class middle-grade Taoism is the inner palace cultivation level.
An intuitive description of this so-called threshold of practice is that if a first-class low-grade Taoist technique only needs to maximize one power source, some first-grade middle-grade Taoist techniques must use two or even four power sources. Based on the five sources of power, this is the threshold of cultivation that is difficult to cross.
However, some people with extraordinary talents can naturally reduce the demand for certain or even certain types of Taoism, or they can naturally promote Taoism with less consumption than practitioners of the same realm. For example, Maplewood City King Changxiang's Wind Bird True Spirit and Zhang Linchuan's Thunder Snake True Spirit allowed them to master Taoism beyond the previous level.
Apart from the cases of extraordinary talents, another exception is the creation of Taoism that belongs to oneself.
Because he is the creator of Taoism, he has a deep understanding of its release principles, and he creates it based on himself, which is most in line with his own conditions and suitable for his own performance. Therefore, he can master Taoism in advance with extreme control.
Countless flame birds flew around and sang their own songs.
At the center of the Taoist bombing, Jiang Wang saw Zhang Yong's eyes.
See the deep despair and pleading in his eyes.
"Don't say it, please!"
It was a look with such deep pleading.
If possible, Zhang Yong would not use the pupil technique even if he was wasted here.
Because in the history of the Fengxian Zhang family, no one was good at eye skills, and they would be exposed as soon as they used it. Then everything that had been painstakingly planned before, the sacrifices, planning, blood and tears... would all become phantoms.
However, getting rid of jealousy is completely an instinctive reaction of the body.
After this, Jiang Wang's sense of crisis was triggered, which led to the early appearance of the Eight-tone Flame Bird - this Taoist technique that Jiang Wang had originally prepared for Wang Yiwu.
Now Zhang Yong is very sure that Jiang Wang has discovered his secret.
But there was nothing he could do. There were so many people at the scene, Jiang Wuqi, Li Longchuan, Xu Xiangqian... no one was easy to deal with.
Unless he could kill Jiang Wang here as soon as he noticed the pupil technique, but if he couldn't use the pupil technique, he had no chance. However, using the pupil technique to kill Jiang Wang is equivalent to exposing oneself, and the result is no different.
What's more, with Jiang Wang's current fighting prowess, even if he uses his pupil technique with all his strength... he may not be able to succeed.
With such thorough planning and arrangements, he successfully passed through the secret realm of Tianfu, dealt with the investigation of the Qingpai head catcher, and finally managed to sneak into Jiang Wuqi's side safely. Even the Daqi royal family failed to find out who he was.
It never occurred to him. Only in an encounter in Yunwu Mountain, it was just a step-by-step move, a simple plan to get ahead, but unexpectedly, it turned into a desperate situation!
The desperation and pleading in his eyes were real and concrete emotions.
Because everything he did along the way was tied to Jiang Wang's thoughts.
And how will Jiang Wang decide?
…
In the eyes of everyone watching the battle on the pavilion road.
The sea of clouds in Yunwu Mountain surged for several miles before being slowly gathered back by the power of Tianxiang Yun Pavilion's magic circle.
The eight tones curled up, and the flame sparrows dispersed.
Zhang Yong stood on the cloud in despair, while Jiang Wang pointed his sword at his throat.
The outcome has been decided.
Jiang Wang looked at him deeply, and then moved the sword away.
He turned around on the sea of clouds and looked at Jiang Wuqi: "Your Highness, the play is over."
The pavilion was silent for a moment.
Then there was applause.
Jiang Wuqi took the lead and said, "Wonderful!"
Then there was thunderous applause!
It seems that they really regarded this as an ordinary sparring match, a "martial arts show".
While clapping his hands vigorously, Xu Xiangqian deliberately moved closer to Lei Yikun: "Did the Lei family's private school only teach the word 'easy'? So although you can't see 'easy', you can only say it's easy!" "
Lei Yikun glared at him.
This person has a temper that cannot be provoked and wants to move forward immediately.
A hand was placed on his shoulder, telling him to be silent.
Jiang Wuqi took back his hand, made it into a fist, put it in front of his mouth, and couldn't help but cough a few times.
At this time, Zhang Yong walked up to him with a gloomy expression and half-knelt down: "Zhang Yong is incompetent and deserves death for hurting His Highness's face."
Jiang Wuqi raised his hand gently, and an invisible force lifted Zhang Yong up: "Fengxian Zhang suffered a misfortune and lost his secret knowledge. You only relied on some superficial skills and mixed Confucianism, Dharma and Taoism, and you have already achieved great results!" What harm does it do to my face?"
"It is my fault that the pearls and jade are covered in dust. After I go back, I will prepare a full set of exercises for you." His eyes were sincere and focused: "I hope Zhang Qing will not be discouraged and will not let his youth down."
"Your Highness..." Zhang Yong choked up for a moment.
Jiang Wuqi turned to look at Jiang Wang again with a smile: "I am really happy to see Jiang Qing's heroic figure on this Yunwu Mountain today. The matter of the fourteenth brother has been revealed, and I will not care about it again. Looking for you."
What he said was true to his words, and there was no reason to go back on his word.
Jiang Wang was actually ready for one or even two more fights, but when he saw Jiang Wuqi's attitude, he sheathed his sword and said, "Your Highness is generous."
Jiang Wuqi smiled and led the people down the mountain.
Although Zhang Yong lost, looking at the people around him, except for Lei Yikun who was really angry with Xu Xiangqian, no one looked angry.
It can be seen that everyone is convinced by Jiang Wuqi's decision.
People at the time said that the eleventh prince was most similar to Qi Jun. Judging from this brief encounter, Jiang Wang had to admit that he did have the aura of an emperor.
If the opponents were all at the level of the Fourteenth Prince Jiang Wuyong, there would probably be no suspense in this competition. .
Zhang Yong fell behind the team. When he reached the corner of the pavilion road, he glanced sideways at Jiang Wang with complicated eyes.
"Why, he's still not convinced?" Xu Xiangqian asked very alertly.
Jiang Wang said perfunctorily: "Maybe!"
Despite such twists and turns, I actually no longer have any thoughts about admiring flowers. But there was no need to change what had been established, so the group continued walking up the mountain.
The pavilion road winds around the mountain and finally reaches the top of the mountain.
But I saw that the entire top of the mountain had been flattened by manpower.
The pavilion road stretches in the air, forming a square pavilion, just above the center of the top of the mountain.
There is a plaque on the front with the word "Yunwu" written on it.
Yunwu Mountain seems to be topped by Yunwu Pavilion.
And right under everyone's feet, underneath the Yunwu Pavilion, there was a whole lilac flowerbed in full bloom.
Although the flowers are purple, there are actually traces of white mist rising from the petals and gathering with the clouds and mist on the mountainside.
It seems that the thick clouds that cover Yunwu Mountain all year round are also contributed by this cloud flower.
The fragrance of clouds and flowers becomes even more profound here. It is indescribably intoxicating, no wonder it has the reputation of "heavenly fragrance".
Everyone looked around in the pavilion and forgot their worries for a moment.
…
Go down the mountain pavilion road.
Lei Yikun couldn't help but asked: "That Jiang Wuyong overestimates his own abilities, has weak talents and weak virtues, and yet he is obsessed with the country. Your Highness, why do you bother to do this for him?"
He was from Jiang Wuqi's mother's family, so there were things that were inconvenient for others to say, but he didn't have to worry about it.
"It's the Fourteenth Prince." Jiang Wuqi corrected him.
"Ahem."
It was windy on the mountain, so he coughed twice more, and then said with a pun: "To safeguard the dignity of the Daqi royal family is to safeguard the dignity of this palace."
