Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 85

Taking the glittering thin paper, Chen Mou recognized the writing on it as thin as a spider's silk, and scanned it from left to right.

This technique called "Qiuhao Refining God Art", only the first part of "Training God Chapter" is complete, and the last part of the text was erased by magic, so it was clean and did not hurt the page. It is a pity.

"Brother, is this paper made of gold? Why is it so thin and tough, more transparent than silk."

Chen Mou has two pieces of thin paper about the same size as this in his collection, please ask for advice.

Cui Xiao smiled and said: "This is 'Tianjin Silk Paper', made of a rare 'Tianjin' material, compared with secular gold, it is not worthy of carrying shoes. In the future, when you get this kind of paper, remember to keep it carefully. Putting some in when refining magic weapons can improve the quality, 5000 years ago, sky gold silk paper was very common in the cultivation world, but now it is even rarer."

"Wouldn't the exercises recorded above be destroyed?"

From an archaeological point of view, Chen Mou felt that destroying rare cultural relics in the cultivation world was also a sin.

He couldn't imagine, what kind of process is used to make silk paper that is so smooth and uniform in thickness and without any traces of forging?
Light and thin like cicada's wings, facing the light, there are cloud patterns flowing, exquisite as nature.

"Stupid, copying down the exercises, or recording them into the jade slips, how could they be damaged?"

Cui Xiao took the opportunity to laugh and curse, and went outside the house.

To him, it was just a rare material, so it would not be a pity to use it up.

Chen Mou took out the pen and paper from the storage bag, and copied the remnants of the exercises on the low table. It was completed in less than half an hour, and he proofread it twice. Then he continued to practice swords. Return the paper to Senior Brother Cui.

Walking on the bustling street, Chen Mou met a tall old man in brown clothes and bearded hair. He hurriedly moved aside and bowed his hands.

"I've seen Senior Hao!"

The monks passing by nearby couldn't tell the depth of the old man, but they heard a Qi refining monk respectfully address the senior, and they all avoided, afraid of being rude to pry.

"Let's go and have a few words with the old man."

The brown-clothed old man didn't intend to run into Chen Mou on purpose, and he couldn't do it in his capacity, but since he happened to meet Chen Mou in the crowd, it was because of a chance encounter, so he became interested in inquiring again, and continued to walk forward.

Chen Mou didn't know what this old man, who had met twice, wanted to judge him, so he followed behind.

His current identity is in the honor of Senior Brother Cui, and the foundation-building monks and stewards of various sects in Fangshi respect him at a distance, because Cui Xiao's strength is too strong and unkind.

The other casual cultivators knew nothing about it, and lived their own irrelevant lives.

"You have a good relationship with old man Hong, how did you know each other?"

"I used to be in charge of the small hammer in the forging room in the backyard of Forging Bing Pavilion for a while, and I have known Senior Hong for many years."

"Old man Hong lives in this small place, close to a sixty-year-old. He knows a lot of people, and there are not many people who can invite him to drink tea. The boy looks honest, but he is actually very dishonest."

The brown-clothed old man was a little dissatisfied. He glanced back at the more respectful little Taoist priest, and said, "It's not a bad thing to be seen. It's not a bad thing to hide. In Fangshi, there are only five or six people who know the real identity of old man Hong. Where did you find out about it? You are still valued by old man Hong, so there is nothing to hide about it."

This time I made it clear.

He was stuck in the market, very bored, and wanted to find something new to have fun.

"Don't use that kid Cui Xiao as a shield. He definitely didn't know old man Hong before. It doesn't matter if he really doesn't want to say it. The old man never forces others."

The old man in brown continued to stroll leisurely, blocking the conversation, and asked the young man behind him a problem.

Chen Mou followed him speechlessly, how could he fail to hear the truth and irony, this old man's curiosity is too strong, you can ask shopkeeper Hong, after thinking about it, he said via voice transmission: "Senior Brother Gu said it."

"Brother Gu?"

The brown-clothed old man repeated a sentence, and then Cui Xiao thought that there was a powerful person surnamed Gu in Xuanduguan, only one of them could match the number, and he happened to be inseparable with old man Hong, and suddenly lost interest, waved his hands and walked away, too lazy to talk about it again. Ask one more question.

He got closer to the old men in Wenjian Peak, and Aiwu and Wu took care of Cui Xiao.

I can't talk to Gu Zeng from Nayunfeng, they are both gentlemen, but they hate each other, it's better not to see each other.

The communication between high-ranking monks is so strange, there is no reason to talk about different ways and not conspiring with each other.

Chen Mou didn't expect Senior Brother Gu's reputation to be so great, and let a strange Jindan senior walk away after hearing the news, and ignored him, he was also happy and at ease, and he didn't force himself to get closer to the master, so he abducted into the shop for a while , and then go down the mountain to go home.

After dinner, after entering the peak of the other world, Chen Mou had already memorized the chapter on training the gods of "Qiu Hao's Art of Refining the Gods".

It is not difficult to say, and it is not easy to say easy.

This method of refining the mystical book is the basic method of "seeing the big from the small, knowing the details" to gradually strengthen the soul and use the consciousness.

At the beginning of the practice, it was very boring. It was to record the spiritual consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness according to the exercises, and then swelled and swelled continuously through circling and spreading, and then circling and compressing in the opposite direction. Steady fell to the ground with a "plop".

Chen Mou was lying on the glazed ground, feeling weak all over his body, feeling the strong dizziness, the uncomfortable nausea that almost turned the world upside down, and he wanted to die.

After more than a quarter of an hour, barely calmed down, got up and sat cross-legged to meditate, exercise and adjust breath, and restore the lost mental power.

Why isn't there an easy and quick exercise that is especially suitable for him?
He believed it was there, but he hadn't found it yet.

In addition to practicing the God-forging chapter, he has also strengthened the simultaneous practice of "photographing" and "suffering strength", and he has been able to throw a fifty-sixty-pound iron block upside down in the air, like juggling, Do not let the iron block fall to the ground for half an hour.

He has a treasure land of cultivation that can quickly recover his soul, and the conditions are so good that outsiders can't envy him.

I have found the method of tempering gods, why don't I practice myself to death?

After three months of inhuman tossing, his face was so abnormally pale every day, entering December, Chen Mou finally had a kind of relief that he would not suffer so much after all the hardships.

Or maybe it's dizzy and dizzy and you get used to it.

Enhanced anti-stunning ability.

With a strong body, it is not so easy to train yourself to fall, and your spirit has increased by about [-]%.

Brother Cui, who has never practiced the "Qiuhao Refining God Art", said that it is relatively easy to train the spirit in the early stage, but it is almost impossible to quickly improve the soul later.

In the midwinter weather with heavy snow, Chen Mou, wearing a thin blue Taoist robe, walked out of the west room and landed in the courtyard.

Leisurely strolling through, he has loved snow days since he was a child.

The goose feathers and heavy snow slid to one side when he was only a foot away from him.

He has already been able to use his invisible consciousness to bounce all approaching snowflakes away soundlessly.

Passing through the snowflakes, a piece of flower does not stick to the body.

His strength has improved a lot.

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(End of this chapter)