Back at Yanqiu, Zhu Xingli couldn't wait to take out the body of the gu carving, touched the knife and began to dismantle it.
Gu carvings are exotic beasts handed down from ancient times, and some parts are more precious refining materials, especially the mouth that is as long as a black bamboo tube.
Lin Xin squatted aside and watched, "What can this mouth do?"
"What do you think you can do?" Zhu Xingli gouged out his mouth, threw it into the running water of the mountain spring drawn by the bamboo tube, rinsed it, and threw it to Lin Xin to play with.
The soul-absorbing thing is naturally a spiritual tool for drawing souls. Lin Xin thought so, but he didn't dare to say it. He put the hollow bird's beak on one eye, looked through the empty tube and drank under the tree. Shen Lou of tea, "Master, what kind of skill did you use to catch the soul today?"
"Desperate, ho!" Zhu Xingli picked up the axe, chopped off the iron-hard claws, and with the ax down, only a gap was made, but he couldn't help it, so he pinched a piece of deer glass and embedded it in the groove inside. Only the Zhu family can do it by leaving deer grooves on the axe.
The ax wrapped in spiritual power cut the iron like mud, and broke the bird's claw with a "click".
"Teach me, I want to learn too." Lin Xin pinned the bird's beak to his waist, grabbed the ax from his master graciously, and helped him chop the other one.
Soul capture, a small spell in the soul control art. The soul control technique is a partial technique, not very useful, ordinary monks don't know how to practice it, and it has long been lost. Zhu Xingli figured it out by himself based on ancient books. In his previous life, Lin Xin only learned superficially, so that he took many detours when using soul power.
Zhu Xingli took the bird claws cut off by his apprentice and washed them clean, "Send this pair of bird claws to your uncle later, so that he can forge the spirit sword for you."
Seeing that Lin Xin was about to turn fifteen years old, Zhu Xingli, as the closest elder, wanted to prepare the natal spirit sword for him. And Duke Jiang of the Southern Region, Zhu Xingli's elder brother, is the best craftsman in Dayong.
Thinking of the spiritual sword that Master passed away many years ago, Lin Xin didn't answer the question, and lowered his eyes and said: "I read "Qing Yun Ji" the other day, and the book said that the monks in ancient times used their own spiritual power to control the sword. Rely on Luli?"
"The ancient monks could move mountains and seas, why can't you?" Zhu Xingli asked him back.
"The way of cultivation in ancient times has been lost, I don't know." Lin Xin pulled out the bird's beak on his waist to tickle, "I mean, since the source of spiritual power is the essence of the sun and the moon, why can't we store the essence of the sun and the moon like deer glass? In the spirit veins?"
Holding the bird's claws, Zhu Xingli patted Lin Xin on the head in the posture of "immortal Buddha" like an old fairy holding a whisk, "How can a flesh and blood body store the sun and the moon?"
"Soul is enough," Lin Xinyan slapped the bird's claws away, and said convincingly, "Soul is also made of the essence of the sun and the moon."
Hearing this, Shen Lou, who was drinking tea not far away, frowned immediately, got up and walked towards Lin Xin, just as he took a step, he was blocked by a weight that fell from the sky. Jian Zhong had just been practicing "Standing the Sword in the Air", and he had somewhat figured out how to do it, so he wanted to try the tricks he saw today. Lightly tap your toes, and with a move of "Flying Eagle and Swan Goose", the whole person is ejected, and he falls headfirst to Shen Lou's feet.
"Bah," Jian Zhong vomited the grass clippings in his mouth, and raised his hand to grab Shen Lou's clothes, "Brother Shen, how did you manage to keep the eagle from falling off?"
"Stay in the air and the sword moves with you, so it won't fall." Shen Lou didn't want to talk to him, but he didn't mean to hide anything from him, so he pointed out something concisely, then lifted his feet and left.
Jian Zhong thought about Shen Lou's words for a while, then Mao Sai suddenly understood, got up and went to practice again. I am so stupid, I have to use hard work to make up for my clumsiness. The senior brother is younger than himself, but he can learn everything, and he has learned a lot from his master in a few years. Originally thought that Lin Xin was an evildoer, but now seeing Shen Shizi who is the same age as him, he completely gave up. It was really because of his poor talent.
"The soul cannot be regenerated. There are ancient books on the art of refining the soul. It is a sorcery." Shen Lou tried to prevent Lin Xin from continuing to explore, and it was too shameful to absorb human soul power to replace Lu Li. He did not want Lin Xin to go on this path again. way.
Hearing the word "sorcery", Lin Xin's fingertips trembled slightly, and he lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I didn't say I wanted to refine my soul."
Seeing that he was unhappy, Shen Lou suddenly felt that he had spoken too seriously.
"There are three thousand ways, not sticking to one pattern, and the way of cultivation must not be brain-dead." Seeing that the two children had differences, Zhu Xingli seemed to reconcile it fairly, and handed the gourd filled with the blood of the gu carving to Lin Xin, "Go Draw a soul-gathering array in the medicine room."
"Stacking formation or stacking formation?" Lin Xin clapped his hands and returned the beak to Master.
"Let's build a spirit protection array," Zhu Xingli thought for a while, then turned to look at Shen Lou, "You, take a shower and go to the medicine room later."
After working so hard for so long, it seemed that Shen Shizi was still seriously ill.
The soul-gathering array drawn by the blood of the spirit beast is better than the one drawn by cinnabar, and it is relatively gentler. Shen Lou sat in the center of the formation, watching Lin Xin follow him around, "Are you going to treat me?"
"No, it's just for fortune-telling," Lin Xin glanced at him, "Here's your hand."
Shen Lou handed him a hand, and the palm was immediately drawn with a bright red pen tip, "What is it?"
"Fortune-telling," Lin Xin sat cross-legged solemnly, "I ask you to answer, don't lie, otherwise you will be punished by the formation."
Shen Lou smiled, "Okay."
Lin Xin closed his eyes, recited a few lines of scriptures, and then opened his eyes solemnly, "The Infinite Heavenly Venerable asked Shen Shizi if there is a marriage contract?"
"Not yet."
"Is there a maid in the house?" He drew a cross with his pen.
"Never." As if being licked by a kitten, Shen Lou curled up his fingertips, trying to resist the urge to shrink his hands.
"Eighteen years old, I haven't got a room yet, who am I going to lie to?" Lin Xin drew a circle, "We'll talk about it after we think about it."
Shen Lou is helpless, for a cultivator, if he vents Yuanyang prematurely, it will easily destroy his foundation. Tongfang is only available to ordinary people, and I have never seen any family of cultivating immortals have such a rule. Before he could defend himself, Lin Daxian started the punishment on his own—adding a head and a tail to the circle. Withdrawing his hands and looking back, there is a bastard with a round shell and a flat brain lying in his palm.
"What are you doing?" Zhu Xingli walked in and closed the door of the medicine room.
"Give Shougong sand to the crown prince." Lin Xin bared his teeth and grinned.
"Yo, why order this?" Zhu Xingli asked seriously.
"Before I marry him, tell him to be as good as a jade." Lin Xin said nonsense.
Zhu Xingli glanced at him in disgust, took away the Zhubi, and crossed Lin Xin's nose, "Go aside."