In addition to this, it is the item left behind by Fang Gongzi and the scholar after the fire burns.

Fang Gongzi's seal was completely shattered with the death of his master, and the hair on the brush had been scorched, and the remaining pen barrel might still have some effect.

However, the jade pendant on his waist was intact, and this thing could perfectly shield the qi and blood divine soul and qi refining cultivation, which was an unexpected joy. In the eyes of Bai Ze's spirit, Fang Gongzi has always been an ordinary person, which is the effect of this jade pendant.

Then there is the inkstone, which has only a shallow layer of ink in it. Gu Liuying said that this inkstone can already be regarded as a magic weapon. There are two functions, one is to protect the ink effect, and the other is to prepare and grind the ink, which will be added a layer of "smart" effect, and the painted object will be lighter and faster.

The scholar's relics were even more bleak under the fire, and he also left an inkstone, but compared to Fang Gongzi's, this inkstone did not have an effect, and it was more than a step worse.

In addition to this, the scholar also left a piece of silk cloth with a painting of the hut and a bookcase inside. On the bookcase was a thin book, a bronze mirror, and a thick stack of drawing paper. There is a map of the acupuncture points of ancient Chinese medicine hanging on the wall next to it, and if you look closely, there seem to be small characters written on several acupuncture points on the map.

Rao is paintings on the silk cloth are lifelike, and Bai Ze has excellent eyesight, and he can only see here, and the handwriting on the painting paper books and acupuncture points is completely unclear.

But it can survive in the fire, this silk cloth is definitely not ordinary, Bai Ze rummaged through the fat boss's book, and he vaguely remembered that there was a description of this silk cloth in the book.

The fat boss has been in Painting Xianzhai for nearly 20 years, although he has been bullied, but he has also practiced the practice of painting Xianzhai and wrote down a lot of secrets in it.

Bai Ze turned to those pages, and it told that the painting immortal practice was special. The normal exercises are fixed to start from a certain acupoint, practice until the end of the acupoint, and complete a big week to spend the enlightenment.

Painting immortals is different, they don't cultivate Zhoutian, they only cultivate scattered acupoints, so they can theoretically open more than 1,000 acupoints during the enlightenment period.

Of course, there are great disadvantages to this, first of all, if the acupuncture points are opened too much, the cultivation time of the enlightenment period will be extended indefinitely. In addition, the acupuncture points are not connected to the meridians, forming Zhou Tian, and the explosive power of a spell will be reduced a lot. After all, it is Zhou Tian's one hundred and eighty acupuncture points to work together.

However, painting immortals to fight the enemy, a body of spiritual power does not need to explode at all, but the larger the amount injected into the inkstone, the more powerful the ink will be formed.

Therefore, the upper limit of painting immortal monks is high, and the lower limit is low. If you fall into his paintings, even enemies who are much stronger than him are likely to be played to death in the paintings. But if the outside world sees through their illusions, the powerless monk will become a lamb to the slaughter.

Painting the legend of Xianzhai, although their practice period seems to be weak, but once the Dan is knotted, because a large number of acupuncture points are opened to build a solid foundation, the quality of the condensed Jindan will be extremely high.

Therefore, although there are very obvious drawbacks, before the great changes in heaven and earth, it is still one of the top methods in the original world.

Bai Ze turned the page, and the place where the important items of Xianzhai were written in the back really mentioned the silk cloth.

That silk cloth is one of the most important inheritance items in this realm, and it is a place where successive masters and extremely talented disciples have opened their minds to practice and choose their directions.

But this canvas has been controlled by the lord or the descendants of the lord for generations, and how to enter it is probably only known to them.

Bai Ze tried to sense the silk cloth, but although the spirit could feel the aura on it, it was as if he had seen a piece of wood, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Looking at the invincible feats of the ghost king in the book, Bai Ze frowned slightly, since there was no hope for the time being, he could only try to transform the half-demon and use foreign objects.

Transforming a half-demon is undoubtedly the best way to improve combat effectiveness in the short term! Bai Ze clutched the silk cloth tightly and looked at the bottle on the table that emitted a demonic light.

In the dark night, the night sky after the spring rain seemed sparsely moonlit, and in a wilderness not far from the capital, four strong sergeants were separated, and their bodies were twitching on the ground. A touch of white fluttered gently in the wind, and the paper man casually threw away the blood-stained paper sword, and a pair of painted eyes stared at the empty space.

Four spirit runes floated in mid-air out of thin air, and the thin Taoist observed for a while, his face showing displeasure. He pinched the spell, and four pitch-black short thorns appeared out of thin air, shattering the four souls in the air.

The thin Taoist man's face was gloomy, and he was about to continue to look for the soul with strong yang energy, but the bell on his body rang suddenly. He picked up the bell and sensed it, but his face was happy, and he drove the carriage in a certain direction.

In the second half of the night, the air was a little cold. As the bell rang again, a demon with a blue face and fangs, more than five meters tall, appeared in front of the carriage from the wilderness.

The thin Taoist couldn't help but laugh and jumped out of the carriage, he gently stroked the rough calves of the evil ghost, and his eyes were like water tenderness, as if he were caressing a beautiful lover.

At this time, there was a mournful pleading voice from the head of the thin Daoist: "Lord Ghost General, we have found Lord Ghost Disciple, can you put me down?"

Looking closely, it turned out that the evil ghost was holding a Taoist priest with a mournful face in his hands. The thin Taoist gently patted the demon's calf, the demon was a little clumsy, stared at the scarlet eyes and thought for a while, and suddenly let go of his hand.

The Taoist priest sat on the ground from a height of three or four meters. The Taoist priest covered his buttocks, couldn't help but moan, felt extremely painful, and wondered if the tail vertebrae were broken.

The corners of his mouth twitched with cold air, but he didn't dare to delay at all, he got up with a nervous face, and half-knelt on the ground, and said with some stammer:

"Lord Ghost Disciple, do you remember the villain? ”

The thin Taoist was noncommittal, and patted the obedient ghost general with satisfaction, with a smug look in his eyes, and asked casually: "Lord ghost?"

The Qingling Taoist priest reacted immediately, "snapped" and slapped himself a few big mouths, his face was flushed, and he cautiously smiled and said, "Look at my rotten mouth, Lord Ghost King, please punish me!"

The thin Taoist looked up to the sky and laughed again, and the Qingling Taoist also laughed.

The tall ghost general on the side was puzzled and laughed stupidly, but his voice was extremely thick and faintly harsh. The Qingling Taoist priest seemed to have received a heavy blow to his head, and blood flowed from his nose.

The thin Taoist calmed the ghost general, and asked with his hands behind his back, "Tell me, what news did the old ghost bring me when he died?" ”

The Qingling Taoist wiped the blood from his nose, shook his head to be sober, and did not dare to delay at all, took out a ghostly cloth bag from his chest, and presented a letter.