There was a large lake by the Yanming Mountain in the south of Chang 'an. It had just been dredged in the early autumn of the 14th year of Tianqi era. The mortar in the stone embankment along the lake still had a fresh smell. In the deep winter, the lake water had already frozen. The turbid air in the air seemed to have turned into dust on the ice, making it look exceptionally fresh.
Ning Que had heard about this lake from Eldest Brother a few days ago, so he came here after leaving alone with an umbrella.
He sat in the snow for a long time. He did not see Eldest Brother's figure, but he saw the fishermen who broke through the ice net that Eldest Brother had mentioned. He looked at the nooses that creaked as they turned, and the horses that were panting on the ice as they tried their best to turn the nooses, dragging the huge fish net under the ice. He was silent, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Guan Hai, the last disciple of the Elder of Lanke Temple, was the first direct challenge he had encountered after entering the human realm on behalf of the Academy. If he retreated today, it would definitely have a very serious impact on his state of mind in cultivation in the future. If he did not dare to accept the challenge, then how could he challenge Xia Hou in the future as Eldest Brother had said?
The reason why he had struggled and hesitated for such a long time was that he had joined the Devil. He was very worried that he would not be able to control himself in the fierce battle and expose the fact that he had joined the Devil.
Even if he could forcibly control himself, the Great Spirit that Youngest Uncle had inherited was his most powerful strength. He could not use the Primordial Thirteen Arrows in a battle to prove the state of cultivation. If he could not use these two most powerful weapons, how could he defeat a cultivation powerhouse like Guan Hai?
Without the Great Spirit and the Primordial Thirteen Arrows, Ning Que was still a cultivation loser who had only opened ten acupoints in the Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow. His Psyche Power controlled the flying sword as if he was crawling. Besides Sangsang, he had not found his Natal Item. In Chen Pipi's words, even if he entered the Knowing Destiny State in this state, it would still be meaningless.
Ning Que sat in the snow by the lake and looked at the grass in front of him. He suddenly thought of the talisman that covered the sky in the garden of Tuyang City and the military counselor Gu Xi who had cast countless talismans in an instant.
He stretched out his right hand and flicked his cotton sleeve lightly. A piece of light yellow talisman paper fell on the surface of the ice. With a sizzling sound, it turned into an extremely weak flame. Then, it instantly dimmed and was easily extinguished by the layer of ice on the surface of the lake.
Although Master Yan Se was sure that he was the most potential successor of the Divine Talisman Master, the potential was not equal to the strength. Talisman Taoism was originally a relatively difficult and dangerous way of cultivation. How could it be possible to achieve it quickly?
Ning Que looked at the busy fishermen and horses on the lake in silence.
He had once practiced flying swordsmanship by the Mirror Lake of the Academy. He had once broken through the realm and entered the Seethrough State by the Bright Lake of the Devil's Doctrine. However, he had sat by the nameless lake at the foot of the Yanming Mountain for a long time today, yet he had gained nothing.
Time passed slowly but surely. The snow had long stopped, and the clouds above Chang 'an had all dispersed. The sun was gradually setting, and the red twilight shone on the pure white ice, as if the whole lake was about to be ignited.
Looking at this breathtakingly beautiful scenery, Ning Que's heart was slightly moved.
He remembered that his master had once told him that when writing talismans, one should keep the shape and forget the meaning, but when casting talismans, one should concentrate the Qi in one's heart. He had a deep understanding of the meaning of keeping the shape and forgetting the meaning when he was reading books on the second floor of the old library. Then, how should he explain the four words "intentional but unintentional"? If the word "intentional" referred to the Psyche Power, then what did the Qi refer to?
Of course, it was the Qi of Heaven and Earth.
The so-called casting talismans was to use the Psyche Power to activate the meaning of the talisman characters on the paper, and then use the natural aura contained in the talisman characters to influence the surrounding Qi of Heaven and Earth. If the talisman characters were strong enough, then the influence would appear in an unimaginable way, such as burning, being still, reversing the flow of mountains and rivers, and even turning the world upside down …
To reverse the flow of mountains and rivers and turn the world upside down, that was an amazing talisman that could only be written by a sage who was countless states higher than the Divine Talisman Master. Ning Que was now infinitely far away from that state, and the talisman characters he wrote now were too weak. They could only mobilize a very small amount of Qi of Heaven and Earth, and could only be used to dry the hair and warm the body of the little handmaiden and the young Talisman Master in winter. It was even a little difficult to light the firewood in the stove, let alone use it to fight against the enemy.
However, although the talisman paper was weak, what if it could mobilize enough Qi? It was like a little girl at the corner of the street holding a match that could be blown out by the cold wind at any time. But what if a barrel of gunpowder suddenly appeared above the match?
Well, this idea was a little too cruel, but it seemed to make some sense. Ning Que looked at the lake that seemed to be burning, and a trace of joy gradually appeared on his face.
For a traditional Talisman Master, his idea at this time was completely deviant and meaningless, because as everyone knew, the Qi of Heaven and Earth was distributed in a relatively balanced state in the fields, mountains, rivers, and lakes. Even if there were slightly more famous mountains and rivers, it was far from that level, because Haotian was fair.
However, Ning Que was not a traditional Talisman Master.
He was a Talisman Master who had joined the Devil.
During these days from the mottled walls of the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine to Chang 'an, his body had been slowly absorbing the Qi of Heaven and Earth in nature, and then storing it quietly in the depths of his body, turning it into his own Great Spirit.
The Great Spirit was also Qi, and it was many times more condensed and pure than the Qi of Heaven and Earth in nature!
The yellowish talisman paper trembled slightly in front of him. It was unknown whether it was because of the wind blowing on the lake, or because Ning Que's hands were trembling, or because it felt the horrible aura that was pouring into his thin body.
A wisp of Great Spirit entered the talisman paper, and Ning Que flicked the talisman paper to the ice on the surface of the lake. At the moment before the talisman paper floated away from his fingertips, the Psyche Power in his sense of perception burst out at the same time, and instantly fell on the talisman paper.
It seemed like a simple action, but in fact, it required the movement of the body and the Psyche Power to be absolutely consistent, without any mistakes. An ordinary person would definitely not be able to do this, but Ning Que had experience with Talisman Arrows, so he was very familiar with it.
As the yellowish talisman paper was triggered, a very slight dryness seeped out from the paper. According to the concentration of the Qi of Heaven and Earth by the lake, this slight dryness could at most form a very small flame, and then fell on the surface of the lake, and instantly extinguished like the previous talisman paper. However, this time, the slight dryness instantly turned into a ball of blue fire!
That was the Great Spirit that was attached to the talisman paper, but had not had time to float back to Heaven and Earth, and was burning!
Looking at the blue flame floating in the air, Ning Que did not know whether it was a success or a failure. This time, it obviously felt different from when he cast talismans in the past, but why did the size of the flame not change significantly?
As he was thinking about this, the blue flame had already fallen on the surface of the lake.
After a very slight sizzling sound, the blue flame instantly disappeared without a trace, and a hole the size of a bucket appeared where it fell on the ice layer. However, looking from the shore of the lake, it was unknown how deep the hole was.
With a splash, a fat fish jumped out of the hole, and flicked its tail on the ice surface.
It turned out that the seemingly inconspicuous blue flame had actually burned through the thick layer of ice on the lake in an instant!
The loud chants of the fishermen sounded on the ice layer in the distance in the lake. The work of breaking the ice net to fish had reached the most critical moment. With the hard work of the horses, the capstan turned faster and faster, and the fish net under the ice was dragged faster and faster. Gradually, a big hole appeared, and countless fish were desperately struggling in the net.
Countless people on the lake shore cheered and cheered.
Ning Que looked at the fat fish bouncing on the ice not far in front of him, and smiled happily. He got up and patted off the snow and grass on his body, and then left in the deafening cheers.
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Chang 'an was exceptionally beautiful and peaceful in the winter at dusk.
It was just like Ning Que's mood at this moment. He walked into the tea shop and looked at the two people who were whispering to each other by the window. He suddenly smiled and said, "Talismans can really change the world."
Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly, and somehow felt that there was something different about him now compared to the him on the street earlier.
Then Ning Que turned to look at the monk Guan Hai, and said calmly, "Whether it is to study or to ask for advice, please."
The monk Guan Hai stood up and looked at him with a slight frown. Just like Mo Shanshan, he felt that Ning Que was slightly different from before. However, it had only been half a day, so what could have happened?
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Looking up, he saw the winter tree with withered branches like arms, and behind the branches was the palace wall. Ning Que withdrew his gaze and walked into the Southern Gate Taoist temple at the foot of the imperial city with Mo Shanshan and Guan Hai.
Looking at the Taoist with the yellow paper umbrella in front of the temple, he said softly, "Senior Brother Mingchi, I would like to borrow the land."
He Mingchi looked at the slightly tanned monk and said with a smile, "Master Guan Hai is the earliest."
Guan Hai put his palms together and bowed.
He Mingchi looked at Ning Que and said softly, "Master is not in the temple, but since this is the matter, I will make the decision."
Ning Que said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Mingchi."
He Mingchi shook his head and said, "Mr. Thirteen's first battle in the human realm will be held in the Southern Gate Taoist temple. This will be recorded in the history books in the future. Who would be stupid enough to keep you out?"
The door of the temple slowly closed.
He Mingchi looked at Mo Shanshan and said, "What do you think of the outcome, Hill Master?"
Mo Shanshan looked at the closed door and said, "I thought Ning Que would definitely lose, but after half a day, I am not so sure."
He Mingchi looked at the door and said with a smile, "If he was going to lose, why would he choose the Southern Gate Taoist temple as the battlefield?"
The usually quiet front of the Hall of the Righteous Path of the Southern Gate Temple had become very lively. Although no one was talking, the sound of breathing and whispering was already very noisy.
Everyone from the Southern Gate Taoist temple appeared in front of the temple, wanting to know the outcome of the battle as soon as possible.
Just as He Mingchi said, if Ning Que was not confident of winning, he would not have chosen this place as the battlefield. After all, no matter if he or Guan Hai won, the result would be spread around the world in the shortest time possible.
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(The name of the disciple of the Lanke Temple was indeed Lin Hai, but I thought that he was about to be beaten up by Ning Que in the book. I was afraid that Lin Hai would come and beat me, so I changed it to Guan Hai. In the end, I still missed three parts. This is the second chapter. There are still three hours, I will continue writing the third chapter.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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