The person in the room was none other than the old man with the goatee. [ ][Ye*][*] After Lang Fei entered the room, his consciousness swept away and he saw that he was holding a piece of paper that he had finished drawing.
The talisman was laughing heartily there.
"I'm in great condition today. I completed the talisman in one go in just one go. God is really helping me."
Goatee smiled at the corner of his mouth. After looking at it for a moment, he picked up the talisman water that he had prepared on the wooden table early in the morning, took a big mouthful, and aimed it at the talisman paper to spray it.
Seeing this, Lang Fei's thoughts changed, and the bad water started again, but he used his magical power to twist his spiritual consciousness into a strand, slightly used the Condensation Tool, and aimed at the old man to stab him. "Guier, I asked you to stand on the hanging steps.
Hit me, retaliate, and let me hit you too."
At present, his spiritual consciousness is thousands of feet away from his body. Although it is not as mysterious as before, it is still more or less effective.
Goatee was opening his mouth and lowering his head. Suddenly, he felt a slight trance in his mind. His throat moved, and he unconsciously swallowed some of the talisman water into his trachea.
After choking on the talisman water, Goatee immediately came back to his senses, opened his mouth, and puffed the talisman water, spraying it everywhere.
The talisman still needed this last step, so Goatee made a mistake and sprayed the talisman water onto only half of the surface of the talisman. The talisman was naturally scrapped.
"Ah..." Looking down and taking a closer look, Goatee couldn't help but feel sad for a moment, howling like a slaughtered pig. This is a sign of great joy that brings sorrow.
Holding the scrapped talisman, Goatee snorted bitterly, recited the meditation mantra to calm down his anger, prayed and bowed, then picked up the pen again, dipped it in cinnabar, poured out the power of Zhen Gang, and walked like a dragon and a phoenix.
, a little bit of ink becomes a painting.
Na Lang Fei was watching from the side and recognized that the painting Goatee was on was an intermediate talisman, and its name was the Thunder Flame Talisman. [~] Thief Xiao An sighed and said that Goatee actually had two brushes lying around.
Take a closer look.[ ]
After a while, the drawing was about to be completed, with only the last vertical hook mark left. Seeing the opportunity, the corner of Goatee's mouth curled up into a smile, and the thief Xiao Fang repeated the old trick unhurriedly, lightly using Concentration, aiming at the center of Goatee's eyebrows.
One note.
Goatee was in a trance again, and the hand holding the pen shook slightly. The cinnabar suddenly fell from the tip of the pen and fell onto the talisman paper, dyeing it into a large dot.
"I...I..." Goatee came back to his senses and looked at the failed talisman in front of him. The smile at the corner of his mouth turned miserable, his face was full of sadness, and he was about to cry without tears.
Lang Fei was leaning forward and back with joy, and it took him a long time to regain his breath. Seeing Goatee's face grimacing, and picking up a pen to draw talismans, he started to show off his skills, tossing and turning over and over.
When it was vertical, it was pointed, and when it was square, it was round. It came and went, went and came, and the goatee lifted the pen ten times in a row, but never finished it successfully.
In the end, the wooden case was empty, with no talisman at all. Goatee stared at a pair of ignorant eyes, looking at the sky and the earth, wanting to cry without tears, and his dry old face was as black as charcoal.
Na Lang Fei smiled crookedly at the side and said: "Old man, you took my food and returned it, ate my food and vomited it out. You offended me and made you cry."
Before a group of casual cultivators entered the attic, the Xumi belt had long been kept by Ji Lei Mountain. The goatee had consumed all the refining materials he had received, and was destined to be eliminated. At this point, Lang Fei finally felt relieved of the hatred in his heart.
He slowly withdrew his consciousness.
"..."
Time flies like an arrow, and the sun and moon fly like a shuttle. In the blink of an eye, the sun sets over the western mountains, and the moon rises above the willow branches.
The time has come for the elixir to be formed. Lang Fei quickly and skillfully removed the fire, started the cauldron, and put the essence essence into the jade bottle prepared in advance. Then he stepped into the teleportation array and returned to the other courtyard.
After walking out of the teleportation array, I looked from a distance in the hall and saw many casual cultivators already standing in other courtyards. [~] Some had faces full of joy, some had faces discouraged, some had faces of apprehension, and some had faces as heavy as water.
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Lang Fei had only taken two steps when the brother on duty who had sent him in earlier appeared at the door of the palace. He smiled at him and said, "Did your alchemy go well, fellow Taoist?"
Lang Fei nodded. The smile on the young man's face grew thicker. He was half envious and half flattering, and said: "Fellow Taoist, please also deliver the medicine stone, and I will hand it over to the elder for evaluation."
Lang Fei didn't answer, and threw the jade bottle to his young brother. He took the Xumi belt on the red lacquer wooden table in the hall, turned around and left the hall.
The young brother held the jade bottle, walked quickly among the elders, and handed it to the old man from earlier.
The old man took the jade bottle, opened the cork, sniffed it carefully, nodded, and handed each one to the other elders to see. Although Lang Fei's refined essence powder did not mix the internal energy within the body, it only used
It was made with ordinary techniques, but his fire control skills were excellent and he controlled the fire just right. Even though it was just an ordinary medicine stone, the elders nodded and praised it.
The casual cultivators in the courtyard took note of the reactions of the elders, and looked at Lang Fei with different eyes. Jealousy, envy, resentment, surprise, confusion, and flattery were all different emotions.
Lang Fei paid no attention to these glances. He was neither sad nor happy. He found a pavilion to rest, half-lying down, squinting his eyes and dozing off.
After a while, some people came out of the other halls. When it was almost time, 99% of the casual cultivators had left the hall. Seeing that the moon was in the sky, the old man gave instructions to his younger brother behind him.
Several brothers nodded and accepted the order, and each entered the hall. After a while, a few casual cultivators with somewhat bad expressions walked out of Fu Dao's hall. Lang Fei opened his eyes in time, and happened to see the goatee with a tigerish face and gnashed teeth.
Get out.
The little boy sneered a few times and closed his eyes again.
It was another tea time, and all the casual cultivators who were intensively studying formations and refining weapons came out of the hall. At this moment, the casual cultivators who went up the mountain gathered here again. After all, drawing talismans and setting up formations are different from refining weapons and refining elixirs. For refining
As far as weapons and alchemy are concerned, as long as they can successfully pass the test, they will definitely be accepted by Ji Lei Mountain. However, as for drawing talismans and setting up formations, there are so many people that even if they can pass the test, they still don't know whether they can enter the elder's Dharma Eyes and be promoted. Therefore.
, the vast majority of the casual cultivators were all uneasy, with a look of hope on their faces after passing the test, and a look of sadness on their faces. Some were really happy and some were worried.
"Okay, everyone, please be quiet. I am allowed to be included in the list of people on the door wall, but I will listen to what the elder has to say." After a while of burning incense, several elders debated and decided on the candidates for the door. The old man who spoke first still spoke.
As soon as the old man finished speaking, there was an instant silence in the other courtyard.
"Today, there are 378 casual cultivators who participated in the election. After careful consideration of the selection, thirty casual cultivators were selected and allowed to be included in our Ji Lei Mountain Gate Wall. Their names are as follows..."
"Your Majesty, the Taoist Master of the Sanqing Dynasty, I have been studying the Immortal Path for thirty-five years, and now I finally leapt over the Dragon Gate, escaped from the mortal world and entered the Jilei Mountain. In the future, I will work diligently and devote myself to the question."
"Father...Father, did you see it in the Spirit of Heaven? The child finally...finally entered the Jilei Mountain Gate with the help of the talisman you taught me. The child is now considered a shining star. I think back then, the Lu family broke up the engagement because they disliked the child's poor background.
As a result, my father became depressed and became ill, and died young in his prime. Did they ever think that their child would be able to join the ten sects today? Humph! To this day, the Lu family, you regret the stupid decision you made."
"Why not me? Why not me? The old Taoist has practiced hard for nearly a hundred years and asked himself when it comes to setting up a formation. Although he is not very sophisticated, he still has some attainments. When he was just setting up the formation, he was just excited in his heart and there were slight flaws in his rush.
It’s not fair, it’s not fair to brush me off like this!”
"..."
"Bah... So what if you are selected? Which one of you is not a casual cultivator? When you get this opportunity to enter Jilei Mountain, you will change your face and look down on us unlucky people who have been brushed off? What are you doing?
You are a villain who adapts to the wind! Are you still cultivating immortality? All of them have cultivated to the point of dog’s belly.”
One by one, the names were shouted out from the old man's mouth. Immediately, there was a burst of murmurs among the monks. Those who heard their names were all jumping up and down with joy, and they were overjoyed. Those who had not heard of them were naturally dejected and sighed.
Lang Fei's pseudonym is Mo Yunfang. He is the only one who is proficient in alchemy. Naturally, there are no surprises in getting started.
The old man recited the name and called the thirty people to gather on one side. Lang Fei followed the instructions and gathered with the other twenty-nine people, and turned to look at the more than three hundred casual cultivators on the other side.
The purple-bearded old man at the front couldn't help but be startled. His face was full of confusion. He pointed at the goatee that was particularly eye-catching among the other three hundred people and said: "Old Wu Guang, you... you are not an expert in drawing talismans."
What? You...you were kicked off the list?"
Goatee's teeth were itching with hatred, and he burst out with a sentence: "God is playing with me!"
The purple-bearded old man burst out laughing when he heard this, and said with a joking look on his face: "Old Wu Guang, you are the one to blame for this. You cannot blame anyone else. If I follow the old saying, I only give you two words, you deserve it!"
"You...you...old man Zhu Zi." Goatee almost vomited out his last night's meal at the old man's words, and his goldfish eyes wished they could pop out of their sockets.
The Ji Lei Mountain assessment question was originally as simple as playing house to Goatee, but for some reason today, he couldn't get it right after turning over and over again. Earlier, he had calculated the almanac and asked himself whether it was a bad luck.
But as soon as he picked up his pen, he was unlucky for eight generations. From sunrise to sunset, things that used to be easy to do were now extremely embarrassing. If he said that his accomplishments were not enough, then there was another explanation, but... it was clearly...
God deliberately punishes himself. Every time at the last moment, there will always be some negligence, which will lead to failure. In the end, after using up twenty pieces of talisman paper, only one of them failed. How can he not let him do such an unreasonable thing?
Annoyance, how could it not make him feel angry?
At this time, when he heard the sarcastic words of the purple-bearded old man, he looked at the gloating faces of the fellow cultivators opposite him, and then glanced at the smiling eyes of the frustrated cultivators behind him. Goatee's head suddenly became hot, and his heart was unknown.
The fire could not be suppressed, and a black light flashed in the palm of his hand, and he slapped the purple-bearded old man with his palm regardless.