Mo Hansheng and Li Hongmei came to the bamboo building and sorted out some of the notes left by Lu Chengfeng.

In order to trick the traffickers to the designated place, it is necessary to imitate Lu Chengfeng's notes.

Li Hongmei disliked Mo Hansheng's ugliness, and did not hesitate to take over the task, leaving with a few pairs of calligraphy.

Mo Hansheng looked at the remaining notebooks on the table, a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, a ruthless and vicious person like Lu Chengfeng wrote words that made people have to be impressed.

Even if Mo Hansheng doesn't know anything about calligraphy, he can vaguely see that it is a bit extraordinary.

He picked up the ink strip and began to study the ink in the same way as Li Hongmei, then spread out a blank piece of paper, held the pen and began to copy the words on the notebook.

At the beginning, due to his lack of experience, the pen was too urgent, and even the posture of holding the pen was not quite right, and the words written were crooked, the lines were jerky, and there was no beauty at all.

But Mo Hansheng was not discouraged, according to the few fragmentary memories in his memory, he began to correct the posture of holding the pen after learning from Lu Chengfeng's appearance, and began to imitate Lu Chengfeng's words from one stroke at a time, just like a child's toddler.

Poor works were stacked on the bookcase, and before he knew it, Mo Hansheng gradually fell into his trance, and when he woke up again, it was almost dusk.

He glanced at the sunset gradually falling in the west through the window, put down the brush, and walked to the courtyard with the books of ice basic spells, and happened to bump into Li Hongmei who was walking towards him.

"What are you?" She looked a little distressed.

Mo Hansheng raised the book in Yang's hand.

Li Hongmei understood and said, "I have to take a few more pairs of calligraphy back to study." With that, he walked straight to the bamboo building.

Obviously, her imitation of Lu Chengfeng's handwriting was not very smooth.

After she left, Mo Hansheng picked out the book called Ice Pick Technique and looked through it carefully.

It didn't take long for him to start frowning, his right hand flipping back and forth between the first few pages of the book, never letting go of the wrinkle between his brows, and occasionally biting his thumb in deep thought.

He put down the book and sighed softly, he knew every word on it, but when they were combined, he could only understand three or four points.

Some of the complex acupuncture points and obscure vocabulary mentioned in the book made him even more confused.

There was a hint of exhaustion on his face, if only he could guide his own cultivation like the voice that appeared in Taiyi Xuangong.

Li Hongmei came out of the bamboo building and saw this scene, walked in front of Mo Hansheng, and said casually: "There are a lot of ugly calligraphy in the house, did you write it?" ”

"Yes." Mo Hansheng was already in a bad mood, and when he heard her say this, his face suddenly turned a little dark.

"Did you really write that?" Li Hongmei seemed a little unconvinced.

"I know my handwriting isn't good-looking, so you don't need to stress it all the time." Mo Hansheng's face darkened.

Li Hongmei shook her head, didn't mention this matter again, and asked again: "You've been watching it for a long time, why haven't you started practicing, do you think that practicing spells is a matter of paper?" ”

Mo Hansheng was a little embarrassed, and after a while, he said, "I don't understand some of the formulas in the book. ”

"I don't understand, I'll teach you."

"You?"

Li Hongmei suddenly became very enthusiastic, took the book that recorded spells, and leaned over to Mo Hansheng's side, looking very familiar with him.

After Li Hongmei's detailed explanation, Mo Hansheng was finally able to understand the rare words and meridian acupuncture points in the formula.

"Look, I'll show you." Li Hongmei pinched her hands with both hands, and the true qi in her body began to flow slowly, and an ice crystal the size of a soybean slowly condensed in her palm.

Mo Hansheng was a little surprised and said, "Aren't you cultivating the fire method, why can you cast an ice spell?" ”

"Who said that a monk who practiced the fire method could not perform the ice method, it was just a matter of efficiency. A monk's practice of a spell that is of the same origin as his own body will naturally get twice the result with half the effort, otherwise, it will be twice the result with half the effort, and if he practices a spell that is compatible with his own body, it will be even more difficult to gain than to lose. Therefore, monks generally only practice some simple and practical alien spells, such as ignition for making fires, and wind blows for cleaning houses. Li Hongmeiyu grabbed the ice crystal, crushed it gently, and said with a smile, "The ice method is the same as the water method, and it is compatible with my fire method, so I will perform this technique so slowly, and the ice cube that condenses is only so big." ”

"But you're different, you're an ice spirit yourself, and the effect of practicing the ice method will be much better than mine." Li Hongmei clapped her palms and continued, "It is said that some high-level spells with huge power or special effects generally require a hand pinch spell and a mantra to exert a real effect. And a small spell like the Ice Pick Technique, you only need to let the True Qi flow through the meridians in a fixed route, and finally condense it in your hands to cast it. The mantra is just to allow beginners to smoothly urge the true qi, and once the monk has mastered the route of the true qi, he can abandon the mantra, and after a certain level of profundity, he does not even need to pinch the mantra. It is said that monks who have truly practiced spells to perfection can easily cast spells on all parts of their bodies, and they can truly send and receive them as they wish. ”

Li Hongmei said in a teaching tone, old-fashioned: "Just listen to these words, after all, even a senior like me, who has been practicing for more than ten years, can't completely abandon the technique." Now it's better for you to start from the most basic place, and you need to know the truth that if you want to be fast, you can't reach it. ”

Then, she broke off a thin branch from the willow tree and was ready to start teaching Mo Hansheng how to really cast spells: "Controlling the Six Characters of True Qi Running sounds simple, but it is still difficult to really do it. ”

Mo Hansheng silently recalled the essentials of the operation of true qi that Li Hongmei had taught earlier, and the gray true qi in the sea of qi began to flow rapidly along the meridians, and it seemed that an amazing force was about to surge out in his body.

In the blink of an eye, a five- or six-inch-long ice pick had already condensed on his palm, he looked at Li Hongmei with some doubts, and asked very sincerely: "Where is the difficulty in the operation of true qi?" ”

The cold wind was forested, and a compelling chill emanated from the ice picks, and the afterglow of the setting sun reflected a faint light on the flawless ice crystals, which was so dazzling and dazzling in Li Hongmei's eyes.

She was stunned for a moment, then broke the willow branch without saying a word, turned around and squatted on the ground, and silently drew circles on the dirt with her two branches.

"Forehead ......"

Mo Hansheng wanted to say something, but Li Hongmei interrupted without looking back: "Let me be quiet for a while." ”

Seeing this, Mo Hansheng could only start practicing the spell by himself, and after condensing a few ice picks in a row, he was suddenly surprised to find that the spell did not work.

"What's going on?"

Li Hongmei turned her head to look at the sound when she heard the sound, only to see Mo Hansheng's face a little embarrassed, looking at the empty palm in a daze.

After a little thought, she figured out the reason, and her heart was a little balanced: "Your true qi is exhausted." ”

Mo Hansheng looked at her: "True Qi is exhausted? ”

Li Hongmei said with a slight mockery: "It's good to be able to perform three or four icicle techniques on the first level of the Qi Refining Realm, young people shouldn't be too ambitious." ”

Mo Hansheng closed his eyes and looked inward, and the vacuum of the Qi Sea was empty.

It seems that his realm is really too low, and he has to find a way to improve his cultivation as soon as possible.

Li Hongmei said suddenly: "I failed." ”

Mo Hansheng was stunned for a moment and asked, "What?" ”

Li Hongmei said with a dejected face: "I can't imitate Lu Chengfeng's handwriting." ”

Mo Hansheng said with some regret: "In this way, there is no way to interrogate the traffickers and deceive them out." ”

"No, there's a way." Li Hongmei looked at him with a look of anticipation.

"Do you have a way?"

"No, you have the means."