"Ping An is optimistic. ”

Lu Jianxiong glanced up at him, and casually took a belt, which was his own, which had just been washed and dried and folded, and had not yet been put into the closet.

As a six-rank spirit pattern master, many of his clothes are made of special materials, which can be used as a blank for spirit patterns, and he has not less imprinted spirit pattern arrays on them to enhance his defense.

Chen Ping'an stared at him with burning eyes, only to see him holding his belt in one hand, spreading out his palm to spread the place on the palm, and pinching the law with the other hand, his gestures kept changing.

A phantom of the spirit pattern gradually rose from the plank and flew away from the plank, and it could be seen that this spirit pattern was controlled, not flying freely in disorder, but slowly flying with his gestures.

I saw his fingers change, and finally grabbed it in the air, pressed it to the belt on his palm, and whispered "Duh" in his mouth.

A ripple flashed, and the spirit pattern phantom in the air disappeared, and the belt in his palm lit up with a flash of light, and disappeared.

"It's done. ”

Chen Ping'an exclaimed in surprise, reached out and took the belt handed over by Lu Jianxiong, and looked at it seriously.

Lu Jianxiong smiled slightly, looked at him and asked, "Can you see the clues?" ”

Chen Ping'an thought for a moment when he heard this, and said hesitantly: "Is it that the rhythm of the breath and the law is different, so that the spirit pattern phantom can be better controlled?"

"Hehehe... It is worthy of being a talent valued by the old man. ”

Lu Jianxiong smiled, looked at him approvingly and explained: "That's right, the so-called spirit pattern technique, is the spirit pattern master uses a strong spirit to drive, in order to communicate with it, the same reason, if you want to control it, you must understand the spirit pattern you depict, what kind of function it has, different functions, the rhythm is different, and the breath is the most important factor for the monk to ensure the circulation of his spirit element, the addition of the two can control the spirit pattern, according to your ideas to arrange it as you like... ”

Looking at his sudden realization, Lu Jianxiong said with a smile: "Now I understand, this truth is actually worthless, but it will not be written in the book. ”

Chen Ping'an's chick nodded like a peck pecking rice, his face was full of joy and he couldn't hide the joy in his heart, he learned another skill, Lu Jianxiong has always taught him like this, and he was more patient than when his mother-in-law taught him.

Knowing what to do, he couldn't help but feel itchy anymore, so he carved a spirit pattern on the spot and learned the skills he had just comprehended.

After a lot of effort, he finally succeeded in branding, and before he had time to wipe his sweat, he jumped up and cheered: "President... President... Look, I've made it ... ”

Holding the belt and offering a treasure, he showed it to Lu Jianxiong, his eyes flashing with excitement.

Lu Jianxiong laughed, took the belt and glanced at it, and said teasingly: "Ping'an, you have succeeded, but this is my belt, you have been branded with a spirit pattern, which is completely inconsistent with the original one, how can I design the spirit array again." ”

"Ahh That one... President, I didn't mean to... I... I'll go first... ”

Saying that, he hurriedly ran away, for fear that Lu Jianxiong would ask him to compensate for the belt, which was made of materials soaked in Yimu Xiao's essence blood, and he couldn't afford to pay for it.

Seeing him fleeing in the wilderness, for fear that he would stop him, Lu Jianxiong laughed, he didn't mind at all, this treasure soaked in the blood of the fifth-order desolate beast essence had to be re-refined.

Back home, Chen Ping'an forgot about it, in fact, he also knew that Lu Jianxiong would not ask him for compensation, retraining was a big deal for him, but it was just a small matter for Lu Jianxiong.

Now he was obsessed with the skills he had just learned, and he was busy carving, sealing the spirit patterns, and imprinting them on all kinds of soft blanks, until his tired spirit was tired and his spirit was tired.

He slept for a whole day and a night, and didn't wake up until dusk the next day, pounding his head and still feeling in bad spirits, which made him start to be vigilant.

"No, my mother-in-law said that the most important thing for a monk is to have a strong spirit, and you can't do this anymore, otherwise you will die prematurely. ”

Talking to himself, he hurriedly went to take a shower and eat something, and then stopped practicing the spirit pattern technique, sat cross-legged and practiced the exercises, and recuperated his soul well.

In the days that followed, he no longer dared to indulge in spirit pattern art, but instead combed through martial arts, played a flute to entertain himself in his spare time, and studied spirit pattern art and alchemy as concoctions.

Slowly, he found that this made him better able to understand these two crafts, often in the most relaxed state, he would suddenly have a flash of inspiration, and some problems that he usually couldn't figure out were solved by the ideas that suddenly popped up.

On this day, he had just solved a problem of controlling the spirit pattern, and the old man He came in with his hands behind his back, swaggering, and shouted: "Ping An stinky boy, get out of the old man, get ready, the old man will take you to the wild to see and learn." ”

Chen Ping'an was in the study, and when he heard this cry, he smiled helplessly: "This He Lao came in over the wall again, why don't you like to go through the front door at such an old age." ”

After all, he still ran out quickly, the old man He's ears were pointed, and everyone heard his muttering from afar, and when he came in, he blew his beard and stared: "The stinky boy has itchy skin, right, who said that he climbed over the wall, the old man is over the wall, and the little thief is over the wall, do you see the old man... ”

"It's not like ... Of course not. ”

Chen Ping'an's head shook like a rattle, and he asked, "He Lao just said that he was going to the wilderness, did he want to collect medicine?

Old man He was successfully led astray, nodded and replied to him: "The old man who collects medicine or something has bad legs and feet, so he doesn't need to go in person, isn't that you kid said last time that he hadn't seen hunting wild beasts, the old man is idle today, take you to play." ”

"Ahh Hunt down wild beasts. ”

Chen Ping'an's eyes widened, his face was unnatural, after learning alchemy last time, he was envious that people could go hunting in the wild, but he didn't expect Old Man He to remember.

In fact, how dare he hunt wild beasts, life is the most important thing, he has always been timid and afraid of death, he would rather stay in a safe city all day, so he is unwilling to go to the wild.

But this time, the old man He personally came to the door to take him, and he couldn't say no, who is this old man, he doesn't need to hunt the desolate beast by himself at all, what materials do you want to say, someone will send it to him.

Baba ran to take him around, this is to look at him differently, peeked at the old man with low eyebrows, saw him crossed Erlang's legs, leisurely took out the small gourd he brought, drank a little wine and waited for himself, so he had to promise to go back to the house to prepare.