After a brief distraction, Wu Dongfang withdrew his thoughts and listened attentively to Ming Zhen's explanation of the details of spell casting. The spells of the Jin family are based on pure gold blood, with the ability to control gold as the prerequisite for spell casting. Most of the spells are cast very quickly. Asking gods to channel spirits, leaving the body, and sacrificial transformation requires a certain amount of preparation time before casting spells, which is relatively slow.
These spells are accompanied by some incantations. Incantations are similar to prayers and can be omitted in critical moments. To put it bluntly, they have no practical effect.
In addition to spells, there are also footwork and finger techniques, that is, some spells require some body movements when casting spells. Most of these movements are useless, at least in his opinion.
People at this time were not enlightened enough and were very conservative. They did not dare to have any doubts about the things passed down by their ancestors. They copied and inherited everything whether it was useful or not. In fact, many things could be omitted and improved.
Because Ming Zhen talked too much, Wu Dongfang couldn't remember everything for a while, so he asked someone to bring cinnabar for medicinal purposes. After mixing it, he found that there was no writing brush, but the bamboo in the yard and the prince's body had hair, so it was not possible to make a writing brush. Troublesome.
Ming Zhen dictated, and Wu Dongfang recorded what he dictated on the west wall of the main hall.
At sunset, the west wall was covered with writings. Although Ming Zhen was confused but did not ask, Wu Dongfang took the initiative to explain, "This is the writing of the era I lived in. It evolved from the current graphics and can record things." "
"Can you even record detailed formulas?" Ming Zhen also has his country bumpkin sometimes.
"Yes," Wu Dongfang pointed at one of the words, "Qi travels through the lungs, leaves the nose, and returns to the skin, condensing Qi and stopping sadness."
This is a breath regulation formula. Among the five elements, the lungs belong to gold. If there is a problem with the lungs, the breath will be heavy, the skin will be bad, and the mood will be inexplicably sad.
"Words are very useful." Ming Zhen nodded slowly.
"If others also understand these words, no matter how many years have passed, as long as these words are still there, they will be able to learn and master these Qi training formulas through the words." Wu Dongfang said that the loss of the Jin clan's special skills gave him a great headache. There was no writing at this time, and the spells could only be passed down by word of mouth. Once Ming Zhao and the wizard who transmitted the spells died, the spells were almost lost, and it would be extremely difficult to retrieve them.
"The royal family and wizards should be summoned to learn writing." Ming Zhen said.
"It's definitely not possible now. I'm an empty frame now. The top priority is to find the immortal golden body and the method of cultivating the moon and stars. Do you have any methods or clues?" Wu Dongfang put down his brush and pointed to the table and chairs beside him.
Ming Zhen walked to the table and sat down, frowning and shaking his head, but after shaking it twice, he suddenly stopped, as if he thought of something. After thinking briefly, he continued to shake his head.
"Father-in-law, what did you think of?" Wu Dongfang asked.
"The corpse of the magician has rotted away, and even the dead tree cannot be saved by spring," Ming Zhen said.
"How did the magician die?" Wu Dongfang asked doubtfully.
"The head was bitten off and the inner elixir was taken away." Ming Zhen said.
"Bite it off?" Wu Dongfang frowned.
Ming Zhen nodded, "Normally, the altar is opened twice a year. Every time the altar is opened, a wizard will feed the wizard. It was only after the altar was opened that year that they discovered that the wizard was killed. He should have been killed half way through the opening of the altar. Months ago, the body of the magician was not very badly decomposed. From the wounds on its neck and the scratched carapace, it could be seen that the murderer was a very large monster with sharp teeth and sharp claws. "
"How big are the scratches on the back?" Wu Dongfang asked with a frown.
"It's bigger than this table." Ming Zhen pointed at the table next to the two of them. This table is the special dining table of Baihu Celestial Master. It is square. You sit on the south side of the table. If you want to pick up the food on the north side, you have to stand up. .
"I'm asking about the scratches," Wu Dongfang said.
"It's just scratches. The tortoise shell of the magician is much bigger than this table." Ming Zhen said.
"Shimen came later..."
Ming Zhen raised his hand to interrupt Wu Dongfang, "The stone gate originally existed. This monster did not destroy the stone gate. There is a small water hole under the pool, and it did not enter through the water channel."
"Do the Tu people have a magic similar to our sacrificial transformation?" Wu Dongfang asked.
"All the four tribes of gold, wood, water, and fire can transform themselves, but the earth tribe cannot." Ming Zhen shook his head.
Wu Dongfang nodded. How did the Jin clan's magician die? You can leave this question aside. "When Mingzhao was alive, would he tell his relatives and friends about these two spells?"
"No, absolutely not." Ming Zhen shook his head repeatedly.
Wu Dongfang looked confused, wondering why Ming Zhen was so sure.
Ming Zhen guessed what he was thinking, "He never married and had no children."
Wu Dongfang nodded again. These two special skills are the most powerful spells of the Jin clan. No one who learns them will tell others, adding potential opponents to himself. Unless he told his son, there was no suspicion between father and son, and Ming Zhao had no descendants.
"Will the spell transmission wizard spread the spell?" Wu Dongfang asked. He knew that this possibility was extremely small, but he still felt lucky.
Ming Zhen waved his hand, "If it is not strict in speaking and leaks secrets easily, it will not be able to be a magician."
Several possibilities were denied, the matter reached a dead end, and Wu Dongfang became silent.
"You don't have to worry too much. There is no other Jin clan, but they still have backbone. If they dare to come, we dare to fight." Ming Zhen said sternly.
Wu Dongfang nodded. Although he nodded, the pressure in his heart did not decrease. If the Tu tribe didn't come, it would be fine. If he really wanted to take action, he would go directly to exterminate the tribe. If the Jin tribe was really wiped out by the Tu tribe, he would be the culprit.
"By the way!" Wu Dongfang suddenly remembered something, "Father-in-law, will Mingzhao leave his soul behind after his death?"
Ming Zhen raised his eyebrows and glanced at Wu Dongfang. He didn't answer the question immediately. He pondered for a long time and slowly shook his head, "It's very dangerous. This road is impassable."
"Father-in-law, tell me what you have thought of." Wu Dongfang urged. From what Ming Zhen said, there should be a soul left behind by Ming Zhao after his death.
"With the Sunset Bow in hand, we are not without the strength to fight." Ming Zhen stood up, "I still have some things to deal with. You can study them carefully. If you have any questions, you can ask me."
Seeing that Ming Zhen was very secretive about this issue, Wu Dongfang became even more curious, "Father-in-law, if Ming Zhao has a soul left behind, as long as we find his soul, we can get an immortal golden body and the cultivation method of chasing stars by the moon. This is the only way. There’s a way.”
"You are a holy witch of the Jin clan and Ming Yue's husband. Don't mention this matter again." Ming Zhen said with a serious face.
Seeing that his father-in-law was about to get angry, Wu Dongfang didn't dare to ask any more questions. The reason why Ming Zhen didn't say anything was probably for his safety. Yu Gong didn't want the Jin clan to lose the White Tiger Celestial Master, and Yu Private didn't want his own The daughter becomes a widow.
"Father-in-law, there is something I haven't had time to tell you. Although I brought back the sunset bow, I can't fire it." Wu Dongfang changed the subject.
"What's going on?" Ming Zhen asked.
"I can't pull it open." Wu Dongfang picked up the sunset bow beside the table and handed it to Ming Zhen. Everyone only knew that he had always carried the magic weapon with him, but they didn't know that the magic weapon was just a decoration for him now.
Ming Zhen took the sunset bow, held it in his left hand, and stretched his right hand to Wu Dongfang. Wu Dongfang understood, took out a bow and arrow and handed it over. Ming Zhen bent the bow with the arrow, and although it was extremely difficult, he still successfully opened the sunset bow a little. .
"This is the divine weapon of the Jin clan. It is only affected by the golden energy. Before firing the bow, the spiritual energy travels through the lung meridian and is converted into golden energy." Ming Zhen returned the bow and arrow to Wu Dongfang. "Opening the bow consumes a lot of spiritual energy, so use it with caution." .
Wu Dongfang took the Sunset Bow and used his right hand to hold the bow and his left hand to set an arrow. After a try, he found that the bow could indeed be fired using gold energy, but the Sunset Bow relied entirely on gold energy to fire the bow, and the arrow would be quickly absorbed into the body while the bow was being fired. He opened the Sunset Bow halfway, and 30% of the spiritual energy in his body had been sucked away by it.
Wu Dongfang asked with a question, and turned to look at Ming Zhen. Ming Zhen raised his hand and pointed south, pointing to a bell tower five miles south of the Tianshi Mansion.
Seeing that the distance was too far, Wu Dongfang was afraid that the arrow would not be able to shoot five miles, so he took a deep breath to fully draw the sunset bow, aimed at the bronze bell in the bell tower, and shot the arrow that sucked away 50% of his spiritual energy.
Neither of them had seen the power of the sunset bow. They thought that the arrow leaving the string would produce light and sound. Unexpectedly, it was not the case. Not only was there no light after the arrow left the string, there was not even the sound of an ordinary bow shooting through the air. .
Almost at the moment the arrow left the string, a loud noise came from the South Bell Tower. When Wu Dongfang moved his sight to the South Bell Tower, he found that the copper bell had disappeared. A huge air wave spread downwards, and the huge bell tower It is disintegrating and collapsing.
"Oops, there are residential buildings under the bell tower." Ming Zhen rushed out first.
Wu Dongfang followed closely behind. When he rushed out, he found that he was still not enlightened enough. Ming Zhen was worried about the people, and he was worried about whether the arrow could be recovered.
His movement skills were not as fast as Ming Zhen's. By the time he arrived at the bell tower, Ming Zhen had already started to rescue and provide disaster relief. At this time, the hearts of the Jin tribe were tensed, fearing that the Tu tribe would come to retaliate. The sound and the sudden collapse of the bell tower made the entire capital panic.
"There is no need to panic. The Sunset Bow has been lost for many years and has just been found. I was testing the power of the Sunset Bow just now. I didn't expect its power to be so amazing." Wu Dongfang loudly reassured the people.
The people who were originally frightened to death, heard that such a movement was caused by the magic soldiers of their own clan, immediately turned from sadness to joy, and began to cheer, celebrating the return of the Sunset Bow to the Jin clan.
Just when Wu Dongfang was worrying about where to find the arrow, some metal fragments and the arrow slowly rose up from the chaos of trees.
"Please ask the Holy Witch to return to the Jinsheng Tianshi Mansion and leave it to me to deal with it." Ming Zhen waved the arrow back at Wu Dongfang.
"Thank you, Master Zhentian." Wu Dongfang caught the arrow and turned around, heading north.
After previous experiments, he discovered the magic of the sunset bow. The sunset bow increases its range by absorbing spiritual energy, and the arrows carry a large amount of absorbed spiritual energy to attack the target. The spiritual energy on the arrows will not dissipate or weaken during flight. Because the arrow itself is not affected by air resistance, its flight speed is much faster than ordinary arrows.
The arrows shot by the Sunset Bow are difficult for opponents to resist and dodge.