Chapter 21 Practicing Words in the Snow

Mo Qing didn't know when he fell asleep last night, and his heart was very blocked, but he couldn't tell what he was blocking. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Lying on the bed, tossing and turning, and turning over and over, I couldn't fall asleep, so I took out the notes with strange drawings from the yellowed book on the bed, lit the oil lamp, and read them in the dim light.

Of course, I still can't understand anything, but I think it's getting more and more mysterious.

Looking at these seemingly scribbled, but containing a certain pattern, Mo Qing's mind was finally transferred to another place, but it was Huang Laoxi's voice that was circling in his mind.

According to Huang Lao's heresy, these yellow notes like ghost drawings are called talismans. It is something invented by the senior sages in the immortal cultivation world.

Each talisman can be used to seal a spell, of course, due to the different spells, and the cultivation of the person refining these talismans is different, so the power of the talisman is naturally different when it is used.

The use of the talisman is relatively simple, and you only need to inject mana into it to activate it, which is many times faster than releasing a spell of the same level.

And it's just exciting, compared to the release of spells, I don't know how much mana is spent in this process.

This is a very practical thing, and many people with low strength who cultivate immortals will get a few and put them on their bodies if possible.

Huang Laoxie used to be a person with such a habit, and he was able to escape from Liu Ruhai's hands, and those two intermediate and high-level invisibility talismans and a few earth escape talismans contributed a lot.

The few talismans in Mo Qing's hand turned out to be mid-level and high-level talismans, and it seemed that the realm of the skeleton in the valley was not low before his death, and his origin was not small.

Two invisibility talismans, two wood escape talismans, one ice thorn talisman, and one golden bell jar talisman, these are the talismans that Mo Qing got from the valley.

From the names of these talismans, you can roughly guess their functions, of course, it was only after Huang Laoxi's guidance that Mo Qing could distinguish the difference between them.

After the invisibility charm is used, it can make all your qi hidden and your figure disappear out of thin air, making people unaware of your existence.

It's a must-have for doing bad things, such as peeking at the village girl bathing, listening to the corner of the wall or something before going to the newlyweds' new house in the middle of the night, and naturally no one will find out about your evil deeds.

Of course, there are also limitations, if the other party is far higher than your realm, then you can only ask for more blessings if you don't know how to listen to other people's corners when you are in Dunlun.

Escape has always been a relatively magical spell, but there are not many people who can use this kind of spell, if other people want to experience this feeling, then they have to spend money to buy a talisman sealed with retreat.

After the Mu Dun Fu is activated, it can pass the person away, as if it disappeared out of thin air, the higher the level of the Mu Dun Fu The farther the distance it transmits, like this intermediate and high-level Mu Dun Fu can transmit people a hundred miles away in a moment in the densely wooded mountain forest.

In places where there are few trees or yellow sand, there will naturally be a lot of discounts, but it is still possible to teleport seventy or eighty miles.

As for the high-level ice thorn talisman, after it is activated, there will be a lot of ice thorns falling from the sky densely, and if the other party does not have a good means of defense, the monks in the foundation building period will die here.

The golden bell talisman, after it is activated, there will be a golden bell on his body, the golden bell has a strong defensive ability, not only to defend against spell attacks, but also to resist physical attacks, is a very practical self-defense talisman.

Huang Laoxi's words about these talismans yesterday flowed through Mo Qing's heart one by one, of course, the obscene words about using the invisibility talisman to peep at the village aunt taking a bath were not Huang Laoxi's words, but he recalled a book he saw in his previous life, and naturally added it.

Although Mo Qing wanted to try whether these pieces of yellow paper were really as mysterious as Huang Yaoshi said, but because he didn't have a trace of mana, he had to think about the talisman for a long time, and with the idea of finding Huang Lao Xie to learn words and quickly practice the exercises tomorrow, Mo Qing finally fell asleep......

It was very quiet outside, there was no wind, and there was no birdsong, and the big rooster that used to snort a few times when he didn't get up lost his former majesty, and he bent his neck and led a few little hens to stand under the firewood.

A sudden heavy snowfall seemed to seal everything, and there was silence between heaven and earth, except for the slight rustle of snowflakes as they fell on the ground.

Mo Qing yawned and stood at the door looking at the heavy snow with interest.

The snow fell last night, and it is unknown when it fell. The snowflakes were very large, like a fairy passing by in the nine heavens, waving colorful embroidery, and sprinkled the silver petals filled with baskets to the world.

Mo Qing felt that he was not satisfied after watching for a while, and ran to the yard in three or two steps, looking up at the snowflakes flying down with his face up and his mouth open.

There was no wind, but some of the snowflakes could somehow float upward, and after flying for a while, it seemed as if they had enough of the fun, and then they began to fall slowly, and finally melted into the boundless silver and disappeared.

Of course, there were also some unlucky eggs who fell into Mo Qing's wide open mouth.

The snow in the yard was very thick, and a handful of snow flooded Mo Qing's calves, and a thick white gas sprayed out of his mouth, but Mo Qing felt that the winter here was not cold.

It's really not cold, not just to play in the snow in the yard, snot and hard to say it's not cold.

At this time, he was only wearing a set of autumn clothes and pants on this snowy day, looking at the crystal clear ice at the kitchen door, and knew that it should be very cold, but he couldn't feel the slightest chill on his body.

Recalling the time when he was with the old man in the past, every winter when Mo Qing wanted to wear the old man's clothes on his body, Mo Qing felt a little strange,

"What's going on?" This question was driven away by Mo Qing shaking his head as soon as it appeared, there have been a lot of strange things that have happened to him during this period of time, and it is nothing to add this at this time.

After watching the snow for a while, Mo Qing walked to the woodstack, and in the slightly panicked cries of the chickens, he reached out and took out the small finches from his pants.

The amount of urine that I had held all night was sufficient, enough for Mo Qing to draw a big circle in front of the firewood stack.

Aunt Li, who came out of the kitchen to pick up firewood in the house, couldn't help laughing when she saw Mo Qing pinching her ***** standing in the snow nest admiring her masterpiece.

Mo Qing hurriedly put the ***** back into his pants when he heard Aunt Li's laughter, looked back at Aunt Li with a funny look on her face, and then looked at the deformed circle on the snow, her face turned red, and she ignored Aunt Li's careful instructions, and hurriedly rushed back to the house with snowflakes all over her body, threw herself directly on the bed, and buried her head in the quilt.

Mo Qing still didn't beat Aunt Li in the end, although he repeatedly emphasized that he was not cold, but in the end, the bulky wolf skin winter coat was still put on his body.

Mo Qing felt that he had turned into a wolf cub covered in wolf hair and fat like a ball.

But Aunt Li praised Handsome in a serious manner, and said that she was the most beautiful boy she had ever seen, worthy of being her Aunt Li's child.

Looking at this Aunt Li, who praised others and even praised herself, Mo Qing dismissed the plan to secretly take off the uncomfortable wolf skin on her body, otherwise, she would probably be beaten by Aunt Li, who was immersed in her perfect craftsmanship and couldn't extricate herself.

Uncle Mo Lun was also drunk last night, and he didn't get up until now, and after being woken up by Aunt Li in the morning, he drank a bowl of sobering soup made by Aunt Li, and fell asleep again in a daze.

Mo Qing carried a basket and walked on the snow-covered road, looking at the white between heaven and earth, and the entire Mo Village was completely turned into a world covered in silver.

Beautiful heavy snow always makes people feel inexplicably good.

Therefore, when Mo Qing passed by Uncle Zhuzi's house, he forcibly stuffed a lot of snow into the clothes of the black dog Heiwa brothers who were building snowmen at the door, and then in the trilled shouts of the two, they dodged the two snowballs flying from behind and trotted all the way to the training ground.

Because of the heavy snowfall, the training ground was empty today, and it was extraordinarily peaceful.

Putting the basket on the snow, Mo Qing's waist sank, pierced the horse steps of an old man's professor, exhaled, and with a wave of his fist, two sturdy sandbags broke in response, and the sand flowed out of the breach, and the originally bulging sandbags became flattened.

Mo Qing, who had vented a little excitement, came back to his senses, and the slightly helpless face of the village chief Mo Zhan that suddenly appeared in his mind laughed secretly, stuck out his tongue mischievously, lifted the basket from the ground and ran straight to Peach Blossom Valley.

Huang Laoxie got up very early, standing alone under a big peach tree in front of the door, staring at the trunk half covered by snow with his two eyes without focus, and his whole mind didn't know where he had flown there.

His head and body were covered with a thick layer of snow like those peach trees whose branches and leaves had long since fallen.

It seems that his wine woke up early.

Huang Yaoshi's mind flew far away, and Mo Qing came to his side and snorted softly twice, but he didn't pull his soul back.

It wasn't until Mo Qing raised his foot and kicked on the tree that he looked up at the falling snow, touched his cold neck, and then looked at Mo Qing standing beside him, and after a while he shouted: "I'll beat you little rabbit!"

This is a complete comeback.

Mo Qing brought back a lot of firewood from outside, put it in the brazier and lit the fire, there was a trace of warmth in the room, drank a bowl of decanting soup brought by Mo Qing with a basket, and drank a bowl of wheat porridge, Huang Yaoshi's face finally regained a trace of ruddyness.

"You're always so interested, you just stood there drenched in such a heavy snowfall, fortunately the boy came, otherwise there would be an ice sculpture in the Peach Blossom Valley. ”

Mo Qing broke off a dead branch, put it in the lit fire, looked at Huang Laoxie and said.

Huang Laoxie chewed the last bite of bread and swallowed it with a side dish before he smiled and said: "Then it just so happens that the old man doesn't have to bother teaching you to learn calligraphy, and you end up idle." ”

Old man Huang's self-regulation ability is good, he has the heart to joke with himself, and it seems that he has come out of yesterday's sadness.

People have to be like this, they can't always be immersed in the past, no matter whether the past is successful or not, the past is the past after all, and always remembering the past will only make their present a memory.

People always have to move forward.

"How is your Uncle Merlen? I guess you haven't gotten up yet!"

"I know that his kid can't get up today, and he still wants to fight for the old man with this amount of alcohol, and he is still a long way away?"

Mo Qing rolled his eyes and didn't speak, as if the person who drank and cried yesterday was not him, Huang Yaoshi.

As soon as he rolled his eyes, Mo Qing received a slap on the head. ”

At noon, Uncle Mo Lun, who came to ask Huang Yaoshi and Mo Qing to go back for dinner, saw a peculiar scene.

In the falling snow, Huang Yaoshi held a big branch in his hand, Mo Qing held a small branch in his hand, and the two people, one old and one young, were in this peach blossom valley full of snowflakes, drawing on the snow with branches.

The snowflakes were a little bigger, not only falling on the two of them, but also gradually covering the traces of the previous scratches.

Of course, these traces are many of Mo Qing's marks, and most of the time of the branches in Huang Yaoshi's hand is used to knock Mo Qing.