He spent most of the night meditating and practicing, completely recovering his body from the stinging pain and fatigue caused by soaking in drugs and beating with sticks during the day. Chang Siguo slept peacefully. The General borrowed his broken classics, which he had tempered some time ago. He couldn't bear to read it, and kept it under his pillow. He didn't have to go to the martial arts hall in the next few days, so he finally had free time to read it.
After breakfast, Wu Mo threw down the bowls and chopsticks and told Chang Si that she was going to the Production Supervision Department to play. Then she followed Liu Zhirou, who looked disgusted with her, and they went out bickering.
Burning bridges is a shameless act.
One said that lying to children is not called lying and it does not hurt your heart.
Everyone has his own theory.
Chang Siguo walked leisurely back to the west wing of his room with his hands behind his back.
After washing my hands, I moved a chair and sat under the eaves corridor, and opened the handwritten book with the weird name of Yunxia Zhuoshuitan. The signature at the bottom was Can Xin, which was probably a pseudonym. The handwriting was very formal and every stroke was meticulous.
With the morning glow reflected in the east, I slowly flipped through the pages. The pages were yellowed, and there were many broken pages and characters.
It is a travel journal of a Qi practitioner’s travels on the road.
Chang Siguo knew for the first time that besides the Four Kingdoms, there were other vast and dangerous areas on top of the mountains.
The Qi practitioner named Canshin passed through the Yingyue Canyon, which is full of dangers and feels like spring all year round, dived into deep pools, and encountered flower miasma. He recorded many magical adventures, as well as a few words of coping experience, and explored countless complex caves. The longest time in the Luo Po Pit was when I set foot on Yunxia Mountain and accidentally entered Tongjing Ridge. It took me ten years to get out of the trap.
This booklet was compiled while Canxin was recuperating at the Boishui Villa in the northern foothills of Yunxia after he escaped from trouble.
No wonder it has such a strange title.
It took more than an hour, day and night. Chang Siguo read through the entire book, closed the book, closed his eyes and thought about it for a while. He admired the wonderfulness of Can Xin's journey to death, which was incompatible with this neat handwriting.
Read it from the beginning again, skipping the adventure process and other details, and focus on Canshin’s experience and coping methods to take a closer look.
He was most interested in the records of magic techniques that were occasionally mixed with a few words.
What has been written the most is about the use of "fire", including blazing flames, flowing flames, burning the sky, etc.
After reading it three times, Chang Siguo stood up and put the book back under the pillow.
He planned to spend some time in the afternoon to copy the entire book, which was not thick, so that he could flip through it when he wanted to read it without worrying about damaging the General's collection. The General did not say that he could not copy.
Stores in the city sell blank booklets specifically for copying.
Closing the door of the main room, he meditated in the room to figure out how to use the Blazing Technique. Through Canshin's experience records, he found some ways to practice the most basic Blazing Technique. He still lacked a lot of basic knowledge. He wanted to explore and try it. two.
This is not a skill, it is a skill. It will not cause disorder of the main veins, and there is no risk of going crazy.
Gather part of the breath and slowly concentrate it on the tip of the middle finger of your right hand.
The middle finger belongs to the heart fire, and it is the commonly used finger for pinching and controlling fire. It is mentioned in the book, but it is not detailed. It is said that when it is put together with the thumb, it can be used to draw fire, and the controlled use of the blazing technique is the most magical.
But the specific common sense of how to build the formula, who is up and who is down, or who is left and who is right is not mentioned.
Chang thought about it for a while. He had the experience of cultivating sword light and had the foundation of body-building skills and breath-building skills, so he learned the Qi-entraining technique that he usually used in Qigong practice, pinched his middle finger and big finger together, and pointed. The tip is slightly extended, and the other fingers are stretched out to make a flame shape, assisted by the guidance of thoughts. After more than ten breaths, I feel that the tip of the middle finger is slightly hot.
At this moment, the purple flame lurking in the acupuncture point in the palm of his right hand moved.
"Hoo", a wisp of light red fireworks like a wick appeared out of thin air on the tip of the middle finger of his right hand.
Chang Siguo stared at the thin wisp of fireworks that he could not feel the temperature of. It was so amazing that he had learned the blazing technique after just a few random attempts.
The flames swayed slightly in the air, dazzlingly beautiful and seemingly harmless.
After a while, Chang Siguo suddenly woke up.
His ability to master the Blazing Technique was not due to the fire-drawing technique that he had figured out on his own, because he had no clue about the Flame Controlling Technique behind the Blazing Flame Technique and had not yet considered this level.
The faint red flame on his fingertips turned into a ball as big as a dove egg as he just thought.
Let him understand that he can master the Blazing Flame Technique because of the purple flame lurking in his palm.
It has nothing to do with the magic formula that he is tossing.
Chang Siguo slowly let go of the shoddy "Fire Drawing Technique" in his hand. Sure enough, the much thinner flame was still floating above his middle finger. Thinking about it in his mind, the flame silently flowed along the middle finger to the entire right hand.
A thin layer, full of brilliance.
Doesn't this turn into a majestic flame fist?
There was a smile in Chang Siguo's eyes, and he slowly formed a fist with his hands, feeling the magic of the pale red flame flowing silently like water.
"Bang", a punch hit the thick wooden door.
He didn't use his overwhelming strength, it was just an ordinary punch.
With the fist surface as the center of contact, there was a bang, like fire oil was poured on it, and the flames quickly burned onto the wooden door.
Chang Siguo was dumbfounded as he watched the exaggerated fire spread to three or four feet. He heard the crackling sound and smelled the smell of burnt sawdust. Is this for real?
He hurriedly shouted "Destroy"
He didn't know how to curb the evil he had done.
The flames flashed and then disappeared without a trace, leaving only the wooden door that was burnt black to the core and still emitting residual smoke.
The pale red flame on his fist was extinguished with a sharp shout.
Chang Siguo was simply overjoyed. He mastered the fire technique so easily without spending any time practicing. This ability to control at will was a great blessing for him.
This made him more confident about his trip to the beast prison in a few months.
After a while, he felt that the moment he used the flame just now, he consumed a little bit of breath, and his mental power was slightly consumed, which was completely within the range that he could bear.
Chang Siguo, who couldn't help but be happy, was waiting for a snap of his fingers to create a flame, and then observed and studied it.
No matter how you appreciate it once, it will take at least dozens of times, which is not enough.
Hearing Yi Shangyan's voice calling "Heiwa's dinner is ready" from the yard outside, Chang Siguo held the thumb and middle finger of his right hand together and stopped in the air. After a while, he responded with a muffled "Here it comes", carrying a The firework smoke opened the bolt of the charred wooden door and walked out of the room.
Yi Shangyan pointed to the smoke floating outside. Seeing Chang Siguo shaking his head to indicate it was okay, he didn't ask anything.
It's normal for Hei Wa to be able to smash two walls in the house with one knife, and then do something special like burning the house down.
Who doesn’t have a few unknown little secrets?
Walking into the main room in the east wing, I often thought I had not seen Wu Mo, who was usually chirping.
"The little girl asked a soldier from the Manufacturing Supervision Department to deliver a letter, saying that if she doesn't go home for dinner, she doesn't need to stay."
"Oh, then leave her alone and let her eat and drink with Liu Zhirou."
In the next few days, Wu Mo followed Liu Zhirou out early and back late. Every day when she came back, she would take some scattered materials back to her room, such as wood blocks, bamboo chips, iron drills, steel needles, leather, etc., and even the whetstone. Little piece, as family-oriented as a prairie dog.
To use Liu Zhirou's words that hurt her, it's like keeping the thieves away, plucking the geese's feathers, and digging into the corners of the building supervision office.
Wu Mo smiled with bared teeth and rarely refuted.
Continue poaching every day.
The pre-war atmosphere in the city became increasingly intense, and soldiers were hurriedly walking on the streets.
Chang Siguo, apart from practicing every day, was also thinking about his newly mastered blazing technique. He stubbornly transformed this flame from a wick-sized flame into a dove egg-sized ball, which could cover his right hand, left hand or long knife. The use of flames is called blazing magic.
He tried the Flow Flame Technique once at the bare minimum, which could burn a large area.
When the fever reached one foot, the breath in his body simply could not withstand the rapid consumption, so he retreated and gave up temporarily.
A thousand birds in the forest is worse than a bird in hand. It took him three days to figure out several unique and unobtrusive techniques for using fire, which greatly increased his attack limit.
Only the furniture in his room, such as tables, chairs, and benches, suffered more damage.
It was pitch black, with arms and legs missing.
Afterwards, he studied the dilapidated ancient books that contained no hidden secrets countless times and gave them back to the General. He kept a copy of the book for himself.
The day after the bandit-breaking army moved into Sihuang City, the Beirong army surrounded the city in darkness.
In the pattering spring rain, Chang Siguo, fully clothed and holding a bow in his left hand, walked to the top of the city that he had not set foot on for a long time.
There's going to be another killing spree,
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