On the top of the mountain, the biting cold wind of hunting was blowing rudely. Wu Yan did not move in the wind, her feet were frozen dozens of feet deep barren land and rocks, looking at the scenery in the distance, the undulating mountains were continuous, and the clouds in the sky kept changing with the blowing of the wind. Wu Yan was unaware of the scenery in front of her and the biting cold wind blowing on her body, I don't know how long it took, she suddenly raised her eyebrows slightly, and the corner of her eyes saw that the sky in the east had become dark blue, and when she looked up at the night sky, the clear and clear sky of shining stars was gradually disappearing.

Still expressionless, she walked slowly down the mountain. She walked on the steep slope of the mountain, just as she usually walked on flat ground.

She suddenly thought that she didn't know if Wu Suomu was still waiting for her halfway up the mountain. Last night, she had a long conversation with Wu Suomu, Wu Suomu mentioned the power of the shaman he carried, and explained: "After the ancestors of Wujiang explained the basic principles of the spells they practiced, the shamans were amazed, and they also told the principles of shamanic spells.

The shamans also smiled bitterly, saying that this situation has been going on for a long time, that shamanic magic did not seem to be perfect at the beginning of its birth, and that later shamans had worked together to correct it, but still could not remedy the loopholes, and that during this time there was also a shaman who was recognized as the most gifted, and who had exhausted his life's energy and still had to complete the project. Therefore, the later shamans thought that they could not surpass this one in terms of talent, so they had to give up completely.

Later shamans did not unrealistically hope to be able to supplement the shamanic spells to perfection, but gradually repaired them in the process of cultivation, piecing together them, just hoping to cross some unreasonable hurdles, make small repairs and make up some loopholes, and be able to continue cultivating.

Although the ancestors of Wujiang have a lot of experience in their own magic, they are very unfamiliar with shamanic magic after all, and naturally they are not confident that they can complete the big projects that so many shamans have not completed in the past. So he simply said that there was nothing he could do about the various flaws in shamanic spells.

The shamans came with hope, and when they heard these words from the ancestors of Wujiang, they all showed signs of dismay. But they were not willing to give up, and still asked the ancestors of Wujiang to help think of a way to see if they could get inspiration from the Central Plains magic and come up with a solution that would only benefit the shamanic magic in the slightest. ”

Later, I really thought of a way for him. Wu Yan thought of the shaman power he had seen in the daytime yesterday, and it seemed to be slightly different from the power fluctuations on the shaman's body four hundred years ago.

"I thought of it, but it didn't correct the cultivation process. Wu Suomu was also a little helpless when he said it: "The basic principles on which shamanic magic is based are faulty, and they don't make sense at all. There is a problem with the foundation, and no matter how much the process at the top is changed, it can't be changed.

However, the way the shamanic spell is used to exert its power, but it gave inspiration to the ancestors of Wujiang. No matter how different the process of cultivation is between each shaman, the way in which the power is finally induced is indeed the same. When fighting, it is necessary to run the power in the twelve main veins in the body little by little, slowly accumulate it, and finally release it in one breath. This causes the shaman to exert his power very slowly and untimely. Far inferior to the handprints in the hands of the Wujiang ancestors, the Wujiang ancestors put forward an idea in this regard, that is, whether they can improve the bearing capacity of their own meridians and shorten the process of accumulating strength, so that they can launch attacks faster. ”

"This?" Wu Yan felt a little crooked, "This is different from the original intention of the shamans to ask for advice." People want to get help with cultivation, but Wujiang has improved the way of exerting force in battle. ”

"It's a little different. Wu Suomu smiled a little bitterly: "However, this method of exerting force can be regarded as the second biggest problem that plagues shamans after the difficulty of cultivation. They are also grateful for this. ”

"Okay. Wu Yan felt a little helpless, he didn't expect that this shaman's spell had so many shortcomings, and it could be passed down for so long, if it was in the Central Plains, this kind of spell that had been followed for a long time and still not perfected would have been practiced by no one for a long time. "So, did you later teach this method to shamans from other races?"

"Nearly eighty or ninety percent of the shamans on the grasslands now use this method. Wu Suomu said. "But there was no deliberate propagation at the time, but sometimes other shamans came here, or shamans here traveled to other places. After the two parties meet, when they sit down to discuss their experience in practicing the technique, they usually tell each other. ”

"I see. Wujiang did a pretty good job. "Wu Yan is proud of his old subordinates, and it is remarkable that he can change the spells of the other party and be recognized by the vast majority of shamans in the grasslands.

"Yes, Wujiang ancestors are very powerful. Otherwise, he is recognized as powerful. Wu Suomu was also full of pride: "After the initial spread for a period of time, the shamans on the grassland knew that there was a new way to promote energy, and they came here almost in groups to ask for advice, and in those ten years, the shamans came and went, walked and came, and this place has always maintained the number of shamans on the grassland. Within about fifty years, this method had spread throughout the steppe and gained the approval of all shamans. As for the remaining shamans who did not use this method, it was not that they disagreed, but they were stubbornly conservative, and they thought that although it was better after improvement, if they did not change it, it was the most authentic shamanic technique. ”

"Authentic. Wu Yanlian stepped on the bare mountain rocks, and as she walked, she remembered last night's conversation, and sneered at those old-fashioned but self-righteous shamans in her heart, she herself was not an old-fashioned person, otherwise with the complete spells that had been passed down for thousands of years in the Lich Clan, how could she bother to develop an immortal Gu that had never been seen before?

She thought to herself that if she had put herself on the grassland to cultivate this kind of trick full of loopholes, she would have changed it beyond recognition a long time ago, and where would she make minor repairs.

She returned halfway up the mountain and saw that Wu Suomu had not left, and was sleepily leaning on Wu Jiang's tombstone and napping.

Although Wu Suomu, a mighty man, has excellent physical fitness, he will inevitably have a fever for a few days if he sleeps in the middle of the night on this cold and windy mountain.

Wu Yan waved his hand in the air, waking up Wu Suomu. The prairie man shivered suddenly, suddenly felt so cold, and then saw Wu Yan who had just walked down the mountain. The night before, Wu Yan said that he was going to the top of the mountain for a while, and Wu Suomu immediately said that he wanted to follow along, but Wu Yan refused. Wu Yan asked him to take care of himself, go down the mountain and go back to sleep, stay here and wait for herself, in short, don't come with her, she wants to be alone for a while.

"Master, you're back. "This loyal steppe man did not go down the mountain, but stayed here and waited.

"It's dawn. Let's go back. Wu Yan said. At this position on the mountainside, the hazy line where the eastern heaven and earth meet can be faintly seen, revealing the bright rays of the sun.

"Yes, master. Wu Suomu followed Wu Yan down the mountain. "Master, do you want to take some time to gather the clansmen in the village in the past two days, hold a meeting for everyone, and say something?"

"What did you say?" Wu Yan raised his eyebrows, squeezing out a trace of wrinkles on his delicate brows.

"Say whatever you want. When you come, people always want to get in touch with you, listen to what you say, whatever you say. Wu Suomu paused, and then said: "When the ancestor of Wujiang was building the palace, he mentioned that he deliberately copied the Jinluan Palace, where the emperors of the Central Plains discussed with the hundred ministers. He also carved a dragon chair from the best wood and placed it on a high platform in the temple. He said that if you sit on it, you will definitely be more energetic than the emperor of the Central Plains. ”

Wu Yan was grateful for Wu Jiang's loyalty and carefulness, but when he thought that the emperor's hundred officials were all selected from the imperial examination, and the people who lived in this corner were just ordinary people, and even most of them were women, children, old and young. And I'm not interested in the dragon chair, but I'm addicted to it.

"No need, you can communicate something. Wu Yan thought about it again as he walked down the mountain: "Usually nothing happens. You need to take care of your diet and daily life, and you can do the rest of your life as usual. ”

"Yes. Master. After Wu Suomu finished speaking, he asked again: "Then if we need to trouble you with something, can you please ......?"

"Yes. Wu Yan nodded without hesitation, after all, they are all descendants of Wu Jiang, and they are all sticking to their mission and waiting for themselves, if they encounter tricky trouble, Wu Yan is still willing to solve it for them.

"Thank you, master!" Wu Suomu, who was following Wu Yan, knelt on the rocks with a plop, and his knees didn't hurt, he felt that his master was really too approachable and loved them too much. I was so moved that I kowtowed again and again.

"How many times have I said it, don't kneel at every turn!" Wu Yan frowned slightly, and without any movement, an invisible force lifted Wu Suomu again.

"Yes, master!" Wu Suomu was so grateful that he was about to cry, no wonder the ancestors of Wujiang were so loyal to his master. He silently swore in his heart that he must inherit the will of Wujiang's ancestors and dedicate his loyalty to his master to the end!

Wu Yan didn't say anything, calmly walked in front, and walked down the mountain with Wu Suomu without hurrying.