Volume 1: Wild Beasts, Changes Begin Chapter 17 Playing with Flowers
Late at night, the bright moon hangs on the branches .
Fang Yunhan went all the way north. When it was dusk, he was ready to find a place to rest, but he found that there was no one nearby. So he had to find a small hill with less dense forests to rest.
He let the horses graze on the grass, and with great effort he found some dead branches from the sparse woods and managed to light them.
Fortunately, after his internal energy was activated, he could just grab some fallen leaves in his hands and rub them together to make a fire, thus eliminating the trouble of drilling wood to make fire.
After the flames started to rise, Fang Yunhan sat on the grass, holding a dry pancake, occasionally tearing off a small piece and putting it in his mouth, but his brain was always thinking about internal strength.
At present, Fang Yunhan can only suppress the pain of this strange disease with internal force, but cannot eradicate it. According to his interpretation of the consistent magical skill, if this magical skill is practiced well, it should be able to cure the blood deficiency without medicine.
The core of the consistent magical skill is to break through the barrier.
There are always many levels in a person's life. When practicing internal skills, one should think about widening the meridians and stimulating the acupuncture points. These are levels. When practicing martial arts, one should think about stretching the muscles and bones and sharpening the skin. These are also levels.
There are also many levels in a person's career, such as being a detective. Every case is a difficult level, and you have to solve the case before you can break through the level.
You must first see where the checkpoints are, realize that you have entered the checkpoints, and be deeply trapped in the checkpoints. After you have explored the checkpoints and have a plan in mind, you can start to break through them. Once all the checkpoints you encounter have been broken, you can be considered to have been consistent from beginning to end.
From this perspective, difficult matters closely related to the body, such as suffering from a terminal illness, are also barriers that can be broken through by using magical skills and internal strength. However, they are strange, dangerous, and impossible barriers that require one to overcome while practicing according to the method, while also finding new ways to overcome them.
The problem lies in this unique idea.
The power provided by the martial arts character template only helps Fang Yunhan to continuously improve the upper limit of his internal strength, and perhaps also makes it easier for him to learn various moves.
But no matter how much the learning difficulty is reduced by the character template, when it comes to the specific methods of using internal force, Fang Yunhan always has to learn and practice it by himself.
If you want to cure this terminal disease, you still have to work hard to explore and even innovate.
Therefore, since he realized that the terminal illness could not be completely cured by the character template alone, Fang Yunhan did not waste any free time along the way, and used it all to think and repeatedly practice the consistent magical skills.
Moreover, although he did not meet any martial arts people in the past few days after separating from Jin Tou Tuo, his ability progress automatically advanced. Perhaps it was because what he had done before was gradually known to more martial arts people. Especially when he had just separated from Jin Tou Tuo about half an hour ago, the progress bar suddenly jumped by 6%.
The total ability progress accumulated to 49% at this time made Fang Yunhan feel that his brain thinking was much more sensitive when he explored on his own. There was a lot of knowledge about meridians and acupoints that he had never learned before, but he could understand the meaning of the terms recorded in the secret book as soon as he saw them, and draw inferences from them.
"Um?"
Fang Yunhan came back to his senses from his deep thoughts, pinched the last piece of broken cake in his palm, kicked a dry firewood into the fire, and said without turning his head, "Friend, it's getting late and the dew is heavy. Do you want to warm yourself by the fire together?"
"Thank you very much."
In the distance, a young man in colorful clothes walked out of the woods, leading a donkey. He smiled and patted the donkey, then loosened the rope and walked closer.
He saw the oil-paper bag in Fang Yunhan's bag, and his eyes lit up. He said, "Is there braised beef in that oil-paper bag? Even if the braised beef is cold, as long as it is pierced with a stick and passed over the fire, it will be a first-class delicacy with a salty and juicy aroma and overflowing with oil."
Fang Yunhan looked back and saw a claw of some unknown animal hanging on the donkey's back. The smell of blood was very strong . He said, "I thought you were just using this fire to roast something for yourself."
"Oh, don't mention it. The dry food was chewed by the donkey on the way. I killed a wild wolf yesterday and tried to barbecue it, but the smell..." The young man showed an expression of dismay, "The smell is definitely not something a normal person can eat."
Fang Yunhan asked curiously, "Then why don't you throw away that claw?"
The young man smiled sinisterly: "I have a few friends in the mountains. They told me that if you kill any wild animal in the wilderness and sprinkle it with salt and roast it, it will be delicious. I plan to dry the claw and bring it back for them to taste."
"Don't mention them." The young man clapped his hands and said, "By the way, my name is Mo Taichong, and I'm a magician. Let me tell you, I'll perform a magic trick for free, and you give me something to eat. It doesn't have to be beef, just a pancake will do."
Mo Taichong looked at Fang Yunhan expectantly, and when he nodded, he immediately shouted out as usual.
"Okay, I'll take care of you."
There are four basic sets of magic tricks, which refer to techniques that do not require high props and rely more on the hands.
They are "Dan, Jian, Dou, Huan". Dan means swallowing iron eggs; Jian means eating precious swords;
Beans, is a game where immortals pick beans. Two bowls are used to put seven beans together, and they are moved back and forth. No one can guess the number of beans under the bowls. It is a game that tests eyesight.
The ring refers to the nine-linked rings, which are made by making lead wire into nine iron rings. When fiddled with in the hands, they can be transformed into the outlines of some daily objects, such as carriages, official hats, flower baskets, lanterns, etc.
But Mo Taichong, who seemed to be alone, did not perform these four types at first.
He pointed at the fire with his bare hands and caught a flame in his hand. Fang Yunhan smelled a very faint smell of alcohol, but he didn't say anything and just continued to watch.
Mo Taichong's hands were on fire, and he rubbed his hands together with a smile. Suddenly, a thin sword appeared in his hand, with flames burning from the tip to the hilt. He swept it across the green grass, cutting a blade of grass apart, revealing the dark fertile soil underneath.
Mo Taichong thrust the rapier aside and shook out a piece of red cloth from his sleeve. He covered the soil with it and gave a mysterious smile. When he uncovered it, he saw a large patch of flower patterns among the soil mixed with grass roots. The patterns were bright red, as if painted with cinnabar, and looked extremely pleasing to the eye.
Mo Taichong asked, "How?"
Fang Yunhan just smiled and said nothing.
This guy is not performing magic tricks, he is clearly demonstrating his swordsmanship.
As he used the sword to cut the grass, his internal force vibrated the tip of the sword, and he carved these flower patterns on the ground at a speed that ordinary people could hardly detect. The other side of the red cloth must have been brushed with cinnabar first, and when it came into contact with the sword marks on the flat ground, the cinnabar was absorbed , forming this bright red picture of flowers.
So, when he saw Fang Yunhan not looking at the Hundred Flowers Picture but instead looking at the sword, Mo Taichong sighed.
"So you are an expert. Then you must have seen through my tricks just now." Mo Taichong sighed, pulled out the sword and put it in his sleeve. Suddenly he smiled again, bowed slightly and gave instructions, "I'm done. Please watch."
Fang Yunhan was slightly surprised and looked in the direction indicated by Mo Taichong.
On the black soil that originally had only a cinnabar pattern, there was no trace of soil left, only hundreds of colorful flowers waving in the wind.
There shouldn't be such brightly colored flowers in this forest within a radius of more than ten miles.
But the fragrance lingered, coming with the wind. Some of the previously cut grass leaves were still mixed between the petals, dripping with dew and green juice, reminding Fang Yunhan that this fresh and beautiful vitality was by no means fake.
The wind blows under the moon, and the hills are filled with the fragrance of flowers.
The young man, who had lived through a prosperous past life, couldn't help but be moved and blurted out the words.
"good!"
