Spells are a very new thing for Murong Zhi, but she uses the Duowentong Memory Wind Mantra and the "Little Wuxianggong" to simulate the Wind Mantra, and in a short period of time, she has an incredibly proficient face of spells.

She had no previous experience with spells, and her impressions and knowledge of spells were entirely derived from an ancient ancestral parchment book called "The Legend of the Rakshasa Ping Demon".

Rakshasa is the largest country in the Great Northern Wilderness, similar to our status of Huaxia dominating Middle-earth. Legend has it that the demon tide that began nearly a thousand years ago first swept the Rakshasa in the Great Northern Wilderness, so the battle between the cultivators and the demon clan broke out there first.

A large number of spells and martial arts confrontations, as well as examples of duels between different races, have been recorded in great detail in this ancient book. As the descendants of the Rakshasa barbarians in Middle-earth, the Murong clan was enthusiastic about collecting the antiquities of their ancestors, and this ancient book was passed down from generation to generation until the hands of Murong Zhi (in fact, I also want to borrow it, but it will be after I have passed the Storm Ring. ）

But spells can not be understood by reading books, it is a skill, and martial arts should be analogized: the effect of boxing on a set of "boxing books" and playing a set of "boxing books" is essentially different.

"Sou Shen Ji" says: Just thinking about it, for example, completely reproducing a rune in the mind, requires at least ten years of training from an early age, which is the same time as we practice martial arts - because the child's heart is pure and easy to enter into the memory, while the adult mind is complicated, although the understanding of righteousness may be profound, the practice of thinking is slow.

If an ordinary martial artist wants to switch to wind mantras, he must re-engage in another kind of long-term and arduous training. Even if he has a good foundation in martial arts, I think the process of changing his brain in months is still needed.

For example, when I practice the three-body pose of Xingyiquan, I have to imagine myself as a cat with hair blown up all over my body after being frightened;

When I practice horse step punching, I have to imagine myself stepping on a war horse, and the man and horse are one, sending out a dragon and snake strike;

I practice the swordsmanship of the Yaksha-ryu, and the idea of the usual swordsmanship is to imagine that one or more enemies appear in any of my four positions, and then adjust my body accordingly, concealing specific instinctive reactions and murderous aura, and so on.

Every time I learn a new martial art, it takes me at least a month to find that feeling.

This is still the time it takes to train new existential beings in martial arts, not to mention interlaced spells!

- But after all, "Little Wuxianggong" is only imitating external techniques, and the essence of the wind spell has not been touched at all. Her wind spell is only nine-tenths of my effect, and it takes time to reproduce the runes in your head, so the enemy won't wait for you to take thirty breaths in vain and remain motionless.

Thinking of this, I was relieved a lot.

......

In three days, Murong Zhi and I took three times the usual Zhuji Dan, temporarily doubling the capacity of the True Qi in our bodies (if we follow the regular amount of Tsukuji Dan, it will take seven days to achieve.) ）

The dregs accumulate near the critical point, and our skin is faintly exposed with dark red spots, which are a symptom of a small amount of dregs seeping into the bloodstream. This amount of poison is not enough to kill those of us who have practiced internal strength, but it will definitely cost us ten to twenty years of life.

The result is that we can make a windshield that is bigger than a wheel.

I made enough windshield to cover the bow of a sailboat. The bow of the ship is the main point of the storm, and after a few days of discussion, we felt that it had to be shaped like the hard snout of a fish to counteract the wind pressure of the storm on the ship.

I made a hood that lasted sixty breaths.

If we keep our ship at twenty knots, we can get through a storm wall one mile thick in fifty breaths (assuming it is a storm cover a mile thick, as my father estimated).

Eventually, I was responsible for maintaining the bow windshield to cope with the strongest frontal impact of the wind.

And Murong Zhi is responsible for letting the wind created by the wind spell accelerate the full sail of the ship to twenty knots - even if the wind resistance is large, maintain this speed, and if the wind resistance is small, try to increase it as fast as possible)

There is no other reason

- Her wind spell is not as good as mine.

After three days of hundreds of exercises, Murong Zhi's time to complete the first two steps of the Wind Mantra had progressed from the first three hundred breaths to thirty breaths.

During this period, she was cursed by the wind against the wind and backlash accounted for two-thirds of the times, and a few times she was almost swept into the sea by the wind she created, but fortunately I was quickly pulled by my eyes.

- I noticed that she was actually using various wind spells for the unexpected, but the risk was a little higher.

Now she can sustain fifty-four breaths of the wind that creates zào – nine tenths of the effect of mine.

So I was at the front of the ship: if something unexpected happened, I, the one who could cast the wind spell in an instant, would be able to react on the spot.

......

Before crossing the storm wall, we counted our belongings one last time, and each of us had a ring tightly tied to my little finger, which was all about our lives.

There is also a silkworm robe in her ring, which is a medium-grade treasure armor grade soft armor, which was originally used to resist stray bullets and cold arrows, and now wraps Linglong's body to protect against sea water, which is better than nothing. Her alfonsino is still hidden close to her body, and she uses it to cut in an emergency.

I put on my armor in advance, hoping that even if the worst happens, this supposedly invulnerable Rakshasa lion skin might save my life.

We also prepared some Tsukidan cut into granules, and if there was a real lack of vitality by then, we had to take a risk and swallow the pill to recover.

......

The sailing ship met the storm wall at noon on the thirteenth day, which was the day of the moon, and the day recorded in the "Sea Chart" was the weakest day of the storm of each month, and it was also the day and hour carefully chosen by Murong Zhi.

- The storm wall seems to be connected to the sky.

The surface of the ocean outside the wall was as smooth as a mirror, the warm sun shone sparkling and made people sleepy, and curious fish even jumped onto our deck as if to visit us humans, and the storm wall itself was as black as iron, almost making people feel like an impregnable wall if it were not for the flowing winds and strange sounds of nature.

- Strictly speaking, the storm wall is not really seamed with the sky, but the thick clouds formed by the storm obscure the sky, so that we can't see the other side of the storm.

During the voyage, we recorded flocks of birds flying towards and from Baiyun Township.

They must have climbed above the clouds to reach the storm rings.

Unfortunately, we are mortals without wings, and can only rely on the power of machinery.

Even the father of the Jindan Martial Saint couldn't have jumped over like a flea.

When the time comes, is our sailboat really going to crash into it?

I hesitate if our windshield will be torn apart at once by the countless winds, and then the hull and our flesh will be cut to pieces.

Murong Zhi's eyes were no longer confused.

I counted the time, and this time it only took her thirty breaths to prepare for the Wind Charm. Although it is not able to meet the enemy, it is enough to deal with this fixed wind wall.

Murong Zhi clasped her palms together and slapped it, and the wind that she created immediately filled the sails, adding the boat to full speed.

I also clasped my hands together, and a large wind shield covered the bow of the sailboat, like the long, hard protruding front kiss of a tuna.

"Heaven bless, go!"

- Daddy and Mom bless me, too.

The dhow kisses forward like a big tuna against the wind wall!