Chenfenggu is a second-grade sect. The sect leader of the second-grade sect recruits his own disciples. I don’t know how many people will fight to the point of blood. So when Feng Jie asked this question, he thought Long Wenmu would hesitate, but the result was
I don't want him to answer so straightforwardly.
Long Wenmu curled his lips. He didn't value identity and status so much. Besides, Feng Jie suddenly asked this question, and he really had no room for deep thought.
Everyone knows that Chenfenggu is a sect that casts weapons. Long Wenmu has used a lot of demonic weapons. As for casting weapons, he has no idea about ten or nine orifices, so he will definitely be quick and neat to refuse.
Feng Jie was not annoyed. He made this request just to ask, not to force him. Since others were unwilling, he certainly would not mention it anymore. But when he said in his heart, after hearing about Long Wenmu's deeds, he really had a recruitment.
Heart.
"Why did Master Feng come here?" The mountain where Long Wenmu is located is not very popular, it is a barren mountain.
"I want to see the younger generation of Yunxuan Sect with my own eyes." Feng Jie admitted that there has been a lot of controversy in the sect recently, and he also wants to see this person with my own eyes.
His eyes looked at Long Wenmu, which made Long Wenmu feel uncomfortable. After a while, Feng Jie retracted his gaze.
"It will take one month for your demon soldier to build. You can stay in the sect for a while."
Long Wenmu replied "Yes".
Seeing that his whole body was a little tense, Feng Jie signaled that he didn't need to be restrained.
"I heard from Feng Du that you have used the Black Dragon Palace's moves in burying your bones?" Feng Jie's question made Long Wenmu, who had just relaxed, tense up again.
Without waiting for his reply, Feng Jie continued: "The moves are not good or bad, but the human heart can distinguish between good and evil. In the Holy Alliance, do not use them at will, so as not to cause unintentional disasters."
Long Wenmu heard what he meant, and he was not going to hold him accountable, but reminded him, which made him feel relieved.
Just as Feng Jie said, in this world, good and bad are difficult to define, but people's hearts can easily classify these things. Some people can see through the essence and not make things difficult for Long Wenmu, just like Feng Jie. But at the same time,
, Some people will definitely be petty about this. Be careful to sail for a thousand years. Even if he has a clear conscience, what should be hidden must be hidden.
"If you don't want to enter the dusty valley, you won't force you. But are you interested in casting tools?" Feng Jie asked slowly.
"I have interest, but it's better to say I'm curious." Long Wenmu thought about it and answered.
"Where is curious about?" Feng Jie asked again.
He is not talking to Long Wenmu as a noble sect leader, but is talking to him as an elder who is giving advice to his juniors.
Just now, on the bluestone where Long Wenmu was sitting regulating his breathing, Feng Jie dusted his clothes, sat down cross-legged, and signaled Long Wenmu to come to him.
Although it was his first time meeting with Long Wenmu, he was very friendly.
"I used to know a few skilled weapon casting masters. The huge monsters could condense into small demon soldiers. I only realized that the world is so big that many mysterious things cannot be guessed." Long Wenmu stood up
Next to Feng Jie, I found that Feng Jie had a bad face, but his approachable personality was not so nervous.
Feng Jie pinched his beard and nodded.
"What you see in your eyes is like duckweed on the water. But the truth of the world is the deep ocean under duckweed. It is difficult for ordinary people to find out the whole thing after a lifetime." Feng Jie said, touching his fingers on the surface of the rock,
There was an extra grain of sand in the pines and asked, "What did you see?"
Long Wenmu looked at it intently, only knowing that it was an ordinary grain of sand, so he told the truth: "Sand."
For this answer, Feng Jie did not ask whether it was right or wrong, and crushed the sand between his fingers.
"We and the casting masters often say that "mustard seeds are sumeru", and even in the dust, there is a world." The sand grains were on the tip of his middle finger, and he covered his thumb and pinched it into a finger.
The sand between my fingers suddenly dispersed, spreading like a fog of dust.
The hazy fog was not thick, and there was only a crystal layer, and the range of this layer of mist covered several nearby mountains.
"The small things can also be extended to infinity." Feng Jie said, slowly retracting his strength, the fog was recycled, and it turned back into a grain of sand at his fingertips. "The infinite things can also be transformed into infinity."
His methods were amazing, and Long Wenmu was forgotten for a while.
"A thousand-foot-foot-big beast can also be turned into a blade in your hand. What you see with your naked eyes may not be the true appearance of things. In the casting tool, this is just the most superficial technique." Feng Jie finished speaking and asked again, "That's it,
Are you interested in casting?”
Long Wenmu was silent for a moment and smiled apologized: "I have interests, but I am just a little bit uninformed, and I'm afraid I can't imitate it."
Although Feng Jie showed the technique of casting weapons, after reading it, Long Wenmu felt that he had some more insights.
"All things are connected, and you can use one method to apply it to thousands of ways." Feng Jie did not want to persuade him to join Chenfeng Valley again, but just used the method of casting weapons to give guidance.
Long Wenmu was pondering, but Feng Jie did not interrupt his thoughts.
After Long Wenmu understood something, Feng Jie continued to talk about the topic just now.
"Are you good at using knives and have a lot of knowledge about bows?" he asked.
Long Wenmu nodded. Feng Jie is worthy of being the leader of the second-grade sect, and his eyesight is so vicious. Just by observing, you can tell which weapons Long Wenmu is good at using.
He took a simple knife from the Qiankun bracelet and threw it to Long Wenmu: "Try dancing."
The knife was thrown over, Long Wenmu took it, and his body suddenly sank, almost leaving his hand.
It's so heavy! It's like holding a mountain. I don't know what this knife is made of.
Instead, he held the knife in both hands and waved it a few randomly on the grass ahead.
After watching Feng Jie, he shook his head helplessly.
"You haven't learned sword skills?"
"No." Long Wenmu walked back with a knife and respectfully handed it back to Feng Jie, "I use it based on my instinct and have never learned the sword technique."
"It's better not to learn it. It's the best technique to do it with your heart." Feng Jie did not complain about it, and used a heavy knife to cut off a small branch in the bushes next to him.
Hold the small branch with a gesture of holding the knife, and wrap the demonic power on it: "If you haven't learned the sword technique, then you will use the heart to urge the knife to transform with your thoughts, use the soul as the blade, and use the demonic power as the blade."
He gently pointed the small branch towards Long Wenmu. Long Wenmu felt an extremely sharp blade stabbed towards him in a trance, and was so scared that he took several steps back. After returning to his senses, he found that Feng Jie was in his hand.
It's still the soft and thin branches.
"When you can do this just now, even if you are a plant or a tree, you can be a soldier. If you use a sword, you will be invincible." Feng Jie threw the branch to him, and Long Wenmu hurriedly caught it.
He waved the small branch, but he could not do the effect of sealing the sword.
"It's not a difficult thing. You can still learn and practice hard to gain something."
"Thank you, senior." Long Wenmu thanked. He couldn't do anything like Feng Jie, not because of the gap in cultivation, but simply because he didn't understand enough. This kind of thing was not achieved overnight, and it still took time to experience it more.
Feng Jie pondered for a while, then said, "You have outstanding soul power, and there is another move that may be suitable for you."
Feng Jie took out another short sword, one foot long, from the Qiankun Ring. The short sword was not as sharp as the edge of the sword, and it was not handled. The whole was made of a piece of white iron.
He threw the dagger out gently, and his divine thoughts surged. The dagger flew straight thousands of feet away. When he was thousands of feet away, it seemed to be moved by an invisible hand, and suddenly turned and stabbed towards Long Wenmu.
Come.
Long Wenmu was shocked and was about to resist, but the dagger suddenly turned in another direction, turned two circles in the sky and returned to the Fengjie Palm.
"The imperial weapon?" Long Wenmu said with a frown.
"Yes, it's an imperial weapon." Feng Jie said.
In Long Wenmu's impression, the weapon is not a particularly clever method. The demon master can actually achieve the weapon when his cultivation level is very low.
However, even if the control weapon is not controlled too far, the key is that the destructive power of the objects is too weak, and few people regard the control weapon as an orthodox means of the enemy.
"I mainly use casting tools when casting tools. When casting tools, I will inevitably control several objects at the same time, so the means of controlling tools are indispensable. There is a special set of methods for controlling tools in the sect, you can try one or two."
Feng Jie pointed at Long Wenmu's forehead from the sky, and Long Wenmu only felt his head swelling and pain, and there was something more in his mind.
I focused my mind carefully and found that it was a mental method of controlling the weapon!
There is no need to remember it, just think a little, and you can know the details of this mental method. Overall, this is not a very complicated method.
Long Wenmu meditated seriously and gradually understood some key points. According to the narrative, although this magic formula is not difficult, as long as he can use it skillfully, there seems to be no upper limit for his achievements. In other words, those who study this magic formula,
Achievements can be high or low, all depend on one's own qualifications.
Long Wenmu has been familiar with it several times in his mind and understands the key point of this trick.
Opening his eyes and before he could thank him, Feng Jie handed over the previous dagger: "Try it."
Long Wenmu took it, took a deep breath, and threw the dagger out as he did. Following the records of the magic formula, he controlled the dagger to fly out.
He thought that the weapon was not that difficult, but he realized that he was wrong when he actually took action. After the dagger left, he was out of control before he could fly far away. The demonic power poured into the dagger passed away at an incredible speed.
The result was that the dagger barely flew out a few hundred feet, then broke out of control and fell down.
Long Wenmu was a little dazed and always felt something was wrong. Logically speaking, with his strength, he could control objects in the air, and it was no problem to do anything thousands of feet. As a result, using a short sword was the only distance...
Compared to his confusion, Feng Jie showed a hint of surprise. With a move, the dagger flew back. Feng Jie turned the dagger over and over and over and confirmed that he had not taken the wrong thing.
He laughed and exclaimed: "You are better than I think in the power of the weapon."
I am considered talented when I do this? Long Wenmu is not sure.
No matter what, Feng Jie is willing to give him some advice, but he still has to thank him.
He solemnly thanked Feng Jie, but Feng Jie waved his hand.
"I'm just giving you some tips, no need to thank you. If you have free time before the demon soldiers are cast, you might as well practice more, which may be beneficial to you in the future."
Long Wenmu nodded heavily.
Feng Jie didn't say much. He came here this time just to see Long Wenmu in person. It was a whim to point him out. Leave the short sword to Long Wenmu, waved his sleeves gently, and floated away under Long Wenmu's gaze.