The art of controlling the air is the most basic magical power for monks, but it can be divided into many types. Some can soar into the clouds and ride in the mist with a single effort, and can travel thousands of miles with a single thought. Some can only travel thousands of miles in a day with enough strength. The essence requires a long time of practice to master. And someone needs to give guidance.
What Jiang Lin read in Tongbao Pavilion was an article on magical power called "Teng Yun Jue". Although he only read one-third of the article, Jiang Lin generally knew about it and it seemed very easy.
The first flight went smoothly, without any feeling of unfamiliarity, as if it had been practiced countless times, and everything was in tune.
After returning to his residence, Jiang Lin immediately began to verify his thoughts. He saw many magical powers in Tongbao Pavilion. A magical power called "Three Broken Fingers" was recalled in his mind.
This is a technique for manipulating spiritual power. Once mastered, it will be easy to hunt cattle across a mountain, even two mountains away. However, because it is too labor-intensive to practice, almost no one looks at it, and Tongbao Pavilion keeps throwing it away. Outside, in fact, if you have a better relationship with the manager, it doesn't matter if you see me for nothing.
Two hours later, Jiang Lin used his spiritual power on his finger, pointed it at the potted plant on the table, and an invisible wave shot out. The flower in the potted plant exploded and was shattered to pieces. But the flowerpot was not intact.
This scene obviously surprised Jiang Lin. This was the first time for him to use it. He didn't expect to be able to do it to this extent. If he practices a few more times in the future, he can really achieve the third level.
Afterwards, he tried many magical powers. Only after all the spiritual power in his body was exhausted, he stopped and sat there with empty eyes, silent for a long time.
As he thought, these magical powers were easy to use without any awkwardness. They were as natural as walking. Although there were some places where they were not good enough, they could be perfected as long as they were practiced a few more times.
Then he went to Tongbao Pavilion again and spent dozens of spiritual stones to buy back all the magical powers and spells he had seen, which made several disciples of Tongbao Pavilion look at him like an idiot.
Returning to his residence, Jiang Lin sat on the ground and looked at the rubbings all over the floor. The following pages were almost the same as what he had guessed. For a moment, he had a ridiculous feeling in his heart.
Genius?
Logically speaking, Jiang Lin's performance could indeed be called a genius, but it did not bring any joy to Jiang Lin, but instead brought him endless worry.
The bird that flies the highest is the one most likely to be targeted by hunters.
Besides, my current reaction has nothing to do with the heart I changed.
If others knew about his behavior, he would cause countless troubles.
Waiting for these problems made Jiang Lin one head and two big, but then Jiang Lin was relieved. This kind of talent does not seem to be a bad thing at the moment.
What I need to worry about most now is the five-year and ten-year exams. I need to improve my strength as much as possible. At the very least, I need to enter the first step of the Qi refining period, refine the state of Qi, and become a monk in the true sense. Otherwise, it won't be long before Jiang Lin faces the threat of death at the end of his life.
Then Jiang Lin stopped thinking about things that would never happen and focused on improving his cultivation in front of him.
Jiang Lin practiced every day and then took the elixirs given by Bailingyuan. His physical body and spiritual power were steadily and orderly improving.
Spring passed and autumn came, and more than half a year passed in the blink of an eye. Jiang Lin had been hiding in his room. Because of the last time Jiang Lin spent spiritual stones to buy Xiaobai, the man named Cheng never came again.
Jiang Lin stopped practicing that day and was planning to go to the Gong Transfer Hall. Today, Deacon Zhao gave a lecture in person, which was very rare. What he talked about was exactly the way to use spiritual consciousness that Jiang Lin had been thinking about.
As the head of Guangyun Mountain, Deacon Zhao doesn’t come out to preach often. Sometimes he may have to wait for several years. This time he happened to have an opportunity, so he couldn’t miss it.
So Jiang Lin arrived at the Gong Chuan Hall early. The disciples at the door were responsible for collecting spiritual stones and contributions. Many people were waiting in order.
While Jiang Lin was waiting in line, an "acquaintance" suddenly appeared behind him.
Yin Huaiyi was also very happy to see Jiang Lin and took the initiative to come over and greet him: "It turns out to be Brother Jiang. I didn't expect to meet him here. Nice to meet him."
Jiang Lin nodded kindly and said a few polite words, but didn't talk much because Jiang Lin felt uncomfortable around this person, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
Soon it was Jiang Lin's turn to go in. When he learned that fifty spiritual stones were needed this time, he couldn't help but feel a pang of pain in his heart. Although he could take it out, it suddenly made him a pauper. It seemed that Sanquan Taoist was in trouble. It’s time to deal with the contents of the bag as soon as possible.
After entering the Chuan Gong Hall, Jiang Lin found an inconspicuous corner and sat down.
Most of the people who came today were ordinary disciples. Although Senior Zhao preached in person, the content he preached was ordinary. Disciples with a certain level of cultivation would naturally not spend their spiritual stones on this.
Many more people came in one after another. Jiang Lin, who originally thought he could avoid Yin Huaiyi, saw him walking towards him again and cursed in his heart, but still showed a welcoming smile on his face.
Yin Huaiyi was very talkative, but Jiang Lin was a bit reticent, chatting without saying a word. However, during the chat, Jiang Lin learned that this person was actually from Zhishui Villa.
Jiang Lin knows a little about Zhishui Villa. It is a large family attached to Bailingyuan and is very famous. Many people in Zhishui Villa practice in Bailingyuan, and some even hold high positions. They are very powerful and very powerful. He was highly valued by Bailingyuan and was given a large number of Immortal Ascension Orders.
However, Yin Huaiyi admitted that he had not used the Immortal Ascension Order and was quite confident in his talent.
However, at this time, Yin Huaiyi smiled and said to Jiang Lin: "I am also proficient in the art of divination, which can predict good fortune and misfortune. Brother Jiang, are you interested in giving it a try?"
Jiang Lin was startled, then shook his head and said with a smile: "Fate has its own destiny, why do you need to know so much."
"If I had known better, I would have made plans earlier." Yin Huaiyi said with a confident smile.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Lin didn't take it seriously at all. He smiled lightly and said, "The more you know, the more you do. The more you do, the more mistakes you make."
Yin Huaiyi was choked and didn't know how to continue. It happened that at this time, Senior Zhao came here surrounded by several disciples and appeared in his seat out of thin air.
As soon as Senior Zhao appeared, everyone's attention was attracted. The highlight of this time was coming.
A disciple next to Senior Zhao stepped forward and said: "Junior brothers and sisters, Senior Zhao has been busy preaching and teaching to you today. I hope that everyone will be inspired after listening and that Senior Zhao's hard work will be in vain."
After finishing speaking, Senior Zhao said a few simple and polite words before getting down to business. Except for his voice, there was no sound in the whole place. Everyone listened attentively, for fear of missing any detail.
Divine consciousness is an extremely magical thing. It is a manifestation of the soul's perception. It allows a monk to truly see and hear in all directions. Although he is thousands of miles apart, he feels as if he is close at hand.
If one masters the spiritual consciousness to the highest state, it can be said that one flower and one world, one grass and one universe.
It took a full half day for Senior Zhao to finish speaking. Many people were still confused, lost in thought, and didn't know what to think. By the time he regained consciousness, Senior Zhao had already left.
Afterwards, people left here one after another. Before leaving, Yin Huaiyi took the initiative to ask Jiang Lin where he lived, and Jiang Lin told him directly.
After Jiang Lin left, Yin Huaiyi returned to his residence. There was a paper kite lying on the table, flapping its wings.
Yin Huaiyi patted it with his hand, and the paper kite quickly burned, and a middle-aged man's figure appeared in the firelight, his appearance very blurry.
The man saw Yin Huaiyi and said in a deep voice: "Ah Yi, after so long, do you still insist on staying in Bailingyuan? Wufang Pavilion has urged me several times. With your talent, even if you stay in Bailingyuan, The courtyards must be the four courtyards of the inner gate, east, west, north and south. The outer gate is a complete waste of time."
"Dad, I have made up my mind. I will definitely not go to Wufang Pavilion. I will not change my decision at all."
"Okay, since you insist so much, I won't say more. With your current cultivation level, your divination skills will inevitably have deviations. Everything you do now may be useless. A hundred years may seem far away, but for us For people like this, it’s just a snap of the fingers, you decide for yourself.”
As soon as he finished speaking, everything in front of him disappeared, leaving only a few ashes falling to the ground and the silent Yin Huaiyi in the room.
