"If I can't draw the light feather talisman in seal, my next plan will fall into a dilemma of progress and no retreat. Life depends on luck. This is definitely not what I want, so I can only reluctantly give it up."
Gu Qing temporarily put away the red blood talisman pen, took the inkstone next to him, picked up the white glossy ink stick of Bailu Lingmo, injected a little spiritual power, and rubbed the ink in circles.
The thoughts in his heart gradually emptied, and Gu Qing forgot about his body. Although only half of the spiritual power in his body was left, the feeling of harmony appeared in his heart again.
After studying the ink for more than 350 times, Gu Qing gave up his inner plans and did not think about anything.
Then, Gu Qing's mind focused on the entrance between his eyebrows.
There are nine levels of talismans in the world. When a talisman master has been immersed in a certain level for a long time, all kinds of talismans in this level can be drawn at will, and they will condense into a 'talisman' in the sea of consciousness.
During Gu Qing's journey, he did not actually form a first-order talisman, but he already had the prototype of a first-order talisman.
At present, Gu Qing is unable to mobilize his spiritual consciousness, and it is indeed a bit reluctant to seal and draw the first-level light feather talisman. At this time, Gu Qing wants to use the magic of the prototype of this level of talisman to seal and draw the light feather talisman.
The center of his eyebrows beat slightly, and at a certain moment, a very special coolness came out from the center of his eyebrows, spreading throughout Gu Qing's body, and finally condensing on Gu Qing's fingertips.
"Right now."
Gu Qing suddenly realized.
The red blood talisman pen suddenly appeared in his hand, and he started writing without hesitation, drawing three talismans in succession.
The first two talismans were both dull and dull.
Only the third magic talisman, when Gu Qingzhuan finished painting, suddenly a green luster spread out, like ink stains scattered in the clear water, in the room No. 12 with the word B, like a gauze water curtain shrouded under it. Dye with a spiritual light.
"It's done!"
Gu Qing felt relieved.
He picked up this light feather talisman with a sense of agility, and saw that on this light feather talisman, the spiritual patterns carved by Bailu Lingmo seemed to be constantly gathering, dispersing, and changing.
The light feather talisman is a first-level high-grade spiritual talisman. When a monk activates this talisman, he can move like a cicada's wings against the wind.
If a monk in the late stage of Qi refining activates this light feather talisman, he can travel thousands of miles in a few quarters of minutes. However, with Gu Qing's current cultivation level, he can only exert about 70% of its power by activating this light feather talisman. , But even so, it would be difficult for a late-stage Qi refining monk to catch up with him without any special means.
What's more, Gu Qing can break into the middle stage of Qi refining at any time and push his cultivation to the fifth level of Qi refining.
At that time, using the strength of his spiritual consciousness to activate the Light Feather Talisman, his escape speed was only faster than that of ordinary Qi Refining Dzogchen monks. Even if the Foundation Establishment monk was not careful, he would be able to escape.
"The quality of the talisman is excellent, which is an unexpected surprise."
Gu Qing felt the spiritual power fluctuations on it, nodded imperceptibly, put the light feather talisman into the Shifang storage bag, got up and moved around in the room.
"If this light feather talisman is sold, it can probably be exchanged for two hundred to three hundred low-grade spiritual stones. Will it be consumed...
Eight pieces of high-grade talisman paper cost 80 pieces of low-grade spiritual stone.
More than half a tael of Bailu spiritual ink, priced at 60 yuan of low-grade spiritual stone.
Most of the spiritual power in the body needs thirty taels to forty taels of spiritual sand to restore, which is equivalent to one low-grade spiritual stone. Taking into account the energy and time consumed... Calculating this way, if you sell this light feather talisman, you can make eighty taels. To ninety low-grade spiritual stones.
Ha... If you can make such a big profit every time you seal and draw a first-grade high-grade spiritual talisman, then the cultivation in the early and middle stages of the Qi refining period will be a smooth journey..."
Gu Qing thought about this and smiled bitterly.
Nothing in the world is that easy!
Regardless of whether the cultivation in the early stage of Qi refining or the middle stage of Qi refining only requires the accumulation of resources.
Just let Gu Qingzhuan draw those simple first-order high-grade spiritual talismans. Before the first-order talismans in his sea of consciousness are completely condensed, even with the help of the power of the prototype talismans, whether his red blood talisman can become a talisman still depends on it. Depend on some luck.
If you are not lucky, once you consume ten or more high-quality talisman papers, there will be no profit.
Didn’t you see that in the cultivation workshop of Hui Feng Valley, there are many unskilled Talisman masters who have to make several losing transactions every day, and Gu Qing has suffered a lot in his previous journey.
Gu Qing first burned the eight waste talismans into ashes with the fireball technique, then took a spirit-building pill and used his spiritual power to melt it away. He then put all the items in the room into a storage bag and returned it with Gui water. With one move, the fluctuations of spiritual energy around the body were hidden, and the smoke screen array was put away, slowly dispersing like a veil of water.
Click!
The two low-grade water-attributed spiritual stones turned into debris and were thrown to the ground casually by him.
Gu Qing rubbed his face.
A few silver needles felt a stinging sensation in his flesh, and his eyes became dark again.
Once this is gone, this appearance will reveal its final value. When it ends, it will be the time when he returns to the Wind Valley Xianhe Sect. Or perhaps, he will forever lose the qualification to return to the Wind Valley, perish, and be destroyed. Grinded into dust on the ground.
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Yutai Waterside Pavilion is located at the southernmost corner of Chihu Lake.
The scope of Chihu is not small, with a radius of a hundred miles. It is the largest lake in Huaining County within 800 miles. This gathering of monks only occupies most of the northwest corner of Chihu. Standing next to the Yutai Waterside Pavilion, it looks like clouds The boat and even the five islands in the middle of the lake have become a bit small, and there are only a few monks nearby.
Gu Qing, who looked like a middle-aged man in scholar's shirt, glanced around and walked into the Yutai Waterside Pavilion.
The interior of the Yutai Waterside Pavilion is different from the layout of the Xiaopan Waterside Pavilion, more like an ordinary inn. Gu Qing's footsteps stopped in the front hall, and immediately a middle-aged man in a brocade robe dressed as an ordinary shopkeeper came forward, cupped his fists and saluted.
"Fellow Taoist, are you looking for someone or staying in a hotel?"
This middle-aged man in brocade robes dressed as an ordinary shopkeeper has only the second level of Qi Condensation. He is probably a monk sent by some small monk family to manage the Yutai Waterside Pavilion.
Gu Qing's eyes flashed slightly, and he calmly clasped his fists in response: "Is Fellow Taoist Tong San Dao here?"
"This fellow Taoist is coming with me."
The middle-aged man in brocade robe smiled and nodded, responded, and led the way. Gu Qing followed suit, but his eyes glanced around the front hall as if inadvertently.
From the moment he left Xiaopanshui Pavilion, Gu Qing was keenly aware of more than one gaze.
"More than one person? With Zhai Tong's behavior, he shouldn't be able to follow me before I leave the Chihu area. In other words, including Zhai Tong this time, at least three people are eyeing me. They can kill Zhai Tong last night." Under the interference of the lake mist, I accurately caught up with me who was activating six divine walking talismans at the same time. The owners of these lines of sight are probably in the late stage of Qi refining."
While walking, Gu Qing withdrew his gaze.
Under the skin on his back, the red filament of spiritual power from Master Zhai Tong trembled slightly from time to time. This filament of spiritual power seemed to explode at any time, blowing up Gu Qing's head.
But Gu Qing didn't panic.
The area around that thin thread of spiritual power has already been quietly surrounded by Gu Qing with a hundred times the spiritual power. When the time comes, it will be forcibly erased by him regardless of loss.
The space inside the Yutai Water Pavilion is much larger than that of the Xiaopan Water Pavilion.
After walking for more than ten breaths, Gu Qingcai, led by a middle-aged man in a brocade robe, arrived outside the room rented by Tong Sandao.
Dong dong dong...
"Fellow Taoist Tong, someone is here to look for you."
The middle-aged man in brocade robes shouted, nodded to Gu Qing with a smile, and stepped back.
"No. A, No. 8." Gu Qing glanced at the wooden sign hanging on the door. The Yutai Water Pavilion was similar to the Xiaopan Water Pavilion. Before Gu Qing could take his eyes back, the door of No. A, No. 8 in front of him was already creaking. Open with a sound.
"Fellow Taoist Gu Yun!"
Opening the door, Tong Sandao's eyes were sure.
"Fellow Taoist Tong, I wonder when I will set off to explore Feilei Peak?" Gu Qing's face remained cold, but the words he spoke made Tong Sandao look happy.
"Having Brother Gu help me will make this trip even more powerful! Brother Gu, please go to the side hall to talk!"
Tong Sandao made an invitation gesture, then arranged his clothes and walked in front. Gu Qing followed suit. Soon the two of them reached the end of the corridor and turned to the right.
This is a quiet side hall with many compartments. There is also black mist transformed by formations floating around, blocking the monks' spiritual exploration.
After Tong Sandao brought Gu Qing here, he took out a gray sound transmission jade talisman and notified several other people. Gu Qing casually sat down on a round chair and looked around the room. His eyes glanced at Tong Sandao from time to time. A word.
Soon monks arrived one after another.
In the He family's monk team that day, the skinny old man who seemed to be a beast master sat next to Gu Qing.
"This fellow Taoist arrived early."
The skinny old man glanced at Gu Qing for a few times. There were dense white snakes on his collar and sleeves, and his pair of small black eyes seemed to be looking at Gu Qing.
"It's just that there is nothing going on." Gu Qing responded coldly, "I don't know what to call this fellow Taoist? Didn't you mock fellow Taoist Tong Sandao earlier, saying that he went to Feilei Peak to seek death? Why, could this fellow Taoist also have a death wish? Already saved?”
The skinny old man's expression suddenly became gloomy. He squinted his eyes, and the small white snakes wrapped around him roared. He stared at Gu Qing for several seconds.
"Ahem, this is Senior Ji Chenji." On the other side of Gu Qing, a pale young monk said. This man was a bit stooped, with a faint smell of blood all over his body, and he coughed from time to time.
"I have heard many times before that Fellow Daoist Gu Yun and Gu are good at swordsmanship. Gu Chaoxian and Fellow Daoist Gu Yun are from the same family. I hope Fei Leifeng and his party can take care of me this time."
The pale young monk stood up politely and saluted with clasped fists.
Gu Qing nodded indifferently, then looked away, took out thirty taels of water spiritual sand, held it in his hand, and began to regulate his breathing. Gu Chaoxian suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
"Ah……"
Ji Chen sneered, glanced at Gu Qing, ignored Gu Chaoxian, and closed his eyes to rest.
Gu Chaoxian coughed lightly, touched his nose, sat back in his seat, lowered his head and waited silently.
"Everyone."
The voice of Tong Sandao sounded in the cubicle. Gu Qing opened his eyes in time and glanced around. The number of monks in the cubicle had reached eleven. Their cultivation levels were generally at the third level of Qi Refining and Qi Refining. Four floors.
Except for Gu Qing and Tong Sandao, there were nine people left.
The skinny old man Ji Chen on the left is at the fourth level of Qi Refining, and the guy named Gu Chaoxian on the right is at the third level of Qi Refining. Apart from these two people, the guy from yesterday was well-dressed, white-faced and beardless, quite handsome. The middle-aged male cultivator on the fourth level of Qi Refining and the tall, gloomy young-looking monk on the third level of Qi Refining carrying three long swords have also arrived.
Of the other five people, two of them seemed to be a couple. They were both at the third level of Qi Refining. They behaved affectionately and liked being together. The other two looked similar. They should be brothers and sisters. They were both at the third level of Qi Refining. They were related. She looked very indifferent, and the last person was a middle-aged female cultivator with an ordinary appearance. She was at the fourth level of Qi Refining. She was not tall, but quite strong.
