"Senior brother, walk slowly. ”

Song Yuan also stood up and arched his hand.

The sound of the stone door of the cave closing came.

He sat back on the bed and curiously opened the book in his hand.

"Hundreds of spells, I don't know what they are?"

......

At night, the cave house is brightly lit.

Song Yuan closed the booklet, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

There were many spells recorded in the booklet, and he had read them all, and he had a rough impression.

The origami beasts he once saw people perform, calling for wind and rain, sprinkling beans into soldiers, and magic are all recorded in this booklet.

In addition to these, there are more clouds and fog, flying sand and stones, turning stones into gold, transmitting sound for thousands of miles, and changing shapes......

As well as dust removal techniques, rejuvenation techniques, stealth techniques, wall piercing techniques, sky jumping techniques, imperial objects, doppelgangers, and water walking techniques......

Some of the more interesting things about it are that there are many spells that restrain each other.

For example, the technique of making fire and repelling fire, the technique of water control and the technique of subduing waves, the technique of exhaling the wind and the technique of resting the wind, the technique of summoning rain and the technique of scattering clouds, etc.

After reading all the spells, he roughly had a choice in mind.

In terms of attack, Song Yuan is biased towards the art of the sword in the mural world.

The power of Edgeworth's art is even more powerful than ordinary spells.

He only had to think about other aspects, such as rushing and saving his life.

And many of the spells in the booklet are of little use to him, such as calling the wind and rain, piercing through the wall, walking on water, and rejuvenating the face.

The rest of the ones are easy to throw away the biased attack.

After having a choice in his heart, Song Yuan no longer thought about it, he took a bite of the remaining spirit peach and began to cultivate.

After the previous night's cultivation, he was already familiar with a lot, and when he cultivated again, he already felt a little familiar with the road.

He activated the Qingxu Cave Tribulation True Scripture, slowly inhaling the aura of heaven and earth around his body into his body, condensing his mana.

......

Day 2.

In the cave.

"Senior brother, can you choose a spell?"

"Selected.

I want to learn how to ride the clouds, change shapes, and clones first. ”

Song Yuan said the three spells that had been chosen after careful consideration.

"Yes, all three spells are very useful. ”

Hearing the three spells he had chosen, Wang Chenghou touched his chin and nodded.

Soaring through the clouds, you can hurry or escape.

Easy to shape, can turn people into birds, beasts, fish, insects, flowers and trees, can fight, escape, hide, can be used in many places.

The same is true for the doppelganger technique, which can be used both for fighting and escaping, and it is also very convenient for doing things in normal times.

"However, the three spells you have chosen, Senior Brother, are almost the most difficult to practice among the hundreds of spells.

In particular, it is easy to change shape and drive the clouds. ”

"Without decades, I'm afraid it will be difficult to practice to perfection, are you sure?"

Wang Chenghou asked.

"Sure. ”

Song Yuan replied.

With the world of murals, the last thing he needs is time.

"Good. ”

Wang Chenghou stretched out his hand.

Just like Situ Hao taught the Qingxu Cave Tribulation Sutra before, a spiritual light shot into his brain.

Song Yuan shook his head, and there were more cultivation methods about the three spells in his mind.

"Senior brother, I have passed on to you the cultivation method of the three spells.

You've only been cultivating for a few days now, and your mana is shallow, and you're afraid that you won't be able to perform even the most superficial dust removal technique.

In this case, it is difficult for me to teach you, and it is difficult for you to practice well. ”

"I suggest that you retreat for a period of time, accumulate mana and comprehend the three spells at the same time, and try to cultivate first. ”

"After you get out, I'll officially instruct you three spells. ”

Wang Chenghou looked serious and suggested.

"Thank you, brother, I'm planning to do that too. ”

Song Yuan smiled with a smile.

"Okay, then you go into retreat.

Brother, I'm going to sleep.

When your retreat is over, go find me at the bottom of the mountain. ”

Wang Chenghou yawned, stretched, waved his hand to Song Yuan, and walked outside the cave.

He could cultivate while sleeping, although this was not as fast as serious cultivation.

But he prefers to sleep and wake up with his eyes closed and awake with the feeling that his mana has grown.

Unlike when cultivating seriously, there is still a vague perception of the outside world, and I can perceive the passage of time.

Normally, if no one called him, he could sleep for years.

"Senior brother, walk slowly. ”

After Wang Chenghou left, Song Yuan sat cross-legged on the bed, concentrating and entering the cloud fairyland.

......

Between the clouds and mist, before the mural.

Song Yuan's figure slowly emerged.

He stepped into the second mural.

After a slight wave of resistance, the scene changed dramatically.

He looked around and could see what appeared to be on the shore of a lake.

The spring breeze blew and wrinkled the bright mirror-like lake, and under the sunlight, it was like pieces of broken gold floating on the water.

The shore of the lake is planted with willow trees, the branches are low, the willow leaves are slender, and the eyes are full of green, full of life.

"Judging from the speed at which the willow branches are swayed by the wind, it seems that it is still ten times the speed of time. ”

Song Yuan's expression moved slightly.

He looked around again, but found no figure.

Unlike the last time it appeared in the downtown alley, this time it was an empty lakeside.

However, he could see far away on the shore of the lake, a wooden house, surrounded by a number of horse-drawn carriages.

"I remember that the legend about Yao Jianxian happened in a lakeside wooden house. ”

Song Yuan's eyes froze.

He stepped out, as if he had crossed some boundary, and the scene around him suddenly became real and clear.

A sense of the change of heaven and earth, the sound of the lake flowing and the wind rustling through the leaves, fell into his ears.

On the grass, Song Yuan suddenly appeared.

He adjusted, and walked towards the mansion in the distance.

Not far away, in the other direction, a man came and walked towards the lakeside wooden house.

Song Yuan paused and stared.

A man of about thirty, with an ordinary appearance, his hair is casually draped over his shoulders, his clothes are old, his shoes are tattered, he looks a little like a beggar, but his body is cleaner, but his eyes are bright and bright, implying a piercing sharpness, and there is an ethereal and uninhibited temperament.

Song Yuan saw him, and the man also saw Song Yuan.

He looked sideways, saw Song Yuan's extraordinary temperament, stared at him, looked at it carefully, and then withdrew his gaze and continued to walk towards the lakeside wooden house.

"Yao Muyun ......"

Song Yuan thought silently in his heart.

This person is exactly the same as the person in the mural, and it is obviously the same person.

In the legend called 'Yao Jianxian', the name of the person who can cultivate the art of the sword is called Yao Muyun, who is from Xiaoshan, Jiangsu, Zhejiang.

Yao Muyun was walking towards the lakeside wooden house, and it was obvious that the plot was about to happen.

"Looks like I entered at the right time. ”

Song Yuan's eyes moved slightly, and he continued to walk in the direction of the wooden house.

In the wooden house, there was a sound of staggering.

"Everyone, please!"

A middle-aged man, with an elegant appearance, wearing a brocade robe, sat on the main seat in the center, with a smile on his face, holding a wine glass in his hand, and signaling the guests to the left and right.

This wooden house was built by him not long ago.