However, after a moment, the other person in the other dressed robe, but the elder Dan Dan, who was embroidered on the placket, also came over. Seeing that he was scorched, the wall was covered with the wall, and he could not help taking a cold breath.
Then, he saw ink paintings lying on the ground.
"Don't be stuck, save people first."
The two stepped forward and looked at the injury of ink painting, and then they were relieved.
Mo painting looks miserable, the injury is not mild, but there is nothing big.
Elder Dan took out a bottle of spiritual fluid, sprinkled on the wound of ink painting, resolved the residual fire poison, cleaned the blood stains of scorched ash, and at the same time stopped the bleeding of the wound.
Then take out a elixir and give the ink painting.
Then stroke the chest of ink painting, keep luck, with a thick and pure wooden spiritual power, nourishing the meridians of ink paintings, and treating his injuries ...
After a period of time, the pale face of ink gradually became bloody, and the breath was stable.
It was just that his physical body was too weak, so the trauma recovered slowly, and he couldn't wake up for a while.
Elder Dan Elder Ru was relieved, "It's almost ..."
"Fortunately, it was just affected by a small amount of spell spiritual power ..."
"It was not a big deal to raise half a month of injury and conditioning, but his hand was injured and the meridians were damaged. During this time, he could not use spiritual power ..."
Elder Dan was a little fortunate, and shook his head again:
"That is, the constitution is too bad ..."
"The body is weak, hurts when I stab, and I can't raise it if I hurt ..."
Elder Dan looked at the fainted ink painting, and had a little pain, and turned his head to complain about the Laoshi Lisao:
"Anyway, you are the elder of Taoist Dharma. He has nothing to teach him to practice. He doesn't expect any achievements.
The Lord of the Dao Lao smiled bitterly, "Can I not know this?"
"But how simple, he can really practice it, I have been able to practice him long ago ..."
"Learn that fur, do you use it a little bit."
"If you still hurt, you will be injured, and you will die when you cut it.
"What's more, the practice of refining is just strong, where is it so easy to learn."
"He has a bad foundation. If he has practiced a lot, his body is withered, blood gas is reversed, and he will hurt himself ..."
Elder Dan Wen Yan shook his head, but helplessly:
"Then I can practice a few furnace elixir, give him blood qi ..."
Although the function may not be too big, it is better than nothing.
After the elder Dan said, Elder Dan said, and at the same time, he glanced at the elderly Dao Fa.
Taoist President Elder Elderly Eye is numb.
"You say you are okay, teach this child to do spells?" Elder Dan puzzled.
"I didn't teach ..."
"Do you guess I believe it?"
The old manager of the Dao Dharma became bitter, "I really didn't teach ..."
Elder Dan was stunned. Seeing that he was not like talking, he looked around, his face changed slightly, "That's ..."
"It's a spell ..."
"Are you not a nonsense? Isn't it a spell, but it can also be a matrix? The question is, what is the spell?"
Dao Daisang thought, "It seems, it seems to be ... fireball ..."
Elder Dan is expressionless, "It's amazing ... What fireball, you teach me, let me have a long knowledge."
The President of the Taoist Fa couldn't speak.
Elder Dan pointed at the place where the spell puppet originally placed:
"Although this puppet, although it is the puppet of the foundation in the early stage, the purpose of the initial refining is to bear the spell bombardment.
Elder Dan's eyelid jump slightly, "I was blasted into a flying ash ..."
And this child is just an entry into a few years, and the disciples of the foundation.
Elder Dan looked at the ink painting again, and his heart was shocked.
The President of the Dao Dharma also muttered in his heart.
He didn't remember that he had taught ink paintings, what kind of powerful spells.
Furthermore, even if there is this kind of spell, the spiritual root of the ink painting, and the spiritual power of Qi Hai, can not learn it at all, and can’t use it ...
unless……
The President of the Taoism felt the surroundings, the remaining hot air, and the spiritual power of the change.
Elder Dan asked: "What did you see?"
The President of the Dao Fa frowned: "This is not simply, it is the power of spells, but more like ..."
"What is like?"
The Dao Da Lao shook his head and did not say exit. He just thought of the age of ink painting, and the cultivation was unbelievable. He murmured in his mouth:
"Should ... not ..."
Nympho
When the ink painting woke up, I felt dizzy, my hands hurt, and the meridians were still a bit stagnant.
When he looked around, he found that he was lying on a white and soft bed. He was plain, burned with the scent of scent.
There is a woman wearing a long -lasting robe, a dignified woman, but a charming woman, but watching him silently.
Some surprises, "Murong ... Elder?"
His voice was a little hoarse and a little weak, like a trauma that left the fire spirit, and his speech was a bit difficult.
Elder Murong was slightly pushed, "Mr. Xun was afraid that you would worsen your injuries, so he sent you to me."
Ink painting was slightly stunned, then I knew that Elder Murong was a Dan teacher.
Elder Murong was close to ink paintings, her fingers were fair and slender, and gently touched the forehead of the ink painting, the sound was soft as late:
"Nothing ..."
"But the left hand burns, damage the meridians. Within half a month, you can't use spiritual power. The right hand is a flesh injury. Within seven days, you can't hold the pen ..."
"I give you a few bottles of elixir, take a capsule every morning and evening, take a cap."
"Um." Mo Hua nodded a little bit, "Thank you elder Murong ..."
Elder Murong smiled slightly.
After that, there have been other monks one after another.
The first is Yuer.
After seeing the injury of ink painting, he stayed next to the ink painting, frowned with a small eyebrow, and his eyes were moist.
Elder Murong had to prepare a small bed and a small blanket for him to sleep nearby.
Yu'er was quiet and quiet, noisy or noisy. When he woke up, the first thing to open his eyes was to look at ink paintings.
Mo Hui woke up, Yuer's eyes were shiny, very happy.
But because ink paintings are going to recuperate, Yuer looked at it for a while, and he had to return to his disciples to do his homework again.
Murong Caiyun also came once, gave some elixir, and supplements.
Seeing that ink painting is okay, she is relieved, but she tells ink painting. When practicing spells, she must be careful not to hurt herself anymore.
Be honest with ink painting.
He also knew one thing:
He heard Sister Murong and called Elder Murong "Little Aunt". It can be seen that the two did have a relationship.
Shangguanxu also came to see him. In addition to the elimination of the elimination of the wounded, it also brought a lot of delicious food.
"These are the aunt, let me bring you ..."
"This is too much in the door, she is not convenient to come in, but let you hurt it. Go to the Gu family, she invite the Dan teacher of the official house to condition you, do not leave any trouble ..."
Ink painting nodded and felt excited:
"Thank you brother Xu, and for me, thank you Auntie."
In addition, some disciples in the same door also came to see their "little brother".
Seeing ink painting's complexion is okay, there is nothing to do, they are relieved, walking around ink paintings, and chatting with him:
"Ink painting, I heard that you practice spells and hurt yourself?"
"Really false?"
"What kind of spells do you practice?"
"Isn't it a fireball ..."
"How is it possible?"
"Why can't I ..."
"Ink painting can fire the ball ..."
"Ink painting, when it is too false, we pretend not to know ..."
"You are our" little brother ", don't say it ..."
"How can there be a little brother who was injured by fireball ..."
Ink painting glanced at them with contempt, displeased:
"What's wrong with fireball, wait for me to cultivate, let you see and see, a fireball can cry you!"
"I don't believe it!"
"Black cow also a draft ..."
"Squiring Fireball ..."
Nympho
Ink paintings are noisy with them, and the atmosphere is a bit lively.
Elder Murong said faintly: "This is the Dan room, you have to recuperate, you all go to class."
"Yes ... elder."
The disciples who were still thinking about the classes were honestly arched and saluted, and they left.
Only Cheng Mo, reluctant, grabbed ink paintings and told:
"Ink painting, you have a good injury earlier, go back and teach us the formation ..."
Mr. Xun Lao is too harsh, the lesson is too high, and the homework has too many homework. He can't bear it at all ...
It's okay to paint this "little brother".
Nympho
Mr. Xun Lao also came to see the eye and ink painting.
He looked serious and didn't say much, but just told Mo to paint, nourishing the injury, but when he left, he couldn't help but whispered and comforted:
"Spell, such a fight and killing, is not good at it ..."
"You have a bad foundation, there is no need to learn others, repair these methods of killing ..."
"If you learn the law, you are enough to stand in the practice of the world, and others dare not insult you."
"If you encounter difficulties, someone is looking for you, you just say it, and you have your own Zongmen to support you."
"Don't force yourself, you want to learn these spells ..."
"Don't hurt yourself ..."
Nympho
Mo painting was moved, and he nodded quickly: "I know, thank you, Mr.!"
Mr. Xun didn't know the ink painting. He didn't listen to it, nodded, and left.
Nympho
Nearly evening, the President of the Taoist also quietly visited ink paintings.
He is the elder responsible for teaching Taoism. His disciples are injured. Although it is not caused by him, as the elders, he must bear some responsibility.
Seeing ink painting sitting on the bed, holding a bandage with his left hand, although his small face was white, his eyes were bright and stable, and there was really no big deal.
The President of the Dao Fathered said a few words, and asked for a moment, and asked in a low voice:
"Ink painting, what spell you use in the Dharma room ..."
He taught spells and studied spells, so he was very curious about unknown spells.
He wants to know what kind of spells do ink painting can cause such a great power to destroy a good spell puppet and harden ...
The ink painting was stunned, and his eyes were slightly bright.
After waking up, he thought about "spell fusion" when he was free.
But if you want to think about it, you don't want to understand why the two fireball techniques and the consciousness of the consciousness are so powerful.
If it wasn't for myself, I forcibly reversed the direction of spells with my consciousness, but was out of control of the spiritual power of the spell ...
I am afraid that not only the hands are injured, but my little life is dangerous ...
Ink painting is not understood.
The fusion of two fireballs is impossible, causing such a great power.
Even a little bit of waves made myself suffer such a big injury ...
This is unreasonable.
So the Dao Fa is asking him, he also has a lot of questions, and wants to ask about the elders of the Taoism.
Ink painting thought for a while, and then replied:
"I think a fireball is not powerful enough, so I want to put two fireball techniques, 'fusion' together, enhance the power, and then explode ..."
The elderly of the Dao Fa frowned, "Noise, where is such a" fusion "?"
Ink painting vulnerable: "How should that fusion?"
"You understand it wrong," the Dao Fa shook his head, "The so -called spell‘ fusion ’does not mean that the two spells, like a dough, mix together ...”
"Spell fusion, which is essentially artistic fusion."
"Moreover, it is not fusion after the casting, but before the cast is already a‘ fusion ’surgery, but it seems that it’ s like ‘fusion’ ... ”
Ink painting suddenly realized.
He remembered that when Grandpa performed "fireball" for himself, he filed the fireball in turn and woven to form spells.
In essence, it is not to integrate several fireballs.
It is itself, which is a complete, separate spell.
I practiced according to Grandpa's way, but because of the closed doors and cars, it seemed to be a little crooked ...
Although learning is crooked, it seems that the power is also very strong ...
Even strong, a little beyond your imagination ...
Why is this again?
Mo Hua blinked and looked at the elders of the eyes of the eyes.
The President of the Taoist Dharma was seen by ink painting, and he murmured in his heart.
"Elder ..." Mo Hua said, "If there is a possibility ..."
"Two 'twins' monks, like the same consciousness, the same spiritual root, the spells performed are exactly the same ..."
"Without this" twin "monk ..." Dao Dao Lao said.
"I mean if ..."
Ink painting a serious way, "... If so, what will happen to their spells, what will happen?" Will it fusion? "
Ink painting is curious.
The elders of Taoist Dharma had a headache. He was most afraid of encountering this.
They asked, and some reason.
But if you really answer it, you are very conscious.
The President of the Dao Fa rubbed his forehead and followed the idea of ​​ink painting. After thinking about it, he said slowly:
"The same is the same as the spiritual root, the spirit root, the two spells may not be exactly the same, because there is a successive time ..."
"For the monk, time is also a rule."
"The time of spells, the same as the spiritual power composition of spells, is also a kind of inherent feature, but the general monk, completely ignored this ..."
"Then the casting time is exactly the same ..." Mo -painting.
"In this case ..." Elder Taoist muttered, "That two spells are almost the same, the same is the same as the same, if they are in contact ..."
"There will be two possibilities ..."
President Taoist Presbyteria speculated according to the principles of spell:
"Either" fusion "instantly and turning into a big fireball ..."
"Either it is close, not exploded, but cannot be fused.
"It's like too much, and coexistence and mutual exclusion ..."
Ink painting eyes are bright, and the heart is admirable.
It is worthy of being too proud of the Taoist President. It can be inferred that the accident came by alone.
"Then, if these two fireballs are‘ scolding each other ’, but do n’t fusion?" Mo Hua asked again.
"That ..." Dao Da just said, and suddenly he stunned, "How do you know?"
Because I tried it!
I hurt myself!
Ink painting silently.
But this kind of thing, he didn't say well, he said perfunctory: "I guess ..."
Then I didn't wait for the President of the Taoist to return to God, and ink paintings quickly asked, "If so, why is it rejected?"
The Passion of the Dao Fa really followed the idea of ​​ink painting and thought about it ...
"Because of the essential surgery, it is still different."
"The artistic structure is the spiritual structure of the spell, which is the essence of the spell."
"The artistic style is inevitable to exclude each other."
"General spells, even the same monk, the same spell, the surgical structure is similar, but the surgery itself is independent and different."
"It's like the refining system, all the spiritual tools are a 'fan'. After the refining, the shape looks the same, but the actual existence of each spiritual tool is different ..."
"What you said, the" twins' fireballs are the same. Although they are exactly the same, the essence of 'operating structure' is independent of each other ... "
The ink painted nodded.
It is worthy of being the elder of the Taoist, and I thought of it!
I also guess that the fireball scolding is the problem of inherently in the spell, the operating structure.
Ink painting asked again: "Can these two 'twins' fireballs form a 'fusion' of different spells?"
The old man of the Taoism shook his head, "No, the operating structure is reprimanded, and you can't merge together ..."
"Is there a way to merge them?"
The President of the Dao Fa really thought about it seriously, and then shook his head.
Ink painting blinked, "If ..."
"Use brute force, control the fireball with strong consciousness, and quickly collide, will it produce fusion ..."
"Crash?" Dao Fa shook his head, "It should still be unable to integrate ..."
"Most of the" aggregation ", but this aggregation is very risky, which will affect the stability of the spell ..."
"Instant pressure with the consciousness, forcing the fireball to aggregate, which will instantly produce strong excuses, causing the inner structure of the two fireballs to collapse, the spiritual power loses the restraint, generates a variant, and the inner power can be released, thus ..."
The elderly Taoist said, his voice was getting smaller and smaller, and suddenly he froze, his eyes were shocked.
He looked at the ink painting and was shocked, "You won't ..."
You will not be true. It is through the fireball collision to collapse the operating structure, causing a strong destructive power.
Then he puzzled, "What are you ..."
How did you do it?
The "twin" fireballs with the same origin ...
Knowledge of strong control, aggregating fireball ...
Can this be done in the early stage of the foundation?
Ink painting whispered: "I just think about it, just ask ..."
The President of the Taoist Dharma silently looked at the ink painting, and I believe that you have ghosts.
At the same time, he also felt emotion.
It is indeed Mr. Xun.
Wisdom to know beads!
The disciples who value it are not only very talented in the formation method.
In terms of spell, you can also take a different approach, and there are such whipped research ...
It's just ... Since it is the disciple of Mr. Xun, these roots are not convenient to ask.
The elderly Taoism thought about it, his eyes were slightly sinking, and he seemed to be determined to tell the "spell theory" that should not be taught.
"Spiritual power constitutes spells, spells are the coats of spiritual power."
"But the essence of the inner power itself also contains a strong power ..."
"General spells, with spiritual power, forming art, forming spells, so as to have the power of killing ..."
"But the other way ..."
The elders of the Taoist Dharma condensed, and the voice was slightly sinking:
"Through spells, the surgical structure changes are caused, which will cause spiritual changes, and release a large amount of unstable spiritual energy, which will also cause, strong destructive ..."
Ink painting eyes shocked.
Isn't this ...
The formation method collapses!
Although the method is different, one is the formation method, the other is the spell, and the change of spiritual power is different.
But the essential principle is the same!
When the Fa Director saw that the ink paintings were thorough, they understood it so soon, and some of them were so embarrassed.
This child ... I will do such a thing before ...
How do you feel, it looks like?
The elderly Taoism felt that he couldn't say anymore, so he cough and got up and said, "It's not too early, I should go back ..."
Ink painting is very polite: "Elderly, you go slowly."
But he cared for another thing. He didn't hold back.
"By the way, elder ..."
Mo painting whispered: "... Your surname?"
The President of the Taoist Dharma heard that if he was hit by a lightning, the whole person was stunned.
He was a little angry and incredible, and said sadly: "For so long, you don't even know what my last name is?!"
Ink painting is a little embarrassed.
There is no way, Elder Zongmen has more, and there are substitutes. Occasionally, they are replaced. Some elders are really familiar, but they ca n’t call their names.
Mo painting smiled awkwardly.
The President Taoist said helplessly: "My surname is easy ..."
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Chapter completed!