After Emperor Xia said goodbye to the masters of the Five Great Immortal Sects, he heard the call of the old ancestor and asked him to go to the forbidden land, and he had something important to explain.

"Ancestor, what's the matter?" Emperor Xia came to the forbidden land and saluted respectfully to the old ancestor.

After waiting for a long time, Emperor Xia didn't wait for the response of the old ancestor, so he secretly raised his head.

When he raised his head, he saw the old ancestor's smiling face, and subconsciously retreated a few steps.

"I heard that you just encouraged Yunzhi and said that she should teach me a lesson?"

Emperor Xia was shocked, the palace was shrouded in an immortal array, and there were only two people present, him and Yunzhi, how did the ancestor know? !

"Nonsense, the immortal array was arranged by me, of course I can listen to it as much as I want!"

"Stinky boy, I think I beat you too few times when I was a child!" The old ancestor stretched out his big hand and pinched Emperor Xia into the forbidden land.

"Old, old ancestor, you start lightly, I grew up watching me, hit me, and it hurts in your heart!"

"Don't worry, my heart is as strong as iron!"

Soon there was a terrible shout from the forbidden place.

It is no wonder that there are rumors in the palace that there are immortal hoodoos suppressed in the forbidden land, and the hoodoos are often consumed by the formation, and let out a miserable wail.

Of course, there are also eunuchs and palace maids who say that it may have been shouted by Emperor Xia, but this speculation is disrespectful and has not spread.

Even if it spreads, people will probably think it's a rumor.

……

"Brother Lu, do you want to learn a new spell, Senior Brother Ji Hongwen wants to teach it." Lu Yang was wearing a capable white suit to practice swords, and the brute bone came up, and with the brute bone was Meng Jingzhou.

"I was also called by the brute." Meng Jingzhou explained with a smile, why not learn one more spell?

"How could Senior Brother Ji Hongwen think of teaching us spells?" Lu Yang is strange.

Ji Hongwen is the eldest disciple of the four elders of Confucianism, and he is good at painting Taoism, and his cultivation is comparable to that of Senior Brother Dai Bufan.

"Oh, that's right." "I think Confucian cultivation should be more elegant in combat, fighting with a sledgehammer like me is not a normal Confucian cultivator's move, so I want to learn some elegant spells." ”

Lu Yang looked at the brute bones in surprise and was shocked.

Could it be that the barbarian bone is about to break through the curse imposed on the barbarian by the immortal fairy? Congratulations, congratulations.

"And my hammer was sent to Li Haoran to be upgraded, and I won't be able to practice the hammer technique for a while, so it's better to find something else."

"Then I found Senior Brother Ji and asked if he could teach me one or two Confucian cultivation spells, he said yes, I asked if I could call the two of you to learn together, and he said yes, no, I will come to you and Brother Meng."

Lu Yang nodded: "I have a heart." ”

The brute bone hurriedly said: "What Brother Lu said, I followed you and Brother Meng and learned a lot of truths, I just took the sheep by the hand, and let Senior Brother Ji teach you when he teaches me." ”

Meng Jingzhou patted the brute on the shoulder: "That's called pushing the boat down the river." ”

"Brother Meng is still erudite."

Meng Jingzhou: "......"

The three of them came to the bamboo forest, Senior Brother Ji Hongwen was dozing in the pavilion, and as soon as the three of them stepped into the bamboo forest, he woke up.

Lu Yang shook his head, this sleep quality was far worse than that of the Immortal Fairy.

The immortal fairy is still sleeping until now, and she is sleeping quite soundly.

"Coming?" Senior Brother Ji greeted with a smile.

"Hello Senior Brother Ji!" The three of them arched their hands and said in unison.

Senior Brother Ji put on a serious expression: "Senior Brother Brute asked me to teach him a style of Confucian cultivation spells, it is indispensable, but Confucian cultivation spells have always been difficult to learn, and you may not be able to learn them, the three of you are all geniuses, I hope you don't get discouraged even if you can't learn it." ”

The brute bone was full of confidence in Lu Yang: "Brother Lu's magic talent is far above me, he will definitely be able to learn it!" ”

Senior Brother Ji shook his head and smiled, feeling that what he said was too exaggerated.

Except for the senior sister, who can guarantee that they will be able to learn spells by themselves?

"This spell I taught you is called Painting the Ground as a Dungeon."

"You should have all heard of this spell, as long as you draw a circle on the ground, you can limit the opponent in the circle, with the fierce attack means, the other party has nowhere to escape if they want to, and they must withstand your attack!"

The eyes of the three of them lit up, but they didn't expect it to be this spell, and the reputation of painting the ground as a prison is quite big.

Draw a circle casually, you can trap the other party, how elegant, it is a first-class immortal means!

"I'll show you how."

Senior Brother Ji stretched out a finger, used his hand as a pen, and gently drew a circle around Lu Yang and the three of them, and the three of them found themselves blocked by an invisible barrier and could not leave.

Brute Bone and Meng Jingzhou tried to break the barrier with brute force, but to no avail.

Lu Yang wanted to leave from the ground with a shrunken ground, but he knocked down the ground solidly, but he didn't succeed.

"Haha, this is painting the ground as a prison." Senior Brother Ji casually canceled the circle.

"If you want to learn to draw a dungeon, you must first be able to draw a circle with your bare hands, and secondly, you must memorize the formula."

Senior Brother Ji asked the three of them to draw a circle, and the three of them drew a zigzag, like a circle surrounded by several caterpillars.

"Look what you're drawing, like an egg." Meng Jingzhou laughed at Lu Yang.

Lu Yang glanced at Meng Jingzhou's painting: "You are not as good as me, the painting is the same as tea eggs." ”

"Tea eggs are worth more than your eggs."

"It's also a hassle to do."

The point of contention between the two gradually drifted away from the painting.

"Practice more, as a monk, it is not difficult to control the body drawing." Senior Brother Ji mentioned the three of them, and Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou stopped the meaningless quarrel.

Sure enough, as Senior Brother Ji said, as long as you consciously control your body, you will soon be able to draw a circle with your bare hands.

"Teach me another mantra, and you will listen well, and remember not only the words, but also the tone of each word!"

"Unstoppable, unspeakable......"

The three of them listened attentively, trying to memorize every word and the tone of each word, stumbling and trying several times before finally remembering them all.

"Finally, and the most difficult point, you must thoroughly understand the mantra and naturally turn it into a spiritual power circulation route in your body in order to successfully cast the spell!"

Ji Hongwen warned the three of them that they should not be slacking off when learning to draw the ground.

The brute recited the mantra silently, trying to cast the painting as a prison, and he circled around himself again and again, but without success.

Meng Jingzhou is stronger than the brute bones, probably because of his better understanding, after he tried to cast it many times, there were occasionally a few circles that could form an invisible cage, but the success rate was too low, and it definitely couldn't be used in actual combat now.

"You don't have to be in a hurry, I think it was the Jindan period when I learned this spell, and even if it was, it took me five days to learn it." Ji Hongwen was afraid of hitting the three of them, but in fact, he learned it after two days of study.

"See how Lu Yang has learned?"

At this time, Lu Yang closed his eyes, and the mantra was repeated over and over again in his mind, he imagined himself as the person who created the spell, imagining what kind of psychology he created this spell out of the first place.

Lu Yang opened his eyes, blazing.

"I will!" Lu Yang is full of confidence, very confident, and calm, like a master who has practiced martial arts for 50 years, coming to the ring and defeating strong enemies while talking and laughing.

Lu Yang's voice attracted the attention of Meng Jingzhou and Mangu, who stopped practicing to see how Lu Yang was doing.

Could it be that Lu Yang can succeed at one time?

Even if he thinks that Brother Lu's magic talent is amazing, he doesn't think that Lu Yang can succeed.

I'm going to practice a few more times.

Lu Yang studied Senior Brother Ji, stretched out his index finger, surrounded himself, and drew a perfect circle.

"Draw the ground as a prison!"

Then Lu Yang noticed that the surrounding scenery changed.

It was dim and silent, the pillars trapped him, and the heavy earth above his head.

This is the dungeon.

Lu Yang: "...... So what I learned was to draw dungeons? ”

(End of chapter)