Chapter 147 Talisman (Subscribe)

Alchemy class, weapon training class, formation class, technique class, Qi training class, spirit training class, physical training class, aura class, magic class, physics class, mathematics class, chemistry class, biology class, Chinese class.

Dozens of subjects were taught one after another. In between, except for eating and a five-minute break, the rest was sleeping.

There were also one practice class in the morning, noon and evening.

There was no free time for the rest.

Han Xiaoli was busy without a moment's rest.

It seemed that the school had already calculated the limit of these students, and they were stuck within the range no matter how hard or tired they were.

Every day, there was a constant supply of fish and meat, vegetables and fruits. When they were tired from training, the formation would immediately start to cheer them up.

It was completely stuck to the physiological limit of these students.

The first day of school.

Someone wanted to take a leave to skip class and lied that there was something going on at home. Immediately, someone would go to the relative's house of the student who took the leave and let the two sides have a video chat directly.

Someone lied about being sick, and a doctor came to check immediately and pointed out that there was no problem. That person would have to stand for a day of class.

Someone fell on purpose.

A doctor came over, raised his hand and cast a spell, and the wound healed immediately, and the class continued.

Some people had stomachaches, some complained of being tired, and some said they had their period. All excuses were useless.

In any case, they had to go to class anyway, and whoever dared to make trouble would be treated with no mercy.

Kong Ji sat in the principal's office on the top floor, observing the actions of everyone in the school.

"The formation still needs to be fine-tuned, but from the first day of study and life, they should still be able to hold on and not be completely dragged down."

He saw that some students complained constantly, but in fact their bodies were not so tired that they couldn't move. Although they looked very tired, they could still hold on.

Even those elderly people in their fifties, sixties and seventies still maintained enough energy under the stimulation of spiritual energy.

"It's finally the first day of good operation, and the evening class will end soon."

Kong Ji walked to the window.

After a moment, a bell rang in his ear.

It was nine o'clock in the evening, and the last class was over.

"Goodbye, teacher."

Han Xiaoli was about to return to the dormitory. After complaining to his roommates, he heard a voice in his ear.

"Come to my office."

"Teacher?"

This teacher was not that teacher, but Kong Ji.

Han Xiaoli's heart tightened, and he looked around to find the source of the voice.

"What's going on? I just heard the teacher calling me? I was exhausted after a day of classes and had auditory hallucinations?"

"Don't look, I'm upstairs, come up directly."

Kong Ji's voice sounded in his ears again.

"It's really the teacher's voice. The teacher is really powerful." Han Xiaoli immediately understood that Kong Ji must be using a method he didn't know to talk to him across the air, and he was shocked.

"I don't know what the teacher wants to talk to me about?"

After dealing with the classmates around him casually, Han Xiaoli took the elevator directly to the top floor.

The lights on the top floor were still on.

From time to time, school leaders walked around.

The offices of the law school's grade directors and above are all on this floor.

And Kong Ji's principal's office is at the end of the corridor.

Arrived at the door of the office.

Just as Han Xiaoli was about to knock on the door, his eyes were involuntarily attracted by a piece of white paper on the door.

There were no words on the white paper, just a few lines that looked messy but implied a pattern. Looking closely, it seemed to have a unique beauty.

"What is this?"

"I actually seem to see a bomb in the lines?"

"Dizzy?"

Han Xiaoli almost doubted whether there was something wrong with his eyes. The lines on the white paper were completely unlike bombs, and even had nothing to do with circles. They were just a few random outlines, like a child's graffiti.

However, in his eyes, those lines actually looked like a bomb, hanging on the paper, and it seemed that it was only a fuse away from exploding.

"What's going on? Did I see it wrong? Or was it because I was stimulated by the sword energy when I observed the gate plaque of the college before, causing problems with my eyes?"

"What a strange thing!"

Han Xiaoli was a little afraid to knock on the door for a while.

He had a feeling that if he knocked on the door, the bomb might explode and he would be blown to pieces.

In the room.

Kong Ji stopped writing.

On the table in front of him, there was a piece of yellow paper with red ink made of cinnabar on the edge of the paper.

"Talisman paper and talisman ink. In stories about cultivating immortals, talismans are used to communicate with the elements of heaven and earth, or to deal with immortals and gods in heaven, and to borrow divine power to release spells."

"So when using a talisman, the user will shout something like Taishang Laojun, hurry up and obey the order. In simple terms, it means to negotiate with Laojun and quickly borrow divine power."

"Because the spells are powerful, special paper and ink must be used to carry them. There are also different requirements for the content drawn on the talisman. Depending on the different objects of communication, the runes drawn are also different."

"I use a similar method. Although I can't communicate with immortals and gods, I can communicate with the vast spiritual energy in the world, and engrave my own spell abilities on the talisman paper, thereby showing all kinds of incredible power."

"This is the talisman method."

Kong Ji stared at it.

The cinnabar yellow paper in front of him is actually useless. It's just a memory habit in his mind.

If he wants to use a talisman, it is best to use a spiritual object as the carrier of the talisman; the second is to use the void as paper, the magic power as ink, and the mind as the pen to sketch at will; the third is to use a piece of paper, a ballpoint pen or even a talisman. You can use pencils or watercolor pens to draw a talisman.

What is carried is not important.

In the way of talismans, what is important is the power that the person who draws the talisman pours into it, and the brushwork needed to communicate the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

The brushwork is the rune.

Kong Ji realized the inspiration, refined his spells, and used his own runes to write the talismans, and got the same effect.

"I didn't expect that Han Xiaoli is quite talented in talismans."

"I hung the bomb talisman I just drew at the door. Although it has no real power, there were so many people coming and going today and no one noticed anything unusual. But this kid did."

"He is truly gifted, a one-in-a-billion genius."

Pushing aside the cinnabar yellow paper in front of him, Kong Ji spoke loudly: "Come in, don't be afraid, tear off the bomb charm too."

"Bomb charm?"

Han Xiaoli, who was standing uncertainly at the door, heard the words, suppressed the fear in his heart, and carefully took off the talisman.

The white paper was torn off.

The expected explosion did not occur.

Han Xiaoli felt relieved and immediately pushed the door open and entered.

After getting started.

He noticed that the palm of his hand slipped, and the white paper originally held between his fingers floated away and returned to his teacher's hand.

"Close the door and sit down."

Kong Ji held the bomb charm in his hand, smiled and asked Han Xiaoli to sit down.

"How do you feel about going to school today? Are you tired?"

"tired."

Han Xiaoli answered truthfully.

After a long day of classes, he was now mentally exhausted, his head felt like mush, and he seemed to be unable to learn anything.

But my body can still bear it.

The zhenqi from the tenth set of radio gymnastics in the body is flowing freely, and the body is still full of strength.

"It's normal to be tired. Your cultivation is still shallow now and your soul is weak, so you feel mentally tired. When your cultivation improves in the future, the mere ten hours of lessons will be nothing."

"It is not uncommon for cultivators like us to sit cross-legged and meditate for ten and a half days at a time."

"There is no sun or moon in the mountains, and it is so cold that I don't know the year. This poem is actually used to describe us, the new generation of practitioners, who are very suitable for the situation."

Kong Ji smiled.

To ordinary people, cultivation seems very boring. They sit there motionless, not eating, not talking.

However, only the practitioners themselves know best.

The process of gradual transformation of spiritual energy in the body is a very wonderful process in itself.

Both inside and outside the human body are constantly evolving and developing in a better direction during this cultivation process. Every cell and every gene is cheering for joy.

This kind of joy is difficult for outsiders to detect, and only the cultivators themselves can know it.

evolution.

It is always the deepest desire and pursuit engraved in human genes, which is much more important than reproduction.

"School has just started now, so you feel tired. Once you get used to it, you will be immersed in it and unable to extricate yourself."

Kong Ji casually fired a burst of magic power and penetrated Han Xiaoli's body.

Immediately, Han Xiaoli felt exhausted all over his body, and his body seemed to have returned to the way it had just been after a long sleep. When he got up, he was a hundred times more energetic and full of energy.

The surge of energy in his body made him want to get up and study all day and night again.

"Thank you teacher."

Han Xiaoli was about to get up and bow to his luggage to say thank you.

"Okay." Kong Ji waved his hand and said, "Although you and I are already teachers and students, we are all modern people, so don't go through those red tapes. Just know in your heart and stay respectful."

"I called you here today just to ask how you are doing, whether there is anything you are uncomfortable with, and whether there is anything you don't understand about your cultivation. But judging from your appearance now, there should be nothing wrong with you, so there's no need to worry. "

"The courses for the law school are all compiled by me and top scholars. Although the progress may be a little slower, it is absolutely comprehensive. As long as you study hard, you can master all kinds of top knowledge in the country on the path of cultivation."

"If you study hard, there will be many benefits. As for your own cultivation level, don't worry. With your qualifications and knowledge, your cultivation level will naturally improve quickly."

Han Xiaoli nodded seriously when he heard this: "Understood."

After a day's study process, he had only taken three practice classes, but his gains were even greater than those from his usual practice.

And I also gained all kinds of knowledge, which can be said to be a full harvest.

After briefly asking about himself, the second officially accepted student, Kong Ji turned around and took out the bomb charm written on white A4 paper.

"Tell me what you see on this piece of paper?"

Kong Ji asked.

"A bomb, a bomb that seems to have ignited the fuse and temporarily failed to detonate."

Han Xiaoli answered honestly.

When Kong Ji heard this, he asked again: "Bomb? This piece of paper is just a few random scribbles by me. Where did the bomb come from?"

Han Xiaoli didn't know how to answer.

Kong Ji was right, there were just a few scribbles on the paper, but these few strokes gave him the feeling that there was really a powerful bomb sealed on the paper. It seemed that as long as he tore up the paper and opened the seal, it would The sea of ​​fire immediately burst into flames, causing a terrifying explosion.

"I don't know." Han Xiaoli shook his head: "I just have this feeling that as long as the paper is torn up, a bomb will be released."

"Then tear it open and take a look."

Kong Ji handed over the bomb charm.

Han Xiaoli took the bomb talisman and his heart skipped a beat, feeling like he was holding a hot potato in his hand.

It felt to him as if the bomb was about to explode, and the fuses were half burned.

That strong sense of crisis reminded him of what he once heard from his neighbor's brother who had served in the army.

The instructor held a bomb with the fuse pulled out, and everyone beat the drum and passed the flowers around.

It was this feeling of dying at any time that made his heart beat loudly with fear.

"tear!"

"Don't be afraid!"

Kong Ji's voice seemed to come from far away.

Han Xiaoli mustered up his courage, picked up the bomb talisman and tore it apart with all his strength.

In an instant.

With a loud bang, a huge fireball emerged, and the violent impact spread out in all directions, trying to blow up everything around it.

Han Xiaoli secretly screamed in his heart. He didn't have time to speak. The bursting fireball was already in front of him and was about to engulf him.

This time.

"receive."

A laugh rang out.

The expected explosion did not come, and the table in front of him was intact. Han Xiaoli quickly checked himself, then looked at the face of the other person, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Teacher, what happened just now?"

"Is it my imagination?"

"As soon as the white paper was torn open, I really felt like a powerful bomb was about to explode, and the flames reached my face."

Han Xiaoli was still frightened and carefully described his feelings at that moment.

"It's not a hallucination."

Kong Ji waved his hand.

"It's not an illusion? So what?"

Han Xiaoli was just about to say why he was not injured and where the bomb went, when he saw Kong Ji pointing to the water glass in front of him.

In the glass of water.

Fill with water.

And in the clear water, the torn white paper was floating in it.

Then the white paper turned into blue smoke, and then a violent fireball exploded in the water. Several small bubbles exploded on the surface of the clear water, just like when he was a child and threw firecrackers into the pond to fry fish.

Han Xiaoli could see clearly that the fireball was the same fireball he saw when he tore open the white paper just now.

"Teacher, what's going on?"

Han Xiaoli said in surprise.

Kong Ji smiled and added a wolfberry to the water that was already at a suitable temperature and rich in aura. Then he picked up the teacup, blew on it, and drank it all in one gulp.

"The water boiled with bombs has a unique flavor."

"Bomb boiling water?"

Han Xiaoli was completely confused and confused as to what was going on.

Seeing this, Kong Ji put down his tea cup and said with a smile: "My latest research, the bomb talisman!"

"Are you interested in learning?"