My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

If she had practiced the art of ancient witchcraft from the beginning and spent more time, she might have been able to get started, but now that she had reached the ninth level of the Emperor's Saint, her understanding of the way of heaven and earth was almost ingrained, and she had to learn it from scratch. How can the way of heaven and earth, which is completely unfamiliar and even difficult to describe, be so easy?

It seems that I thought the ancient witchcraft was a little too simple. Gu Fenghua shook his head, put down the ancient book, and looked at the mural again.

The next moment, she saw her eyes widen suddenly, her eyes filled with disbelief.

The scenery on the mural is moving!

In the canyons and mountains, the waterfall is like a white gauze slipping from the fingertips and floating down gently. The green forest sea is as continuous as the undulating waves. The originally motionless mural suddenly became more alive, so vivid.

An illusion must be an illusion. Gu Fenghua rubbed his eyes.

However, the flowing waterfalls and the undulating sea of ​​clouds in front of you are so real, as if the Wuji Holy Heaven tens of thousands of years ago are truly reappearing in front of you.

This, is this the way of heaven and earth that ancient witchcraft requires to be understood? Did I understand the ancient witchcraft so quickly?

Although Gu Fenghua had never doubted her own talent and understanding, what she saw before her still surprised her.

Song Yuan's qualifications were by no means bad, but it took him a full year to barely comprehend the ancient witchcraft. Even the ancient wizard she mentioned took three days.

As for me, from the time Song Yuan took out those ancient witchcraft secrets to now, it has only been an hour at most, but he has actually understood the ancient witchcraft?

Although he has always been regarded as an incredible talent, and even regarded as a great monster in the world of holy cultivators, Gu Fenghua himself found such speed unbelievable.

No, that's not right, it's not a question of talent. Gu Fenghua suddenly noticed that there was a strange aura in the mural, and the same aura emerged from his own body. The two were not exactly the same, but they were so harmonious, as if the piano and the harp were singing together. Play the most beautiful music in the world.

Of course Gu Fenghua didn't know what the aura in the mural was, but as for himself, when did he have such aura?

Looking inside, she quickly found the answer: this aura did not come from herself, but from the demon pet space, from the little cheap flower.

In the hazy mist, colorful electric lights flash alternately, as if invisible fingers are plucking the strings, and there is a mysterious rhythm between the light patterns. This rhythm connected her body and mind with the mural.

What's going on? Could it be that the origin of the little cheap flower is related to the ancient witch clan?

The origin of the little cheap flower has always been a mystery. Even the emperor can't figure out what kind of monster plant it is. Although this had no impact on Gu Fenghua or Xiao Jianhua herself, she was certainly equally curious about its origins.

But at this time, she didn't think much about it, because soon, as the aura fluctuated, her mind was involuntarily immersed in it...

"What's wrong with Fenghua?" Luo Enen stretched and was about to stand up when she suddenly noticed that Gu Fenghua's eyes were slightly focused on the mural. His eyes were as calm and deep as a thousand-year-old pool. He had obviously entered the emptiness. So he asked doubtfully.

"Could it be that he has comprehended the ancient witchcraft?" Ye Wuse guessed.

"How is this possible?" Song Yu'an exclaimed.