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Chapter 147 Talisman (Subscription Request)

Alchemy class, weapon training class, formation class, exercise class, Qi training class, spirit training class, physical training class, spiritual training class, magic class, physics class, mathematics class, chemistry class, biology class, Chinese class.
Dozens of subjects are taught one after another, and apart from eating and a five-minute break between classes, the rest of the time is spent sleeping.

In addition, there are one practice class each in the morning, noon and evening.

There is no more free time.

Han Xiaoli is so busy that he never stops for a moment.

It seems that the school has already calculated the limits for these students, and no matter how hard or tiring it is, they are always stuck within the limits.

There is an endless supply of meat, fish, vegetables and fruits every day. When you feel tired from training, the formation will immediately start to work to cheer you up.

It's completely pushing the physical limits of these students.

First day of school.

If someone wants to take a leave to skip classes and lies that something has to happen at home, someone will immediately go to the student's relative's house and allow both parties to video chat.

If someone falsely claimed to be sick, a doctor would immediately come to check on him and point out that there was nothing wrong. That person would then have to stand and attend classes for a whole day.

Someone fell on purpose.

A doctor came over, raised his hand and cast a spell. The wound healed immediately and the class continued.

Some have stomachaches, some complain of being tired, and some say they have their period. All excuses are useless.

No matter what, you have to attend class once you are here. No mercy will be shown to anyone who dares to cause trouble.

Kong Ji sat in the principal's office on the top floor, observing every move of everyone in the school.

"The formation still needs to be fine-tuned, but after learning and living on the first day, they should be able to hold on and not be completely dragged down."

He saw some students complaining constantly, but their bodies were not so tired that they could not move. Although they looked very tired, they were still able to hold on.

Even those elderly people in their fifties, sixties and seventies were able to maintain sufficient energy under the stimulation of spiritual energy.

"It's finally the first day of smooth operation. The evening class will end soon."

Kong Ji walked to the window.

After a while, a bell rang in my ears.

It was nine o'clock in the evening and the last class was over.

"Goodbye, teacher."

Han Xiaoli was just about to return to the dormitory and complain to his roommates when he heard a voice in his ears.

"Come to my office."

"teacher?"

This teacher is not that teacher, but Kong Ji.

Han Xiaoli's heart tightened and he looked around for the source of the sound.

"What's going on? I just heard the teacher calling me? Am I exhausted from a day of classes and am I hallucinating?"

"Don't look anymore, I'm upstairs, come straight up."

Kong Ji's voice rang in his ears again.

"It's actually the teacher's voice. The teacher is really powerful." Han Xiaoli immediately understood that Kong Ji must be using a method he didn't know to communicate with him across the air. He was shocked.

"I don't know what the teacher wants to see me about?"

After casually dealing with the classmates around him, Han Xiaoli took the elevator directly to the top floor.

The lights were still on in the attic.

School leaders walk around from time to time.

The offices of those seeking positions as grade directors and above in the law school are all on this floor.

And Kong Ji's office is at the end of the corridor.

Arrived at the office door.

Han Xiaoli was about to knock on the door when his eyes were involuntarily attracted by a piece of white paper stuck on the door.

There are no words on the white paper, just a few lines that look messy but also contain implicit patterns. If you look closely, there seems to be a unique beauty.

"What is this?"

"I actually seemed to see a bomb from the lines?"

"Dazzled?"

Han Xiaoli almost suspected that there was something wrong with his eyes. The lines on the white paper had nothing to do with a bomb, or even a circle. They were just a few random sketches, like a child's doodles.

However, in his eyes, those lines were like a bomb hanging on the paper, and it seemed that it would explode just by a fuse.

"What's going on? Did I see it wrong? Or was it because I was stimulated by the sword energy when I was observing the academy's gate plaque before, causing problems with my eyes?"

"What a weird thing!"

For a moment, Han Xiaoli was a little afraid to knock on the door.

He had a feeling that if he knocked on the door, the bomb might explode and blow him to pieces.

in the room.

Kong Ji stopped writing.

On the table in front of him, there was a piece of yellow paper with red ink made from cinnabar on the edge of the paper.

"Talisman paper and talisman ink. In stories about cultivating immortals, talismans are used to communicate with the elements of heaven and earth, or to communicate with the immortals and gods in the sky, and to borrow divine power to cast spells."

"So when using the talisman, the user will shout something like Taishang Laojun, hurry up and obey the order. In simple terms, it means to negotiate with Laojun and quickly borrow his divine power."

"Because the spell is so powerful, it must be carried on special paper and ink. There are also different requirements for the content drawn on the rune. Depending on the object of communication, the rune drawn is also different."

"I use a similar method. Although I cannot communicate with immortals and gods, I can communicate with the boundless spiritual energy in the world. I can print my own magic abilities on the talisman paper, thus showing all kinds of incredible power."

“This is the spell.”

Kong Ji stared intently.

The cinnabar yellow paper in front of me is actually of no use. It is simply a memory habit in my brain.

If he wanted to use a talisman, the best thing would be to use a spiritual object as the carrier of the talisman; the second best way would be to use the void as paper, magic power as ink, and the mind as a pen to sketch at will; the worst way would be to use any piece of paper, a ballpoint pen, or even a pencil or watercolor pen to draw a talisman.

What it carries is not important.

In the art of talismans, what is important is the power that the person drawing the talisman infuses into it, as well as the brushstrokes needed to communicate the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

The brushwork is the rune.

Kong Ji gained inspiration, practiced magic, and used runes of his own creation to write talismans, achieving the same effect.

"I didn't expect Han Xiaoli to have a talent for talismans."

"I hung the bomb symbol I just drew at the door. Although it doesn't have any real power, with so many people coming and going today, no one noticed anything unusual, but this kid did."

"He is truly gifted, a genius picked out of a billion."

Pushing the cinnabar yellow paper in front of him aside, Kong Ji said, "Come in, don't be afraid, and tear off the bomb talisman as well."

"Bomb charm?"

Han Xiaoli, who was standing at the door hesitating, heard this, suppressed his fear, and carefully took off the talisman.

The white paper was torn off.

The expected explosion did not occur.

Han Xiaoli felt relieved and pushed the door open.

After getting started.

He felt his palm slip, and the white paper that was originally between his fingers floated away and returned to his teacher's hand.

"Close the door and sit down."

Kong Ji held the bomb talisman in his hand, smiled and asked Han Xiaoli to sit down.

"How did you feel about school today? Were you tired?" "Yes."

Han Xiaoli answered truthfully.

After a whole day of classes, he was now mentally exhausted, his head was like a mess, and it seemed like he couldn't learn anything.

But my body can still bear it.

The true energy generated from the tenth set of radio gymnastics is flowing through the body, and the body is still full of energy.

"It's normal to feel tired. Your cultivation is still shallow and your spirit is weak, so you feel mentally exhausted. When your cultivation is improved in the future, a mere ten-hour course will not be a big deal."

"For cultivators like us, it is not uncommon to sit cross-legged in meditation for ten days or half a month at a time."

"There is no sun or moon in the mountains, and the cold lasts forever. This line of poetry is very appropriate to describe us, the new generation of practitioners."

Kong Ji laughed.

To ordinary people, cultivation seems very boring. They just sit there motionless, not eating, and not talking.

However, only the practitioners themselves know best.

The process of spiritual energy being gradually transformed in the body is itself a very wonderful process.

The human body, inside and out, is constantly evolving in this process of cultivation, constantly developing in a better direction. Every cell and every gene is cheering.

This kind of joy is difficult for outsiders to perceive, and only those who practice it can know it.

evolution.

It is always the deepest desire and pursuit engraved in human genes and is much more important than reproduction.

"School has just started, so you feel tired. Once you get used to it, you will be immersed in it and can't extricate yourself."

Kong Ji casually released a stream of magic power and it penetrated into Han Xiaoli's body.

Han Xiaoli immediately felt all the fatigue in his body gone, and his body seemed to have recovered to the state after a long sleep. When he got up, he felt full of energy and vitality.

The surging energy in his body made him want to get up immediately and study for another day and night.

"Thank you, teacher."

Han Xiaoli was about to stand up, bow and express his gratitude.

"Okay." Kong Ji waved his hand and said, "Although you and I are already teacher and student, we are both modern people. Let's not go through all the red tape. Just know it in your heart and maintain respect."

"I called you here today to ask you how you are doing, whether you have any difficulty adapting, and whether there is anything you don't understand in your practice. However, judging from your current appearance, there should be no problem, so don't worry."

"The courses in the Law School were compiled by me and other top scholars. Although the progress may be a little slow, it is definitely comprehensive. As long as you study hard, you will be able to master all kinds of top knowledge in the country on the way of cultivation."

"If you study hard, you will gain many benefits. As for your own cultivation level, don't worry. With your aptitude, once you gain the knowledge, your cultivation level will naturally improve quickly."

Han Xiaoli nodded seriously after hearing this: "I understand."

After a day of learning, although he only took three training classes, he gained much more than if he practiced on his own on weekdays.

I also gained a lot of knowledge, which was a great harvest.

After briefly asking about his second formally accepted student, Kong Ji took out the bomb talisman written on white A4 paper.

"Tell me what you see on this paper?"

Kong Ji asked.

"A bomb, a bomb that seems to have been lit and temporarily held."

Han Xiaoli answered honestly.

Kong Ji heard this and asked again: "Bomb? There are only a few random strokes on this piece of paper. Where did the bomb come from?"

Han Xiaoli didn't know how to answer.

Kong Ji was right. There were just a few sloppy strokes on the paper, but these few strokes gave him the feeling that there really was a powerful bomb sealed on the paper. It seemed that as long as the paper was torn into pieces and the seal was opened, a sea of ​​fire would immediately burst out, causing a horrific explosion.

"I don't know." Han Xiaoli shook his head: "It's just that I have this feeling, as if as long as I tear the paper into pieces, a bomb will be released."

"Then tear it open and see."

Kong Ji handed over the bomb talisman.

Han Xiaoli took the bomb talisman and his heart skipped a beat. He felt like he was holding a hot potato in his hand.

It felt to him as if the bomb was about to explode and the fuse was already half burned.

That strong sense of crisis was very similar to what he once heard from a neighbor brother who had served in the army.

The instructor held a bomb with the fuse removed and everyone played the game of passing the bomb.

It was this feeling of being on the verge of death at any moment that made his heart pound with fear.

"tear!"

"do not be afraid!"

Kong Ji's voice seemed to come from the distant horizon.

Han Xiaoli plucked up his courage, picked up the bomb talisman and tore it apart with force.

In an instant.

With a loud bang, a huge fireball emerged and the violent impact force spread out, trying to blow everything around it to pieces.

Han Xiaoli cried out in his heart, "Oh no!" but he didn't have time to say anything else. The exploding fireball was already in front of him, about to engulf him.

at this time.

"receive."

A laugh rang out.

The expected explosion did not come, and the table in front of him was intact. Han Xiaoli quickly checked himself, then looked at the person opposite him, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Teacher, what happened just now?"

"Is it my imagination?"

"As soon as the white paper was torn, I really felt like a powerful bomb was about to explode, and the flames were on my face."

Han Xiaoli was still frightened and described in detail how he felt at that moment.

"It's not a hallucination."

Kong Ji waved his hand.

"It's not an illusion? Then how?"

Han Xiaoli was just about to ask why he was not injured and where the bomb went when he saw Kong Ji pointing at the water cup in front of him.

In the water cup.

Fill with clean water.

And in the clear water, the torn white paper was floating up and down.

Then the white paper turned into green smoke, and then a violent fireball exploded in the water, and a few small bubbles appeared on the surface of the clear water, just like when he threw firecrackers into the pond to fry fish when he was a child.

Han Xiaoli saw it clearly. The fireball was the same one he saw when he tore open the white paper just now.

"Teacher, what's going on?"

Han Xiaoli was surprised.

Kong Ji smiled and added a wolfberry to the water, which was already at the right temperature and contained rich spiritual energy. He then picked up the teacup, blew on it, and drank it all in one gulp.

"The water boiled with bombs has a unique flavor."

"Bombs boiling water?"

Han Xiaoli was completely confused and had no idea what was going on.

Seeing this, Kong Ji put down his teacup and said with a smile: "My latest research, the bomb talisman!"

"Are you interested in learning?"

(End of this chapter)