"It's not badly written, no wonder it was treasured by your former master!"

Lu Anzhi used to be in Nanke's dream, and he was also a literary young man, and his appreciation ability was good.

"Isn't that bad?"

The ancient god was puzzled: "When my former master was depressed and bored, he would read this book, that is, to pass the loneliness." ”

"This is about a beautiful female monk, who was originally diligent in cultivating and being a person, but was coerced and lured by an elder surnamed Gao in the sect with promotion and spiritual sand, from a female cultivator with a pure nature, gradually degenerated, immersed in the desire of red dust, and finally became a story of a woman who can be a bad woman. ”

Lu Anzhi concluded: "This is a story of insult and damage, criticizing those high-level sects who control a lot of resources, not for the benefit of the common people, not to save thousands of people, but to make profits, full of selfishness, this kind of person, shameless, hateful, should be killed!"

“......”

The Old God was stunned.

What you meow makes sense, I can't even refute it?

"It turns out that my former master, is the ideological realm so high?"

The ancient god blamed himself a little, he misunderstood the previous master, and immediately, it suddenly realized: "It turns out that every time he is lonely after fighting, lying on the ground, with a hollow face, and staring at the ceiling with blank eyes, he is hating his weakness and incompetence, and he can't change the way of the world, so that it becomes beautiful and clear!"

"No, your former master shouldn't have thought about it so much, he just entered the time of the sage, he didn't want to think about anything, and he didn't want to move at all!"

Lu Dalang analyzed.

“......”

The ancient god didn't want to talk to Lu Dalang Lu Anzhi, and even spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm from him.

The book is very thin, only eighteen chapters, Lu Dalang quickly finished it, and then he was depressed, he didn't finish it, such an author is really not a son of man!

Lu Anzhi put "Female Cultivator Baijie" aside and flipped through other books.

The Legend of the Phoenix Warrior

The Cunning Feng Shui Monk

"Alibaba Chronicles"

......

After Lu Anzhidu picked it up and read a few pages, he couldn't help but ask the ancient god: "Little third son, are you sure that your former master is a puppeteer?"

"Don't call me Little Sanzi, either call me the ancient god or call me Caiko!"

The old god was embarrassed, hating that he had no right to dispose of his master's relics, otherwise he would have burned them all.

"Okay, little third son!"

Lu Anzhi threw these books aside, and looked down again, they were finally in stock.

"Legendary Puppet Quest"

Puppet Foundation Design and Tectonics

"100 Puppet Modifications"

......

These books are all good things, including all aspects of puppetry, all of which are collected by the dozen masters who majored in puppetry, some are solitary, some are not, in short, it took tens of thousands of years to save these rare book collections, and the spiritual sand spent is also an astronomical amount.

Lu Anzhi went from beginner to proficient, and he didn't have to bother to collect books on puppetry, there were all of them here, and he even found a jade slip, which was full of study notes from the previous master.

"Your former master, how accomplished are you in the field of puppetry?"

Lu Anzhi looked at other legacies, all of which were related to puppetry.

"Grandmaster, right?"

The old god sighed.

"Listening to your tone, it seems a little dissatisfied?"

Lu Anzhi frowned slightly, this Caizi has high requirements for the master, just like those three-point blind date girls, they want to look good or not, and they want to be talented or not, but the opening is that the blind date man must earn one million a year and graduate from a double first-class university, otherwise he will not be too lazy to see him.

"No matter who spends thousands of years studying a discipline, he will become a grandmaster, right?"

The old gods were helpless.

The former master didn't have much talent in puppetry, but he just liked to pinch villains and create all kinds of puppets, and he didn't care about the strength or weakness, so he paid attention to one like.

Lu Anzhi pursed the corners of his lips and did not comment, and later, he turned out another scroll.

It was as thick as a wrist, a foot long, and had five ancient bird seals written on it, glowing with fluorescence.

"The Book of Mountains and Seas and Strange Beasts?"

Lu Anzhi unfolded the scroll, and on it was a portrait of an ancient beast.

"Its name is Bai Ze, it is an ancient beast, and when it encounters it, it can make people turn evil into good fortune. ”

Ancient God Science: "It is rumored that it can speak human language, understand the feelings of all things, know the appearance of all things in the world, and is an omniscient beast." ”

This Bai Ze is in the form of a lion, with a horn on its head, two wings on its ribs, and a slender and fluffy mane, which looks quite powerful and gorgeous.

"What is this portrait for?"

Lu Anzhi was curious, this strange beast diagram is too complicated, just looking at the lines, I am afraid that there are 100,000.

"This is a contemplative idea used to cultivate the primordial gods, a saint-level masterpiece. ”

The ancient gods sighed that this exercise has been passed down to twenty-three generations of masters, and it can be said to have a long history.

"What?" Lu Anzhi was stunned: "This ...... How much is this worth?"

There are various cultivation methods in the world of sampa, which are divided into three levels according to their strength: heaven, earth, and man, and each of them is divided into four grades: inferior, middle, superior, and superb.

And above the heavenly level, there is also a holy level.

Just like among hundreds of millions of human beings, there will be a saint, an existence at the pinnacle of all cultivation methods, and it is known as a holy merit.

Saint-level masterpiece, which means the best, the supreme, and nothing more powerful than it!

"Lingsha, either in exchange for reciprocal exercises, or you exchange for an undeveloped small world, otherwise don't think about eating peaches. ”

The old gods, hehe.

Saint-level superb exercises, those are all Zhenzong divine skills, and they are the greatest reliance of monks in the world.

There is a proverb in Xiaoxian Prefecture that how big your fist is, how much weight you say, and the grade of the exercises determines the size of your fist.

"It seems that I didn't know that there was such a grade of exercise in this ancient painted pottery before I was reborn, otherwise it would definitely be the best third-class chance!"

Lu Anzhi was a little lucky, fortunately he went to get it, otherwise wouldn't he regret it for the rest of his life?

"Don't be too happy, this contemplation idea can only be used to cultivate the strength of the primordial gods, and there is no way to fight!"

The old god poured a basin of cold water.

The Yuan Shen is also called the Divine Soul, the greater its strength, the less likely it is for the monk to be taken away, and when it is attacked by the magic power of the Divine Soul, the damage received is also small, and it can even be completely harmless.

"Oh!"

Lu Anzhi was suddenly a little disappointed.

"There are two techniques for puppeteers to operate puppets, first, the wire drawing operation, also known as the silk drawing secret play, is to condense the true element into a filament, connect it to the puppet, so as to rely on the various movements of both hands to operate it. ”

The ancient god became a temporary teacher and gave Lu Anzhi a popular science: "The second is the operation of the original god, that is, to separate a part of the original god and attach it to the puppet. ”

"Compared with the two, the first one is difficult to learn, but because it is a wire drawing operation, the puppet master will not have any harm if the puppet is damaged, and the second type, although the operation is simple, but once the puppet is injured, it will be fed back to the puppet master through the Yuan Shen, but the more powerful the Yuan Shen, the longer and more numerous the puppets. ”

"This can be had!"

If Lu Anzhi wants to enter the Ethereal Sect, then he can't condense his qi into his body before entering, which means that he can't cultivate any magical powers.

But cultivating the Yuan Shen will not condense qi in the body.

"If I can control the puppet, then my combat power will increase, and I can increase the success rate of another wave!"

Lu Anzhi is going to share it with his sister in the evening.

In the wooden box, there are no valuable things left.

"Ayako, what else do you have to do?"

Lu Anzhi sat down cross-legged according to the description in the Book of Mountains and Seas and Strange Beasts.

"It's useless to tell you that a mortal, let's try to become a monk first!"

The old gods don't want to say.

Because it's too powerful, I'm afraid to frighten you.

Lu Anzhi shrugged his shoulders, it doesn't matter, anyway, he is already content with these abilities at present.

Call!

Lu Anzhi took a deep breath, abandoned distracting thoughts, followed the instructions on the scroll, calmed down, observed the statue of Bai Ze's strange beast, and then closed his eyes and visualized it in his mind.

To put it in the vernacular, it is to sketch out every detail of it in your mind until it is perfect.

In Gu Sancai's internal realm, the flow of time is slow, and Lu Anzhi does not have any hunger in his body except for being sleepy, which allows him to continue practicing without going out to forage for food.

The pace of time is in a hurry, just like the ruthless appearance of a cheating wife who never looks back when she leaves.

Lu Anzhi finished his cultivation and found that five months had passed, and he came out of the ancient painted pottery and saw that the time had just reached dusk.

"What a baby!"

Lu Anzhi admired and kissed the clay pot.

Bang Dang!

It was the sound of a hatchet falling to the ground.

Lu Anzhi turned his head and saw Sanqi standing at the door with a bundle of firewood on his back, his eyes glazed.

"Da Lang, aren't you evil?"

Sanqi is very worried, why does my brother want to hold a dog basin, is it because he misses his daughter-in-law?

Well!

It seems that it is time to save money for the bride price for my brother.

"Haha, I'm telling you, it's a good baby!"

Lu Anzhi immediately introduced the origin of Gu Sancai.

"Ayako?

Sanqi frowned.

Hum!

It must be another female goblin with a greedy body!

Saint-level masterpiece?

Nine times out of ten, it is a lie.

Now hold the soldier still to show its weakness, and when it reveals its true nature, it will be hacked to death!

Lu Sanqi quietly picked up the firewood knife and wiped it with the placket of his clothes: "You let me practice too?"

Wait a minute

The jar spirit called Ayako may not be a youkai, but a female ghost.

I've heard storytellers say before that after a scholar was killed by a thief, he burned his body to ashes and made a clay pot out of ashes, so he attached himself to the jar and couldn't be reincarnated.

This Ayako can't be the wife of a rich man, right?

was plotted by a concubine and burned into a clay pot?

Perhaps, if you are not greedy for Dalang's body, and you are simply a ghost who has died unjustly, then when I become a monk, I will avenge your grievances and seek justice.

Lu Anzhi knew that his sister was a cautious person, and he never touched things of unknown origin, and he didn't force it, after all, he didn't dare to guarantee that what the ancient gods said was right.

To observe people, we should still look at their deeds, not listen to their words.

In fact, don't look at Lu An's Debao, he is happy like a kid who has secretly touched the ass of a crush goddess, but in his heart, he has always hidden a vigilance.

What Ayako said, he believed in seven points at most.

"Da Lang, your spirit is much better?"

After eating, Sanqi suddenly spoke.

"Really?"

Lu An's heart was overjoyed, it seemed that the five months of cultivation had taken effect.

"Well, it's like the dog of the old Wang's family at the head of the village who has just finished gnawing bones, and it looks like it has just opened meat!"

Compared to yesterday, my brother is indeed much more energetic.

"You've got itchy skin, aren't you?"

Lu Anzhi rolled his eyes, what kind of messy metaphor are you?

"Hee-hee!"

Sanqi snickered and quickly poked Lu Dalang's chest with a small fist.

Lu Anzhi was too lazy to take care of her, and after washing the dishes and chopsticks, he plunged into the painted pottery, and he couldn't wait to use the original clay to pinch the beautiful girl doll.