Miscellaneous office, stove room.

A disciple dressed in a gray handyman's robe walked briskly to a firewood room.

I saw that he was carrying a flat pole on his shoulders, and the two ends were filled with the spiritual firewood that had just been chopped, and those spiritual firewood seemed to weigh as much as a thousand catties, and the flat pole was stretched to make a crackling sound, and it was almost about to collapse in the next moment.

But this burly handyman lifted his weight lightly, as if only a goose feather had fallen on his shoulder, and he walked unhindered. He also greeted the other handymen he met on the way, or threw the shoulder on his shoulder, let it fall in a circle in the air, and then caught it with one hand, winning the applause of the people around him.

"Brother Sun Hu is so good!"

"Strength is good! Have you broken through recently?"

"Big brother, big brother, take me as a little brother! Little brother, I promise to be loyal, you can teach me how to practice tendons and meat? I also want to have so much strength. ”

"Save it, Sun Hu is born with divine power, no matter how much you practice, you can't catch up with a finger from others!"

"Hey, what are you talking about? See my big fist in a casserole? I'm also talented!"

"Who doesn't have a big fist in a casserole?

"Compare to whom, who is afraid of whom?"

"No, which of the two of you will send the casserole that Elder Zhao wanted?" a disciple from the stove room asked as he duly brought out a casserole as thick as a bucket from it.

“......”

“......”

Sun Hu held the flat pole with one hand, scratched his head with the other hand, and showed a sincere smile at them, and then slowly entered the firewood room, carefully stacked the spirit firewood on the flat pole, and built a wall.

As a handyman, Sun Hu's main job is to chop firewood for the stove room and ensure that the firewood in the firewood room is full every day.

As for where does Lingchai come from?

Naturally, it was an uncivilized wasteland from the Edgeworth Sect.

Although the giant mountain where the Imperial Sword Sect is located is where the Imperial Sword Sect is located, there are still a lot of mountains and forests and wasteland in it, after all, it can't be built full of palace attics, right?

And after Sun Hu completed the day's tasks, he planned to go to the canteen to eat, after all, he had to have enough strength to eat.

It's just that on the way to the cafeteria, he met a guy he hated.

The head of the miscellaneous department, Zhao Qian!

Because of Wang Zhi's relationship, Zhao Qian has never had a good face towards him, and since this is the case, he has not saved face for Zhao Qian, he has maintained Xiaozhi everywhere, and even almost fought with him.

However, this chance encounter, Sun Hu's mood suddenly became better.

Not because of anything else, but because he saw Zhao Qian's blue and purple face, and there was nothing good on his body, and he walked with a limp, obviously injured a lot.

Sun Hu looked at this scene and almost laughed out loud, so he could only endure it, but he couldn't hide the joy on his face.

He heard that Zhao Qian didn't know what he had done a few days ago, and was beaten by two outer disciples.

Although Zhao Qian is the head of the miscellaneous servants, he can only manage the miscellaneous servants under his hands, which is beyond the reach of the outer disciples.

If you want to say that this heavenly way is good for reincarnation, this time you will be retributed, right?

Sun Hu was overjoyed, and his heart suddenly felt relieved. As a result, Zhao Qian had an old face black, staring at Sun Hu deadly, eager to eat him.

But Sun Hu doesn't care, anyway, Zhao Qian can't beat him, he chops wood every day, and he can't do anything with him.

So, he hummed a little song and walked past Zhao Qian with a smile on his face, how proud he was.

White steam was coming out of Zhao Qian's nostrils, and he suppressed his anger, and when Sun Hu walked away, he said hatefully.

Sun Hu...... Wang Zhi, you wait for me!"

The ruthless color flashed in Zhao Qian's eyes, and a conspiracy was being generated in his heart, brewing continuously, like a seed of hatred, taking root in his heart and slowly enveloping his entire heart.

......

In the open space in front of the Treasure Pavilion, Wang Zhi, who had changed into a Xuan-colored Taoist robe, was pinching the seal with his hand, while Uncle Jin, who was lying on the side, pointed out from time to time and told him the key points of the pinch.

It didn't take long for Uncle Jin to nod his head with satisfaction, as if he had recognized Wang Zhi's understanding, and then signaled that he could trigger the spell.

"Tatsumi!"

With Wang Zhi's low shout, two invisible wind blades suddenly took shape, encircling his body.

The wind sounded, and the two wind blades made a buzzing vibration sound, as if cutting through the air.

"Steady, don't rush to send out the spell just yet. ”

Uncle Jin said slowly, and then poured a sip of spirit wine unhurriedly, making an extremely comfortable sound.

In contrast, Wang Zhi is not so easy.

These two wind blades were levitating in front of Wang Zhi's body, sometimes floating and sometimes sinking. And Wang Zhi tried his best to maintain these two wind blades, although he couldn't consume much spiritual energy, but the consumption of spirit was huge.

"Steady, don't tremble. ”

Let's try it!

Wang Zhi secretly slandered in his heart, but he still controlled the two wind blades according to his words, just now he was slightly distracted, and almost caused the two wind blades to collide together, but fortunately he stopped in time.

"Lao Jin, is there any point in me doing this? The spell will be over when it is issued, how can anyone put the spell and not throw it out?" Wang Zhi frowned.

After this retreat, Wang Zhi has completely let down his guard against this pavilion keeper, and he has become much more casual when getting along, and he is no longer commensurate with his uncle.

As for our pavilion keepers, they don't have any foundation building monks, and they said lazily after hearing this.

"It's right to practice yours, can I still harm you?"

Wang Zhi could only swallow the words that came to his mouth, and the seal in his hand was firmly pinched, stabilizing the action of the two wind blades, and sweat gradually oozed from his forehead.

At this moment, a wisp of fragrance wafted over, making Wang Zhi's stomach, which had not eaten this morning, gurgling.

"Yo, the chicken wings are baked, I'm hungry when I'm waiting. Old Jin jumped down from the bluestone and removed a wooden stick stuck in the fire, on which was a chicken wing roasted to a golden brown.

"Hmm~ It's so fragrant!" Lao Jin took a bite, revealing a look of enjoyment, but this was Wang Zhi, who had been practicing the side.

"Leave me some!" Wang Zhi yelled at Lao Jin viciously, but the two wind blades deviated again, and one of them almost hit his head, causing him to quickly retreat.

"Go on, and you can't stop until you have a stick of incense. As he spoke, Lao Jin's mouth was stuffed with chicken and he said, the corners of his mouth were oily, and Wang Zhizhen was so angry that he couldn't wait to follow his head.

But he knew the sorrow of losing all his efforts, so he endured the soreness of his palms and the dizziness of his head, until the time of a stick of incense had passed, and his head seemed to have been struck by a sledgehammer, and it was full of paste.

"Whew! No, I can't stand it!"

As soon as the time came, Wang Zhi let go of the seal, and the two wind blades disappeared, and then the whole person went limp, falling to the ground and panting heavily.

"It's only been a while, can't you do it, boy, you're still far away!" Lao Jin mended the knife at the right time, and the knife was bloody.

Wang Zhi glared angrily, only to find a roasted chicken wing falling from the sky, and hurriedly took it. And because of the residual temperature on the chicken wings, I had to change my left hand to my right hand, and my right hand to my left hand, which was embarrassing for a while.

Wang Zhi carefully tore off a small piece of meat from the chicken wings, and then swallowed it, and soon felt the spiritual energy flowing in his body, and the warm feeling poured into his limbs.

This chicken was stolen by Lao Jin from the Royal Beast Pavilion, it is the kind of spirit beast with excellent quality, and the eggs laid can be used as a panacea!

At that time, when Lao Jin came back, he was covered in chicken feathers, and there was some kind of green stuff, and he was very embarrassed.

But this taste is really not enough, Wang Zhi only tasted one bite and it was like ascending to the immortal.

"Eh, you haven't told me what's the use of practicing this thing?" Wang Zhi said as he tore off a big chicken leg from the chicken on the fire, and then took a big bite and tore it off hard, quite like a hero of Liangshan.

It's a pity that he doesn't know how to drink yet, otherwise it's more like it.

Lao Jin had just finished eating another chicken leg at this time, and after hearing this, he rubbed his hands on the Taoist robe, leaving two grease stains on it. But he himself didn't care, which can be seen from the "traces" of time on his robe.

"Okay, I'll show you a show, and you can show me. ”

Under Wang Zhi's gaze, Lao Jin casually pinched a seal with his greasy hand, and two wind blades appeared around him.

It doesn't make a difference.

Wang Zhi glanced at it, and didn't see what was going on, but after a while, he saw the difference.

This Wind Blade...... Why not shake?

Upon closer inspection, Wang Zhi was shocked to find that the two wind blades were like entities, the edges of the pale cyan wind blades were clearly distinguished from the air, floating motionless in front of Lao Jin's body, as if they were two real magic weapons.

"See, the aura condenses its shape, and the divine mind solidifies its body, you are still far away!"

After speaking, Lao Jin waved his hand, and the two wind blades disappeared in an instant, but Wang Zhi sensed with his divine thoughts, and the two wind blades were constantly flying around Lao Jin's body.

What's even more terrifying is that the two wind blades are getting faster and faster, and they actually wrap Lao Jin's body impenetrably, and Wang Zhi's divine thoughts risk being torn apart as soon as they get close, so frightened that he quickly retracts them.

At this time, I only heard Lao Jin's voice sound again.

"Spells, not only must be able to use, but also like the fingers of the arm, so that there are more possibilities. As long as the spells are used skillfully and changeably, they can often achieve different miraculous effects.

This Wind Blade spell was originally an offensive technique, but in my hands it became a defensive technique, and perhaps in the hands of others, it became a technique to lure the enemy, or a retreat technique, etc. Its power depends not only on the amount of aura, but also on the monk who uses it.

Remember, there is no strongest spell, only the most suitable spell, with a flexible and fickle monk!"

As soon as the voice fell, the two wind blades dissipated abruptly, and a strong wind blew in his face, mixed with mud and sand, so that Wang Zhi had to close his eyes and wait until the wind stopped before daring to open them.

And this scene in front of him once again refreshed Wang Zhi's understanding of the Wind Blade Technique.

I saw two criss-crossing cross cracks, centered on Lao Jin's feet, spreading outward. And the crack spread to the ground, so that the king's current divine mind could not even explore its depth.

After this incident, Wang Zhi no longer dared to have any dissatisfaction with the practice of spells.

A simple wind blade technique, in the hands of Lao Jin, can actually defend, block the line of sight, and even have other infinite possibilities, which made Wang Zhi feel for the first time that the road of cultivating immortals is so wonderful and gorgeous.

There was excitement in his eyes.

This is the path of cultivating immortals that I am going to take!