Although Qingxu is not an alcoholic, he has a lot of dependence on the April Bamboo in his heart. Especially now that the April Bamboo is rightly placed in front of him, it makes him feel itchy in his heart.
But since he had promised Qingjing to take good care of Xiaotian, although having a drink at this time would not delay anything, it was still a bit unjustifiable. He simply washed up and went to the open space behind the main hall.
Qingxu just saw Xiaotian leaving in a hurry, and he only had time to say hello twice. He didn't know if the latter heard him, so he found a stone platform and sat down, recalling the taste of April bamboo...
"Meet the elder...Uncle!" Xiaotian has been in Taiyi Pavilion for a long time, and this is the first time he has been in close contact with Qingxu. Although he has comforted himself along the way, he can't help but feel nervous when he comes here.
"Oh? It came quite quickly..." Qingxu was closing his eyes and meditating to adjust his state. After a while, he heard Xiaotian's voice, which was a little unexpected. But when he looked up, he was a little stunned. "Xiaotian, didn't I ask you to change your clothes?"
Just now, Qingxu saw that Xiaotian's clothes were short and looked awkward, so she wanted him to change his clothes. It seemed that Xiaotian had neglected this matter.
"Reply to Uncle Master! Xiaotian did obey Uncle Master's instructions." Xiaotian said politely.
"Then your style... is really unique!" Qingxu was speechless after hearing this.
After hearing Qingxu's words, Xiaotian understood what the former meant, and secretly said, "Oh no!" He was so used to this that he actually forgot about this matter. No wonder his master looked weird when he saw him. Thinking of this, he quickly explained: "Uncle, don't be surprised... Xiaotian is not a fan of dressing up in strange clothes! It's just Xiaotian's habit. The cultivation techniques are really special...talent..."
"The skill is special? Is there any special skill in Taiyi Pavilion?" Qingxu was stunned when he heard the words, then his face condensed, and he secretly spat: "Qingjing, you little bastard! No wonder you want to hand this kid over to me. It seems that you have already planned it!"
Xiaotian was a little at a loss when he saw Qingxu, who usually had a calm face, starting to curse.
Qingxu muttered for a while and finally calmed down. He stared at Xiaotian for a while before he continued to speak: "There are no outsiders here, so don't hesitate! The Blood Ink Forbidden Technique is nothing new to me. , if you have anything you should say or shouldn’t say, just say it!”
When Qingjing gave him the book, he told himself not to reveal his learning of this technique to outsiders. Unexpectedly, he just opened his mouth casually and Qingxu saw the clues. But in this case, he couldn't hide it anymore. Neng said honestly: "Returning to Uncle Master... Xiaotian's practice is indeed the Blood Ink Forbidden Technique. It was the master who taught Xiaotian the records of the mental skills he practiced, and then Xiaotian realized the secret... If Xiaotian Tian violated Taiyi Pavilion’s sect rules, please ask Uncle Master to punish him..."
"Logically speaking, those who secretly learn forbidden arts should indeed be severely punished! However, since the Blood Ink Forbidden Technique was destroyed by that bastard Qingjing, it does not count as secretly learning forbidden arts... Good boy! He actually plotted against me! Wait until you come back and see how I deal with you!" Qingxu had seen Qingjing sneak out of the library a few days ago, and then sneak into the forest to burn something. Thinking about it now, Na Qingzheng was probably destroying evidence so that he could not act according to the sect rules.
"What are you looking at? You tell me what you want!" Qingxu said angrily.
"As ordered...Uncle Master..." Xiaotian shrank his neck and said timidly: "Master's understanding of the Blood Ink Forbidden Technique is very essential. Xiaotian did not dare to slack off in practicing day and night, and naturally the benefits were profound... But later I gradually discovered that my Something happened to my body..."
Xiaotian glanced at Qingxu cautiously, and saw that he had no expression before continuing: "Since I practiced the Blood Ink Forbidden Technique, I often have heart palpitations, my wrists and ankles will be extremely hot, and then the blood in my body will feel like boiling. Generally... Later I discovered that if I expose my wrists and ankles to the air and let the burning heat dissipate, although my heart palpitations cannot be relieved, the feeling of boiling blood in my body can be cooled down a lot, so I changed my clothes to be shorter... "
Hearing this, Qingxu signaled Xiaotian to raise his wrist towards him. He saw that the ulna protrusion on the side of the little finger of Xiaotian's hands met the palm. There were indeed two places that were red. He nodded and already had an inference in his mind, so he let Xiaotian put it down. hands.
I think back when I was young, errors often occurred when making talismans. As a result, a good detonating talisman often failed to exert 30% of its power. It was often jokingly called a fart talisman, which was very annoying. Making talismans depends on one's ability. Although Qingxu cherishes Qingjing, he can't help him make tricks, so he can only teach him carefully.
However, when he checked the talisman, he found that Qing Jing had a very deep understanding of the talisman and was not as stupid as he thought. In particular, the depiction of this talisman looks very different from the conventional one, but in fact, most of the useless hooking brushwork is abandoned, making the entire talisman completely natural, which makes Qingxu secretly admire.
Since this spell is so perfect, there is absolutely no way it has no power at all! Qingxu felt weird, so he called Qingjing to make a talisman in person to find out the reason. Qingjing was worried because of this matter, and he didn't waste any words. He carved out the talisman with a few strokes.
The spell was completed effortlessly, and there was still no wasted stroke. But as soon as it was cast, there was a muffled sound. The sound was really like a fart, making Qingxu Youyou burst into laughter.
At first, Qingxu thought that Qingjing had simplified the talisman too much, so he imitated it according to the stroke order of Qingjing and cast it at will. However, he did not expect that the power of this talisman was like thunder, which was much more powerful than the ordinary detonating talisman. Several times more, the shock made their ears ring and their eyes dazzled, and it took them a long time to recover.
Qingxu was a little dumbfounded that Qingjing's method of making amulets could produce such great power, so he asked Qingjing to make another one to try. But the two of them covered their ears and were prepared, and they were greeted by another loud fart sound, which made Qingjing feel a little downcast.
The same utensils, the same brushwork, but the effects of the spells are completely different. Qingxu is also a little confused, but he just wants to compete with himself. In order to be pure, he must find the answer to the question!
But Qingjing was making spells one after another, with the same result every time, which gradually gave Qingxu a headache. At this time, the sun had already risen to the top of the head. Anyway, there was no clue about the matter for the moment, so Qingxu put away the charm and planned to persuade Qingjing to go back to have a meal first, and then make plans.
But before he could speak, he felt a slippery feeling between his fingers. He realized that the ink on the charm had not dried yet, so his fingers were stained with ink.
Qingxu immediately noticed something unusual when he saw this. Although Qingjing made a lot of spells in front of him, Qingxu had always focused on the spells and never noticed Qingjing itself. At this time, he saw Qingjing doing it again. Fu, Qingxu focused his attention on the place where he wrote, and he discovered the problem!
When an ordinary disciple makes a talisman, although the ink will be wet, such a shallow layer will dry up in a blink of an eye, but it is different when it is pure. Instead of showing signs of drying, the ink he left has become faintly solidified, with that kind of crystal clearness. The feeling cannot be dissipated for a long time.
Qingxu observed it a few more times, and finally noticed something strange. It turned out that every time Qingjing used the talisman, his hands and feet would feel cold inexplicably, but he didn't know it. It is precisely because of this that the ink condenses, sealing the effect of the talisman and unable to exert any power.
Qingxu had no clue about this kind of problem, but fortunately, during the previous election in Gumen, he met a good friend in Bixia Valley, so he took advantage of the opportunity to go to Bixia Valley to visit him.
After the Bixiagu disciple investigated Qingjing's condition, his expression changed drastically. He quickly checked Qingxu's condition. After checking, he looked puzzled and asked about their birthdays.
Qingxu's own birthday is the ninth day of September, but she doesn't know the birth date of Qingxu at all. She can only lie that when her brother was sent, something happened to her family. She really couldn't remember the specific date, so she asked her friend in Bixia Valley Why do you have this question?
When the disciple of Bixia Valley saw Qingjing fascinated by the flowers and plants in Bixia Valley, he pulled Qingxu away and said that his birthday was the ninth day of September, which coincided with the Double Ninth Festival. He was a person of the extreme Yang, so there was nothing wrong with him, but this The clean aura is extremely yin, which is a bit wrong!
Qingxu came from Taiyi Pavilion. Although this person did not say it clearly, he naturally understood the meaning of this friend from Bixia Valley.
Since ancient times, people have often referred to "nine" as the positive number. When two positive numbers come together, nine and nine return to one, and one yuan begins, and everything is renewed, which is a good omen.
And people also call "six" the cathode number. The people from Bixiagu said this, implying that Qingjing's birthday may be the sixth day of June, which is the day when the two cathode numbers overlap. Although some people privately It is called "heavy yin", but this statement is not appropriate. Not only according to the heavenly stems and earthly branches, the sixth month may be a yin month, but the sixth day of the lunar month is not necessarily a yin day.
However, Qingxu recalled that when he first saw Qingjing, it was at the end of June or early July. If this person hadn't said this, he would never have imagined that such a thing would happen.
Unfortunately, it happened to be a yin year. If this pure person was really born in a yin year, yin month, yin day, as this person said, he must not be a good person. If so, he must be nipped in the bud before he can grow. !
Qingxu grew up watching Qingjing, so naturally he couldn't bear to solve it with his own hands. He also looked confused and didn't know what to do.
When the disciple of Bixiagu saw the faint murderous aura condensed on Qingxu's face, he secretly explained quickly, saying that he did not mean that this person had a sinister personality, but that there was a condensed cold energy in his body. If he did not deal with it as soon as possible, sooner or later, he would Threat to life...
This explanation was not much better than what he had thought before, which made Qingxu complain that the man was breathing heavily when he spoke. The man smiled awkwardly and wanted to consult the elders to see if there was any good solution, but Qingxu rejected his kindness.
Seeing that Qingxu was so determined, the man from Bixiagu didn't force it anymore. He gave a few more instructions before leaving, leaving behind a prescription that could alleviate Qingxu's symptoms...
