Volume 1: Empire in the Morning, Chapter 172: Talisman Master in a few years?

Ning Que looked at the half-cup of cold tea in front of him, and concentrated on thinking about the spirit of the master's speech at this time, and actually felt a little trance.

Master Yan Se smiled slightly, raised his skinny arm, and drew a very simple picture on the air in front of him with his index finger.

The air in the pavilion suddenly became dry, and a weak flame magically appeared in front of Ning Que's eyes, and then disappeared with a pop, making him almost jump from the ground.

Master Yan Se smiled and said: "Your friend said that the snowy mountains, air and sea are strings. This is a good statement. The lines of the talisman can also be considered as strings, playing a piece of music that the world can understand, but I still think it is more accurate to use an article to describe it.

, Fu not only allows heaven and earth to understand the beauty of the melody, but can also convey ideas more clearly and find more detailed differences between movement and stillness."

After saying this, Master Yanse raised his right hand again and drew six lines in the air with his index finger.

Ning Que only felt a sense of wetness rising from the air scratched by the master's fingers, and then rushed towards his face. There was a soft popping sound. He subconsciously reached out to touch it, and found that his face was actually wet, as if he had just washed it.

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"With different thoughts and different lines, you can write a completely different article and produce completely different effects." Master Yan Se looked at Ning Que who kept touching his face like a nymphomaniac, and said with a smile: "I teach

You Fu Dao, I want to teach you how to write articles."

"How to write an article? After studying the classics of the sages and perceiving the laws of heaven and earth's vitality, how do you put the last stroke on the paper to let the heaven and earth's vitality know your thoughts? There is no other trick in this last step, or it can only be a trick.

.What does the word "qiao" mean? It refers to talent. If you can write it, you can write it. If you can't write it, even if you stay up day and night and soak in the ink pool of the river, you still can't write it."

Master Yan Se looked at Ning Que and said: "The final achievement of Fu Dao depends on talent. Talent is the most precious gift given to us by Haotian. Only a very few people can have this kind of luck, and you have this kind of luck."

Lucky."

"This... seems too difficult."

Ning Que's mood was a little dazed. He saw the magic but didn't know how it happened. The master talked about it but in the end he went back to the old metaphysical path. He didn't hear any practical guidance. There is no such thing as talent.

The path is unclear, not to mention that we still have to use something that is unclear and unclear to achieve the most critical thing?

"If the Tao of Talisman ultimately relies on talent, then the first practitioner who discovered the Tao of Talisman in the world saw the traces of runes between heaven and earth, subconsciously copied the meaning, and wrote the first talisman. According to you,

Talisman Tao cannot be passed down, so how can he..."

He considered his words and continued: "Pass this civilization on?"

Master Yan Se pondered for a moment and then said: "Although Talisman Tao cannot be passed down, the spirit of Talisman Tao can be passed on. Words can record thoughts and past events. How the earliest Talisman Master discovered and wrote the first Talisman must be...

Kind of a coincidence.”

"Perhaps countless thousands of years ago, the great cultivator walked to a certain cliff, looked at the cracks in the rocks, and suddenly felt something in his heart. He concentrated on the sword at his waist, and with a casual wave, he condensed the vitality of the cliff into it.

Inside."

"The first talisman must be a coincidence and a spontaneous existence, and when the great practitioner discovers the secrets contained in those sword marks, he will definitely try again. If he succeeds again, then the second talisman will no longer be

A coincidence, but a conscious existence.”

Ning Que asked: "But it's also possible that the practitioner never wrote the second talisman in his life."

Master Yanse looked at him and said: "The first practitioner failed, there is a second practitioner, there is a third and a fourth, the beginning of the world is endless, the practitioners are endless, one after another continues to explore the world

secret, then there must be a sage who is successful and conscious, and this is undoubtedly what will happen."

I'd rather be taught without a head.

Master Yan Se said: "For the same reason, the Tao of Fu cannot be transmitted, but the spirit of Fu Tao can. That practitioner will definitely tell his disciples before he dies, and his disciples will try again. They may succeed or fail.

It is even possible that the line will be cut off. But I believe that in countless years, another great practitioner will discover the secret of Talisman and pass it on to his disciple. The disciple will try again. If he succeeds, he will continue down the path again.

Inherited until one line finally succeeded and was passed down to this day."

Ning Que raised his head and said with emotion: "It's really a big wave. I don't know how many great practitioners have failed to pass on their skills."

"This is not a big wave, but more like climbing a mountain that can never be climbed to the top. Some people are forced to stop at the foot of the mountain. Some people climb to the mountainside, but are blown off the cliff by the mountain wind. The Fu Dao inheritance

Today, we have reached the peak of the present moment, but if you look into the future, you will know that this mountain is still infinitely high."

Master Yan Se looked at him and sighed and said: "The emergence of Talisman Dao is too difficult and arduous. To this day, the word "hardship" cannot be used to describe it. It is as tragic as one man standing at the gate. So when I found out that you have potential, I

You will be so excited, and since you are lucky enough to have this potential, you must cherish it, not only for yourself, but also for Fu Dao itself."

Ning Que heard the desolate sigh of endless vicissitudes of life, his body felt slightly stiff, and his thoughts drifted back to countless thousands of years ago with these words.

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In ancient times, a tribal wizard wearing animal skins came to rest in a cliff cave after presiding over a ceremony to worship the heaven. The tribal wizard sang an obscure song while picking up a red stone and placing it on the cave wall.

There is a picture painted on it.

The wizard wanted to describe how the fire was burning very well, beautiful and red today, but he didn't expect that the painting was only half completed before it burned on the cave wall!

The wizard babbled and screamed, fell to the ground in embarrassment, and kept kowtowing to the burning picture. The animal skins on his buttocks kept shaking because of fear. When the people in the tribe heard the wizard's screams, they rushed to the ground.

After entering the cliff cave, they also saw the burning picture. They all knelt on the ground in fear, crying and shouting, thinking it was some kind of evil worship.

The wizard was the wisest person in the tribe. After he sobered up and calmed down, he drove everyone out of the cliff cave. The burning pictures gradually extinguished. He looked at the scorched black marks remaining on the cave wall. After hesitating for a long time,

Nervously, he stretched out his fingers and touched it gently, and gradually his eyes lit up. He turned around and found the red stone in the cave, and tried to redraw the painting with trembling hands.

After that day, the wizard could never draw a burning picture again, but he had become the most amazing wizard around the plateau.

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There was a great battle between the Central Plains and the wilderness. Countless people died. The blood soaked into the black wilderness, soaking the grass and mud into something like pepper. A cultivator from Minshan squatted silently in the wilderness, looking in front of him.

The younger brother's body was holding a branch picked from somewhere in his hand, and he was drawing unconsciously in the blood and mud.

Not far behind him, the black-red wasteland seemed to come alive. It kept arching, lifting and then scattering. Countless earthworms and insects scattered in panic, as if there was a mutated giant earthworm underneath.

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A disciple held the original runes left by his teacher and kept copying on the yellow paper. He copied from a young man to an old man until he was old. The room was filled with yellow paper behind him, and spider webs were formed on the beams. He was still copying.

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Someone is sitting on the high peak of Zhongli Mountain, holding a drawing board in his arms, with various paints placed beside him, looking at the flowing clouds in the mountains, painting from early morning to dusk, and then ushering in the sunrise, winter is passing, spring is coming, and summer is silent.

, he is still painting.

From ancient times to the present, those who were extremely lucky or accidentally entered the Tao of Talisman, as well as those disciples who wanted to master the Tao of Talisman, they kept copying the traces between heaven and earth, and kept meditating on the article in their hearts.

They finished writing on the paper in the room, left the pens bare, painted all the mountains and rivers, and dyed the pool black.

Maybe they succeed, maybe they fail, but they have been working hard and trying desperately. It is precisely because of this desperate hard work and trying that this mysterious gift given to mankind by Haotian has not been completely taken back, but has been dangerously restored.

The dangerous land has been passed down to this day.

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"Every talisman master has the obligation to pass on what he has learned in his life. In other words, this is a responsibility we cannot resist, because those predecessors did exactly this. They exhausted all their strength and spirit to make our

There is still Fu Dao in the world."

Master Yan Se looked at Ning Que who lowered his head and said solemnly: "I will be satisfied in my life to find a successor like you. However, what is sad is that, as mentioned before, the inheritance of Fu Dao can only be

You can pass on its spirit but cannot pass on its techniques, so whether the spirit of Fu Dao can not be cut off from me ultimately depends on you."

Ning Que leaned over and saluted, and responded: "I will definitely try not to disappoint Master."

"Disappointment? What is disappointment? If I only hope that you can inherit the Tao of Talisman, then I believe that you will not disappoint me, because I have a pair of eyes of a Talisman Master, and I know that this is not difficult for you.

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"But my hope for you is by no means limited to this. I always thought that there was some kind of power restricting the inheritance of Talisman Dao. You must know that including me, none of the Talisman Masters who have appeared in the world can truly understand the two words of Talisman Dao.

Since we can’t see through it, we naturally can’t pass on the core and simplest principles of Talismanism.”

"I am too old to cross that threshold. If you have the opportunity to cross that threshold in the future, then I believe that the inheritance of Talisman Dao will become an easy task. By then, you can use Talisman to write the avenue and move the mountains and rivers with your hands.

...This sounds like a miracle, but I firmly believe that one day people can do this, and this should be what Fu Dao must do."

Master Yan Se looked at him and said quietly: "Ning Que, I hope you can become that kind of person."

How heavy the disappointment is depends on how big the hope is. If Ning Que doesn't want to disappoint Master Yan Se, he must bear this heavy hope. He stared blankly at the opposite side, feeling as if two mountains were placed on his shoulders.

"Can I be that person?"

"You have to be that person."

Ning Que looked at Master Yan Se's old and sentimental face, and suddenly said: "Master, please teach me the most basic things."

Master Yan Se stared at Ning Que's eyes for a long time. The expression of emotion disappeared from his wrinkled face, and gradually a smile appeared. Lao Huai comforted him and said harmoniously: "The journey of thousands of miles begins at your feet.

, I wish you a safe journey.”

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"How can I draw the talisman?"
To be continued...