National Cultivation of Immortals: Prove the Tao and become sanctified

Chapter 25
A hundred miles is neither too far nor too close.

Yang Ming made a chair out of tree branches, and fixed it with two longer branches.

Let the paper man carry it.

He slowed down the operation speed of the exercises so that the body would no longer have the force of counter-shock.

Then sat on it and learned the fireball technique.

This will neither delay his learning of fireball nor delay his journey.

Being carried by the weird paper figurine, Yang Ming felt like in Journey to the West, the little monster carried the king to patrol the mountains.

Feeling very happy.

With the reborn body training technique, the next step is to accumulate Taoism and comprehend spells.

If you want to develop with the flower demon clan, if you don't have strong spells, you won't have to speak hard.

Fireball is naturally not too difficult for Yang Ming.

As long as you thoroughly memorize the magic spell that represents Fireball, you will be considered to have learned Fireball.

The Fireball spell has twelve variations.

Yang Ming pondered for a while.

None of the changes in appearance of the spell are found to be important.What is really important is the fluctuations emitted by the spell, the meaning it represents, and the connection with heaven and earth.

Once you comprehend these, you will remember them thoroughly, and you will never forget them even if you want to.

Comprehending these is very simple for Yang Ming's comprehension.

He closed his eyes, visualized the spell a dozen times, and pondered it carefully for a while.

I completely understood it.

And it's the kind of thing you can't forget.

Just like ordinary people eat and talk with their mouths, even if they become dementia, they still know that their mouths are used for eating and talking.

"It's done."

Yang Ming opened his eyes, and had already fully understood the meaning of this spell.

"Hint: You have comprehended the spell——Fireball. Current state: Mastery."

The so-called integration means thorough mastery.

Yang Ming tried to think about it.

The zhenqi in the body automatically gathered into a fireball spell.

The realm of mastery and mastery is added to the realm of heart and qi harmony.

As soon as the thought came up, the fireball technique came out.

That is instant.

The next step is the three realms of proficiency, reaching the pinnacle, and reaching the acme of perfection.

This has to be learned and practiced slowly.

Yang Ming sat on the chair, bumping along with the walking of the paper figurine, comprehending the fireball technique in his heart.

At this time, an old farmer wearing straw sandals suddenly ran over, stopped the sedan chair, knelt down on the ground, and cried, "God, be merciful, help!"

As soon as Yang Ming heard it, he knew the show was coming.

After watching the simulated cultivating immortals, he naturally knew what happened next.

"Say!"

Yang Ming stood up from the sedan chair.

The old farmer looked at Yang Ming in horror and fear, and said, "I am a villager in a nearby village. There is a divine crocodile in the river where we fetch water. It likes to eat people the most. It will come to our village every now and then to eat a few people."

"We dare not be disrespectful to the divine crocodile, but if it is eaten like this, the people in our village will be wiped out."

"So we found an old fairy and wanted him to persuade the crocodile to leave."

"Who knew that the old god's mana was limited, so he failed to persuade the crocodile away, but instead... made a good fortune in our village!"

"It's fine if he just eats and drinks, but he actually harmed the girls in our village."

The old farmer cried out, both frightened and terrified.

Divine crocodile, he and the others dare not disrespect, and the domineering old gods dare not offend.

The only way is to invite a fairy to send them all away.

We can see the sorrow of ordinary people.

In the imitation of cultivating immortals, Yang Ming learned of this and went directly to the village to beat the old immortal to death.

Then the monster crocodile was cleaned up.

It has benefited the common people.

But this approach seemed strange to Yang Ming.

If it were Yang Ming himself, he would definitely not beat the old god to death without saying a word.

Very simple.

Since the old god is a fake god, he must be a real god stick.

Since it is a magic stick, it must have two hands of folk magic.

Otherwise, there is no ability to be a blessing in the village.

and so.

Let Yang Ming handle this matter, he will definitely catch the old god and ask him about folk magic.

Then beat to death.

And the Yang Ming in the simulated cultivating immortals directly beat the old immortal to death.

This is very illogical.

Therefore, the things in the simulation of cultivating immortals can only be regarded as a concise version, or some of them are emphasized, and some are omitted.

It all depends on Yang Ming's own comprehension.

"Lead the way ahead, and let me meet that old fairy."

Yang Ming waved his hand.

The old farmer immediately trotted forward in fear and trepidation.

The paper man carried the sedan chair and followed behind.

Soon came to the village.

The old man asked a villager to explain.

Soon, the old fairy was invited out.

The old fairy is a sloppy old man, wearing a yellow robe, with his chest open, holding a chicken leg in his hand.

As he walked, his mouth was full of oil while eating.

"Another god? I'd like to see which little hairy god it is!" The old god swaggered and came to the entrance of the village arrogantly.

When he saw the four paper figurines carrying the sedan chair, and Yang Ming standing on the sedan chair, his hair stood on end in shock.

The chicken legs also fell to the ground.

He turned around and wanted to run.

"Dare to run?!"

Yang Ming stood on the sedan chair and did not get off, shouting loudly.

This voice burst out from his heart, the voice was so dull and loud that it could be heard within a radius of 1 mile.

The old fairy sat down on the ground in fright, and crawled back.

Quickly knelt down and kowtowed, crying: "You are a real god, a real god, I am a fake, please let me go!"

When the old fairy was a child, he saw that the unburnt paper figurines in the cemetery were possessed by evil spirits and turned into monsters, harming the village.

So he recognized the paper man at a glance.

In addition to the fact that Yang Ming is two meters tall and has a burly body, he can be seen as a person with profound morals.

The Tao is profound and can subdue the paper man as a slave.This is simply supernatural powers and boundless mana.

He is a magic stick who cheats food and drink, so he is not afraid of such a real fairy.

"Get over here." Yang Ming shouted with a blank expression on his face.

The old god stick rolled and crawled to the sedan chair, knelt down and shivered.

Yang Ming could tell that the old god's skin was loose, his eyes were cloudy, and he didn't have any real energy on his body.

Purely mortal.

"Do you have a teacher?"

"No, no!"

"Can you know spells?"

"Yes, it will be so two-handed."

"Say!"

"Ah, the method that can cure diseases, the method that can summon wind, and the method that can summon fire." The old magic stick stammered frightened.

Yang Ming was a little surprised, he didn't expect this old magic stick to know three folk spells.

"Let me see if you use it." Yang Ming got off the sedan chair.

His skill returned to normal, and a counter-shock force suddenly appeared in his body.

The dust on the body, the dust on the ground, all spread out.

This kind of supernatural power made the old magic stick dumbfounded, and even more terrified.

There is no need to show the method of curing diseases.

Under Yang Ming's instruction, the old god stick demonstrated the wind summoning technique.

I saw the old magic stick muttering incantations in his mouth, but he couldn't make out what he was chanting at all.

Even if other people want to steal the teacher, they can't steal it.

After chanting the mantra for two to three minutes, a whirlwind formed.

The whirlwind was about two meters high, and under the control of the old magic stick, it circled back and forth seven or eight times.

It seems to be bluffing, but it has no lethality at all. It is not bad for cleaning dust and fallen leaves.

After chanting the mantra for 3 minutes, just this wind?Yang Ming was a little surprised.

On the contrary, the old god stick was sweating profusely from exhaustion.

Next is Call Fire.

This is even more troublesome.

The old man chanted the spell for 5 minutes.

A fist-sized flame appeared in front of him, floating erratically, looking like a will-o'-the-wisp.

Yang Ming shook his head, the flame is not as big as the flame of a gas stove.

Could it be that players are unwilling to practice folk spells in the simulated cultivation of immortals?

"Write down the spell for me." Yang Ming ordered the villagers to fetch pens and paper.

With a bitter expression on his face, the old magic stick took the pen and paper, and wrote down the spell word by word.

The law cannot be passed on lightly.

Back then, he had served under another old magic stick for more than ten years before he learned these three spells.

After the old magician taught him to do good deeds every day to accumulate virtue and dispel disasters, he could spend the rest of his life in peace.

On the other hand, he himself has done a lot of evil and never done good deeds. He just casually spread the three methods, and he is not far from death.

Three spells, three spells.

Yang Ming looked at the spell on the paper, he thought it would be easy to judge whether it was true or false.

As long as the skill panel can be triggered, it is true.

If the skill panel cannot be triggered, it is 100% fake.

Fortunately, the old magic stick did not lie.

All three folk spells have entered the skill panel.

Yang Ming smiled slightly.

Failed to acquire spells in Fengyuan City.

I didn't expect to get three folk spells here.

This spell is useless to others, but he knows that the secret of double magic attack is hidden in it.

It really comes with no effort.

"The little old man has already confessed everything, and I ask the immortal to spare my life, and I ask the immortal to spare my life!" The old god stick fell to his knees and kowtowed, weeping bitterly.

"You bully the village, take over the good family, and do a lot of evil, how can I tolerate you?"

Yang Ming looked at the old magic stick.

As the villagers said, if the old god stick eats and drinks, it's fine.

But spoiling a woman from a good family violated the bottom line.

"Daxian, I was confused for a while!" The old god stick tried to defend himself hoarsely.

"threw up!"

Yang Ming exhaled suddenly.

This qi was not true qi, but the air from his lungs.

This cloud of air hit the head of the old god stick like a stone, and the scalp of the old god stick was bled, and he died on the spot.

Exhale can kill.

Nothing more than this!

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