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There was no road in the forest, and Zhang Jiabao insisted on walking in a straight line, and the three of them had to climb the rocks and cross the slope frequently, so they walked slowly. It was close to noon when I set out, and I walked more than forty miles in the evening.

Passing by a large flat sloping sky-looking stone, the three of them decided to spend the night here. Taking advantage of the night dew, Su Qi Jingli cut some grass with a sickle and spread it on the stone slab, borrowed the residual heat of the stone to dry it, and unfolded the deerskin on it, which was the bed.

Dinner was a few frogs caught on the grass by a stream, Su Qijingli was used to it, and she didn't pay attention to what she ate, Zhang Jiabao even ate toads and insects at the bottom of the abyss, and he wouldn't mind.

After eating, Su Qi Jingli climbed up the Wangtian Stone and slept in the deerskin quilt. Zhang Jiabao was next to their stone beds, padding hay and sacks under him to avoid being harassed by insects and ants while sleeping.

Before going to bed, I added some firewood to the fire, and the bonfire was in full swing at this time, and it was estimated that it would burn until the second half of the night. Beasts are afraid of fire and are unlikely to raid them.

But tonight the moon is full. The night cries of mandrills and timberwolves in the distance seemed to be much more excited, one after another, as if they were arrogant.

Hearing the hoarse birds in the forest, looking for the sound, I saw the black forest pitch. The bare trunks of the skewed and twisted trees that had just sprouted scattered shoots were like toothless old women, like evil witches, and like demons dancing wildly.

After seeing the tree god, Zhang Jiabao felt that everything could have wisdom. For example, these perverse trees, when you observe them, they are silent, when you close your eyes, the wind rises and sways the branches, it is their quiet whisper, discussing whether to eat you or not.

As he lay down, a stiff and tortuous branch stretched out in front of his eyes, like a huge creature with a skeleton, and hugged the full moon with its claws.

After thinking about it for a while, when Zhang Jiabao was drowsy, there was a strange blackbird flying overhead and hiding in the black forest. It was as if it was the messenger of the tree spirit, knocking on these uninvited guests.

Zhang Jiabao cursed, seeing that there was nothing abnormal in the forest, but he was not sleepy.

"Let's practice. "It's a rare place to be quiet, perfect for meditation.

The Deep Meditation technique created by the Ancestor of Magic, Bao Qirui, is the initiation of all magicians. Start by sitting cross-legged and taking a few long, slow, deep, breathing breaths to calm your mind, placing your hands on your knees. The function of this flower finger may be to communicate the meridians and command the spirit of the whole body.

Zhang Jiabao felt more and more that magic and cultivation had something in common, and that the Westerners neither had nor recognized the meridian theory, and perhaps one day they could use it to integrate magic into the cultivation of truth and restore the declining cultivation system.

Then meditate on the three syllables "Ah, U, M", these three sounds are magical, and meditating on them will soon harmonize the breath, the feeling, the body and mind, and the mind, and enter a wonderful state of purity, selflessness.

As if an emotionless bystander, a red glimmer gradually appeared in the mind of a dark nothingness. That is the fire element, and the fireball technique is the only magic that Zhang Jiabao knows at the moment.

There is also a will in the realm of selflessness, and Zhang Jiabao's thoughts turned into countless tentacles, grabbing a little red light from outside the boundary of nothingness. Like the creator of a small world, and like a child playing with mud, he is constantly collecting the materials he needs.

As the points of light gathered, the void world grew brighter and brighter. It seems that the Holy Spring can contain a lot more fire elements than when I first learned the fireball technique, but now that it has reached its limit, if you want to absorb more fire elements from the outside world, your brain will feel dizzy.

Yu Jin didn't teach him how to cultivate next, he only knew that when his spiritual power increased to a certain level, a crystal nucleus would form in the holy spring, which could stably store a large number of elements, and then the power and staying power of magic would reach a higher level.

Cultivation is a dripping effort, and we must not slack off or be in a hurry. Zhang Jiabao finished his meditation and suddenly remembered the Sixty Jiazi Seal's Ugly Thunderbolt Fire Technique. Why not practice?

The whole set of sixty Jiazi seals is very complicated, and each technique has a corresponding method of meaning and meridians, because the meridians are divided into yin and yang, and the viscera has the genus of five elements. And Zhang Jiabao will only know the set of thunderbolt fire tricks taught by his senior brother.

The method of sealing has not been practiced for a long time, and Zhang Jiabao has practiced more than 20 times before it is skillfully knotted. As his mind finished wandering through the meridians, he felt a slight sensation of heat in his right index finger, and he involuntarily shook it.

With a "squeak", a small ball of fire exploded at the fingertips, and it was fleeting.

Zhang Jiabao smiled dumbly, does this refer to fart techniques? It is completely incomparable to the fireworks released by the senior brother with the same technique.

The afterglow of the deep meditation just now was still there, and he clearly sensed that a small amount of fire element in the holy spring was transferred to his fingertips, and it was compressed and ejected through the action of the seal, and released out of his body.

However, the Fireball Technique simply concentrates the elements in the Holy Spring into the hands through shallow meditation, so it seems that the cultivation difficulty of the Thunderbolt Fire Technique is much higher than that of the Fireball Technique.

The night was deep, and the howls of the beasts in the distance had ceased. Zhang Jiabao still didn't want to sleep, he entered deep meditation again, he wanted to try to communicate with the wood element.

Yu Jin said that each element has a different color, and the wood element is green. After Zhang Jiabao learned the fireball technique, he tried to communicate with other elements, but after entering meditation, the holy spring was filled with red light, and if he meditated on other colored light points, he would not be able to concentrate his mind no matter what. Once he was too stubborn and fell seriously ill with a fever for several days.

And this time it went surprisingly well, and the green points of light gradually appeared in that void, blending with the dense red points of light, beating disorderly and not interfering with each other. It is much easier to continuously absorb green points of light from the outside world with your mind than when you gathered the fire elemental in the first place. The green light was like a frenzied moth to a fire, and it soon filled the void, equal to the red light.

Being able to do this is undoubtedly the credit of the Tree God Source Species in the body.

Zhang Jiabao tried to peel off the green light and concentrate it on the palm of his hand, but suddenly felt a headache, as if he had to tie up countless ants with a thin sewing thread, which consumed more energy than the graduation exam of the magic school that year. I had to give up.

"What are you doing?" but Su woke up.

"I can't sleep, I'm practicing. Zhang Jiabao rubbed his head, "Don't talk to me when you see me sitting cross-legged like this in the future, it will easily make me crazy." ”

"Oh. Come up and sleep, it's cold down there. Su Qi greeted.

Zhang Jiabao climbed on the stone and lay on Su Qi's left side, and Su Qi covered the deerskin quilt a little over him.

Practicing is really a good medicine for insomnia, and Zhang Jiabao is very sleepy now. Su Qi's fluffy arm made him feel very comfortable, and he scratched it in a daze. Su Qi was very useful, and he fell asleep after a while.

The moon has already crossed most of the sky, and it is almost the end of its work for the day. The campfire also turned into a smoking pile of ashes. A tiger passed by, smelled the scent, and came over curiously.

The thick palms of flesh turned silently, and the yellow-green eyes were glowing. The tiger walked to the Wangtian Stone, stood up on its forelimbs and lay on the stone, sniffing at Zhang Jiabao's face, as if wondering what the creature under the deerskin was.

The tiger's whiskers pierced Zhang Jiabao's face very itchy. Raise your hand and touch it, warm, fluffy. Maybe he thought it was Su Qi or Jingli in his sleep, so he kept touching it. The tiger narrowed its eyes and raised its chin, accepting the creature's overture.

After touching it for a while, Zhang Jiabao was so sleepy that his hand finally fell off. The tiger licked his forehead and turned away.

In the early morning of the next day, when Su Qijingli was packing up her things, she found tiger footprints on the sand on the ground. Zhang Jiabao was startled and asked why the tiger didn't eat them.

"Look at the footprints are a half-sized tiger, maybe it's not hungry, or maybe it's just out to play. Su Qi said.

Despite the danger, the trio decided to take turns keeping vigil every night when they went to bed.