This is the gale of strange beasts in ancient Chinese mythology
In my previous life, as a person who often talked with people in forums, books about Gods and Gods such as "Shan Hai Jing" are simply required courses. The Great Wind God Beast mentioned in it seems to be like this bird.
Suddenly his heart moved. He remembered the legend in mythology. In addition to the nine sons of the dragon, the phoenix also has nine young, the eldest peacock, the second golden-winged roc. The fourth child is the golden phoenix who "Golden Mang prepares for action and makes eight winds", the fifth child is the Qingluan, the sixth child is the Xuehuang, the seventh child is Baiming, the eighth child is the Lan Fu, and the child nine is Gale!
You ask him why he remembers so clearly. It’s like tears. In those days, the NetEase game department written test questions. Such messy questions are everywhere. Compared with the dragon’s nine sons, there are so many rare words, and the Feng’s nine young children are already easy to remember. too much.
However, Feng's Nine Youngsters had many opinions, and he remembered only one of them.
Zuan thought that what he was practicing was the "Phoenix Nirvana Sutra". Now that he has cultivated the second stage of Dzogchen, the pattern of gale appears. Isn't it a coincidence
It seems that a new phoenix will appear at every level of Dzogchen in the future, but what is the use of this thing? Isn't it just used to scare people
He had secretly tried it before, and other people couldn't see the magic circle on him, and naturally they couldn't see the pattern of the gale, so using it to scare people simply wouldn't work.
There was a sudden movement in his heart, pouring his body's vitality into the lines of the gale. When the vitality flowed through Gale's body, suddenly Gale's fierce eyes lit up, and then a phantom of gale appeared in front of him.
Zuan is overjoyed, it really works!
But what is the power of this thing? Wouldn't it be the same as Feijian
After thinking about his thoughts, he gave instructions to let the gale hit the wall to try his power.
As soon as the gale's wings were unfolded, a gust of wind flashed through the room, and the table and chairs were blown to each other, and they hit the wall almost instantly.
Zuan was staring wide-eyed to observe how powerful he was. On the one hand, he was worried that too little power would disappoint him, and on the other hand, he was worried that too much power would attract the masters of the Duke's mansion.
As a result, he hadn't seen what was going on. Suddenly there was a strong force coming from the whole person, and then he could not help flying towards the wall, almost instantaneously, he hit the wall directly.
boom!
Really beating people is like hanging a picture!
Zu An slowly slipped down from the wall. A humanoid pattern appeared on the snow-white wall, and two bright red blood stains were left at the same time. It was the nosebleed from the front contact between his nose and the wall.
My Nima!
Zuan is scolding his mother and excited again, it turns out this thing is teleporting! If performed properly, it is simply a weapon for sneak attack or escape.
However, he didn't know how far he could move each time, he didn't care about the nosebleed on his face, and he began to infuse his vitality into the gale pattern again, trying to summon it again.
But it didn't take long for him to feel dizzy in his head. It turned out that the vitality in his body had bottomed out.
It seems that this thing can only be used once a day. After the level is higher, the body is more energetic, and it should be better.
He slowly climbed back to the bed and lay down again. He noticed that there was some golden substance in the first circle in his muscles. He wanted to come into contact with the wall unsuspectingly at a negative distance, and the injury was not light. As for the magic circle, certain substances can be collected.
Earlier, Ji Xiaoxi mentioned that the second rank is to make the cultivator's skin hardly hurt by mortal swords. After reaching the third rank, he can be armored with luck to resist attacks. Now although he is the lowest rank of the third rank, he is still the third rank of the eight classics. .
He worked hard to transport the little bit of vitality, and finally gathered a piece of armor that could not be slapped on the surface of his body, and then because of the lack of follow-up vitality, the armor immediately dissipated.
Despite this, Zuan is overjoyed. Now he is promoted to the third rank. In theory, he has 88 normal people. If he was in the previous life, he would be a little superman. In the Marvel world, even if he is not comparable to the Hulk, but It shouldn't be a problem to slap a salted fish superhero like Black Widow.
In addition, there are the two hidden cards of Mortal Dagger and the wind, no matter who is in this mansion who wants to kill him, he has the confidence to survive.
Zuan was very energetic one second before, and the next second he immediately changed his style of painting, rubbing the injured areas on his body: "It hurts when I hit the wall just now."
Originally, the injury was almost healed just now, so, the injury got worse after the collision.
He didn't dare to mess around anymore, lying quietly on the bed to rest, waiting for Ji Dengtu's healing medicine to fully take effect.
When he woke up the next day, Zuan found that after one night of training, although his body was still a little weak, his injury was more than half healed, but he was a little dissatisfied. It seems that Ji Dengtu's medicine is compared to the lottery lucky brother Xinchun. The Red Bottle is still far behind.
If his words were known to other people in the city, maybe someone would carry a knife to slash him, and the healing holy medicine Baihua Wuchang Pill that so many people couldn't ask for turned out to be regarded as rubbish by him. It would be unbearable.
Zuan remembered another thing at this time. Yesterday there were too many things. He forgot to draw the lottery. He summoned the keyboard and calculated it. There were 69 anger points left after the lottery. Yesterday he learned from the Chu couple and Pei Mianman earned some anger points, which adds up to 3273 points.
He couldn't help furrowing his brows. Yesterday, he was still weak. Otherwise, the anger value earned from Pei Mianman would never be more than that, but he also knew that facing such a charming stunner, a man could not bear to ruin the flowers.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but miss the people of Plum Blossom Twelve and Heifengzhai. How do you think they look so cute now
God, hurry up and give me a villain!
boom!
The door was slammed open, and a handsome young man with neatly combed hair broke in and came to the bed and looked at him condescendingly: "How is your injury? Can you go to school today? ?"
The anger from Hong Xingying is +299!
"It's okay," Zuan replied subconsciously, "No, who are you?"
"That's good." The young man didn't answer his words, turned around and left. When he saw the trace of the human figure on the wall, he was taken aback, but after only a moment, he returned to nature and walked away with his head held high. go out.
Zuan was stunned for a moment. Just as he made a wish, he sent a villain. Wouldn't it be so good? Who on earth is this guy? How come you are so angry at him
"Uncle~" At this time, a voice resenting a woman rang out, and Cheng Shou Ping appeared at the door with two dark circles against his eyes.
"What's wrong with you, was sucked dry by the banshee yesterday?" Zuan was taken aback.
Cheng Shouping walked over in vain steps: "Uncle, you are ashamed to say that I didn't sleep all night last night, so I copied the family law and copied it until dawn." Zuan smirked and got up and poured him a cup. Water: "Small bottle bottle, fortunately you stayed in the quiet room to copy the family law yesterday. You want to go out with me. I am afraid that it has become a corpse by this time."
"Thank you, Grandpa," Cheng Shou Ping took the glass flatly, but looked blank, "Why did he become a corpse?"
Zuan pointed to the human-shaped hole on the wall: "See, there was an assassin who came to assassinate my uncle last night. Fortunately, my uncle's fate and supernatural powers have only escaped. If you want to be yours, At that time, I couldn't do my best to save me. The knife in the assassin's hand won't have long eyes, maybe you will be gone."
Cheng Shouping swallowed with lingering fear, and muttered subconsciously: "Then I'll copy the family law."
"What are you talking about?" Zuan frowned.
Cheng Shouping immediately smiled: "I mean a loyal person like me will fight the assassin desperately. If he wants to hurt his uncle, he will not step on my body."
Seeing him talking more and more upright, Ling Ran, his saliva was almost sprayed on his face, Zuan pushed his face away directly: "Come on, don't get too deep into the play, ask you a question, the look on his face just now is cowhide. Who is the coax guy?"
"He, steward Hong’s precious son, Hong Xingying," Cheng Shou Ping replied, "He is a little arrogant, but he is a genius in cultivation, he has not formally entered the academy, and he has already reached the third grade by self-study alone. Steward Hong has always been proud of him, and even the old lady has praised him. He has always been extremely respectful and has been training as a young generation leader in the mansion."
It turned out to be the son of Steward Hong, so it's no wonder that his hair is combed meticulously like his father.
"Cut, I thought it was so awesome. I have practiced for more than ten years to get a third rank." Zu An thought to myself that I went from a waste material to a third rank in just two or three days. Did I go everywhere to show off
Cheng Shou Ping can't help but curl his lips. No wonder they all say that his uncle is very talented, he is not very capable, but his tone is not small, and he likes to talk about it.
"What are you mumbling about?" Zuan glared at him.
Cheng Shouping immediately smiled: "I was thinking about going to talk to my wife later, my grandfather, you were injured so badly, you shouldn't have to go to school today."
"No, this injury doesn't matter. My father-in-law sent me to college, obviously for my own good. How could I fail them." Zuan patted his chest and said. He naturally didn't want to go to school, but was stuck. It's even more boring at home. Because of the assassin's trouble yesterday, Chu Zhongtian sent two people to guard his door, so that he can't get out of the door. Instead of that, it's better to go to school, maybe you can find a chance to slip away halfway. .
Hearing his words plausibly, Cheng Shouping's mouth was open enough to squeeze a fist, and he hurried over to touch his forehead: "Uncle, do you have a fever today?"
"Fuck off!" Zuan kicked him away.
"Hahaha~ Zuan, you are getting more and more sensible, and it's not worth our hard work." There was a burst of laughter, and Chu Zhongtian and Qin Wanru walked in with smiles on their faces.
"Father-in-law and mother-in-law, why are you here?" Zu installed a flattered look, hey, it's really tiring to act like this every day. If you stay a few more days, you might be able to go back to become the best actor Oscar.
"I heard Xing Ying said that your injury is not in the way, and decided to go to the academy. I was a little worried to come and have a look." Qin Wanru's usual stern face also had a soft color at this time.