Chapter 112: The Scheme of Changing the Beams to Exchange for the Black Bamboo
Reciting talismans was Lingxiang's forte, but this was her first time reciting talismans for magical weapons.
Normally, talismans would burn after use, so there was no need to worry too much about the longevity of the spiritual power on the yellow paper and cinnabar. Even for the suppression talismans, unless they were used to suppress demons, this wasn't a consideration. But this magical instrument was different; it couldn't be used once and then never again, so Lingxiang pondered for a long time.
During the Lantern Festival, she had noticed the corpse of one of the rat demons at Youran Residence. It was clearly wounded by spiritual energy. Given the circumstances at the time, Long Qi hadn't mastered the art of channeling spiritual energy into a vessel. Even if he had, it would have been spiritual energy of the fire element. Given Xinyi's level of cultivation, such a shallow wound wouldn't have been left. Therefore, the wound on the rat demon must have been inflicted by Jindong.
Firstly, although Honeysuckle was a pseudo-spiritual root, it still possessed all five elements, making it highly likely that it could draw out such a clear spiritual power. Secondly, he was holding an unopened soft sword, so if it were just an ordinary sword wound, it wouldn't have left such a mark.
After all the calculations, only honeysuckle can do it.
Originally Lingxiang thought that although Xinyi was not proficient in Taoism, he had achieved the Jindan stage through his own martial arts and had the Lu family's unique skills. If he was taught some Taoist skills, his cultivation would definitely be able to reach a higher level.
Long Qi had already practiced the "Dragon Entanglement Sword Technique". If he could use the spirit-inducing method to communicate with the spirit of the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss, his future practice should be smooth. However, he was relatively lacking in the mental method. However, with a little training in the future, these would not be a problem.
The only thing that really made Lingxiang worry was Honeysuckle's practice.
Honeysuckle's spiritual root aptitude is not as good as Long Qi and Xin Yi's, and unlike them, each of them has a family heirloom, so she doesn't have anything outstanding. She has never practiced martial arts before, so if she insists on practicing now, she has to follow the steps.
But Lingxiang is not a person who sticks to the rules. If she really follows the general steps of cultivation, regardless of whether this step-by-step approach is feasible, even if she really achieves success, I am afraid that this honeysuckle will be as old as the old man with the bamboo stick.
I have limited spiritual roots and have no way to practice cultivation. Could it be that I will be at a loss as to how to practice on a person with healthy spiritual roots?
Just when he was puzzled, he saw the scar on the Lantern Festival, which really made him realize that there was always a way out.
Judging from the scar, although Honeysuckle is a pseudo-spiritual root, it can inadvertently fuse the five elements and guide the spirit into the instrument. Given this, we will use this as a breakthrough point to select a cultivation path that can maximize its strengths.
After much thought, she decided that if she really wanted to start in this area, she would have to consult the old man with the bamboo stick as a veteran. Coincidentally, the old man with the bamboo stick had told her about the purple-leaved golden amaranth, so she asked him about it.
Back in the day, the old man with the bamboo cane also suffered from a lack of spiritual roots during his cultivation. Fortunately, Taoist Wuwei discovered his great talent in formation and persuaded him, who had been about to give up, to try this as a breakthrough. Sure enough, he achieved great success in this area, and his exceptional formation techniques enabled him to advance his cultivation, repeatedly breaking through the realms. Even the formation techniques learned by Immortal Zhaoming, and half of the formation books, were written by him.
It was also on that day that the old man with the bamboo stick gave Lingxiang a solution.
Since Honeysuckle could fuse the power of the Five Elements and draw spirits into instruments, it would be better to teach him how to circulate the Five Elements and then guide him to use the Five Elements magic. The method of talismans was the most intuitive.
The Five Elements Talisman can draw out the power of the five elements separately, and can also combine three or two to form other different forms.
However, if the method of simply using talismans is too troublesome, not to mention drawing and preparing talismans, you will not be able to be independent in the future and still have to carry a pocket full of talisman paper.
So the old man with the bamboo stick asked Lingxiang to make a folding fan for him.
The folding fan he was talking about was not the paper fan used by the young masters in the mortal world, but an iron fan that was like a weapon.
The iron fan has a variety of techniques, including stabbing, slashing, picking, pressing, and mixing. It is similar to the soft sword used by Jindong when she first started practicing, so it is relatively easy to master. When the fan is opened, it can also block hidden weapons and spells. Although it is a bit short, it can be compensated by the method of summoning spirits. The fan is also often engraved with patterns, which is perfect for engraving the five elements talismans to help attract spirits.
"But the fan is different from other weapons. It cannot be used head-on. It requires more skillful use of force and the ability to strike later and arrive first. Isn't it too feminine?" After hearing what the old man with the bamboo stick said, Lingxiang was very hesitant.
"Hey~ If it's really as you said, that kid can draw the spirit into the weapon, then he can wrap the spiritual energy around the fan, and even using that crude technique shouldn't be a problem. Besides, if this can really improve his cultivation, why would he care about such mundane thoughts?"
Lingxiang thought it was true. "If that's the case, then I'll make it out of a magical instrument. But if I make it out of iron, it's going to be too much trouble. I remember you have a few hundred-year-old black bamboos here, old man. You won't need them anyway, so why don't you chop one off and give it to me..."
Before Lingxiang could finish her words, the old man with the bamboo cane started howling, "I knew you were after my treasures! For hundreds of years, I've never laid eyes on them, and yet you're trying to destroy my bamboo garden just for your idiotic apprentice? No way, no way, forget it."
"Hey! Why are you doing this, old man?" Lingxiang started to act coquettishly when she saw the old man with the bamboo stick acting like this. "That black bamboo is just sitting there anyway, why not give it to me to make a bamboo fan? That would be the best use of it. Besides, I only want one, not all of it. You can't be so stingy, can you? We're already hundreds of years old."
"Stingy?" The old man with the bamboo cane's beard stood on end at the words. "If I were stingy, how could I let a little bandit like you take so many things? How could you know how much effort I put into these black bamboos? You say it so easily!"
Seeing that the old man with the bamboo stick seemed determined, Lingxiang quickly stood up, looked down at him and said, "Are you really not going to give it to me?"
"Absolutely not!"
The two of them confronted each other for a moment, but Lingxiang suddenly laughed - this old man was plotting against her.
She sat down and said with a smile, "Tell me, what do you have to do to give it to me?"
The old man with the bamboo cane opened one eye and looked at the spiritual incense, then cleared his throat and said, "I heard that you developed a spirit-gathering pill a few days ago. I think it should be very useful. If you bring me a hundred or eighty of them in exchange, I might give you one."
What a big mouth you have! You even gave me a hundred or eighty of them!
"Don't even think about getting a hundred or eighty pills, but I still have three left. If you really want them, I can give them all to you. Otherwise, I'll give them to someone else and I can still do you a favor." Lingxiang smiled and took out a purse from her Qiankun bag and weighed it.
Hearing the sound of his purse, the old man with the bamboo stick immediately turned his head.
The purple-leafed golden amaranth is about to bloom, and it needs to be well nourished after it blooms. The Spirit Gathering Pill is indeed the best choice. Not to mention three, even one is enough.
But that is a hundred-year-old black bamboo!
Never mind, he has never received anything good from this little robber, so three is fine!
"In that case, after the purple-leafed golden atractylodes are used as medicine to make elixirs, you must give me a few. If you agree, I will give you a hundred-year-old black bamboo."
This old man has actually learned to exploit me like this. Never mind. This old man has no idea how many pills will be made by then. Isn't it up to me to decide?
"It's a deal!"
Upon hearing this, the old man with the bamboo stick snatched the purse from Lingxiang's hand.
"It's hard to catch up with him!"
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