"You have a good formation technique. I wonder who taught it? As far as I know, there are less than five disciples in Yizhang who can teach this kind of disciples." A middle-aged man with a strange face stepped in The ancestral hall, but without talking about anything else, directly asked the scholar where the teacher came from.
In his opinion, today's Yizhang has no shortage of mediocre talents, but only a handful of great talents. It is rare to see such a talented young man, and he is naturally curious about who will teach him.
"The disciples of the younger generation are unknown. If the seniors insist on asking, I can only say that they are inherited from the Taoism in the barren mountains and ridges of Yizhang. Now that my master is about to realize the Tao, it is really not convenient for me to share the Taoism with my seniors." The scholar did not hesitate at all. Instead, he told the middle-aged man in the form of a strange beast openly and clearly, and was unwilling to reveal which school he studied under.
"The orthodoxy in the barren mountains?" The man was very interested. Although he heard the rejection in Liu Qing's words, he still spoke sternly, "When it comes to formations, the old cow nose of Qi Qi is barely good, and with the addition of hand The magic weapon and the fist palm should be rare in this world, but unfortunately I heard that the disciple's ability is somewhat weak, and it is definitely impossible to teach a young person like you."
The middle-aged man transformed into an old beast has survived for who knows how many years in this world, and his eyesight is so vicious that he can see the beauty of it just by the scholar Liu Qing's hand-shielding array.
Just like chess, you can tell whether the person in front of you is mediocre or talented after just a few games. This formation technique is simply not something ordinary people can master.
The two of them sat cross-legged on the futon in the ancestral hall. The scholar's posture was also stable, but he still felt that the aura of the man next to him was as vast and steady as a building. Even if Wu Shuang was here, it would be difficult for him to achieve an effective sword.
The old beast that looks like a dragon and a turtle climbed out of the well, which is quite impressive when you think about it.
"That's all," the man with long beard and green hair waved his hand, looking a little helpless, and said to the scholar beside him, "I have been looking for an object in recent years, but I can't keep up with the things in the spiritual world outside. As for Since you don’t want to tell who you will study under in this future life, there is no need for me to force you even a little bit.”
The scholar smiled and saluted with his fists clasped in a very decent manner, "I would like to thank you, senior, for your understanding."
"However, what is the point of going to Lancang Water now?" The man frowned, and said in a casual tone, "A gentleman does not take away from others' favor. Since you are a scholar who practices formations, and what is your background as a master? It’s not small. I guess there is no need to refine any magic weapon. What use can the Lancang water in my temple be used for?”
Hearing this, the scholar raised his eyebrows without trace, and his mind immediately recalled some records he had seen in ancient books.
There is a sweet spring in the south of Daqi, which never dries up all year round. Even in disaster years, the water in the well is clear and sweet. The officials were puzzled and sent the people to sit in buckets and drop ropes to watch. When he entered the well, he saw a gilded beast on the surface of the well. The officials were overjoyed and ordered the people to smash the beast's head in an attempt to get money. At this time, the water in the well was rolling, and there was a roar like a dragon or tiger, and the water in the well was no longer clear. An old man claimed that there was a beast in the well, named Shuijun, carrying a giant turtle shell, with a body like a dragon, and the ability to turn the world upside down.
Although there were only a few words in the ancient book, Liu Qing couldn't help but guess something about what the man just said.
In ten days, this strange-looking old beast was the Sui Lord recorded in the book. However, whether it was the water beast or its descendant, the scholar did not dare to speculate for a while.
Calming his mind, seeing that the man's eyes were still curious, the scholar put his hands on his waist and answered slowly, "To be honest, I have been practicing formations in my late life, and I have never been interested in magic weapons. Yesterday, I came to town with my junior brother. At first, I only I just wanted to go to the blacksmith shop and ask for a durable sword for my junior brother; but then I felt that the misty moisture in the town seemed to be good for my mood, so I thought about asking for some. If I find a good one in the future Objects can be returned in multiples."
The bright sunlight shone into the ancestral hall. It was supposed to be a rare clear autumn day in recent days, but the man narrowed his eyes rather irritably, his long and narrow eyes full of impatience.
It was probably because water beasts didn't like sunlight, which was their nature. However, the man didn't let the sunlight ruin his mood. After frowning slightly, his expression recovered and he smiled warmly.
"According to this, your junior brother seems to be in a bad state of mind now. Otherwise, as a senior brother, you wouldn't have violated the taboos in the spiritual world and come to ask for my Lancang water." The man paused and raised his hand. Pick up a piece of dead grass that has rolled in the ground and grind it into fine powder.
"That's right." Seeing that the man had seen through Liu Qing's thoughts, he could only admit with a wry smile. After all, according to the rules of practitioners, his move this time was indeed unsafe.
There are a lot of taboos in the spiritual world. For example, if you like a treasure that someone else has, you usually won't say it or ask for it. Most of the time, you will mention it briefly during the conversation, saying that you also have some good things; if the other person takes it, This means there is an exchange in mind. If you don't accept it, there is no exchange.
Although most immortals do not engrave these particular rules on mountain rules, they have heard of them and will not violate the rules. After all, if you meet a kind-hearted master, it is okay, but if you meet a master with a strong temper, I'm afraid I have to turn the dough over.
The man in front of him was not angry, but just asked, "Your junior brother must be in the town. If you are interested, why not let me investigate first and then make a plan? If this Lancang water is not the crux, wouldn't you eat it?" It’s a boring loss.”
Before the scholar could reply, the man who looked very much like the rumored Suicune waved slightly.
Thousands of clear streams of water spurted out from the well, shining like ice threads and as unique as a spider web, covering the entire town.
The young man in the inn was thinking about how to construct the formation in the book. He was unconscious and did not notice a whip-like water pattern surrounding the window lattice, which was transparent in the sunlight.
"A good young swordsman, but it's a pity that his meridians are so bad." The man took back thousands of water threads and sighed, "This young man is a good swordsman, but he can only do it in the world. A master of swordsmanship, as for his level of cultivation, I’m afraid he can’t even find the gate to the three realms.”
Liu Qing was indeed a little worried about the man's actions.
There are countless kind-looking people in the world, but if he were to attack his junior brother, even if he tried his best, he might not be this man's enemy.
The momentum is like the sea, and its depth is immeasurable.
The man stopped his hand, then touched his chest and abdomen, and said something confusing, "I have been here for many days, and now I am a little bit greedy. The old boy outside is so helpless that he didn't even leave a bite of goose meat. Anger kills old age."
The man's voice was obviously extremely low and could not reach far at all, but the old man outside the ancestral hall snorted, patted his round belly, and cursed with a smile.
"You eat it every day? What's the point of trying something new every once in a while? It's a pity for this fat goose."
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