When he arrived at Shimen Village at the foot of the mountain, Meng Xingnan originally wanted to play with a few children in the village. But at this time www.biquge.info it was the autumn wheat harvest, and most of the children in the village followed their parents to work in the fields, some herding cattle, and some picking ears of wheat and other sporadic farm work, so would they have time to play with him?

Meng Xingnan couldn't find a playmate, so he was a little bored, and he felt a little empty in his heart. I always think about finding something to do so that I can get by.

It turned out that whenever Meng Xingnan caused trouble, most of them were in the middle of summer and autumn, and now this time is when he causes trouble to Chenguang.

As he walked, he came to the foot of a big banyan tree at the head of the village, and without preparation, he climbed the tree with great difficulty, and his skill on the tree was higher than that of the other children in the village.

After climbing to the tree, Meng Xingnan climbed the branches and stood on the tree, looked around below, and happened to see that there was a family's courtyard below, and there were two or three old hens walking around in the yard, not living on the ground pecking.

When Meng Xingnan saw it, he couldn't help but stubbornly take out a piece of paper in his arms, but it was in the shape of a mountain eagle that had been cut out a long time ago.

Then he bit a small bite on his finger and drew a spell out of blood on a piece of paper. This is a side door spell that he secretly learned from the Lushan Daoist book of the Dustless Daoist, called the Art of War of Paper-cutting Cars.

This method is very simple, and ordinary people in the Dao Sect can use it. As long as you know the method, you can cut out various shapes with paper, draw charms, and blow on them to turn them into things that you want to become. And it's paper-thin, and it can get through cracks in doors and windows and hurt people.

There are a lot of people in the left side of the door, so they often use the technique of this paper-cut car to cut into paper soldiers to harm people.

However, this kind of thing changed from blank paper is not much stronger than ordinary people. If the other party is timid, he will naturally be frightened and let him be slaughtered.

If the brave people resist, the paper cut will be torn in one fell swoop. It's not very appropriate to describe it as a silver-like wax spear head, and it can really be said to be a spell of paper paste.

However, as the saying goes, "Each teacher has its own law, each horse has its own zha, each temple has its own bodhisattva, and each has its own way of playing." "The same spell has different powers when cast by different people.

Like Meng Xingnan now, this is the case.

After drawing the spell on the paper eagle, Meng Xingnan first tried to control the messenger according to the magic in the Taoist book, and sure enough, he found that a wisp of divine soul had been attached to the paper eagle's body. As soon as the mind moved, the wings on the paper eagle also moved. He continued to try to command, and found that he was very agile and agile.

The spells of the Lushan Sect are really not ordinary spells, even a naughty boy like Meng Xingnan, who has not seriously learned the Taoist techniques of the Lushan Sect, can cast spells according to his spiritual formula, and he can be the same.

Meng Xingnan felt sure, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and then he put the paper eagle in the palm of his hand and blew it lightly.

After the paper eagle flew out of Meng Xingnan's palm with the wind, it instantly turned into the appearance of a mountain eagle. Vividly, the wings are more than two meters long, and the whole body is densely covered with jet-black feathers, flashing with a cold metallic luster, and the fierce aura is pressing! It is impossible to tell that this is something cut from white paper.

As the paper eagle flew out, Meng Xingnan condensed and commanded the paper eagle and swooped down towards the old hens on the ground.

Such a behemoth suddenly swooped down from the sky, and the momentum was extremely amazing. Before they got close to the ground, a gust of wind swept by, like a huge dark cloud across the sky, from small to large, casting a large shadow on the ground, enveloping the old hens.

The old hen was suddenly frightened, flapped her wings, clucked and screamed, and ran around in the yard. It's a pity that it can't fly high, and it flutters up and down in vain, and the yard is full of messes.

At this time, most of the prime people in the village went to work in the fields, and only the old and weak were left in this village. An old woman and a little girl who were combing a mustache rushed out when they heard the sound, and suddenly saw a huge mountain eagle flying down from the sky, bending and stretching its claws to grab the old hen.

This old hen can lay eggs every day, which can be said to be a source of income for this family, how can an eagle be caught and pounced for no reason.

At that moment, the old woman couldn't stop scolding, tremblingly grabbed a big bamboo pole leaning on the corner of the wall, and looked into the sky and hit the mountain eagle made of paper eagles.

Although the little girl was not holding anything in her hand, she couldn't stop waving her hand, shouting and scolding loudly at the mountain eagle.

Meng Xingnan also cast a spell for the first time, and a wisp of his heart was pinned on the body of the paper eagle, seeing the old woman waving a bamboo pole to fight, he couldn't help but panic, and with a flap of his wings, he commanded the paper eagle to fly into the sky.

Fortunately, he dodged quickly, otherwise if he was hit by the old woman, the paper eagle would have to be beaten in half and be ganged up on the spot.

Naturally, Meng Xingnan didn't know how lucky he was at this time.

If the paper eagle happened to be damaged by the old woman, then the wisp of heart attached to the paper eagle would also be injured at the same time, and he would not be able to recover from being bedridden for at least three months.

Whether it is the magic of Buddhism or Taoism, when it is driven, it mostly needs to be controlled by the divine soul. And when the two sides are fighting, it is even more dangerous. Once the soul is damaged, it is the end of death.

After all, Meng Xingnan hadn't really learned the true transmission method of the Lushan Sect, and he was frightened, and his mind couldn't command the paper eagle for a long time, and after flying away from it for hundreds of meters, he lost control.

And the mountain eagle transformed from a paper eagle also returned to its original shape, turned back into white paper and fell from the sky.

And as the paper eagle changed back to its original shape, Meng Xingnan's face suddenly became extremely ugly, without any blood, he only felt weak and weak, which was very uncomfortable.

At this time, he didn't know that because he hadn't cultivated the authentic mental mantra of the Xuanmen, he didn't have the true qi in his body. This time, the spell of the paper-cut car art of war was lost, and it was his own essence that was lost, which was very harmful to the body.

It was also his five elements that were saved, and he happened to be interrupted by the old woman rushing out. Otherwise, if you continue to play, I am afraid that the essence of the whole body will be consumed by the paper eagle.

It is precisely because those Jianghu warlocks do not have the true inheritance of Taoism and the true qi of the Xuanmen Sect that they have to consume their own essence every time they cast a spell, which is not small harm to the body, and they are often not fake. And if the time is not effective, it will be regarded as a charlatan who cheats money, which will damage the reputation of the Daomen.

In fact, spells can only be driven by the true qi of the Xuanmen, which is the most orthodox means, and the spiritual effect is much more clever than using one's own vitality to control it.

After the old man and the young man drove the paper eagle away, they were afraid to come again, and after putting the old hens in the chicken coop, they still watched the movements around them vigilantly.

At this time, the scorching sun shone down, and it happened to reflect Meng Xingnan's figure on the tree on the ground. The figure was caught at a glance by the little girl, and she cried out loudly: "Grandma, grandma, look at the people in the tree!"

When Meng Xingnan saw that he was discovered, he didn't have time to hide, so he had an idea, picked a few banyan seeds from the banyan branch beside him, and then hugged the tree and slid down the tree. Qiang smiled and said, "Don't get me wrong, I'm here to pick banyan seeds......"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt dizzy in his head, and the whole person fell to the ground unconscious. It's just that before he lost consciousness, he could vaguely hear the panicked shouts of the old and the young beside him.