Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 125: All the assets of Liang's descendants were taken away

The king of techniques: Qi Men Dun Jia.

The dragon carries the picture and comes out of Luoshui, and the colorful phoenix holds the book in the blue clouds.

He ordered Feng Hou to elaborate it into a text, and the Dunjia Qimen began from then on.

The origin of Qimen Dunjia can be traced back to roughly five thousand years ago, when Chiyou was in chaos and Huangdi failed in repeated battles. The Queen Mother of the West taught the art of Qimen Dunjia to Huangdi Xuanyuan to help him destroy Chiyou. When it was first created, there were 4320 games in Qimen Dunjia, which was improved to 1080 games by Fenghou.

Wuhou Qimen is not as unreasonable as Fenghou Qimen, one of the eight great skills, but it is mysterious enough.

Yan Huan couldn't deduce a rough idea by practicing alone, but fortunately after defeating Zhuge Qing, he somehow became familiar with the stupid trio.

These three people are less talented than Zhuge Qing, but they are also extremely intelligent and have some specialized talents.

For example, Da Meng is good at the human plate and eight gates technique in the Wu Hou Qimen magic. In terms of human plate alone, he is stronger than Zhuge Qing. Zhuge Guan and Zhuge Sheng are better than Zhuge Qing in the land plate and god plate magic respectively.

Although the three of them said that they should not rush to tell others about what was going on inside the sect, when Yan Huan was trying to figure it out to no avail, they would still hint at it.

Especially Zhuge Meng, as long as she is fed with appropriate amounts of delicious food and snacks, she will unconsciously reveal too much of the secrets of her strange magic.

Before he knew it, another week had passed and Yan Huan had almost figured out the general idea of ​​Qimen magic.

But to fully master it, it would take at least four to five years, and at most seven to eight years. Yan Huan really doesn't have that much time to waste.

At this moment, he thought of Sima Yi who was imprisoned in the military tent with the soul-summoning banner.

Sima Yi was born into a noble family and copied the fate of a great wizard. He was not a sorcerer, but he could ignite Samadhi. Perhaps we could find a breakthrough from him.

That night, Yan Huan's soul entered the spirit flag and came to the military tent.

The iron chains jingled and Sima Yi wrote something quickly, but no one knew what he was writing.

When Yan Huan got closer, he saw messy graffiti all over the hemp paper.

"What are you doing?"

Sima Yi raised his head, as if he had seen his savior.

"Oh Shui Jing, you're finally here. This damn place is suffocating me to death."

"I can't stop writing. If I stop, the ghost inside will spit out fire. So when I have nothing to do, I can only paint to kill time."

"Yes, I have sorted out two copies of what you want. Don't think you can get everything in one go."

Yan Huan took the stack of papers from Sima Yi.

"that's it?"

In ten days, we only finished two sets of exercises. Even the donkeys in the production team don’t have time to rest like that!
When Sima Yi saw Yan Huan's impatient look, he started to complain.

"You still think this is not enough. Don't you think it's easy for me? My special skill is [Copy], not dissection and analysis. I can only make up for the skills based on my experience in using the skills."

"I'm telling you this in advance. If you go crazy later, you can't blame me."

Yan Huan took a few glances and found that the magic spells on the top stack came from Lu Bu.

Manage vibration.

"It's actually strength. To put it bluntly, vibration is a kind of strength, but the frequency is a little more intensive." Sima Yi shrugged. "It is said that two fists are no match for four hands. If he could not manipulate strength through various media, how could he have the chance to suppress Liu, Guan, and Zhang."

Yan Huan nodded thoughtfully.

By transferring the Qi into the palms and internalizing it into various media, one can manipulate the strength at will. The media includes air, so this technique has great freedom when used.

The shape of the spell energy can be changed. When attacking, it can be unexpected. When defending, it can be transformed into a force-releasing method like Tai Chi power, which changes the fluctuation frequency of the energy output, greatly enhancing the destructive power and easily breaking armor.

"It sounds a bit like a high-end version of the Lu family's Ruyi Jin."

"No problem, it's from the Lu family." Sima Yi slumped lazily aside.

"Stop talking nonsense." Yan Huan carefully put away the paper and put it in his arms, then he remembered the purpose of this trip.

"You don't have the basic skills of Wu Hou Qi Men, so how did you ignite the True Fire Samadhi?"

Sima lay on his side on the straw mat, holding his chin with one hand, posing in a very coquettish posture, "The sorcerer is the most reasonable, he will build the foundation step by step, understand the changes in the world, and master himself."

"Qimen magic is a means of understanding change. It can better reduce the risks when mobilizing the three treasures. You say it is a necessity, but it is not. You say it is not a necessary prerequisite, but those without foundations who try to light up the three treasures often backfire and die suddenly."

"This is where we sorcerers are unreasonable. We don't need to truly understand the changes. We just need to adapt to the changes themselves. True fire uses the Three Treasures as fuel, and servitude of the spirit also requires the use of the Three Treasures."

"In terms of the resilience of our spirit, our own practice is not inferior to the foundation they have laid with their strange magic."

Although the soul is tough, the slightest mistake can still result in loss of life.

In addition to the different risks involved, without the support of strange magic and physical strength, the level of true fire that can be mobilized is also vastly different.

There is no shortcut to spiritual practice, and if you have false thoughts you will naturally have to pay a price.

Yan Huan pondered for a moment and spread out the papers on the desk, "Take one night to write down your method of mobilizing the three treasures without using strange magic." "Don't worry!" Sima Yi immediately got up and sat up.

"I'm really boring~ Shui Jing~"

clap clap clap!
Sima Yi patted the straw mat and waved repeatedly.

"Talk to me all night long today, and I will teach you well."

The more outsiders know about what Zhuge Cunfu's descendants are longing for, the better.

It would be funniest if everyone in the world knew how to do it, but only the idiots from the countryside couldn't learn it!
Yan Huan reluctantly sat down beside the straw mat.

"Where's the wine? Bring out the wine. You have a great spirit. Bring out a glass of muddy wine to Qingfeng, and the beauty of Moonlight!"

Whoosh!

There was a roar from inside the Kong Ming statue, and a ball of evil fire roared for a moment.

"That's okay."

Sima Yi suddenly sat up straight and explained in a serious manner, "You need to mobilize the Qi, starting from the Niwan in the upper Dantian, lighting up the spirit of the upper Dantian, then passing through the Qi of the middle Dantian, awakening the fire of the kidney, and finally gathering it in the essence of the lower Dantian..."

On the contrary!

"What rebellion?" Sima Yi asked puzzledly.

"It's the opposite order of lighting up when Zhuge Qing was walking and practicing Qi."

Yan Huan narrowed his eyes, guessing that Sima Yi had bad intentions, but the malicious fluctuations in the spiritual flag did not escape his keen eyes. The unusual calmness in the sky at this moment just proved that Sima Yi had no bad intentions.

"The opposite?" Sima Yi pondered, "That doesn't make sense. When I met the villager, he used it in the same way. There is no problem copying it."

The Wuhou Sect has been passed down for thousands of years, and countless people have ignited the true fire. The practice method left by the Zhuge family is correct.

Sima Yi did not lie, what he copied was indeed True Fire Samadhi.

If there is no problem on both sides, then the only possibility is that some drastic change has occurred in the middle.

"Is there a certain point that caused Zhuge Wuhou's method of lighting up the three treasures to change?"

Recalling what happened in the past few days, Yan Huan suddenly remembered a topic that he could never avoid next to "True Fire Samadhi" - state of mind.

The mood has changed.

Sima Yi faced off against Zhuge Liang after entering the turbulent world.

The secret treasure of the true fire that was left behind was probably written long before the grand occasion.

"The state of mind, the state of mind is correct."

"If the True Fire Samadhi really requires letting go of obsessions before it can be ignited, then among those with deep obsessions, who can compare to Zhuge Wuhou after he came out of the mountains?"

That which arises from "God" and falls into the heart is called the fire of obsession.

Those who leave their hearts and fall into the spirit are free from the fire of desire.

"All right, all right." Yan Huan stood up and said to Sima Yi, "Come on, continue. Today I will take a risk, ignite a fire of obsession, and ignite a fire of life."

After chatting with Sima Yi until midnight, Yan Huan escaped from the soul-calling banner.

It is late at night and the small courtyard is quiet and silent. It is the time to practice.

Yan Huan sat cross-legged on the bed and called out Qingming and Bifang together.

"Sister, it's still the same as before. I'll leave it to you to protect the law."

"It is impossible for me to light the three treasures in one go. The loss of life in the process will be made up by you, Bifang."

"Teng Snake, protect my soul as much as possible to minimize the backlash."

Everything is ready, all we need to do is move forward.

Yan Huan guarded the spiritual platform tightly, allowing the spirit to return to consciousness.

The jade under the pillow glowed, and the pure and clear deep blue starry sky unfolded around it.

After opening his eyes, Yan Huan looked around in confusion. This was not the spiritual flag space, nor was it a concrete place where the mind was immersed. Instead, it seemed like a sorcerer's inner world.

Not far away, under the bright starlight, a sorcerer in red robes sat cross-legged with his palms spread out.

Wisps of white smoke rose up and landed behind the blurry figure. A golden pupil opened, shrank into a vertical thin line, and slowly rotated, filled with an indescribable murderous aura.

"You want the magic, you want the spirit beast. Mr. Shui Jing, you are almost emptying the family fortune of Liang's descendants."

(End of this chapter)