It is said that when this man-made river was built, it was planned to run in a straight line from north to south.

It is also true that the fleet traveled all the way without turning a corner.

Sitting on top of the ship, I could feel a slight tremor on the hull. The big ship is like a razor, breaking through the waves of water, and moving forward like flying with huge waves.

The bottom compartment of the ship is equipped with a formation driven by spirit stones, and when the formation is activated, it will emit a huge roar due to the surge of spiritual power. The roar reached the deck of the ship, allowing everyone to feel the infinite strength of the beast.

Before setting off, there had been a cart of spirit stones that had been pulled into the cabin. And it is said that it is still not enough for the wear and tear of this trip. They also had to stay for a few days as they passed through Handfu in the south to replenish supplies.

Although it is already winter in the capital, the weather is gradually warming up as the road goes south.

Gao Ming has good eyesight and can look at both sides of the river. At first, the plants and trees like the capital withered, and as the fleet moved south, there was a period of green leaves and evergreen trees, and then there were green trees, and there was a little winter wind sweeping the ground and everything withering.

It's a long way, but fortunately, it's quite comfortable to take the boat. It's just that it's a little too boring. But fortunately, Gao Ming is never afraid of boredom.

With a copy of "Qimen Dunjia" in the left hand and a "Introduction to Fu Seal" in the right hand, you can spend the whole day unconsciously.

The reason why the two books are read together is because of the inspiration and guidance of Wang Pooran. After competing with Fu Tianyi, Gao Ming didn't fight much, and turned to learn talismans with Wang Poor An. Now it's a first glimpse of the door, and these professional books can be regarded as a read.

In the early morning, when the sun rises, sit on the top floor of the building boat to swallow the sun and collect the sun, and practice the "Immortal Alliance Practice Summary and Introductory Basics";

In his spare time, he can write posts to calm his mind and play the flute to disturb the people.

Boring? non-existent. Gao Ming has so much to do.

Dusk has passed, and the sun has set. It was quickly darkening.

All boats, large and small, have lights in their hands. For a while, a long line of fireflies could be seen passing through the neat queue on the pitch-black river, as if the Milky Way in the sky had fallen to the earth.

The building ship is even brighter. I saw it under the lights, and the figures on the building boat were longing, which made people feel a prosperous and lively taste.

Shadows in the windows fell on the window paper to form a piece of silhouette, and from time to time under the eaves lamp, a line of pedestrians walked by, coming and going, endlessly. It was as if not on a boat, but on some bustling street in the middle of a festival in the city.

But in reality, the ships were full of warriors wearing helmets and swords. There are sailors, forbidden troops, and the law enforcement team of the Beijing Academy.

And Gao Ming has two identities in it, but everyone only knows one of his identities, that is, the captain of the small flag of the academy's law enforcement area.

And in this identity, he is a little special, because he is the captain of the small flag without a team member, and he is the captain of the small flag directly under the senior sister. In other words, he was not in the queue, and the senior sister was not on this ship, so no one could control him.

Something, it's just fate. Everyone was in groups, but Gao Ming himself was always practicing his pen and ink silently in the room.

It's okay, I'm used to it. Because of his habit, he will not take the initiative to call his friends, so as to further maintain this lonely habit.

All of them, someone can say a sentence like "the country is easy to change and difficult to move".

The hull of the ship was constantly shaking in the water, and it was really difficult to write neatly words. However, I love to do this kind of screwing thing. In any case, the way of pen and ink cannot be wasted.

At this time, Gao Ming wrote not a word, but a symbol. However, instead of special cinnabar and rune paper, ordinary paper and pen were used.

He had been drawing this talisman for a long time, and he was still copying it. Feel from copying, and scrutinize and ponder from feeling. The scrapped paper has long been lost.

Suddenly, Gao Ming's heart moved, took out the real rune paper, and lifted the real rune pen.

The hull of the boat swayed gently from side to side on the water. A slight tremor could be felt under his feet, and it was the surging spiritual power roaring in the belly of the ship. The lamp shone silently on the tabletop, and the window was closed so that not a single wind could let in. Gao Ming stood quietly in front of the table, holding a pen in his hand motionless, like a statue, swaying with the hull of the ship.

For a moment, the hull of the ship was steady. In such an instant, Gao Ming put down the pen and completed it in one go.

The hull of the ship continued to shake, the lights were silent, and the roar of spiritual power was still surging under his feet.

Gao Ming was already overjoyed, and what was lying quietly on the table was a made talisman seal.

Gao Ming could feel that this talisman exuded a faint spiritual charm, and this was a successful talisman.

This is the first sigil seal made by himself, and it is still in such a grim environment.

Actually, Gao Ming didn't think about making talismans on the boat, he just wanted to practice more during these hours, and then try to make talismans after docking.

But just now, when I was drawing on the paper over and over again without being bored, I suddenly felt something in my heart, and there was an indescribable excitement beating in my heart.

Gao Ming suppressed the excitement in his heart while taking out the rune paper. Time was silent, and at the moment when the hull of the ship stabilized, Gao Ming felt as if a thunderbolt flashed in the chaos, and his thoughts were moving.

Write down, Fu Cheng.

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change; practice a thousand times, and the inspiration will appear. The sages don't deceive me!

Gao Ming was overjoyed, took the talisman, and went out happily. He's going to try the talisman he made himself!

The evening breeze on the bow of the boat is strong, which is Gao Ming's favorite place to stay.

Someone behind him saw it and whispered behind him.

"Hey, look, over there, is that kid from the Jingshi Academy coming out again?"

"Oh my God, he's not going to play the flute again, is he?

"Hey, no, it's not like, he didn't come out with a flute?"

"Hey, wait, that kid has it in his hand...... Is this white boy a monk?"

That's right, Gao Ming had a talisman between his fingers at the moment, and he was concentrating on trying to communicate the pitiful spiritual power in his dantian meridians.

Actually, it's not that he has little spiritual power, but that he can't communicate.

On the contrary, the spiritual power in his body is still very strong, incredibly thick. This can be seen from the fact that he used a huge ruler to smash and break the move with force when he competed with others.

Although his cultivation time is short, if he can really use all the spiritual power in his body, I believe that he should be able to compare with ordinary foundation building monks.

It's just that his spiritual power is scattered in all corners of his body, and there is really very little spiritual power in these "righteous paths" in the dantian meridians. Now, he has also entered the realm of subtlety, and under the guidance of Bai Zhi, he accidentally visited his dantian once, and then found that ...... There is really little spiritual power!

In addition, he also saw that there was a special thing in the dantian - a seed.

What a pitiful seed, left alone in an empty and silent corner, the aura is thin, just one glance, you can be hit by that sense of loneliness directly to the heart.

However, Gao Ming can't help it, with this talent, what can he do!

Even, after that, he wanted to look twice, but no matter how he changed his posture, he just couldn't get into that state.

can only blame Tang Sui for choosing an incompetent master for it.

And at this moment, at the bow of the boat, Gao Ming was single-minded, trying to communicate the spiritual power in the meridians.

Lao Tzu don't use the Yin God anymore, Lao Tzu wants to use his own power to cast spells!

The evening breeze on the bow of the boat was blowing on the placket of the clothes, which was about a talisman made by himself, and there were some bonuses in the dark, and there was really a trace of spiritual power that was hooked by him.

That trace of spiritual power attracted the spiritual rhyme on the talisman seal, and with a "hula", a burning warmth rose up in his fingertips.

Gao Ming was ecstatic in his heart, and then he saw ...... A small flame "hula" flashed for a moment, and then it disappeared immediately.

Ever since the experience of being trapped in the mountains by heavy rain with the golden feather eagle, Gao Ming has always been obsessed with the fire talisman in his heart. But now, it's just this little flame......

What can it do? It's better than a lighter!

Gao Ming froze in the wind for a while.

The people who were watching from a distance behind him laughed out loud.

They whispered to each other: "Looking at that kid's pretending appearance, I thought he was such a powerful archmage, but it turned out to be such a rookie!"

The bystander answered: "No, I really died of laughter." I'm afraid that Your Majesty knows that the ship is boring, and is considerate of the soldiers, so he specially sent such a person to adjust the boring days?"

A few people giggled.

These people were far away, and the wind was blowing from the bow to the stern of the boat, of course they thought that Gao Ming could not hear it.

But Gao Ming can hear it. The old man felt a slight realm, and he could hear it clearly from beginning to end!

Suddenly, the corners of Gao Ming's mouth hooked, I'm sorry everyone, I'm not in a good mood today, and I may be going to be ugly!