Chapter 44: Breath of Fire
In the golden wall, the lowest skill is written in gray letters.
The fonts of these skills will turn white when they are upgraded to the second-level skills.
More advanced skills, or third-level skills, are displayed in green.
Going further up, for example, the first-level Golden Light Mantra appears blue.
I wonder what color the higher-level skills will be written in, Clown thought, with anticipation in his heart.
As long as you grind out a level 5 skill, or advance the Golden Light Curse, you will find out.
However, this is estimated to take a long time to see.
Crown picked up the brush again and continued drawing the talisman.
There were more than ten sheets of toilet paper left, so I just used them all.
After mastering the skill, I gained more insights when drawing talismans again.
I have a deeper understanding and insight into where the brush strokes are heavy and where the lines are narrow.
After he finished drawing on the straw paper, he summoned the golden wall again.
[Drawing Talisman: 4/2000; Level 1]
That's not normal.
Clown frowned slightly. Such a slow improvement speed was problematic at the beginning of the lowest skill stage.
He had just drawn a total of 14 Qingxin Talismans, and 6 of them were more than 90% similar in appearance, but his proficiency level only increased by 3 points. There must be a problem in some link.
After a little thought, he vaguely understood the problem.
Real talismans have certain requirements for talisman paper and ink, so that they can carry the power of these texts of heaven and earth.
The waning moon was setting in the west. There were still important things to do tomorrow, so Clown suppressed his eagerness and went to rest.
No words were spoken that night.
At the beginning of the morning hour on the second day, he got up early and started drawing talismans before the sun rose.
After changing to a new brush and finding a clean porcelain bowl, Crown connected his consciousness to the sea of knowledge, and a cool feeling surged out from an unknown place.
He felt as if a piece of ice was placed between his eyebrows, and a slight chill began to spread downwards, along his arm, reaching his right index finger.
Drops of crystal dew with silvery luster rolled down from the fingertips, and soon the dripping liquid covered the bottom of the bowl.
At this time, the moon dew in the crystal ball in the sea of consciousness had dropped by about one tenth.
He cut off the connection between the crystal ball and the real world and began to draw the talisman formally.
The moon dew needs to be preserved in a white jade bottle, otherwise the mysterious active factors will slowly be lost. He doesn't have such an instrument, so he can only use as much as he can.
Crown dipped the brush into the moon dew to moisten it. When the brush tip was softened, he dipped the brush in the solution, scraped along the edge of the bowl to remove excess solution, and immediately began to write on the talisman paper.
The existence of the golden wall made it possible for him to use the skills he had already learned without any problems. He could get started directly and in good condition.
When he finished drawing the Qingxin Talisman and picked up the brush, the moon dew on the talisman paper emitted a radiance, and then the divine light was dimmed and dissipated.
The traces of the Taoist talismans give people a feeling of faint flow.
Done!
Clown summoned the wall of proficiency and found that his talisman drawing skill had increased by three points.
This feeling is so refreshing. He hummed the tune deep in his memory and continued to draw the talisman.
Next, there were successes and failures. With 15 pieces of talisman paper, I finally got 8 Qingxin Talismans.
As the sun was about to rise, Crown packed up his tools, put his hands together, and welcomed the warmth.
. . . .
Church, training ground.
Two exorcist priests stood side by side, two crusader warriors wearing full body armor stood on both sides, and other church staff surrounded them.
Hamfa held a yellowed parchment scroll in both hands and handed it over personally.
Crown bowed and took it with both hands.
Nick was wearing a white priest robe, holding a golden-covered Bible in his hands, and chanting loudly:
"Crown Moya, from today on, you officially become a glorious crusader of the Zak Town Church. May the Lord of Fire grant you wisdom to see through the hidden evil in the world; may the Lord grant you a strong body so that you have the power to eradicate evil; may you bathe in the Lord's holy light, hold the sword tightly in your hand, spread the Lord's glory, and protect the lambs who believe in my Lord. Praise the Lord of Fire, and may we always be bathed in the holy light."
"Praise the Lord of Fire, may we be bathed in holy light forever," the others shouted in response, placing their hands on their chests.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
There aren’t many people here, but the sense of ceremony is still strong.
Crown shook his head imperceptibly to dispel the inexplicable boiling of blood.
No wonder religion makes people fanatical. He felt like he was immersed in it just after participating in such a ceremony once.
Nick looked at his tall and straight guard warrior and nodded with satisfaction: "Klauen, you have become a servant of God. We should remember to always defend the glory of the Lord. Now, the two warriors Savas and Marshall will teach you the fire breathing method. If you don't understand anything, just ask directly."
"Understood, Father," Crowne bowed.
"Father Hamfa and I have other things to do. I'll leave this to you two warriors. Everyone else can go."
Savas and Marshall bowed their heads and saluted: "We will definitely teach the new warriors well."
The crowd dispersed, and Nick, who was walking into the church, turned back and warned: "Remember, the breathing method is strictly forbidden to be spread outside, even to your relatives."
Clown stood up and nodded heavily, saying, "Remember the priest's instructions."
Turning around, he saluted the two senior warriors and said, "Thank you for your care."
Red Beard pouted and said, "You are so strong, you should be able to learn the breathing method at a glance. You don't need us to teach you. I will go over there and rest for a while. Come and tell me when you can't do it anymore."
After saying that, he walked straight to a chair beside the venue and sat down.
"Haha, the bearded man was severely reprimanded by the priest last night, and he was embarrassed. Ignore him. If you don't understand anything, just ask us." Marshall patted Crown's shoulder warmly and said softly, "First, you must learn to seek stillness in motion. During exercise, you must feel the weak heat flowing from your heart. That is a drop of blood transformed by the newborn Seed of Life. This seed is very small and will not grow larger. With hard training, the Seed of Life will transform more and more blood, and the heat flow will become larger and larger."
"As this blood continues to increase, our muscles and membranes will be exercised, and eventually our internal organs and bones will become tougher and stronger."
"It is said that when all the blood in our body is transformed, we will be able to enter a demigod realm."
Marshall winked and smiled, "Why don't you start practicing now and feel the heat first?"
Clown shook his head and asked humbly, "I want to understand the realm division of our extraordinary profession and set a small goal for myself."
"If you have an idea, you will be more motivated if you look at the light ahead." The thin warrior nodded: "The church calls us Crusaders. Other churches or those warlocks call extraordinary people like us knights. It's just a name, don't worry about it."
"Take our church as an example. The most basic guardians are called warriors. As our breathing techniques advance, our bodies will be further tempered. Our muscles will become stronger, and our skin will be able to resist the swords of ordinary people. At this time, we will be promoted to flame warriors."
(End of this chapter)