In the afternoon, An Yang learned from Li Changsheng the method of igniting fire, the technique of inviting gods, the technique of exorcism, and the exorcism technique, a total of four spells, he can also see that this person is really not a fine spell, and it is by no means as mysterious and powerful as in the novel, if he has no other means to save his life, a bullet can solve him.

"Poor Dao still wanted to hide clumsy, but he didn't expect that Daoyou's talent was so outstanding, and Poor Dao was so angry that he took out all the spells he was most familiar with, which was really ashamed."

Li Changsheng said this, looking at him with an abnormal gaze.

An Yang shook his head and smiled, his brain power is five times that of ordinary people, and his physique is more than six times that of ordinary people, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is an immortal genius, and Kunlun Jue, who has been cultivating for several years, still has a biological auxiliary chip in his body as a cheat, and it is not normal that these simplest spells cannot be learned quickly.

Thinking about it, these spells are not all that Li Changsheng knows, but he is already content, uh, not content, it is Li Changshenghui's spells that disappoint him too much, and he thinks that in addition to his most capable puppet technique, as well as the illusion technique that he has groped out, there should be no spells that can be on the table.

This fully shows that this is a world of monasticism, not the world of cultivators described in the novel.

"Daoist Li, it's not early now, I have to go back first, and the money for repairing the Taoist temple will be sent to you tomorrow, and by the way, I will discuss the use of mana with the Daoist Chief."

"Fellow Daoists, please walk slowly."

Anyang went out of the Taoist temple and went down the hill, and the Taoist priest of Xindao was really casual and open-minded, and he was not worried that he would not come tomorrow, but it was okay to deal with him, and it was not easy to be pitted when dealing with him.

Looking at the sky and the sunset, he couldn't help but speed up his pace.

bought two catties of sauced beef on the street, and when he returned home, an old man and a young man had already prepared a meal and were waiting for him to come back, but it was still green vegetables and coarse rice, Xiaochan frowned at white brows, and didn't eat well at noon, until she saw him come back with a yellow paper bag, she stretched her brows and quietly shrugged her nose.

Xiaochan is not as afraid of life as yesterday, but she is still careful in everything, and she is very afraid of him, and occasionally says a few words, her voice is gentle and thin, but it is also very good.

The night was fine, just practicing spells.

The next day, there were already some more materials in the dilapidated Taoist temple, and a few men were picking up things, Anyang walked in and put the box in his hand on the ground.

"Daochang Li, are you enough to look at these things?"

Li Changsheng opened the box and looked at it, his eyes were faint, and he didn't have the appearance of seeing wealth in Bingzhou City that day, but he was also taken aback.

"Enough, enough, completely enough, this, fellow Daoist...... That's a lot of strength. ”

This box is not big, but it is neatly stacked with gold bars, according to the density of gold, there are at least a thousand taels, not to mention a layer of high-quality pearls and jade.

However, what surprised this person at first glance was not how much silver these things could be exchanged for, but Anyang's strength to carry the box with one hand, which also made people speechless.

If you think about this kind of person in the real world, it's not a big joke.

An Yang closed the box silently, this is only part of the money he carried, but not to mention repairing a Taoist temple, it is completely enough to rebuild a luxury dojo, the reason why he took out so much is just to tell this Taoist person, I spare no effort to repair the Taoist temple for you, don't hide any good things you have.

This trick really hit the heart of Li Changsheng, who wanted to take root here, he didn't say anything on the surface, but in fact, he no longer hid it, and taught him two more spells, one is called the method of taking objects, which can be regarded as a simple use of mana, and the other is called the Qingfeng technique, which can make the caster's body like the wind and greatly speed up his walking speed.

"Fellow Daoist, there is nothing left to teach you."

When Li Changsheng said this, he looked ashamed.

An Yang nodded and bowed: "Thank you for teaching the Taoist, I am grateful!" ”

He can also see that this Taoist priest can not leave anything except for the puppet refining method and illusion of the housekeeper, the exorcism and exorcism are the ability to eat, and the guarantee of Taoist incense and inheritance, the technique of inviting gods and the method of igniting fire are used for fighting, of course, the method of igniting fire can also be pretended to beep in front of the ignorant masses, and the method of taking objects can also add a bit of superior demeanor, and the Qingfeng technique is a bit of a bad tune, and now it has been handed over to him, but I don't know if he has other means to save his life.

Counting that, An Yang learned six spells from Li Changsheng, although they were all small means that did not enter the stream, far inferior to Qiankun's borrowing methods, but they also filled the gap in his spells, except for the slightly more complicated technique of inviting gods and Qingfeng technique, the other four were all he could immediately cast when he studied on the spot, which made Li Changsheng amazed.

In the afternoon, the two of them discussed the various uses of mana, as well as some small means that can't even be called spells, such as extinguishing the fire in the air, but it is just a way to volatilize the qi in the body, blowing out the flames such as candles like a gust of wind, such as injecting mana into the weapon, which can cause more damage to the goblins and spirits, and make the sword sharper through a certain method, and so on.

said that it was a discussion, but in fact, Li Changsheng said, An Yang listened, for the time being, he was not qualified to criticize Li Changsheng, who had been cultivating for nearly twenty years.

Gradually, the sun set again.

"Fellow Daoist, there is a book of Yan Qing Zhi here in the poor Dao, which records some things about cultivation and spells, maybe it can increase the knowledge of some cultivators for you, so I will give it to Daoists, and it can be regarded as a small compensation for Daoists to donate to Taoist temples, and please don't think it is insignificant."

"Where, where, thank you, chief."

An Yang took the old thread-bound book with both hands, thanked him, and said goodbye to Li Changsheng by the way.

Out of the Taoist temple, he flipped through the book casually, and found that a person named Yanqing recorded his knowledge and feelings on the path of cultivation, similar to a monastic journal, but the strange talks and taboos about the path recorded on it were very useful to him, not to mention some precious personal experiences, if nothing else, this book will help him more than six small spells.

After standing at the door of the Taoist temple for a while, he closed the book again, ready to go back and read it again.

The afterglow of the sunset was right behind the Taoist temple, and through the dilapidated tiled roof and dead branches, his back was reflected in a blood-red color.

As soon as he entered the city of Bingzhou, he saw two men waiting at the gate of the city on the side of the road, napping against the wall, one of them bumped the other with his elbow as soon as he saw him, and the two immediately came to the spirit and quietly followed Anyang, but they didn't know that what they had done had already been discovered.

An Yang's expression was unmoved, and he turned into an alley without hurrying, and casually hid himself in the corner.

Two lewd men walked in and looked around, but they didn't know why the person who was still there just now suddenly disappeared.

"Hell, running so fast, shouldn't you have found our brothers?"

"What are you afraid of, the monk can't run the temple, Lao Tzu has already inquired, this scholar is the son of the old man who sells tea at the city gate, and now his son has found the treasure, and he can't even open the tea shop, we can't find him, go directly to his house, I don't believe what an old man and a scholar can do!"

As they were talking, they heard a voice behind them:

"Are you looking for me?"

The two men suddenly turned around with a fierce and vicious look.

"It turns out that you are hiding here, didn't you tease the uncle just now, see how the uncle looks good for you!"

An Yang's eyes also shrank, and then narrowed slightly, and the moment the two turned around, he clearly saw the blade hidden in their cuffs, and the security of this state city was really not good.

It's not good!

But that's fine, the more evil the person, the easier it will be to deal with it, especially for him.

"I don't know what the purpose of the two of you is."

"The purpose? Hmph, I heard that you found a treasure a few days ago, which happened to be left by my ancestors, if you know each other, you will obediently hand it over, and the uncle will spare your life, and by the way, the uncle will not care about some of the things you spent before! ”

An Yang's eyes were calm: "What if not?" ”

The two men's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and they sneered and said, "If not, then I will kill your father, and then slowly cut off the flesh on your body, and see if you can hand it over!" ”

An Yang smiled: "Then you can come and get it." ”

The two men glanced at each other, for fear that this scholar would be cheating, so they both took out the blade from their arms and approached him vigilantly, but they didn't think that this weak scholar could pose any threat to themselves.

An Yang suddenly pinched his fingerprints and stretched out his hand: "Look, it's on fire!" ”

The two men were not fooled, but sneered, just wanted to mock Anyang for being stupid in reading, and this kind of pediatric method dared to deceive them, but they didn't expect that there was a sudden bang on the robe, and a large cluster of bright yellow flames ignited, and the blazing temperature made one of them jump instantly, and the blade in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

"It's hot, what's going on, extinguish the fire, put out the fire!"

He rubbed the wall, just extinguished the fire, but saw a stream of blood swept across the wall, splashing on the wall and his face, warm and warm, so that his eyes suddenly widened, and as soon as he turned around, he saw a bright and slender blade stabbing into his chest with a snort, and the blade was cold and cold.

"Demon ......"

He only had time to utter a single word before he fell limply as the blade was drawn.

An Yang pursed his lips, put away the Tang knife, and then returned to the appearance of a weak scholar, and calmly walked over the corpse, leaving only a fluttering word.

"It's not called witchcraft, it's called Taoism."

Walking out of the alley, he twisted and turned, spared a few more turns, and walked to a place not far from his home, but what he didn't expect was that an old neighbor rushed over when he saw him, and he looked anxious.

"Something happened, An Xiucai, something happened to your family, you are still hanging here, if you don't go back quickly, your father will be beaten to death!"

"Hurry up now, maybe we'll see your dad for the last time!"

An Yang's face was slightly gloomy, and he immediately quickened his pace.

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