After going crazy, I traveled through time and became a top figure in the entertainment industry

If Fan licks his lips, neither admits nor denies - this is what "want" means.

So Xue Chengyou ran over and got two more. While receiving them, the fat cook standing guard in front of the steamer shook his head and said, "You can forget about Brother Wan. His belly is like a bottomless pit." , it doesn’t matter if you eat more or less, there is really no need for you, sir, to help waste food.”

This obviously meant that Xue Chengyou took too much. Xue Chengyou could only laugh awkwardly and promised that it would only be the last two before he successfully took them away.

Although Wan Yifan could eat, he didn't eat it whole. Xue Chengyou seemed to be savoring every bite he took.

There was nothing on the table. Wan Yifan pursed his lips. Xue Chengyou just breathed a sigh of relief when Wan Yifan said, "Thank you, Mr. Xue."

Xue Chengyou and Wan Yifan just met briefly in the front hall, but Wan Yifan actually remembered his name?

Being able to be remembered by a cultivator gave Xue Chengyou a sense of accomplishment.

So he took the initiative to find a topic, "Senior Brother Wan, I saw you flying with a sword before. How long does it take to practice to achieve this skill?"

Wan Yifan looked at Xue Chengyou sideways and said, "As far as I know, the Wuding Sect is also a sect that practices very sophisticated spells. Mr. Xue doesn't know how to wield a sword?"

Xue Chengyou shook his head speechlessly, "Didn't I be sent to the Lianyue Sect a few years ago as an undercover agent? How could I have any time to practice... Now that my body is damaged, and I'm deeply poisoned by the cold ice, I can't even practice. Probably for the rest of my life, I’m just a useless person.”

Xue Chengyou said this to win sympathy, because as far as he knew, Xue Chengyou from Cuiwei Continent would become the leader of the Qiankun Dao Alliance many years later, so how could he no longer be able to practice?

Na Wan Yifan's heart was shocked, and he was silent for a while before saying: "Although I can't heal your meridians and spiritual veins, if you...if you want to try the feeling of flying with a sword, I can help you."

Xue Chengyou was a little surprised. He just took a few buns for Wan Yifan, but he could actually get Wan Yifan to let him fly with his sword?

This is a bloody profit!

"But wait for a while." Wan Yifan patted his belly, "I just used food, so it's not suitable for doing exercises."

Wan Yifan expressed this very implicitly, and Xue Chengyou understood that he wanted to say that the two of them had just eaten before flying, and it would not look good if they got airsick and vomited.

After waiting for about a stick of incense, the two went to the back mountain to find an open grassland.

Wan Yifan twists his hand and recite the incantation silently.

Then he stamped his foot, and the sword on his back suddenly burst out of the scabbard! Suspended in mid-air and parallel to the ground!

Although the distance is only four or five inches, it has been successfully levitated.

Wan Yifan jumped up and stepped onto the sword, calling Xue Chengyou to come up.

Xue Chengyou was extremely confused, with worry in his eyes, "Here, this sword is so narrow, will it break if I step on it?"

Wan Yifan shook his head and practiced a rune, and the sword suddenly became wider and longer!

"This is so awesome!" Xue Chengyou couldn't help but sigh.

Although Wan Yifan talks little, he is not actually introverted.

It's just that on weekdays, because of his talent, he is often excluded and suppressed. He doesn't bother to talk to people with mediocre qualifications around him.

As a member of an outside sect, Xue Chengyou lives here temporarily and has no conflict of interest with Wan Yifan. The two can actually be friends.

From this, Wan Yifan started talking more to Xue Chengyou.

"The art of sword control is actually very simple, but many disciples are very impetuous now. They have no patience to memorize runes that are too long. It is naturally impossible to ask for deeper cultivation."

Through Wan Yifan, Xue Chengyou learned that for spells with the same effect, in addition to differences in rune content caused by different sects, there are also differences between long characters and short characters even within the same sect.

Just like for computers, the same copy and paste can be processed in several different ways.

The great thing about Wan Yifan is that, first of all, he has an extraordinary memory.

Secondly, because he is not interested in the people around him, he will not spend too much time on interpersonal relationships.

The time saved provided the basis for him to develop professional skills.

Wan Yifan explained to Xue Chengyou the three formulas for flying with a sword.

"You can give it a try, but the hand seal gestures associated with these three mantras are also different. You only need to be familiar with one of them."

"Is the effect exactly the same?" Xue Chengyou gestured while referring to Wan Yifan's standard demonstration.

"No, they each have their own shortcomings and advantages. As for the long runes, the gestures and seals are complicated, and the formulas are long, it is difficult for ordinary people to remember them."

"As for the short one, although the formula is simple and there are few changes in seal gestures, the chance of success is also low. You must be highly concentrated to make this sword fly!"

"Personally, when starting to practice, I usually advise juniors and juniors to memorize long spells and complicated seal gestures in a stupid way."

"In this way, while honing your patience, you can also improve your memory of passages and seals, which is conducive to continuous progress."

After listening to many of Wan Yifan's crackling explanations, Xue Chengyou felt that if Wan Yifan lived in a company, he would probably be a very qualified trainer.

Wan Yifan has studied sword flying very thoroughly, from the principles to the teaching methods.

When Xue Chengyou asked Wan Yifan if he had ever been to other sects to preach, Wan Yifan smiled proudly.

His smile is different from Wu Yiyou's. If Wanfanfan is very proud and obviously proud, Wu Yiyou will look more humble.

Wan Yifan said: "There are other leaders within the Qiankun Dao Alliance who have also invited me to give lectures to their disciples. No matter what their respective expertise is, without exception, basic Taoism is required. .”

"Some people also think that what I say makes sense, and they will practice accordingly. But the vast majority of people don't have that patience, and because I am not from the same sect as them, they also feel that if I, an outside disciple, teach them, I will never be able to teach them. It’s also difficult to accept psychologically.”

From this passage, Xue Chengyou heard the ups and downs of Wan Yifan's life.

No wonder he is so indifferent to others, not because he has practiced the ruthless way like Yan Qingluo, but because he has been hurt too much by the people around him.

Xue Chengyou asked curiously, "I always thought that the Qiankun Dao Alliance came from the same origin, so is this a gathering of different sects?"

Wan Yifan nodded, "In the early days of the Qiankun Dao Alliance, there were indeed only two senior brothers who formed an alliance. They were originally from the same sect. This is understandable."

"But in the later period, the momentum of the Qiankun Dao Alliance gradually grew, and some smaller factions began to seek refuge. So gradually, this place became a Righteous Dao Alliance."