Zhu Qingshi waved his sleeves: "It doesn't matter, just take a rest." As he spoke, Zhu Qingshi stretched out his right hand and quickly shot out a white light. The white light turned into a giant net that held up the sky, directly covering the entire attic. After getting up, about half a stick of incense had passed, and the giant net turned into white light collapsed and slowly disappeared. The attic Yanran, which was damaged just now, has been restored to its original state, especially the cracks split by lightning, which were even more healed. .
Lin Sanchao gave Zhu Qingshi a thumbs up and said with sincere admiration: "Master is so awesome."
"Haha... a small skill, nothing worth mentioning," was complimented by his apprentice, which made Zhu Qingshi feel even more comfortable.
Lin San reached out and took out the secret book of lightning-inducing techniques from his arms: "Master, I'll give this back to you,"
"Don't worry, I'll leave it with you first," Zhu Qingshi waved his hand.
"This... this isn't appropriate..." Lin San said hesitantly.
"What's inappropriate? I don't understand the lightning-inducing technique. It's a waste to put it here." Zhu Qingshi smiled: "Just think of it as a meeting gift from the master, but you have to keep the lightning-inducing technique well." Don’t lose the secret book,” Zhu Qingshi would have given it to Lin San if it weren’t for the secret book of lightning-inducing techniques passed down from his master.
Seeing that Zhu Qingshi insisted on keeping the secret book of lightning induction with him, Lin San no longer refused: "Master, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of the secret book when you are here,"
"The art of drawing lightning is extensive and profound, you have to study it carefully," Zhu Qingshi chuckled.
"This disciple must devote himself to mastering the art of drawing lightning, and will never let the master down," Lin San promised.
Zhu Qingshi thought of something again: "You might as well just move here to live as a master. It is also convenient for us to communicate with each other."
"This..." Lin San had a troubled look on his face: "I think it's better to forget it. I have too many sleeping problems. I'm afraid it will disturb you, Master."
Seeing that Lin San was unwilling to live with him, Zhu Qingshi did not force himself any longer: "It's getting late, you can go back."
Lin San saluted Zhu Qingshi, turned around and strode away.
"Wait," Zhu Qingshi suddenly shouted.
Lin San stopped and turned around to look at Zhu Qingshi: "Master, do you have any other instructions?"
"Your understanding of the art of directing lightning must be kept secret and must not be mentioned to outsiders," Zhu Qingshi warned.
"Why?" Lin San didn't understand. Is the art of drawing lightning something shameful?
Zhu Qingshi did not directly answer Lin San's question, but solemnly said: "I am doing this for your own good. If you want to practice safely, just listen to me."
Lin San nodded thoughtfully: "Disciple, take note. If master has nothing else to do, I will go back first." Seeing Zhu Qingshi nodded, Lin San turned and left.
Looking at Lin San's leaving figure, Zhu Qingshi's expression was a little complicated. After a long time, he gently exhaled and turned back to the attic.
More than half a month passed in a flash.
In the past half month, Lin San's little life has been quite comfortable. During the day, he went to Zhu Qingshi's attic to learn the art of attracting lightning, and occasionally chatted with Zhu Qingshi. Zhu Qingshi is indeed an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years. , knowing a lot of things, every time after chatting, Lin San would benefit a lot. At night, Lin San would hide in the room where he lived and study the white eggs of the Shale Demon Bee.
At noon that day, Lin San came out of the small courtyard and walked slowly and hurriedly towards the attic where Zhu Qingshi lived.
"Stop," a voice suddenly shouted from the front.
Lin San looked up and felt disgusted. It turned out to be Hua Ming. They were really enemies of each other.
"Boy, why don't you be polite when you see your uncle?" Hua Mingyin smiled and walked towards Lin San.
Lin San braced himself and saluted Hua Ming: "I've met my uncle." Logically speaking, Lin San's master Zhu Qingshi and his master are brothers, so Lin San and Hua Ming should be brothers, but the Tianshan sect The seniority is divided according to the realm of cultivation, and masters and disciples are treated separately. Now that Lin San's cultivation realm is in the Qi-training and foundation-building stage, he can only call Hua Ming his uncle.
In order to reduce the Tianshan Party's suspicion of him, Lin San could only lower his cultivation level through self-mutilation. Unexpectedly, in this way, he became a doormat, which was really depressing.
Hua Ming looked at Lin San: "Looking at your rosy face, you must have been living a pretty good life recently,"
Lin San said with a crooked mouth: "I wonder if there is anything else, uncle? If nothing happens, I will go find the master." After saying that, Lin San raised his feet and wanted to leave.
"Wait a minute," Hua Ming stretched out his hand to stop Lin San.
Lin San frowned and asked in a deep voice, "I wonder what other instructions Uncle Master has?" If it weren't for the fact that Hua Ming was the head disciple, Lin San would not bother to pay attention. Outside, Lin San had already chopped Hua Ming into pieces.
"Why, are you unwilling to talk to me?" Hua Ming snorted coldly.
Lin San pouted and said nothing.
"Bold," Hua Ming shouted suddenly.
Lin San was startled, and looked up at Hua Ming. He saw Hua Ming reaching out and grabbing a handful of dirt from the ground and applying it directly to his chest. Lin San was stunned and thought to himself: What is this Hua Ming doing?
"You brat, how dare you sneak up on me with dirty mud," Hua Ming glared at Lin San with a stern voice.
Lin San was stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses: "You framed me to blame."
"Yes, I just framed you," Hua Ming sneered, "I'll see how you get out this time."
Lin San's face was extremely gloomy, and he clenched his fists tightly. At this moment, Lin San really wanted to kill Hua Ming, this little bastard, but his reason told Lin San not to do this, because once he killed Hua Ming, If his whereabouts are exposed, he will not be able to get the Ningshen Incense.
"Pa," Hua Ming reached out and grabbed Lin San's shoulder.
Lin San shook his shoulders slightly and broke away from Hua Ming's dog paw.
"Hey," Hua Ming looked at Lin San in surprise: "You can actually dodge my blow,"
Lin San secretly said, "No," because he got excited and revealed his secret.
"I don't believe in evil anymore," Hua Ming jumped towards Lin San.
This time Lin San did not dodge, and Hua Ming caught him smoothly.
"Come on, follow me to find the headmaster and elders for review." Hua Ming dragged Lin San to the Tiantai Temple.
In the main hall, the headmaster and several elders were discussing matters. Suddenly they saw Hua Ming dragging Lin San into the main hall. They were stunned and didn't understand what happened.
"Master, you have to make the decision for me," Hua Ming let go of Lin San and knelt directly on the ground.
Lin San stood aside and watched Hua Ming's performance coldly without saying a word.
Leader Liang Wanli frowned: "What happened?"
Several other elders also looked at Hua Ming in surprise.