One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 292: Observing the Picture and Thinking about Refining Treasures

The 'Sealing the Mountain and Commanding the Gods to Walk' diagram had no one to control it, so it was easily sensed by Zhao Fuyun, and under his control, it appeared from the void in the mountain.

He just stretched out his hand in the void, and a touch of ink-colored gauze light emerged from the earth in the mountains. It seemed a little reluctant, but had to show up under the pull.

Zhao Fuyun's eyes were shining, and he could see the gauze image that seemed to be in nothingness very clearly. The image was merged with the spiritual cave in the mountain, as if countless small roots had grown out in such a short period of time.

"town!"

Zhao Fuyun shouted softly, and the whole mountain became silent. The originally flowing mountain rhythms and wind stopped at this moment. The chirping insects in the mountains, whether on the surface or underground, all froze at this moment.

The light and rhythm flowing on the 'Sealing the Mountain and Performing Arts Map' under Zhao Fuyun's command also became silent and dim in an instant.

"Photography!"

He used his magic power to lift up his hand, as if he was lifting up an invisible sheet draped over the mountains. After being picked up, it quickly shrank and became clearer, falling into Zhao Fuyun's palm.

This was a cool and slightly heavy silk painting. He took it in his hand, unfolded it and saw that it was a painting. He could not understand the content of the painting at first, so he put it away.

Then he took the treasure bag from Bai Zhi's body without looking at what was inside, because there was a glowing object in the ditch. He took it and found it was a handkerchief with layers of clouds embroidered on it. It was a cloud pattern, which made him look at it a few more times.

Because this is what he is good at now, the many cloud patterns on the mountain wall are overlapping and connected together, forming a magical ban, which makes him have a very high vision in this aspect.

Looking at the handkerchief in front of him, he felt that the refining technique was worth learning, but the restriction formed by the cloud pattern was just average. After only a few glances, he could see the magical meaning of the restriction.

Concealment, five elements, flying, controlling the wind, size as desired, turning into mist.

This is what Zhao Fuyun saw at a glance. As for what else was mixed in it, he needed to read it carefully.

This is an auxiliary magic weapon, and Zhao Fuyun put it away.

But he still stretched out his hand and made a claw, grabbing Bai Zhi's body. A green-yellow light from the corpse fell on his hand.

This was a green-yellow whip. When he felt it carefully, he felt that there was a mysterious power in the whip that could drive away mountains and dirt.

There are three words on the handle of the semi-soft whip - Mountain-Ganning Whip.

They were all good stuff, so he put them away, then came to Ma Jiu and took off his treasure bag. On his body was a half-body silver armor. He thought about it and decided to take it off. Anyway, his body had been burned to ashes, so it would be fine to give the armor away.

He does not have any natal magic weapon of his own making, and not every Purple Mansion cultivator can make one. Or maybe the armor on his body is his natal magic weapon, and he can use it as an object of observation when refining his own magic robes.

I found Bai Wuhen again. This Bai Wuhen was even poorer. He only had a decent sword in his hand. I took off the treasure bag and went back to look again.

He would grab the treasure bags of the foundation-building monks that he saw, but he would not see any of them if they had escaped far away. After all, it would not look good to search the mountains for corpses and treasure bags, as there were people in the camp watching them.

He returned to the cave and just glanced at the magic weapons and instruments casually before putting them aside. He focused on reading some Taoist books and cultivation notes that he had taken out of their treasure bags.

Among them, he obtained some spirit stones and some scattered precious materials from Bai Wuhen's treasure bag. They were not very precious, but there were several books on sword cultivation. One was about sword refining, one was his own sword practice notes, and the other was a sword technique called "Kaishan".

Zhao Fuyun wondered if it was because he learned this sword technique and then felt the meaning of the magic on his Demon-Suppressing Wall, so he wanted to use it to hone and demonstrate his sword technique. However, since he wanted to do it, why bother saying so much? In the end, he still couldn't accept the consequences of failure.

He read through the sword technique and savored it carefully, and felt that it was quite good. If the sword technique was practiced to the highest level, it would be extremely powerful. However, during the confrontation, Zhao Fuyun did not have a very clear feeling.

Then he opened the other party's sword practice notes. Perhaps he had a family background, so he had this requirement and wrote down his practice experience in a book for future generations to see.

Put down this ordinary practice notebook.

Then pick up the secret book on sword-making.

This secret book on sword-making tells you how to make swords.

There is also information about sword-making in Tiandu Mountain. He had not paid attention to it before because he did not want to make a sword. This is a secret book on sword-making that talks about how to use the sharp teeth and bones of some monsters to make swords.

He read it once and found it interesting, but just put it aside.

When he first started practicing, he thought about riding the wind and wielding a sword between heaven and earth, but now he has let it go. It is a good thing to have many skills, but a person's energy is limited. He feels that the Dharma in his body is enough for him to comprehend and practice.

He picked up the booklets in Ma Jiu's treasure bag again, one of which was also a note recording his own practice. He couldn't help but wonder if he should also write one, in case he founded a sect in the future?

But this thought was just a passing thought. After all, he had no idea where the world would go. Founding a sect was too far-fetched. He should first think about how to settle down and make a living.

However, there was a book titled "Magu's Method of Weaving Talismans" which did strike him as somewhat interesting. It was a practice that combined the skill of making robes with that of making talismans. Although it would make people lose the mysterious inspiration of comprehending the heaven and earth when making talismans, it was also more stable.

He read it through, and then looked at the notes on making robes in another booklet. He actually gained a lot from it and had a feasible plan for the robes he was going to make.

Finally, there were the things in Bai Zhi’s treasure bag. There were no books or practice notes, but the most precious thing was the painting.

The painting is as thin as a veil, but it feels heavy when you hold it in your hand.

He looked at the painting carefully.

It was discovered that the runes painted above were also dominated by cloud patterns, with the spells in the middle. Although few in number, they complemented the cloud patterns.

Those cloud patterns formed a huge legal ban to seal off the mountain and forbid the land. Some clusters of them looked like flowers, dyed with colors, like flower bushes. Some leaves were actually just dyed leaves. If you eliminate those interferences, you will find that they are actually cloud patterns.

Of course, there are also spells mixed in.

The words "sealing the mountain and commanding the gods to walk through the acupoints" embroidered on it are the spell, especially the words "sealing" and "conferring".

He looked more closely and saw that there was actually another person in the painting, a hidden person. Looking at the four corners and the lines in the middle, after eliminating some interference, he could see a sleeping person in the mountains, and everything outside was just growing on this person's body.

It seems that as long as the things on this person are removed, this person will wake up.

He understood that when this magic weapon was used, the spiritual energy in the mountain was sealed and then drawn into the magic weapon. Then, through the decree, the "god" in the magic weapon could wake up, and after waking up, he could become a "mountain god". It was indeed a good thing.

Zhao Fuyun felt a little more excited. He felt that this thing could be called a spiritual treasure instead of just a magic weapon.

However, whether it is a magic weapon or a spiritual treasure, it is best if it is compatible with one's own practice.

For example, the Red Flame Divine Lamp in his hand was made by himself and was suitable for his own practice. All his spells could be cast through this lamp, and the power of the spells cast through this lamp was doubled.

He suddenly wondered if he could also refine a magic weapon similar to this one.

He experienced the feeling of being in the Taoist temple. Being within this wall of Dharma, he felt that he had the confidence to compete with the Jindan monks.

What he thought in his mind was that it would be best if he could carry this piece of Dharma Wall with him.

Now there is another picture like this here for him to observe, and this Demon-Suppressing Wall has been put into practice once, so he feels that it is very feasible.

I feel so excited and itchy.

There is a saying that goes, if you have the heart to do something, just do it and keep adjusting in the process, because nothing can be fully prepared.

Everyone thinks too much and does too little. As they think, they will think of difficulties, and when they think of difficulties, they will think of consequences. So before they can taste the fruits of success, they first taste the consequences of failure in their hearts, and then they give up.

Zhao Fuyun reached out and touched the material of the picture. He couldn't tell it for a moment, so he called Yu Huaian.

Zhao Fuyun has not come out since he returned to the cave. The people in the camp have found some things of foundation-building cultivators all over the mountains, especially Fang Xiaoshan, who fished out the body of Taoist Jingyuan from the lake.

Of course, no one could confirm what he said, that Taoist Jingyuan was still struggling and was killed by his sword, but the other party said so, and Zhao Fuyun had not come out since entering the cave, so he just let it go.

What's more, he shared the secret books of cultivation he got with everyone, and no one else said anything. And no one tried to snatch the sword he obtained from him.

Yu Huaian also brought a bag of insects, as well as the treasure bags of Junior Brother Ying Huazhuo and his junior brother.

Zhao Fuyun just asked him to put it there, and then let him see what material the 'Sealing the Mountain and Commanding the Gods to Walk Through the Acupoints Map' was made of.

After Yu Huaian felt around, he was still unsure, so he said that he could go to Yinghan to ask someone, maybe someone would know.

So, not long after, Yu Huaian brought back a female cultivator. This female cultivator could not be said to be beautiful, but she had the temperament of a lady. However, she looked a little haggard now, and she was wearing a colorful dress, which was a set of cassock.

After she bowed to Zhao Fuyun, Zhao Fuyun didn't say much and let her look at the picture.

The other party looked at it again and again, and even reached out to touch it, and said: "Although I have a guess in my heart, I am not sure. However, my senior sister should be able to know."

"Oh, then I wonder if I could invite your senior sister to come and have a look. I would definitely thank you politely." Zhao Fuyun said.

The woman glanced at Yu Huaian, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

When Zhao Fuyun looked over, Yu Huaian bowed and said, "Master Zhao, this girl came to the camp yesterday and is not a permanent resident. She came here to ask for help to save someone, but everyone is not related to her, so she said that she is good at making robes. If you can help her save people, she is willing to make a robe for everyone."

"It's just that her sister was trapped in Yunmeng Valley, more than a hundred miles away, and we couldn't tell whether what she said was true or not, so no one agreed."

What Yu Huaian said was of course what everyone was thinking. In this area, people often tricked people into unfamiliar places and then hunted them.

No one knows her, and no one believes the identity she claims.

Moreover, Zhao Fuyun had just had a fight with the Bai family of Qianshan Kingdom, so when she asked about Zhao Fuyun's name and origins in the cave, everyone was cautious and didn't tell her.

Zhao Fuyun looked at the colorful clothes on the other person. Although she looked a little depressed, the robes she wore were quite gorgeous. He couldn't help but feel moved and asked, "You are good at refining robes. You must have a history. I wonder where you practiced?"

"I am Chen Wenmei from Mount Li." The woman saluted.

"From Mount Li?" Zhao Fuyun raised his eyebrows. Looking at Zhao Fuyun's expression, Yu Huaian knew that Zhao Fuyun had some connection with Mount Li that he didn't know about.

"Yes." After hearing Zhao Fuyun's rhetorical tone, Chen Wenmei felt expectant. After all, Lishan was a big sect. Although it was not very good at fighting with others, it had few enemies. She hoped to meet someone who was on good terms with Lishan.

Moreover, judging from the attitude of the people in the camp towards Zhao Fuyun, she felt that the person in front of her must be very powerful.

What's more, this towering Dharma wall shows that the cultivator in front of it is extraordinary.

"Which peak of Mount Li are you from?" Zhao Fuyun asked.

Chen Wenmei's heart was surging like a spring, suppressing the surprise in her heart, because she knew that every day her senior sister stayed in Yunmeng Valley would be a day more dangerous.

The monk in front of me would ask this question, which might have something to do with Mount Li.

"I am a disciple of Han Xiufeng from Mount Li." Chen Wenmei answered quickly, looking at Zhao Fuyun expectantly.

Zhao Fuyun couldn't help but look at her again and said, "Text generation, do you know Ge Wenyun?"

"That is my senior sister. She is trapped in Yunmeng Valley right now." Chen Wenmei said excitedly and quickly.

"Oh, haven't you guys in Mount Li always been practicing in seclusion in the mountains and rarely travel around the world? How did you come to the border between black and white?" Zhao Fuyun asked with some confusion.

As he looked at this woman, the gentle and beautiful image of a female cultivator appeared in his mind.

He still remembered that when he left Mount Li, the female cultivator accompanied him on many journeys.

She was a woman with eyes full of spring, her emotions were full and abundant but not hot, like the fragrance of flowers.

It's been so many years since we last met, it feels like a lifetime ago.

(End of this chapter)