Liang Wanli glared at Lin San, who was still in a daze: "Hurry up and chase your master."
Lin San came back to his senses. He bowed to the headmaster and other elders, then turned around and ran out of the hall. After a lot of effort, Lin San finally caught up with the old man with a flat nose who was striding forward.
The old man with a flat nose took out a gourd from his arms, unscrewed the lid, and drank hard from the mouth of the gourd.
Lin San sniffed her nose: "Master... Master, what you drank was a bar."
The old man with a flat nose ignored Lin San and just drank by himself while walking towards the west without stopping.
Lin San chuckled: "Master, where are we going?"
This time the old man with a flat nose spoke: "Go to where I live."
"Oh." Lin San nodded and said no more words.
Half an hour later, the old man with a flat nose led Lin San to an attic. The attic had three floors, all made of stone. There was a plaque hanging on the beam at the door of the attic, with the words " "Jingxinzhai" are three characters.
"The third floor is my bedroom. The second floor is the study. There are some cultivation techniques inside. The first floor is a place for meditation and practice. I'm tired. I'm going to rest first. You can take your time and wander around. By the way, there's nothing special about it. Don't disturb me on the third floor." After saying a few words, the old man with a flat nose went straight to the third floor.
Lin San walked into the attic. After walking around a few times on the first floor, he went straight to the second floor.
There are more than a dozen wooden shelves on the second floor. There are many books on the shelves. Some books look new. The covers of some books have turned yellow.
Lin San read them one by one from beginning to end. Most of the books on the wooden shelves were ordinary cultivation techniques. There were also some books introducing alchemy and talisman refining. Lin San sighed in his heart: This cheap master is still It's really amazing. I have collected so many secrets of exercises.
"Hey. What is this?" Lin San reached out and took out a yellowed book. It seems that no one has touched it for a long time. The cover of the book was covered with dust. Lin San shook off the dust and saw several colors printed on the cover. Dim font: "Lightning Technique."
This book actually introduces the art of drawing lightning.
In the spiritual world, the art of attracting lightning is a very prestigious magical power. I heard that if you practice it to the extreme, you can trigger the divine thunder in the sky to attack the enemy with just a sword. But then, for some unknown reason, the art of attracting lightning suddenly disappeared. The traces of them disappeared. And the immortal cultivators who were able to draw thunder also mysteriously disappeared.
Lin San pondered for a moment, then reached out and opened the book with the "Lightning Technique" printed on it.
There is a sentence written on the first page: "If you want to practice the art of drawing lightning, you must suddenly realize the way of heaven."
"What do you mean? I have a sudden enlightenment on the way of heaven." Lin San muttered. Then he turned to the second page: "Hey, why is it a picture?" Lin San flipped through the entire book and found that except for the words on the first page, Except for one line of words, the remaining dozen pages are all pictures without any words.
Lin San studied for a long time and could only barely recognize that there were some stars in the picture. The sizes and shapes of these stars were different. There seemed to be some tricks to their placement.
Once a person concentrates on studying something, time will fly by.
For the whole day, Lin San held the lightning-drawing technique and took a closer look, paying no attention to the things around him.
"It's getting late. You should go back to your apartment." The voice of an old man with a flat nose suddenly came from the third floor.
Lin San was stunned. He suddenly woke up. He raised his head and looked out the window. It was already dark. He actually stood here all day. After adjusting his mentality, Lin San placed the lightning-inducing technique on the wooden stand. Then he faced I paid my respects on the third floor and then went downstairs.
After leaving the attic, Lin San returned directly to the courtyard where he lived.
Early the next morning, Lin San came to the attic again and began to study the art of attracting thunder. He didn't know what was going on. When Lin San first saw the star map drawn in the secret book of attracting lightning, his heart It became extremely throbbing. I always felt like there was some shocking treasure hidden in these star charts.
Another day has passed.
After dark, Lin San reluctantly left the attic.
In the next few days, Lin San went to the attic during the day to study the art of attracting lightning. In the evening, he returned to his residence. It was almost two o'clock and one line.
A month has passed in the blink of an eye.
After this month of familiarity, Lin San already knew that the old man with a flat nose hiding on the third floor of the attic was called Zhu Qingshi. He was the last elder of the Tianshan Sect. Even though Zhu Qingshi was ranked lower, he was indeed the oldest among the many elders. I heard that he is over 900 years old. His end is not far away.
Since the last time Zhu Qingshi took Lin San as his disciple, he has not been seen again. He has been hiding in the third floor of the attic all day long. He doesn't know what he is doing.
Zhu Qingshi didn't come out, and Lin San was too embarrassed to disturb him. Every day, he studied the art of attracting lightning on the second floor of the attic. There is a saying that "if you put in the effort, there will be rewards." Under Lin San's research, he forgot to eat and sleep. Finally, I figured out some details about the lightning-inducing technique. The star diagrams drawn in the thunder-inducing technique secret book are not ordinary pictures, but array diagrams. The position of the stars at every moment in the painting is particular.
Lin San counted the numbers. There were ten pages in the Secret Book of Lightning Drawing. Nine of the pages were filled with star diagrams. This meant that there were nine different ways to perform the "Lightning Drawing Skill".
Closing the secret book, Lin San sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and meditated on the star diagram formation on the second page in his mind. I don’t know how long it had passed, but a subtle warm current suddenly surged out of Lin San’s right arm. Not yet. When Lin San reacted, a warm stream sprang out from the index finger of Lin San's right hand and flew directly out of the window.
At this moment, a muffled sound suddenly sounded in the sky. Then a small thunder and lightning appeared out of thin air and struck hard on the attic.
"Boom." A huge crack suddenly appeared on half of the stone wall of the attic. A burning smell came from the crack.
Lin San gaped at the cracks in the stone wall. He was completely dumbfounded. He just meditated for a moment according to the formation of the star chart. Who would have expected that a thunder and lightning would really fall from the sky. This is too ridiculous.
The huge noise finally alerted Zhu Qingshi who was hiding on the third floor.
A white light flashed. Zhu Qingshi appeared on the second floor. He glanced at the cracks on the stone wall. A trace of surprise appeared on Zhu Qingshi's face: "What's going on?"
Lin San saluted Zhu Qingshi: "Master."
Zhu Qingshi pointed to the cracks in the stone wall and said in a deep voice: "You did this."
Lin San's face twitched: "Yes... no..."
"Is that true? Tell me the truth." Zhu Qingshi frowned.
"How should I put it..." Lin San licked his lips: "I only took half of the responsibility."
"What do you mean?" Zhu Qingshi didn't understand.
Lin San shook the secret book of lightning in his hand: "I was originally studying the art of lightning. Who would have thought... In the end, it really attracted a thunder and lightning from the sky. And by coincidence, this thunder and lightning hit the attic. …”