He was so strange that he tried it again without believing in evil, and it was still the same. He clearly remembered it and it was clearly burned into his mind, but as soon as he closed his eyes and opened them again, everything turned into nothingness, leaving no trace.

Li Muchan was surprised and doubtful, but he was very interested and began to study it carefully.

This time he was not greedy for more and only remembered one word. He picked up the pen and wrote this word on the plain paper. The font was huge and filled the entire plain paper.

Holding the paper and measuring it in mid-air, the more I looked at it, the weirder it became. It was twisted and twisted, not like writing but like a painting. It was a real ghost painting, not only like a few thin lines of lingering smoke, but also like a circling long snake.

He neither recognized it nor knew its meaning, but he must remember it.

His straight gaze made it come alive in his mind, twisting and changing, making it vivid.

Then I tried to close my eyes again and opened them again, but my mind was still blank, leaving no trace.

"Hiss..." Li Muchan gasped and sat down on the couch with his lick in his hands, looking at it non-stop.

If someone can write this pamphlet, he or she must have remembered it. If others can remember it, they must be able to do it, but the method is wrong.

The human body is nothing but essence and spirit, and memory is made by spirit. His spirit is strong, so his memory is also strong, and he has a photographic memory. Most people often need the help of essence and energy to remember. The three are combined to remember, such as writing and reading at the same time, thus mobilizing the essence.

Qi improves memory.

He thought for a while, put down the big character, moved his fingers in the void, and wrote it over and over again. He wrote it more than thirty times in one breath. Then he slowly closed his eyes and wrote. He could still remember it. When he opened his eyes, he

It became blank again, my fingers were frozen in the air, and I forgot how to write.

Li Muchan smiled bitterly and shook his head. It seemed that the method was not right.

He thought for a moment, channeled his inner energy into his fingers, and then moved them in the void. He felt a faint spiritual energy suddenly surge over and condense on the words, but it only wavered and disappeared again.

Li Muchan raised his eyebrows, he could actually affect the energy of heaven and earth. It seemed that this word was very mysterious. What he had learned at the beginning was not so powerful!

He became more and more interested, felt excited, and had to remember it!

After pondering for a while, he closed his eyes slightly and fell into meditation. When he woke up from the meditation, he looked at the word again, then closed his eyes again and started to visualize it, bringing it into the picture of heaven, man and god.

After waking up from the photo of gods, humans and gods, he opened his eyes again and smiled immediately. The photo of gods, gods and gods was extremely mysterious and often had unexpected effects. This time it helped a lot.

This time he did not meditate word by word, but imprinted it completely, and then entered the Observation of Heaven and Human Spirit Illumination Sutra and directly visualized it.

After visualizing it, I opened my eyes again and found that this small book of talismans had been completely memorized.

He smiled while sitting on the couch, with the booklet beside him. He picked it up and read it over, and found that there was nothing wrong. The huge sense of accomplishment made his smile even more impressive.

He got up and sat down, opened the bright window, the bright sunshine shone on his face, and the fresh and moist air hit his face.

The lake is sparkling and illuminated by the sun like a pool of gems.

He stretched himself out in the breeze, and there was a crisp, squeaking sound, like pearls of true energy running through every joint. The sound was better than an hour of practice by ordinary people.

It must have been the early morning of the next day. He didn't know how many years had passed, and before he knew it, a day had passed. He felt that it had only lasted a moment.

I pushed the door out of the house and looked over the railing. In the small pavilion to the southwest, Song Wuye, dressed in gray, was practicing boxing. He was slow and leisurely, and his hands were stretched out and retracted, which was particularly weird.

It is taboo to spy on others practicing martial arts. When Li Muchan was about to walk away, Song Wuye shouted: "Boy, do you remember?"

The pavilion was about a hundred meters away from the waterside pavilion, and his shout seemed to be in Li Muchan's ears.

Li Muchan turned around: "Fifth Master, remember."

Master Song Wu slowly stopped his movement, took a long breath, and a stream of white air shot out from his mouth. It hit the ground and spread out, and his palms slowly fell from the top of his head.

"Huh?" He slowly released his palms and turned around to look, his eyes like two swords piercing him: "Remember?!"

Li Muchan nodded.

"Remember everything?!" Master Song Wu shouted.

Li Muchan felt a thunderous sound, and his blood energy surged. The Divine Dragon Meridian that was originally running suddenly accelerated. After calming down his blood energy, he slowly nodded: "Yes."

Song Wuye stretched out his hand and shouted: "Come here!"

Li Muchan felt a tyrannical force suddenly emerge, and he flew up involuntarily, passing through the lake, passing through the pavilion, and landed next to Mr. Song Wu.

Li Muchan's expression did not change, but he was secretly shocked. It was truly terrifying that someone with such a tyrannical cultivation level could use the power of capturing a dragon within a hundred meters.

He can also use Qinlong Jin himself, and can use his fingers like an arm within ten meters, but compared with him, he is like a child and not worth mentioning!

Li Muchan calmly took out the booklet from his pocket. After Master Song took it, he turned to the first page and said, "Write it for me to read!"

The small pavilion was empty, with no stone table and no pen and ink. Li Muchan looked at Song Wuye.

Song Wuye flashed out of the pavilion, walked across the lake to the shore, broke a branch and walked back to the lake.

"Quick!" He threw the branch to Li Muchan.

Li Muchan didn't waste any time, he bent down and wrote on the ground, character by character, completely and completely.

Master Song Wu held the booklet in his hand and flipped through the pages, comparing it with what Li Muchan had written. He looked serious and his expression became more and more ferocious.

After Li Muchan finished writing, he dropped the branch, clapped his hands and stood up, and was startled when he turned around.

……………… Mr. Song Wu stared at him with a ferocious expression, as if he wanted to eat him. With his evil spirit gone, Li Muchan looked at him in confusion.

"You bastard, it's not bad!" Song Wuye reached out to lift his clothes and shouted: "It's not bad!"

The words sounded like compliments, but his expression and movements were strange. Li Muchan hurriedly said: "Fifth Master, what's wrong?"

Song Wuye threw it fiercely, and Li Muchan shot out like a cannonball, hitting the waterside pavilion. He shook his head and smiled bitterly, it was really inexplicable.

However, while he was in the formation, he didn't dare to use his mind. He didn't know what the merits of this formation were, so as not to get caught, he was very wary of the formation now and was cautious.

He took a few steps in the air to dissipate the energy. Fortunately, it was purely force, and Song Wuye did not use any internal force, so he could easily dispel it.

Master Song Wu stood motionless, his face expressionless.

Li Muchan landed lightly on the waterside pavilion, looked down at him like this, and shook his head. It seemed that he had stung him enough.

He fell down gently, returned to his room, and began to study these characters. Starting from the first character, he used his fingers to condense energy and traced it in the air. After tracing, there was a line of spiritual energy condensed, but it dispersed again, which made Li Muchan feel regretful.

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At first, he thought it was because he was not good at writing and the fire was not enough, so his spiritual energy could not be condensed all the time. After writing dozens of times, he became very familiar with it and it was done with just one stroke. At this time, he was sure that it was not his fault.

It's a problem with the character itself, it seems to only be cohesive but not cohesive.

He suddenly stopped writing and laughed. This character is very much like the Taoist talisman of later generations. The characters condense magic power and can control ghosts and gods.

He didn't know how these characters were created. It was like the great road of heaven and earth. Ghosts and gods were unpredictable. He had a feeling of admiration for the person who created the symbols.

Time passed very quickly as he was immersed in it. An hour passed unknowingly. When he was about to write the second character, Song Wuye's voice came: "Boy, come here!"

Li Muchan reluctantly put down his hand, got down and pushed the door open, drifting into the small pavilion on the southeast side.

There is a stone table in this small pavilion, and Master Song Wu is making tea with a leisurely expression and calm composure.

The small red clay stove gurgled, the steam was steaming, and the fragrance lingered, and my mind suddenly became clear.

"Fifth Master." Li Muchan made a fist and sat across from him.

Master Song Wu looked at him carefully with his eagle eyes, and said coldly: "You really can't tell a person by his appearance!"

Li Muchan smiled: "May the Fifth Master teach me the formation?"

"Have you never learned this before?" Song Wuye snorted and withdrew his eagle eyes.

Li Muchan shook his head: "No, I don't recognize any of these formation symbols."

"How do you remember it?" Song Wuye asked.

Li Muchan said: "I remember things well, but it was strange at first. I couldn't remember them at all, so I meditated and entered concentration. I remembered them when I first came out of concentration, and then I remembered them!"

"Come home..." Mr. Song Wu pondered and nodded slowly: "It seems that you still have the determination!"

Li Muchan smiled: "I have been practicing meditation since I was a child."

He already knows that Buddhism also exists in this world, but Buddhism is quite mysterious. It does not recruit as many followers as it did in the original world. Instead, it is very low-key and has very few disciples.

"No wonder you have a calm temperament." Song Wuye nodded slightly and frowned: "The formation is not so easy to learn!"

Li Muchan said, "The formation is very interesting, I want to learn it."

Master Song Wu stared at him for a long time, and then hummed: "Okay, if you want to learn, I will teach you, but it's useless to learn now that your cultivation is too low..."...become a martial artist first!"

Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and smiled bitterly.

Becoming a martial artist is not something that can be achieved in just three or two days. It used to be possible, but now that I have practiced the Dragon Sutra, I am wandering around the first three levels. I don't know when I can reach the fourth level.

Master Song Wu said: "You are practicing the Dragon Sutra?"

Li Muchan nodded: "Yes."

"How courageous!" Mr. Song Wu snorted and said slowly: "The Song family has three great master-level mental techniques, and the Shenlong Sutra is the most difficult to practice."

Li Muchan smiled and said: Sister Liubu has reached the fifth level, right?"

Master Song Wu squinted at him: "Do you want to compete with Hua'er?"

Li Muchan Momo's nose: "A man can't be inferior to a woman!"

"Okay, this sentence won my heart!" Mr. Song Wu patted him on the shoulder and laughed: "Because of your words, I will help you!"

Li Muchan cupped his fists and said with a smile, "Thank you, Master Five!"

Master Song Wu waved his hand: "Your boy is more talented in formations than me. He is considered a genius. Our Song family has never been stingy with geniuses!"
To be continued...