Gongsun Ce didn't know how one person could practice two divine techniques, let alone four more. It is true that some super geniuses can do two things and become bipolar magicians, but Gongsun Ce is obviously not the material.
But Yan Qi seemed to know.
"Have you been told to practice the multi-phase method?" Yan Qi sneered, "You are a practitioner of the Silent Phase Dharma, just practice your Silent Phase Dharma honestly!"
Gongsun Ce was even more puzzled: "How can I practice multiple spiritual methods without me?"
"Can you understand? If you do, you're still trying to learn it!" Yan Qi said with disdain, "Did the Dawn Knight teach you how to forge psychic weapons?"
"Taught."
"Go and make these four seals one by one."
Yan Qi didn't give him any materials or any further hints. He just teleported him to the Great Rift Valley in the center of Molten Valley City and disappeared. Gongsun Ce dived all the way in confusion, breaking through the siege of Dianhuo and reaching the bottom of the rift valley.
He almost thought he was inside the sun. Everything was filled with extremely active bright red, the surrounding environment was extremely hot, but the stable lakeside fire was as gentle as water, like an upside-down dream.
What am I doing here? Forging weapons? Do I have the materials?
(Use your power,) Airandia's voice sounded, (Use your own heart to forge.)
(I do not understand.)
(Try it first, use Nirvana.)
Gongsun Ce summoned the Duxiang Seal that he had first cultivated, and the gray shuriken was cold and sharp. He was mentally prepared, opened his mouth and took a big mouthful of Dianhuo. The feeling of being burned to death by Yodo Fire was like a bomb exploding in his heart. He didn't want to try it a second time in his life.
After initiating Nirvana Reincarnation at the cost of death, the shuriken transformed into a weapon burning with gray flames. It deformed slightly as Gongsun Ce's emotions fluctuated, just like real fire.
(Then what?)
The Dawn Knight spoke gently: (Ce, you have to find a way to 'fix' it into an armament.)
(But it is already a weapon.)
(It's just a spell for loneliness. Find a way to fix loneliness.)
The mind weapon is a weapon that fixes the mind into the material. Should he use the single thought seal as his "mind"? But where does he have the carrier to fix his loneliness? This requires a new understanding...
wrong. Gongsun Ce realized that this did not require any profound enlightenment. He understood it as early as when he made the seal deed. The lonely shuriken relies on connections, which are family ties, friendship and love that he already has.
He began to think back, sinking into the abyss of memories, looking back on the past as he did during his spiritual practice. Gongsun Ce was unable to mobilize his positive memetic thoughts, but at this moment the starlight in his heart lit up, and the real power replaced him to contain those beautiful light spots, turning them into weak but real pure white materials.
Gongsun Ce had a "connection" in his hands, and when he picked up the materials, he thought of all kinds of warm or pleasant past events. He shaped the Nirvana into a hammer and began to forge it in this naturally formed furnace, allowing the technique to quietly transform.
·
At the same moment, Rei Shigure was sitting on a beach chair, basking in the sun idly. She turned her head and saw the painter in black appearing silently aside.
"Hey, isn't this Master Tenji," Shigure said with a smile, "When there was an incident in Molten Valley City, he disappeared, but now he showed up in a big way. What are you doing?"
Yan Qi glanced at her sideways and said with a smile: "My ability is not great, but my tone is not small. It seems that I was beaten less in Cangdu that day!"
"You are the pinnacle of the world, so you are amazing!" Rei Shigure was filled with hatred, but there was nothing he could do against this person. Yan Qi laughed extremely evilly, stretched his hand into his sleeve, and took out a scroll.
"Your idea of creating a world is not bad. It's not my turn to point out. You can figure out a power. There is no need to be greedy for more and seek speed. Just cultivate a killing magic power first, so as to avoid creating a world where you can only turn over books and plant flowers. People saw the joke.”
Yan Qi threw the scroll and walked away with a long stride. Shigurei stared at his back and stayed for a few seconds before standing up angrily: "Are you teaching people?! Is there anyone who teaches like you? I don't think this is the case." It’s rare!!”
Without even looking at it, she picked up the scroll and wanted to throw it to the ground. Halfway through the swing of her arms, she felt distressed, so she quietly threw the things into Dreamland and stormed back to the house.
Qiluo could see clearly on her phone, and hurried to Yan Qi's side, rubbing her hands with a smile: "Is there anything that Teacher Yan Qi can teach me?"
Yan Qi laughed dumbly: "Girl, I am a painter and I don't know the music. How can I teach you?" He took out another smaller scroll from his sleeve and threw it to Qiluo. "I have something else to tell you. If the situation changes during the final battle, you can unfold this painting and use it."
"Oh oh oh."
Qiluo hurriedly caught the scroll, and when she raised her eyes, Yan Qi had already left. He appeared on a black stone platform on the inside of the Great Rift Valley. Qin Qianbai was holding a black knife and looking at the Dianhuo at the bottom of the Rift Valley.
She was reminiscing, recalling the sword "Tenth Heavenly Fire" wielded by the champion. She wanted to find out the origin of the sword from the flames of the Firewind State, but the more she simulated it, the more she felt her train of thought was going astray. Did the fire really come from heaven? But the champion's martial arts is like a demon...
Fire is the beginning of civilization and the destruction of nature. She thought of Mr. Rhea's words and felt that she had touched a key point, but she couldn't quite understand it for a moment. Qin Qianbai put the knife away and asked Yan Qi beside him: "Is A Ce practicing?"
"It's none of your business," Yan Qi sat down next to her and said lazily, "You don't know anything about the Impermanence Technique, and I can't help you with the Heaven-Returning Technique. Tell me what you need, and I'll leave if it's okay."
Qin Qianbai shook his right hand and thought for a while. She was thinking about her "way out" in the future and what to do next. This time she got the answer quickly, but before that, she wanted to ask a question that had nothing to do with Wu.
"Yan Qi, Uncle Situ is your good friend."
"How?" Yan Qi didn't even raise his head.
"Isn't it sad to turn against an old friend?"
Yan Qi still looked like he was playing with the world, his facial expression remained unchanged, like a portrait drawn by skillful hands, unable to think beyond the words. He was silent for a long time, laughing quietly.
"You were very close to Situ Yi when you were young, how come you can't stand opposite him today without feeling sentimental?"
"Frankly speaking, I feel a little uncomfortable." Qin Qianbai said, "But Uncle Situ took the wrong path after all and became a evil leader who harmed others. Not only for A Ce, but also for the sake of the people in the world, I shouldn't just sit idly by and ignore it."
"Ha, the simpler the concept of justice, the longer it grows, the more it looks like that pedantic old man in your family." Yan Qi stood up and patted the dust on his body, "Don't you understand everything? Qin Ming is stupid, but he still thinks about it. Old love, your uncle is also a friend of mine. Wuxiang regards other people's emotions and souls as playthings, he doesn't even want his own emotions, so what old love do I have for him?"
When roads no longer intersect, hostility is the inevitable result.
Qin Qianbai thought as clearly as he did, so he didn't sigh. She answered Yan Qi's previous question: "I also need a new knife."
"Go find Mr. Gongsun."
"I want your help in getting materials."
Qin Qianbai explained the request in detail. Yan Qi crossed his arms and sneered: "Are you as stupid as your idiot uncle? By doing this so-called 'practice' that is more formal than actual, can you improve your martial arts?"
"You will have a chance of winning if you try, but you will never win if you don't try." Qin Qianbai said.
"If you think clearly, I won't talk nonsense. There will be consequences at your own risk."
Yan Qi took out his brush and started painting carefully. A few minutes later, he set off again to the bottom of the rift valley. Hidden in his sleeve were the metal fragments that once belonged to the long sword Wanhua, as well as a group of seven-colored light.
·
At the bottom of the Great Rift Valley, Gongsun Ce's forging became increasingly smooth.
When forging his first shuriken, his movements were slow, hesitant, and treading on thin ice. He spent a lot of effort to forge the finished product - an extremely thin and light piece of iron, with a white chain connected to the black shuriken. It almost loses its practical relevance, but it looks beautiful.
The voice in his heart told him that fighting and conquest were completely unimportant at this time. So Gongsun Ce let go of his nervousness, and his movements gradually became brisk. He poured the joy of the banquet and the happiness of love into the barrel of the Seal of Misery, making the steel that wrapped the pain harder; he kneaded his thoughts on solving puzzles and the truth he found into the long snake of the Seal of False Words, making the hypocritical fog snake More and more agile. The most difficult time was forging the seal of might and anger. Gongsun Ce couldn't think of anything that could fix the anger. Then he remembered today's relaxed and peaceful experience. Once the ordinary and ordinary daily life was broken, it would become the basis for angry explosions.
Gongsun Ce couldn't count how much time passed, maybe minutes, maybe days. When he came to his senses, he had "succeeded". Four exquisite and agile weapons floated in the fire, each one as exquisite as a work of art, with craftsmanship that could not bear to be touched. He was smug for a moment, then confused again. What should I do next? These weapons are all fake. How should I use weapons that cannot be used in actual combat?
(Put them away.)
"keep it……"
Gongsun Ce babbled like he was sleepwalking and wanted to put it away. But he already had these seals in his inner temple, and he couldn't put down the same magical powers in the temple. The overwhelming emotion weighed on him like a quagmire and he wanted to scream. Gongsun Ce didn't realize that he was as fragile as a baby at this moment. He was "peeling" his experiences and emotions from his heart with the seal, and he was becoming empty and pure.
“Boy Gongsun, fix this!”
A loud shout came from afar, and Gongsun Ce's whole body trembled. He couldn't remember who the voice was. He subconsciously raised his head and saw a long black and white scroll unfolding in front of him. Guao and Xuanqi came out with the ink color, making him almost forget to breathe.
He first saw the hollow circle in the middle, which was like the starting point of all things. The elegant ink color spread out randomly around the arc, like a magnificent flower blooming in the wind, with the sharp corners of the four petals connected to form a square as stable as the earth. The grand flowers withered as soon as they opened, and were overwhelmed by more beautiful and more spectacular blooms. The endless ink colors escaped one after another, and countless petals spread out in the thick or light blooms. The extremely complicated movements contained indescribable beauty. In the dissipated ink, he saw the sun, moon and stars, the sky and the earth were dark and yellow, and he also saw joys and sorrows, separation and reunion, and joy in the world. It's like countless dust-like worlds are unfolding before our eyes. Although they are extremely small, they are as vast as the heaven and earth.
Gongsun Ce stood frozen in front of the ink-colored picture. He could not understand all this, and his perception became as sticky as mud. In a daze, he recalled the past feelings when he faced the great existence. He was about to be assimilated and became a fleeting petal in this magnificent picture. At this time, the man's voice came from the painting, as loud as the bells of the royal capital, calming the noisy mind.
"Israel Mandala."
Free fairy mandala. Gongsun Ce subconsciously repeated it after him, and he instinctively understood that it was the name of the long scroll. When he called out, he was shaken all over. The flowers bloomed and fell without changing, but now he could see the entire picture clearly. What is depicted in the picture is actually simple and unpretentious. The ink-colored petals extend randomly under the structure of a circle inside and a square outside, like an ancient altar, gathering wisdom and tranquility.
"painting."
The changes in the scroll stopped, Gongsun Ce sat cross-legged in the fire, and reproduced it in detail with Nirvana. He realized that he would never be able to reproduce the various changes in the mandala, so he only painted the recognizable structure. Not long after, his mandala was completed, with lotus flowers blooming in layers outside the square circle. It was as simple and beautiful as the original picture, but it revealed a dry and hollow look.
"Less." Gongsun Ce muttered to himself. The starting circle that is the basis of the entire scroll is hollow.
"Make it up yourself."
Make it up yourself? Make it up yourself.
Gongsun Ce sneaked into the temple with the mandala and the newly forged weapons. He summoned the ashes human form, making his aura incarnation stand in the center of the scroll. The color of the mandala suddenly lit up, and four "missing" parts were revealed between the blooming outer flowers. This time Gongsun Ce was confident, and he sent the weapons he had built in front of him into the scroll one by one. The Seal of Single Thought, the Seal of Suffering, the Seal of False Words, and the Seal of Power and Wrath filled the holes in the front, back, left, and right directions in turn, but the upper and lower layers became empty during operation.
Gongsun Ce still needed two seals. He thought for a while and put a wisp of Nirvana under his feet. It was the original seal of ignorance. At this point he had no material left, and he realized that he was not enough to "complete" the picture. But the incomplete mandala can still move, but the scroll at this time is still still.
Free fairy mandala. Gongsun Ce muttered the name and looked at the picture again when he was farther away. He found that this picture was not comfortable at all. The ashes figure just stood in the center without any movement, not like an immortal but like a prisoner.
Get moving! He waved his arms excitedly, causing the original seal magical powers in the temple to fly up one by one and come to the Ashes humanoid. The human figure picks up the shuriken and reaches towards the Duxiang Seal in the picture, and picks up the cannon barrel to reach towards the Kuaishou Seal in the picture. Its hands were no longer enough. Gongsun Ce thought of the jade-faced Shura behind the female warrior. She had a thousand arms.
I only need four more arms, Gongsun Ce thought happily. He made the Ashes human form grow four more hands, with three hands picking up the remaining seals and one hand hanging free. This was extremely simple for him - he had experienced it as early as when the human form was first formed.
This time the mandala is really moving, just like human beings stretching out their hands to promote the movement of the entire world. The ashes figure in the mandala has a ferocious look and each holds a murderous weapon in his hand. He is not as peaceful as an immortal but as angry as a devil. But Gongsun Ce thinks this look is very good and suits him just right.
Gongsun Ce admired it for a while, laughed three times, and left the world in his heart. Emotions and memories returned to the aura in his heart at this moment. He felt particularly relaxed and almost omnipotent, as if he could reach out and embrace the world.
He jumped out of the sea of fire and flew out of the rift valley. The painter in black was waiting leisurely outside. Gongsun Ce was full of joy and surprise: "My seal has become the power in the aura...just like the magic of divine communication! Is this an armed force or a magic circle?"
"This is the first genius technique I created in the past two thousand years," Yan Qi said lazily. "The purpose of this diagram is to allow you to practice multiple impermanent techniques without going crazy."
(End of chapter)
