"How is it? Can you practice?" Although she no longer frowned, Sikong Qinglan was still a little worried.
"There shouldn't be any problem." Mu Hanyan said as she put down the book on fire control and picked up another book on water control.
The discovery just now seemed to have opened a brand new door in front of her. Besides being excited about the priest's magic, she was also full of curiosity. She didn't know if it was as Ye Yian said, that with the Xuanhuang Qi, she could practice the power of any law without restriction.
She was so absorbed in thinking about cultivation that she had no time to explain it to Sikong Qinglan in detail, and she didn't even notice the worry in Sikong Qinglan's eyes.
Seeing that Mu Hanyan spoke vaguely and picked up another book of priest magic, Sikong Qinglan thought that she was in trouble again and couldn't help but worry.
Not long after, Mu Hanyan threw down the book of water control magic and picked up the song of light sacrifice.
Seeing this, Sikong Qinglan became even more worried. Obviously, for Mu Hanyan, the water-controlling magic was more difficult to comprehend than the fire-controlling magic. He didn't know whether other magics would be easier for her.
At this time, Sikong Qinglan had no idea that the reason why Mu Hanyan gave up the water control magic so quickly was not because it was difficult to comprehend, but because this magic was almost exactly the same as the fire control magic, except that the power of the laws required was different, so Mu Hanyan was too lazy to waste any more time.
At this time, there was a fierce quarrel outside.
"You figure it out yourself first, I'll go out and take a look." Sikong Qinglan frowned and said to Mu Hanyan.
"You go ahead." Mu Han didn't even raise his cigarette butt.
"Don't be too anxious, just take your time. We have all been exposed to priest magic since childhood, so we can perform it immediately after baptism. It doesn't matter if you spend a little more time." Sikong Qinglan comforted him again with earnest words.
After saying that, he walked out quickly.
"Do I look anxious?" Mu Hanyan raised her head, glanced at Ling Baobao, and asked in confusion.
"Ah, what did you say?" Ling Baobao was concentrating on studying the Baxia dragon armor. He looked up in confusion when he heard this.
"This turtle shell is useless, so why do you keep holding it all day long?" Mu Hanyan asked curiously.
Ever since he discovered the origin of the Ba Xia Dragon Armor, Ling Baobao has been holding it in his arms all day long, pondering over it over and over again. Mu Hanyan even suspected that he held it in his arms even when he was sleeping. However, the dragon blood and the spring water condensed from it were already in her hands, so it should be of no use to her.
"Who said it's useless? It should still be useful." Ling Baobao said.
"What's the use?" Mu Hanyan became even more curious.
"I haven't figured it out yet. You'll know when I figure it out." Ling Baobao said as he lay on the turtle shell and started tapping on it again.
Mu Hanyan rarely saw him so focused, so she didn't disturb him anymore and picked up another book of priest magic.
These were merely rudimentary divine arts. After Mu Hanyan had passed the first, most crucial hurdle, the rest proved easy. Even the so-called Light Sacrifice Song was essentially the same. Mu Hanyan now understood that the so-called Sacrifice Song, the chanting performed by Sikong Qinglan during his shamanic dance, was actually a method of concentrating the mind and elevating the divine consciousness.
The more powerful the divine arts, the higher the divine consciousness required, often requiring the assistance of sacrificial songs to enhance divine consciousness. Such divine arts also tend to take a little longer to perform, unlike the swiftness of swordsmanship. Of course, all of this is related to strength, and there is still no distinction between strong and weak. If there really was a distinction between strong and weak, the Temple and the Holy Court would have been fighting for millions of years, and one side would have been destroyed long ago.
Finally, Mu Hanyan put down the last book of magic. Although she did not practice them one by one, she was sure that Ye Yian was right. As long as she was willing to spend more time, it would not be difficult for her to practice any power of law.
Sikong Qinglan and the others had not returned yet, but the quarrel outside was getting more and more intense, and it seemed that some people were even fighting.
"Let's go and take a look." Mu Hanyan said to Ling Baobao.
"Oh, you go first, I'll think about it." Ling Baobao was unwilling to move, all his thoughts were on the turtle shell.
"Okay." Mu Hanyan didn't force it and walked out quickly.
Outside the temple gate, the Huayu Temple priests, led by An Xiaxin, Chen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan, were confronting a group of young priests who were also wearing black robes. A group of people also gathered around, all with angry expressions on their faces.
Sikong Qinglan was helping Yan Qingshan up. It seemed that he was injured by the other party, but his injuries were not serious.
"You bold and untouchable person, how dare you attack the High Priest? Do you want to live?" A thin priest on the opposite side jumped up and down, pointing at Yan Qingshan and shouted sternly.
"You broke into my Huayu Temple and injured my temple guards, and you are the first to complain!" Sikong Qinglan said angrily.
"What do you mean by breaking into the Huayu Temple? I just wanted to take a look at your library. This lowly person doesn't know his place in society and actually dared to block my way. He's lucky I didn't kill him with one blow." A young priest on the opposite side snapped open the folding fan in his hand and said with a grin.
This man was dressed in a black priest robe, which seemed to be the same as the others. However, if you looked closely, you would find that the quality of the robe was obviously much higher than that of the others. He also had a slicked-back hair and powdered face, and looked very arrogant. It was obvious that the group of priests was led by him.
Looking at the white cloud pattern embroidered on his sacrificial robe, Mu Hanyan was even more surprised.
Ninth-rank divine priest! Although this guy looks like a dandy second-generation rich kid with slicked-back hair, he is actually quite powerful.
It is obvious that he has bad intentions.
"Can anyone enter the library hall of Huayu Temple? No one is allowed to enter unless they are priests of this temple and have a written order from the Lord God." Sikong Qinglan said righteously.
"Hahahaha, you still think the Flower Rain Temple is the same Flower Rain Temple as before, and you even have the Lord God's handwritten edict. The Lord God has already let you fend for yourselves, so what's the point of having a handwritten edict?" The young priest sneered.
Hearing his words, all the priests of the Flower Rain Temple showed expressions of shame.
"Stop dawdling and make way, or I'll be rude to you." The young priest closed his folding fan and walked forward with his men.
"Stop, no one is allowed to enter without the order from the Lord God!" Qi Ming and several young priests stood in front.
"It seems that the lesson I just gave you was not enough!" The young priest smiled coldly and suddenly slapped out with his palm.
A ray of ochre light suddenly burst out, bringing a feeling as heavy as a mountain.
Qi Ming and his companions subconsciously stretched out their hands to block it, but were all blown away with a dull thud.
Seeing this, everyone was shocked, and many people showed fear in their eyes.
"You, you are going too far!" An Xiaxin said angrily, her whole body trembling.
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