In the afternoon, Anyang learned the method of ignition from Li Changsheng, the technique of asking for gods, the technique of exorcising ghosts, and the technique of exorcising evil spirits. He could also see that this Taoist is really not good at spells, and is definitely not as mysterious and powerful as in the novel. If he had no other means of saving his life, a bullet could solve him.

"I am still thinking about hiding my weakness, but I didn't expect that my fellow Taoist was so talented. I was so angry that I took out all the most familiar magic spells. I was so ashamed."

Li Changsheng said this, and his eyes looked at him were still abnormal.

An Yang shook his head and smiled. His brain power was five times that of ordinary people and his physique was more than six times that of ordinary people. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is not a genius. He has practiced Kunlun Fight for several years and has a biological auxiliary chip in his body as a cheating device. It is abnormal that he cannot learn these simplest spells quickly.

I think these spells are not all that Li Changsheng knew, but he is already content. Well, it is not contentment. It is Li Changsheng's spells that disappoint him too much. I think that besides the puppet technique that he can best and the illusion that he has figured out by himself, there should be no spells that can be on the table.

This fully shows that this is a world of cultivation, not the world of cultivators described in the novel.

"Master Li, it's getting late now. I have to go back first. The money for repairing the Taoist temple will be sent to you tomorrow. By the way, I will discuss the use of magic power with the Taoist priest."

"Fellow Taoist please go slowly."

Anyang left the Taoist temple and went down the hill. He thought to himself that this Taoist was really casual and open-minded, and he was not worried that he would not come tomorrow. But this was good, and dealing with him would not be easily cheated.

Looking at the sky and the sun sets, he couldn't help but speed up.

I bought two kilograms of beef on the street. When I got home, the old and the young had already prepared the meal and waited for him to come back, but it was still vegetables and thick rice. Xiaochan frowned and saw that she didn't eat it at noon. It was not until he saw him coming back with a yellow paper bag that stretched his eyebrows and quietly shook his nose.

Xiaochan is not as afraid of having sex yesterday, but she is still cautious in everything she does, and is very afraid of him. She occasionally says a few words, her voice is gentle and delicate, which is quite nice.

I was at peace all night, just practicing magic.

The next day, there were more materials in the old Taoist temple, and several men were carrying things. Anyang walked in and placed the box in his hand on the ground.

"Master Li, is it enough to see these things?"

Li Changsheng opened the box and looked at it. His eyes were faint, and he didn't look like he saw money in Bingzhou City that day, but he was also shocked.

"Enough, enough, completely enough, this, fellow Taoist... is really awesome."

The box is not big, but it is neatly packed with gold bars. According to the density of gold, it is at least a thousand taels, not to mention a layer of pearls and jade on it.

However, what surprised this Taoist at first was not how much money these things could be exchanged for, but how hard Anyang carried the box with one hand, which made people speechless.

I think this kind of person is also a funny guy who is not big or small in the real world.

Anyang closed the box silently, which was only part of the money he carried, but not to mention repairing a Taoist temple, it was enough to rebuild a luxurious temple. The reason why he took out so much was just to tell this Taoist man that I spared no effort to repair the Taoist temple for you, and don’t hide any good things you have.

This move was indeed in the heart of Li Changsheng, who wanted to take root here. He didn't say anything on the surface, but in fact he no longer hid his weakness. He taught him two more spells, one called the method of object capture, which can be used in the air, which is a simple use of magic power. The other is called the Qingfeng Technique, which can make the caster look like the wind and greatly speed up his walking speed.

"Fellow Taoist, I have nothing to teach you."

Li Changsheng looked ashamed when he said this.

Anyang nodded and bowed: "Thank you, Taoist priest, for all his teachings, I am grateful!"

He could also see that this Taoist priest could not leave anything besides the puppet refining methods and illusions that he was the secret. The ghost-exorcist technique and the evil-exorcist technique are the ability to eat, and the guarantee of the incense and inheritance of the Taoist temple. The technique of asking for gods and the method of attracting fire are used for fighting. Of course, the method of attracting fire can also be used to pretend to be in front of ignorant people. The method of taking objects can also add a bit of a master's style. Qingfeng technique has a bit of a bad tune, and now it has been handed over to him, but I don't know if he has other means of saving his life.

In short, Anyang learned six spells from Li Changsheng. Although they were all small tricks that were not as good as Qiankun's borrowing techniques, they also filled the gap in the magic area. Except for the slightly more complicated technique of asking for Gods and Qingfeng Technique, he could cast the other four immediately when he was learning on the spot, which surprised Li Changsheng.

In the afternoon, the two of them studied the various uses of mana and some small means that cannot even be called spells. For example, extinguishing the fire from the air, but evaporating the energy in the body in one way, blowing out flames like a gust of wind. For example, injecting mana into a weapon can cause greater damage to monsters, and using some method to make the sword sharper, etc., etc.

It is said that it is a discussion, but in fact it is Li Changsheng who said that Anyang has not yet been qualified to point fingers at Li Changsheng, who has been practicing Taoism for nearly twenty years.

Gradually, the sunset and dusk were set again.

"Fellow Taoist, I have a Yan Qing Zhi Talk here, which records some things about practice and magic. Perhaps it can increase the knowledge of those who practice Taoism, so I will give it to fellow Taoists. It can also be regarded as a small compensation for fellow Taoist donation to the Taoist temple. Please don't think it's insignificant."

"Where is, thank you Taoist priest."

Anyang took the old thread-bound book with both hands, thanked him, and said goodbye to Li Changsheng and left.

After leaving the Taoist temple, he flipped through the book and found that it was recorded by a man named Yan Qing and his experiences and feelings on the road of practicing Taoism, similar to a diary of cultivation. However, the strange talks and taboos about practicing Taoism recorded above were very useful to him, not to mention some precious personal experience. If nothing unexpected happens, this book will help him more than six small spells.

After standing at the door of the Taoist temple for a while, he locked up the lecture and prepared to go back and read again.

The afterglow of sunset happened to be behind the Taoist temple, and his back was blood-red through the dilapidated tiles and the broken branches of the dead trees.

As soon as they entered Bingzhou City, they saw two men on the roadside waiting at the city gate and napping against the wall. When one of them saw him, they hit the other with his elbow. The two immediately became energetic and followed behind Anyang quietly, but they were completely unaware that all the things they had done had been discovered.

Anyang's expression was unmoved. He turned into an alley without any rush and hid himself in the corner.

Two vulgar men walked in and looked around, but they didn't know why the person who was still there was suddenly gone.

"I've seen the ghost and ran so fast. Didn't you find out that we guys have?"

"What are you afraid of? You can run away and the monk can't run away. I've already inquired. This scholar is the son of the old man selling tea at the gate of the city. Now that his son has found treasure, he doesn't even open a tea shop. We can't find him, just go to his house. I don't believe what an old man and a scholar can do!"

They were talking, but they heard a voice coming from behind:

"You two, are you looking for me?"

The two men immediately turned around, looking fierce and terrifying.

"So you are hiding here. Did you tease the uncle just now? Let's see how you show it to you!"

Anyang's eyes also shrank, and then narrowed slightly. The moment the two turned around, he clearly saw the blade hidden in their cuffs. The security of Bingzhou City was indeed not good.

The visitor is not kind!

But this is good. The more evil a person is, the easier it will be to solve it, especially for him.

"I don't know what the purpose of the two came."

"Purpose? Humph, I heard that you, a scholar, discovered a treasure a few days ago. It happened to be left by my uncle and my ancestors. If you know the appearance, hand it over all of it. The uncle will spare your life. By the way, the uncle will not care about the part you spent before!"

Anyang's eyes were calm: "What if it is not?"

The two men's eyes were flashing with fierce light, and they sneered and said, "If not, then I will kill your father and slowly cut off your flesh to see if you can hand it over!"

Anyang smiled: "Then come and get it."

The two men looked at each other, afraid that the scholar would be deceitful, so they both took out the blade from their arms and approached him vigilantly, but they didn't think that the weak scholar could pose any threat to him.

Anyang suddenly pinched his finger marks and pointed: "Look, it's on fire!"

The two men were not fooled, but instead sneered. They were about to mock Anyang for being stupid in studying. They dared to use this kind of pediatric method to deceive them, but unexpectedly, a sudden sound of blouse on their robes, and a large cluster of bright yellow flames ignited. The blazing temperature made one of them jump in an instant, and the blade in his hand fell to the ground.

"It's so hot, what's going on? Put out the fire, put out the fire quickly!"

He rubbed hard against the wall. As soon as he wiped out the fire, he saw a stream of blood sweeping across the wall and his face, warm and warm, making him open his eyes wide. As soon as he turned around, he saw a sharp and slender blade piercing into his chest with a slight sound, and the blade was cold and cold.

"Demon..."

He had only had time to say one word, and fell down softly as the blade pulled out.

Anyang pursed his lips, put away the Tang sword, and then returned to his weak scholar's appearance, calmly crossing the corpse, leaving only a light sentence.

"This is not called magic, it is called Taoism."

After walking out of the alley, he made several more bends and walked to a place not far from his home. Unexpectedly, an old neighbor rushed over as soon as he saw him, looking anxious.

"What happened, An Xiucai, something happened to your family. You are still wandering around here. If you don't go back quickly, your father will be beaten to death!"

"Run quickly now, maybe I can see your father for the last time!"

Anyang's face was slightly dark and he immediately accelerated his pace.
Chapter completed!