On this day, after Zhang Ling finished practicing, he had to carry a bucket to draw water, and he habitually picked up a flat bucket to fight, and he could inadvertently see the acre of sand field he had cultivated, which had not dried up at this time, and there was still yesterday's water, Zhang Ling was overjoyed. Hurriedly called to Monk Dukong, Monk Dukong's eyes were full of sorrow, he walked to the field, grabbed a handful of soil, crushed it in his hand, and then got up and clapped his hands, and said, "This field has been almost raised, don't draw water today, bring your spirit gathering array diagram, and I will teach you to carve the array."

Zhang Ling was overjoyed, this field was irrigated with water for almost 100,000 barrels, it can be said that it absorbed the water of almost a small river, it is not easy, and it is only now that the spirit can be gathered and carved into the array, and it is no wonder that Master Humble Hui said that this array is not eye-catching for the big sect family.

Zhang Ling took out the booklet and said, "This map is complicated, where does it come from?"

Monk Dukong took the booklet and flipped a few pages, and said, "First the edges, which means to lock the water, and then the middle of the horizontal and vertical lines of a hundred lines, which means to raise the spirit, and then the middle of the carved array eye, which means to gather the spirit, that is, the gathering of the spirit array"

Then he took Zhang Ling around the newly cultivated half-acre of land and carved a few points, and asked him to carve the patterns according to those points, and Zhang Ling carved according to what the monk Dukong said, according to the lines depicted in the booklet. After a busy day, he finally carved a complete water-locking edge, and then poured the water into it, and found that there was no effect at all, the water could not be locked at all, the great monk shook his head, and said, "The carving spirit array should be drawn with true qi, and you are only painted with its shape like this, and the true qi is on the fingertips, and the true qi leaks out, and guides the true qi to depict"

I saw that Monk Dukong pinched a sword trick in his hand, and then suddenly shot out of true qi at his middle finger and index finger, entering the soil for three points, and Monk Dukong's fingers swiped, and the true qi was like a sharp sword carved out of the Dao sword marks in the soil.

Zhang Ling seemed to have an understanding, nodded and then closed his eyes to concentrate, feeling the true qi in his body, the true qi like a trickle of Juanjuan immediately became active, Zhang Ling guided the true qi to circulate, and then concentrated on his fingertips. Then the true qi is forced out of the body from the fingertips, but it is really difficult to control the true qi after it leaves the body. Soft as silk, don't say it's painting in the soil, it's difficult to leave traces, Dukong monk patted Zhang Ling's shoulder and said, "Hey... This should be practiced slowly," he said, returning to his rocking chair, sitting down, and then squinting his eyes and starting to shake.

Zhang Ling was not discouraged, gathered strength again and again, failed again and again, and by the evening he was already exhausted and collapsed, without any strength in his body, and his true qi could no longer be guided in his body. Lying on the ground and looking at the moon rising in the sky, gray, I envy the unsurpassed domineering spirit of this old monster's true qi leakage, the real qi is majestic, it can fill the entire cave, how profound, my true qi at the moment is less than one ten-thousandth of it, it is really unattainable.

Seeing Zhang Ling lying on the ground weakly, the monk did not disturb, turned around and started a fire to cook rice, cooked a bowl of rice soup for Zhang Ling, and then handed it to Zhang Ling's head, Zhang Ling hurriedly got up and sat up and took the bowl, the consumption of true qi was too huge, the body naturally couldn't bear it, without aura, the hunger would be particularly strong, Zhang Ling drank it directly, and the monk Dukong found an open space, sat down, and looked at Zhang Ling gobbling up the way hehe laughed.

"Don't worry, you have to find your own rhythm, it's not advisable to be greedy for merit, little by little, you can first try to gather the true qi on the fingertips, and then use the fingertips as the blade to depict, and then the true qi out of the body an inch to depict, and then gradually lengthen, after a long time, you can naturally do it freely."

Zhang Ling drank the bowl clean, and then said, "Reasonable! I'll try to paint an inch starting tomorrow."

At night, Zhang Ling ran the hidden dragon gong in the vegetable garden, and the aura in the body gradually converged and recovered, and the true qi also had the image of condensation.

On the second day, Zhang Ling early in the morning, after practicing his fists and feet, he came to Tian and squatted down and pinched a sword trick, gathered the true qi in the fingertips, and then inserted the fingertips into the soil to depict, carved for most of the day, the first complete water-locking spirit pattern was carved, Zhang Ling couldn't wait to call a bucket of water to experiment, although it was still not possible to lock the water, but there were a few lines that obviously had an effect, and a few lines and a few sections could prevent the water from flowing through, Zhang Ling was overjoyed, proving that the method was effective, and immediately carefully depicted it, this time Zhang Ling inserted the sword fingers deeper and deeper, directly over the knuckles, and carefully experienced the depiction。 Finally, in the evening, Zhang Ling depicted three unqualified water-locking lines.

Day 3, Day 4....

For ten days in a row, Zhang Ling did not depict a successful water-locking spirit pattern, this day and night, Zhang Ling got up in the vegetable garden and saw that the monk was sleeping sweetly, so he held the wine prepared in advance, and slipped away to the back mountain.

Before entering the cave, the voice of the old monster was already heard.

"Why hasn't it been so long?"

Zhang Ling put the wine jar next to the old monster and made a fire, lit a torch and inserted it on the wall of the hole, and said, "Recently, the great monk has been watching closely, and the true qi is out of the body to depict the spirit pattern, and the spiritual energy is consumed more during the day, and there is really no strength at night."

"Carving the spirit pattern, no spirit pattern?"

"Spirit Gathering Array"

"Gathering Arrays, show me"

Zhang Ling took out the pamphlet and went over. Zhang Ling knew that the realm of the old monster was not eye-catching at all for this miniature spirit gathering array. So I'm not afraid that the other party will covet it.

Sure enough, the old monster just hurriedly turned a few pages and threw it back, saying, "Although it is a little subtle, it is also a child's thing."

Then he began to drink the wine, since Zhang Ling sent wine every time, the old monster did not see the caution of the wine for the first time, and a jar of wine spilled the small half of the jar. His chest was full of wine.

The old monster put down the wine jar in his hand and said disdainfully, "This kind of spirit gathering array is really exchanging your own spiritual energy for the spiritual energy of a small place, which is really not in the stream, but it is also quite beneficial for you to practice true qi control."

Zhang Ling said, "The portrayal of the spirit pattern consumes a lot of spiritual energy, the true qi is released, as slight as a hair, it is really difficult to control, and it has not been completely portrayed for more than ten days."

"What did the monk say?" asked the old monster casually

"Oh, the monk said step by step, first gather qi on the fingertips to depict, and then slowly force the qi out of the body, and in the long run, you can depict it in the air."

In order to wait for Zhang Ling to finish speaking, the old monster said disdainfully, "Hmph, stupid, this group of bald donkey heads can think of it, and it is estimated that it will not work until you can paint in the air for seven or eight years."

"That's according to the master...."Zhang Ling asked

"Hmph, in my opinion, the monk is stupid, you are also stupid, why don't you know how to be flexible, how subtle the hidden dragon skill is in your hands, how can it be like a dead thing in your hands, the hidden dragon out of the body, how can you not use the hidden but not scattered tricks, is it just to force you to force the qi out of the body?

"Huh?" Zhang Ling was very convinced when he heard this, but this method was subtle and wonderful.

Saying that, Zhang Ling followed what the old monster said, stripped a trace of aura from the body, forced out of the body by the fingertips, the extremely thin true qi swayed at the fingertips, Zhang Ling's fingertips swiped, after more than ten days of depiction, the depiction of the first lock water pattern has already been handy, after the painting, with the finger to change the palm suddenly force, the extremely fine aura was immediately pushed out, and then left a complete trace of the water lock spirit pattern on the cave wall, into the wood three points. Spread consistently.

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