Chapter 384
Peck of Rice Immortal Fate Chapter 384
2020-12-26
Chapter 384 Careful GuidanceFang Dou taught a total of three days at the Mount Huang main peak.
On the first day, all Mount Huang Disciples were present and no one was missing.
The significance of this lecture can be described as far-reaching. Many years later, many people who have personally experienced Mount Huang Disciple still talk about it with relish and regard it as an honor.
On the second day, the number of people was less than half.
Because on this day, the content of Fang Dou's lectures is not open to common disciples.
The Disciple that participated in the second day, except for Hundred zhang, is the first-generation Disciple of Tao Family.
The content of the lectures has also risen to the more proven content, such as some Sect spells that are not passed on.
In addition to Fang Dou's explanation, there is also an interactive session, that is, Disciples, if you encounter any problems in the daily cultivation process, you can ask them, and Fang Dou will solve them for him.
Hundred zhang and a bunch of first-generation Disciples have been through a long period of drought and cold rain. They have accumulated problems for a long time, and they poured out all of them.
Mount Huang's Taoism, suffering from no famous teacher, these Disciples explore on their own, and the cultivation is very hard.
When Fang Dou did not return, there were only Songzhu and Hundred zhang on Mount Huang. As a first-class warlock, it was extremely difficult to teach.
Now, with Fang Dou, the mage, guide Disciple nothing difficult.
"One by one, don't worry!"
Fang Dou patiently answered and solved the problems of each Disciple.
"You're wrong here, run it as I said."
Fang Dou took his fingertips back from the arm of an original Disciple and nodded to him.
The original Disciple, closed his eyes for a moment and opened his eyes, showing an ecstatic expression.
"Martial Uncle, it really works. When I used to exercise, the meridians in my arms were aching. Now it's healed!"
Fang Dou warned repeatedly, "path of cultivation, poor It's a thousand miles away, normally there is a problem, don't force it, pull out the hidden danger to continue!"
The Disciple wanted to say more, but was patted on the shoulder by the same sect behind, "It's my turn. Now, get out of the way!"
In this way, from the dawn of the sky to the evening.
The bronze bell for dinner has been rung several times, but no one has moved, all listening to Fang Dou's teaching.
"It seems that everyone is not hungry!"
Fang Dou clapped his hands, "Let me tell you, the techniques of pill concocting, picture talisman and forge!"
Hearing this, a group of Disciples became commotion, Martial Uncle can even do this, really versatile!
"Remember, bite off more than one can chew, and do what you can. If you have innate talent, you can take one or two courses concurrently. Don't miss the orthodox cultivation!"
Fang Dou exhorted, drawing lines in the air with both hands.
But seeing nothing in the air, white lines poured along the fingertips and began to form a rune.
"The royal air becomes ink, the void picture talisman!"
Hundred zhang has extraordinary knowledge and immediately recognized the mysterious hand of Fang Dou. look up.
“The foundation of picture talisman is recorded in the Taoist Tibetans. I will practice it today for your reference!”
Fang Dou started quickly, and in a moment, he was in the air, painting Got a few basic talismans, Clear Heart Talisman, wind net talisman, etc.
A bunch of elementary Disciples were astounding to watch, and they began to realize that they couldn't do it so easily without being a realm teacher.
“Then pill concocting!”
Fang Dou flicked his wrist and the Purple-Gold Pill furnace fell to the ground, “Refine a simple Qi Refinement Pill today!”
When the mage realm arrives, the effect of Qi Refinement Pill becomes weaker, but for the warlock realm, it is still a panacea.
Under the amazed eyes of a group of Disciples, Fang Dou acted as easily as drinking water, turning on the stove, igniting, and refining.
“Martial Uncle is alone pill concocting, don’t you want help?”
Someone asked the senior and junior brothers beside him.
"Well, no need!" Disciple, who was asked, looked confused, but still pretended not to understand.
"It's so powerful!"
oh la la, the furnace door opened, and a wave of fire swept the entire great hall.
The Qi Refinement Pill took shape, like big beads and small beads, falling into Fang Dou's palm one after another.
“Whoever sees it has a share!”
Fang Dou waved his raised hand, Qi Refinement Pill turned into raindrops, and fell evenly into the hands of all Disciples.
hundred zhang is quick-witted, catches seven or eight medicine pills, and carefully packs them in bottles.
Ten years ago, when Mount Huang was in the entrepreneurship stage, he followed Fang Dou cultivation, and Qi Refinement Pill did not eat less.
However, when Fang Dou disappeared and the stock was used up, hundred zhang did not have Qi Refinement Pill to assist, and the cultivation speed was greatly reduced.
“Qi Refinement Pill!”
hundred zhang looked at the Qi Refinement Pill with excitement, it really was the handwriting of Martial Uncle.
Suddenly, a woman's voice sounded in the crowd, "Martial Uncle, can I learn this technique of pill concocting?"
Fang Dou didn't care, how could pill concocting work? It's so simple to write, but it's still nodded, "You can now read Taoist Tibetans in Benmen Bookstore and become familiar with the basic pill concocting techniques!"
"I've already read most of it, but what I lack is practical experience, and Guided by a famous teacher!"
The one who spoke was actually a little Taoist nun who slowly walked out of the crowd.
"Qingteng, what are you doing?"
Fang Dou suddenly realized that he was also an old friend of Momoyama.
He became interested, "I made Qi Refinement Pill just now, how much did you understand?"
"Seventy percent less than 60 percent!"
Yao Qingteng thought for a moment and replied.
Fang Dou looked at her and said for a long time, "Well, you sit down and listen to the lecture first, and I'll talk to you later!"
Yao Qingteng was a little disappointed, but she returned to her seat. Sitting down, the companions next to me kept complaining, "You are too bold!"
"Next, I will talk about Art of Refining!"
"In your hands, or more Or at least, there are one or two Magical Artifacts, which are taught by sect and refined by themselves!"
"As everyone knows, the artifact refining method is divided into magic artifact, talisman artifact and array artifact artifact. !"
"The principle of refining Magical Artifact is different..."
Fang Dou said, seeing that Disciples listened carefully, many people have already taken out notes, serious Record.
"Who, the black iron ring in your hand should be made of 'Like a Mountain Mantra', show it to me!"
The named Disciple, sorry said, " I figured it out myself, but I can't make it!"
Fang Dou commented on Wu Tiehuan, ruthless, "It's really not that good!"
"The materials are good, but the technique is poor and the operation is poor. Get up top-heavy and stumble."
"You want to hit the opponent, but you can't be faster and your strength is more unstable, how can you do it?"
The Disciple's face was flushed and embarrassed. I can't.
Fang Dou exhorted, "Okay, I'll follow your ideas and re-refine it!"
tone barely fell , Fang Dou's wrist shook, fire burst out in the air, surrounding Wu Tiehuan rotated, but was not close.
With the power of fire in the air, anyone who touches the black iron ring can burn it into nothingness, which shows its domineering.
However, under the control of Fang Dou, there was a crackling sound inside the black iron ring.
The Disciple looked concerned, for fear of burning out.
Fang Dou rebuked, "When you were refining, a lot of impurities were mixed in, and now it is refined for you!"
After a while, the black iron ring shrank a circle, but the luster changed. It is black and shiny, and it is full of touch.
"Next!"
Disciple As a result, Wu Tiehuan started out as light as nothing, input a little mana, and instantly became heavy, adding hundreds of pounds.
He even had a hunch that if he threw it out, he could jump more than ten meters away with just one breath, smashing the stone into pieces.
“Martial Uncle, Disciple admires!”
(end of this chapter)