Two direct brothers, one is the proud son of the Taoist Academy, and the other lives in isolation in the corner of the family.
The gap between heaven, earth, cloud and mud might drive people crazy, but there was no trace of anger on Wang Changji's face at all. From beginning to end, he ate calmly.
It seems that eating is the most important thing in the world.
He eats evenly and meticulously.
He ate all the pig's trotters and vegetables, and swallowed the last mouthful of rice. He just looked at his brother and said in a gentle voice: "Changxiang, what's the matter?"
"It's nothing serious. I just went on a mission and wanted to have a chat with my brother."
"Be good, eat the green vegetables, not just meat." Wang Changji stroked the orange cat that was chewing the pig's trotters, and persuaded him gently, then turned to Wang Changxiang: "Tell me, you seem to be worried."
"We went to investigate the missing connection problem in Xiaolin Town, but after we went there we found that the place was covered by thick fog, and even the tornado couldn't be blown away. The entire Xiaolin Town was full of wandering souls, and was based on the Nine Palaces. The Nine Palaces Wandering Soul Array has been laid out... Xiaoju!" At this point, Wang Changxiang suddenly yelled angrily.
But it turned out that the fat orange cat was impatient and Wang Changji kept teasing it with green vegetables, so he slapped him with his back claw, scratching three bloody marks on the back of Wang Changji's hand.
"You are so cruel." Wang Changji sighed helplessly and gave up trying to get Xiaoju to eat some vegetables. He gently covered the wound on the back of his right hand with his left hand, and then said to Wang Changxiang: "Tell me this. I can’t understand the Taoist formations or anything like that.”
Wang Changxiang lowered his head and lowered his voice, "But for some reason, I just want to talk to my brother."
Wang Changji stretched out his fingers and rubbed his forehead, "Tell me, tell me."
"You know, brother. Someone used all the creatures in Xiaolin Town to gather the wandering souls of Maplewood City over the years. Before the arrival of City Lord Wei, they gathered the shadows of the Ghost Gate and left!" At this moment, Wang Changxiang was like a child asking for credit.
"Ghost gate ghost shadow? Is it very powerful?"
"It is certainly extraordinary to pay such a high price! With the Ghost Gate Phantom in hand, you can communicate with the Netherworld anytime and anywhere. The power of Netherworld Taoist magic can be increased by at least half! Taoist magic such as exorcism can completely transcend levels." said At this point, Wang Changxiang lowered his eyebrows again: "I wonder what kind of trouble the demon behind this will cause."
"This matter will be handled by the Criminal Investigation Department. If Wei Quji can't survive, there will be the county guard. If the city's Dao Yuan can't hold on, there will be the County Dao Yuan. Behind the County Dao Yuan, there will be the National Dao Yuan. Don't worry." Wang Changji comforted him. .
At this time, Xiaojue had already chewed the pig's trotters clean, without even looking at the plate of vegetables, she licked her paws and walked away proudly.
Wang Changji then stood up and put away the dishes.
"I won't keep you here anymore." He said before entering.
Wang Changxiang quietly watched his brother's back turn into the room, and then turned around and walked out. Just when he passed by the recliner where Xiaoju was lying, he suddenly flicked his tail finger.
An imperceptible wind blade swiftly passed through.
Little Orange suddenly jumped up and looked around in confusion. Half of its long beard was falling in the wind.
"If you dare to tickle my brother again... hum." Wang Changxiang left here with a smile on his face.
But he remembered how much his brother admired Taoism and loved that extraordinary world when they were young. But now, no matter what you say in front of him, you can no longer see that kind of waves.
He seemed to be content with such a life.
After all, Wang Changxiang's steps couldn't be brisker.
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Today, the teacher is talking about the medium-grade Taoist technique of Ding, the Flame Knife, which can be regarded as an advancement of the low-grade Taoist technique of Ding, Attaching Flame, and is also one of the foundations of the fire-moving Taoist technique.
It gathers flames into a knife and directly kills the opponent with the hot fire energy. It is also very effective against evil spirits and other evil things.
In fact, when Taoism reaches this point, it is already stronger than ordinary weapons made of ordinary iron.
Jiang Wang had already memorized the seals and precautions for such a Taoist technique, but then he suddenly remembered Wei Yan's long sword. The blade was extremely sharp and was by no means an ordinary weapon. Because considering Wei Yan's strength, Fan Tie is just a burden to him.
He then thought of the sword that Li Jianqiu hung on his waist all year round, and thought that it must be extraordinary.
Thinking about it, he felt a little jealous. His sword was half useless after killing the resentful ghost last time. He came back and paid for a new one, which was still an ordinary iron sword. He couldn't afford a truly powerful sword, and he didn't have the means to do so.
I just don’t know how powerful the weapons in the hands of those great warriors who use martial arts are?
He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the atmosphere in the class. It wasn't until Ling He pushed him quietly that he realized what he was doing.
The lecturer is an old man who is almost sixty years old, very old-fashioned and strict, and his surname is Xiao. The students privately call him Xiao Tiemian.
The situation at this time was that after Xiao Tiemian taught the skills, he randomly selected a few students to practice. When Fang Heling was drawn, he stumbled and completed the Taoist technique. Although the flame of the flame knife was shaky, it was completed after all.
Even Xiao Tiemian was a little satisfied, but this guy suddenly said: "Senior Brother Jiang Wang still opened the pulse in front of me, why not try this Tao technique too. If anything goes wrong, just ask our teacher for advice."
Then Xiao Tiemian's eyes fell on Jiang Wang, who was distracted.
Crap. Jiang Wang thought. He stood up from the futon and said honestly: "I haven't laid the foundation stone yet."
Fang Heling, who entered the inner sect at the same time, was already able to perform Taoist techniques, but he had not yet succeeded in laying the foundation, and the other students looked a little strange.
"Don't you need to listen to the lecture before the foundation stone has been laid?" Xiao Tiemian said with eyes wide open. What he hates most is students who cheat and play tricks. Although I have clearly embarked on the extraordinary road, I don't know how to cherish it. I only regard it as capital to show off in front of ordinary people.
"I know I was wrong." Jiang Wang bowed his head and admitted his mistake.
Xiao Tiemian said coldly: "Go back and copy the "Purple Xu Jing" a hundred times. You don't need to come to my class until you finish copying it."
"Yes." Jiang Wang lowered his head and responded, secretly complaining in his heart. The full name of the Zixu Sutra is "Zixu Gaomiao Taishang Sutra", which is the fundamental Taoist scripture of the Yujing Mountain lineage. Every Taoist priest of the Yujing Mountain lineage can be said to be very familiar with it. There was really no need to copy, Xiao Tiemian was just punishing him.
The most important thing is that the entire text of this Dao Dian is nearly 30,000 words... When will this be copied?
But he knew he couldn't respond, otherwise with Xiao Tiemian's temper, he might just roll up his sleeves and beat him.
Jiang Wang worked hard to cheer up for the next lesson, not daring to slack off at all. Finally, Xiao Tiemian left with his hands behind his back, and Fang Heling came over again.
"Oh, Junior Brother Jiang, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you hadn't laid the foundation yet!" He has not been practicing Taoism for many years, and he always talks about cultivation. Fang Heling naturally changed his senior brother to junior brother, with a very regretful tone: "After opening my pulse, it took me fifty-three days to successfully lay the foundation. I felt that it was too slow, and I felt ashamed. I thought that with Junior Brother Jiang's past majesty, I should have laid the foundation long ago... Oh, you said this was a big deal. .”
There are eighty-one points in the Guiyuan Formation, the common foundation-laying formation diagram of Zhuangguo Taoist Academy. Judging from the harvest of two Dao-yuan from twice-daily Chongmai practice, the fifty-three days of foundation-laying cannot be said to be too slow. Because there are still many errors in moving the positions, causing progress to be stalled.
At present, the fastest record for laying the foundation of the entire city Taoist temple is Zhu Weiwo. He successfully laid the foundation in nine days, surpassing all previous records. Judging from this incredible speed, his Taoist True Spirit cannot be at the level of an Earthworm True Spirit like Jiang Wang. But the specific level of true spirit involves personal privacy and cannot be ascertained.
Having said that, based on the general situation of Maplewood City Taoist Academy disciples, sixty to ninety days is normal.
No wonder Fang Heling was so complacent.
He did not hide the provocation in his eyes, and he also wanted to see the proud guy in front of him become angry. He has even simulated in his mind how to use Taoism to brilliantly defeat this bumpkin who can only rely on swordsmanship in the next battle.
But Jiang Wang just smiled, turned and left.
No anger, no care.
