"Gathering the wind is spiritual, and the sun is less merchant, and the hand knots the five-grade lotus flower is printed ......"

Zhao Lin stood in his small courtyard, pacing back and forth.

Holding the "Preliminary Study of the First Order Spells of Chenghua Sect" in his hand, he read the words in his mouth, and figured out the spell formulas in the book.

The empty hand was not idle, and kept producing various Dao mudras.

After the pulse was opened, the disciples began to have magical powers, and the Lingdao Academy also began to teach spells.

There are many magical things about spells, and the disciples are full of interest and practice them tirelessly.

Zhao Lin was naturally no exception, but compared to others, he also figured out the basic principles of spells and their underlying logic.

Spells are not born out of thin air, nor are they given by the so-called gods, but the power of the laws generated by monks using the laws of heaven and earth and triggered by their own spiritual power.

It can be understood in this way that heaven and earth are divided into yin and yang, yin and yang are five elements, and the air is filled with a large number of "particles" of the five elements.

When the monk releases the spell, he integrates these "particles" of the five elements and guides and releases them according to their laws.

It's like igniting explosives with a fuse.

As for the exogenous genera such as wind, ice and thunder, they are actually derived from the five elements, and there is no need to consider them separately.

In the Dao world, the laws of heaven and earth exist as objectively as the laws of physics in previous lives, but both exist in this world.

"Wind Knife Technique!"

Zhao Lin snorted lightly, hooked the little finger with the thumb of his right hand, swirled inward and downward, and waved his hand to create a green qi.

The green qi condensed in the air, turned into a small three-inch-long flying knife, and flew crookedly towards the corner of the courtyard.

Zhao Lin raised his eyebrows, and his eyes showed a look of joy, but when he saw that the wind knife only flew more than two feet away, the color instantly faded, and then disappeared.

"It seems that the most basic spells are not so easy to practice, and this heat is still far from the beginning."

Zhao Lin shook his head slightly.

Spells are divided into six levels according to the level of mastery: beginner, proficient, small, proficient, large, and perfect.

These ranks represent the monk's understanding of the laws and his ability to use spells.

Nothing to do with mana.

For the same spell, if both the Foundation Building Monk and the Qi Refining Monk are only at the entry level, then the former must have the advantage, because the Foundation Building Monk's mana is more powerful.

However, if the Qi Refining Cultivator cultivates the spell to a small level, or even proficiently, and can make more effective and reasonable use of the laws of heaven and earth, then he can defeat the Foundation Building Cultivator.

It is equivalent to using an external force.

Even the lowest-level spells, if they are cultivated to perfection or even perfection, are extremely powerful, but no one may be willing to spend so much energy.

Each level of a spell increases the amount of energy invested.

Cultivating spells depends on talent and hard work.

Zhao Lin's talent is not bad, but it is not top-notch, so he naturally has to work harder.

"Gollum ......"

A rooster crows in the belly.

Zhao Lin frowned, he wanted to continue cultivating spells, but found that there was not much spiritual power left in his body.

I had to sigh lightly, walked into the hall, took out the lock bag from the cabinet, and grabbed a handful of crystal clear "Lingmi" covered with a layer of golden grease.

A fragrant aroma suddenly wafted from the room.

Mortal food contains turbidity, and after becoming a monk, you can no longer eat ordinary food, otherwise you will have to spend energy refining it, which is not conducive to cultivation.

Not only does Lingmi not have impurities and turbidity, but it can also replenish spiritual power, which is the basic "ration" of monks.

Taking Lingmi, the body can be completely refined and absorbed, and no longer produces any impurities, and there is no need for "Izugong".

Xiaoding was used to cook rice, not the medicine tripod that Zhao Lin thought at first.

He put the spirit rice into Xiaoding, hesitated for a moment, and twisted dozens of grains into it.

The Spirit Dao Academy distributes ten catties of spiritual rice to its disciples every month, although it can provide energy, but ...... Unsatisfying.

Disciples who are accustomed to eating big fish and meat in the mortal world are very unaccustomed to this, just like they can survive with only glucose, but no one wants to live like that.

Of course, there is no way for monks to want to eat delicious food, and that is spiritual food.

Lingshan is a unique method to remove turbidity impurities, retain aura, and cook delicious food by using demon beasts and spirit beasts.

It can not only replenish spiritual power, but also allow monks to feast on their mouths, which is really a good product for cultivating and replenishing qi.

It's a pity that the spiritual food is expensive, it is a luxury, and the disciples have just entered the sect and are penniless, where can they afford to eat?

Some disciples even wandered around the mortal dining hall for nothing else, just to smell the food.

For Zhao Lin, the appetite is still secondary, and the key is not enough to eat.

He is tall and strong, and the amount of food he eats is much larger than that of the teenagers, and he only eats three taels of spiritual rice every day, which is really not enough.

It is estimated that when the Lingdao Academy formulated the ration rules, it did not consider the minority group of martial arts cultivation at all.

There were also delicious disciples who wanted to ask for more spiritual rice from the Dao Academy, but they were ruthlessly rejected by the Dao Governor Elders.

The reason is that three taels of spiritual rice is enough for daily needs, and no matter how much you eat, it is a waste, and if you persist for a while, your body will naturally get used to it.

Seeing this, Zhao Lin dispelled his thoughts, and added more water when cooking rice, boiled it into rice porridge, fooled his belly, and increased his satiety.

When Li Sancai came over to ask for words, he found that Zhao Lin's spiritual rice was not enough to eat, and he expressed his willingness to give him his spiritual rice.

"Senior Brother Zhao, I haven't eaten enough since I was a child, and I can't finish eating these spiritual rice......"

Zhao Lin immediately interrupted him, "You haven't eaten enough since you were a child, and now that you are so easy to eat, don't be hungry anymore, senior brother is fine." ”

Boiling the spiritual rice, the ding makes a "goo-goo" sound.

Through the rising smoke, Zhao Lin could be seen with a little worry on his face.

The problem of eating is nothing, at most he can overcome it, what he is worried about is cultivation.

After nearly two months of joining the sect, he could already clearly see the talent gap between the disciples.

Lin Chaoran rode the dust, and had already broken through the nineteen spiritual apertures, and it was estimated that he would be able to enter the third layer of qi refining next month, and the speed was terrifying.

Several disciples of the top-grade spiritual roots also rushed through more than ten spiritual apertures, and were about to touch the threshold of the second layer of qi refining.

Zhao Lin didn't feel jealous, cultivation was his own business, no matter how fast others cultivated, he wouldn't lose a piece of meat.

But if we continue to develop like this, there is little hope for building a foundation in the future.

Building a foundation is one out of a hundred, for all the monks in the Xuanyuan Continent.

In a big sect like Chenghua Sect, you can increase the success rate a little bit through pills and exercises, but it's just one and a half more.

There are forty-five disciples in this year, how many of them can build the foundation? How many people are in the Purple Mansion?

The outlook is not encouraging.

Zhao Lin heard about the deeds of Lu Yuanxiu, the predecessor of the Xingyun Sect, and his people were able to cultivate to the Purple Mansion Realm, on the one hand, they had great luck, and on the other hand, they also died several times, and they made great contributions to the sect before they got abundant resources.

The same path may not be possible for you.

Naturally, he thought of the spirit beast diagram.

There was an empty grid in the spirit beast diagram, which was originally reserved for the spirit that could live forever, but now it seems that such a creature does not exist at all.

If you want to live forever, the best way is to cultivate to a higher realm.

What kind of demon beast's spirit can speed up cultivation?

During this time, Zhao Lin often stayed in the library to consult relevant materials.

There are many relevant records in the library pavilion, and there are also monographs introducing the monsters and strange insects on the mainland.

There are indeed some that make Zhao Lin excited.

For example, the mountain-shifting beast with infinite strength, the electric light Jiao that can breathe thunder and lightning from its mouth, the phantom spider that is violent, comes and goes like the wind, and the purple-veined scorpion that swallows gold and eats iron, and is not afraid of any magic weapon......

However, these demon beasts are too powerful to be reached.

Moreover, even if they absorbed the spirits of these demon beasts, they would not be of any help to the cultivation realm.

If the foundation is not built, no matter how strong the combat power is, it will eventually be classified as a handful of loess.

There was no answer in the book, and Zhao Lin did not give up.

The types of creatures in the Xuanyuan Continent, such as the number of sands in the Ganges River, are only a few of them that can be recorded in the book, and there are many unknown monsters and strange insects that are not listed.

The best way to find the right spirit is to see it with your own eyes.

But now that Zhao Lin is a cultivator, he can't go in and out of Hanchi County at will, in fact, even if he is allowed to go out, he doesn't want to take this risk.

His own cultivation is too low, and if he encounters a slightly more powerful demon beast, he will die.

While thinking about it, Xiao Ding suddenly made a "cluck" sound.

Lingmi is cooked.

Zhao Lin suddenly had an idea and slapped his thigh, "Isn't there a lot of spirit beasts and spirit insects in Hanchi County?" ”

"It's dark under the lights!"

Sorry, this chapter is a bit short today.

The new map is slowly unfolding, and it will take time to work out the details.

(End of chapter)