Celestial being

"Oh, I studied painting and calligraphy when I was young. At that time, I followed my master's teachings and had requirements for controlling the pen, so I was accustomed to it." Yuan Ming found a reason and explained.

Fortunately, Amuka didn't care too much about this. He nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

But at this moment, a puff of green smoke suddenly appeared on the white paper that Yuan Ming had just drawn the flame pattern on, and it actually started to burn on its own.

Yuan Ming didn't know what was going on. He was afraid of igniting the white paper next to him, so he subconsciously reached out to pat it.

Amuka on the side stopped him with a surprised look on his face, and then without caring about the burning flames, he reached out and picked up the white paper, holding it in front of his eyes to look at it carefully.

When all the runes were burned out, he threw the flaming paper into the bucket under the table.

The flames extinguished immediately, leaving black ashes floating in the water.

Seeing this, Yuan Ming guessed that the burning was caused by his failure to draw the talisman for the first time, and then he understood why the bucket was placed here.

Thinking about it, he felt a little strange, why didn't Elder Kuroki mention it in his notebook?

But then I thought about it, that handbook was a record of the runes he collected and his drawing experience, not a teaching material for novices, so maybe it was normal that he didn't mention it.

"Genius, you are really a genius..." Amuhe grabbed Yuan Ming's shoulders and said in surprise.

"What on earth is going on? Is it because I failed to draw the talisman?" Yuan Ming quickly broke away and asked.

"This is your first time trying to draw a talisman. It's normal to fail, but you were able to get angry the first time. Although your reaction was a little slow, it was already a genius move." Amuka couldn't help but shout with joy.

"May I ask, senior brother, what is deqi?" Yuan Ming's face didn't change much, but he just asked with some confusion.

"The so-called deqi means that the drawn runes have the initial ability to communicate with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. This is the key to the success of the drawn runes. The better the runes are drawn, the faster the deqi will be gained." Amuhe explained.

After hearing his explanation, Yuan Ming understood.

This is like the seated meditation when he was studying "Mingyue Jue", which is the basis for getting started.

It's just that compared to observing the sea meridians and Dantian within the Ming Yue Jue, it was much faster for him to learn to draw talismans.

"It can be seen that you are very talented at least in drawing talismans." Amuka said with a smile.

"It's all senior brothers who have taught me well." Yuan Ming felt happy when he heard this.

"Okay, I'll teach you these today. You can take this talisman book back with you, copy it and practice it from time to time. Come to me again after you have learned everything." After hearing this, the smile on Amuhe's face became thicker.

"Thank you, senior brother." Yuan Ming thanked him.

"The pens, inks, paper and inkstones needed for practice can be purchased at Qingfu Hall. Remember, just use ordinary ink for the time being. Do not buy talisman ink." Amuhe warned.

"What will happen if you use Fu Mo during practice?" Yuan Ming asked.

"Of course it's better, but the premise is that you have money! No matter how good you are at drawing talisman with ordinary ink, it won't make you angry, but it's almost enough for beginners. The talisman ink I just used for you is It is a special ink mixed with cinnabar and some special ore powder. In the future, you will use this kind of ink when you actually draw the talisman. The price difference between the two is huge. Don't use talisman ink during practice. It is too wasteful." Amu He waved his hands and said.

When Yuan Ming heard this, he was secretly speechless.

He asked all the questions he needed to ask today, so he didn't stay here any longer. After bidding farewell to Amuka, he left with the amulet in his arms.

After coming out of Qilu, Yuan Ming turned around and headed straight for Qingfu Hall.

Ever since he stepped into the sect, he had only heard of Qingfu Hall by its name and never seen its true appearance. He only knew that it was the sect's hall that specialized in business affairs.

It is said that the magic artifacts, spiritual materials and elixirs produced by the sect, the spiritual beasts raised, and even the beast slaves sold are all traded through Qingfu Hall.

Disciples and elders and deacons can also buy things in Qingfu Hall, and they only need to pay the contribution value.

After buying the things Amu Heti needed to draw the runes, Yuan Ming went directly back to his residence to practice.

…

Time flies, and half a month has passed.

At night, the bright moon hangs high.

Yuan Ming sat cross-legged in the house, with the moonlight outside the window shining on him.

It has been a long time since he came to Biluo Cave. After breaking away from the life of a furry beast slave, sleeping in the open air and drinking blood, Yuan Ming's body shape and appearance have undergone some subtle changes.

His skin became white again, and under the moonlight, it was shrouded in a hazy white light, which actually looked a little unreal.

At this moment, the silver cat, who rarely appeared in front of Yuan Ming, was squatting on the desk in front of his window.

The reason why the silver cat appears here is because after this period of training and guidance, Yuan Ming's "Mingyue Jue" practice has progressed very quickly, and it has reached the point where the first level is about to be completed.

Of course, this rapid progress is compared to what Yuan Ming had before. In Yinmao's eyes, his talent was still dull.

Yuan Ming closed his eyes tightly, holding the incense burner in his arms, and there was a faint light flashing between his eyebrows.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, the power of the originally scattered soul was gradually condensing, and a bit of light slowly merged, finally condensing into a ball of white light that rose up like a full moon in the sky.

This full moon rises high in Yuan Ming's sea of ​​consciousness, and the light it emits instantly radiates around, illuminating his sea of ​​consciousness.

The red mist that was originally suppressed to the edge by the power of divine consciousness melted like snow under the bright white light, and was completely dissolved in an instant.

Yuan Ming's eyes suddenly opened, and he felt that the originally dark room became a little brighter, and the furnishings in the room became a little clearer.

At the same time, his spiritual platform was as clear as ever, and he felt refreshed and extremely comfortable.

The sound of insects outside the window, the whistling of tree shadows, and even the sound of other doors closing in the distance were all transmitted to his ears very clearly. He could even hear farther if he concentrated for a moment.

In addition to the changes in his eyesight and hearing, Yuan Ming's sense of smell has also become much more sensitive. He can smell the aroma of rosin from the ancient pine trees outside the window, the smell of grass on the ground, and the smell of charcoal fire in the firehouse.

Obviously, the perfection of the first level of the "Ming Yue Jue" technique not only benefited his soul, but also greatly increased his perception.

But while Yuan Ming looked excited, he also felt a little confused. The silver cat was clearly sitting on the table not far in front of him, but he could only see the silver cat, but could not hear its breathing or sniffing. No smell of it.

This feeling is as if this silver cat does not really exist.

"But the first level of skill is perfect, is it worth being so happy?" Silver Cat's voice sounded in Yuan Ming's mind, ethereal and cold.

"Without your guidance, I'm afraid I might not be able to do it even if I give it half a year." Yuan Ming put away his smile and said.

"Still somewhat self-aware." Silver Cat's voice softened a little.

"Why can't I feel your presence even though my five senses have been enhanced... I mean if I close my eyes and don't look at it." Yuan Ming hesitated for a moment and then asked hesitantly.

"This is the soul cultivator's secret breath-containing technique. You can't practice it for the time being." Silver Cat said, and an invisible aura loosened from his body.

Yuan Ming could immediately hear its breathing and heartbeat, and smell its scent in his nose.

He didn't pay much attention to it before, but this time he realized that the smell was very good. It didn't look like something from an animal at all. Instead, it was somewhat similar to the scent of orchid, but Yuan Ming couldn't tell what it was exactly.

At this time, he suddenly thought that when the silver cat followed him before, he had felt its presence several times. It seemed that the silver cat was not careless, but probably intentional.

Although he can hide perfectly, he wants to reveal his whereabouts, but he doesn't want to be too obvious. Do you want him to find out, or don't you want him to find out?

This silver cat's character seems...a bit arrogant?

"Now that the first level has been completed, you can try to separate the soul from the body." At this time, Silver Cat's voice sounded in his sea of ​​consciousness again.

"The technique does not talk about the level of perfection, but the stage of stabilizing the sea of ​​consciousness. Wouldn't it be too risky to leave the body now?" Yuan Ming hesitated after hearing this.

"Are you questioning me?" Silver Cat glanced sideways at him, his voice suddenly cold.

"Okay, you have the final say." Yuan Ming cursed secretly in his heart.

After that, he put away the incense burner, closed his eyes, pinched the magic formula with both hands, and suddenly shouted:

"rise!"

In an instant, the dark wind in the room became several times stronger, causing the surrounding airflow to undulate slightly, turning into a whirlwind that spread around him.

A transparent humanoid shadow suddenly flew out from above Yuan Ming's head and suspended in mid-air. It was his soul.

"Is this the feeling of being out of the body? Why does it feel a bit familiar?" Yuan Ming glanced at the motionless body below, then looked at the illusory hands, and murmured.

The feeling of the soul is completely different from that of the physical body. His eyes can easily see through the darkness, which is almost the same as day. His ears can also hear sounds, but his sense of touch and smell have been completely lost.

He pressed his hands down, as if stimulating the airflow, and his soul floated upwards.

He didn't stop until his head hit the roof. Instead, he rushed out of the roof and came outside.

Yuan Ming's soul had an illusory figure, half of his body was sticking out of the roof, and half of his body was still inside the house. It felt extremely strange.

His eyes swept into the distance, and his vision was not affected by the darkness. He could still see a little firelight at the firehouse behind him.

In the yard ahead, many people were still awake, and silhouettes could be seen on the windows in the light of the lights.

Yuan Ming had a thought in his mind and wanted to fly to the front yard to have a look, but just as his body flew out of the roof, a gust of night wind hit him and immediately blew him to and fro, and he drifted backwards involuntarily.

Just after flying four to five feet away, Yuan Ming suddenly felt a biting coldness, which made him panic.

This feeling of coldness is not the kind of external cold felt by the body, hair and skin, but a chill that comes from deep within the soul, with a strong sense of fear.