Under one person: If I let you refine your Qi, will you become an immortal?

Lujia Town, shore.

As soon as Li Muxuan stood firm, he saw a figure flying past him.

Just like that bird in Angry Birds.

However, the expected flying goose pose on the flat sand did not appear. When Zhang Zhiwei was about to land, he supported himself with one hand and performed a perfect somersault, landing directly with a perfect score.

Of course, the total would probably be higher if he didn't use his other hand to rub his ass.

"Master, he is so true."

"Tiger poison doesn't even eat its seeds."

After standing firm, Zhang Zhiwei rubbed his butt and muttered.

Li Muxuan was not regarded as an outsider at all.

Seeing this scene, Li Muchuan smiled faintly and thought that this Yijue was quite interesting. At least he was very real and frank, and he didn't deliberately put on airs.

"Brother Zhang Dao, let's go."

With that said, Li Muxuan prepared to stroll around the town.

After all, this is the Lu family birthday party.

Many strange people were invited. It is impossible for these people to gather together just to drink and socialize.

There must be some entertainment show, and if it can catch their eye, even if it is not a sophisticated method, it is not too vulgar. I have just come down from the mountain, so I naturally want to see it.

At this time, Li Muxuan was seen leaving.

Zhang Zhiwei immediately stepped up to follow him. There was something in his mind that he wanted to ask this disciple of the Trinity Sect.

Soon, it was on the lively and bustling streets.

Two more figures appeared.

have to say.

Zhang Zhiwei is indeed tall enough, and Li Muxuan is half a head shorter than him.

"Fellow Daoist Li." The two of them were walking together. Zhang Zhiwei lowered his hands and asked familiarly: "Did you go to Lingyin Temple with the Zuomen leader a few days ago?"

"What's wrong?"

Hearing this, Li Muxuan nodded and admitted.

"nothing."

Zhang Zhiwei turned his head and said in a casual tone: "I'm just a little curious. I heard from Zen Master Huiming that you defeated the little master Jie Kong with just one palm."

"A palm?"

Li Muxuan was slightly stunned. He remembered that he had to go through many moves to get it right.

Although he was only deducing the golden bell at that time, it should be regarded as a part of the competition. It seemed disrespectful to say how many he could defeat with one palm, so he opened his mouth to explain.

"It's not that exaggerated."

"I fought dozens of moves with Master Jiekong before, and I finally won with a single palm strike with all my strength."

"Is it?"

Zhang Zhiwei rubbed his chin, not that he felt that either Li Muxuan or Huiming was deliberately lying.

After all, even a peach stone has a different shape when viewed from different angles, let alone one thing, and the reason why Li Muxuan and Huiming's expressions are different.

Most likely yes.

The real strength of the fellow Daoist Li in front of him was enough to defeat Jie Kong with one palm.

The dozens of moves in front are just trial moves.

Just like myself.

If he had directly used the golden light spell and thunder method at that time, the battle would have ended in one move.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiwei couldn't help but look at Li Muxuan. He felt that this man was sincere in his words and did not put any credit on his face. He was just too reserved.

The two of them have been gone for so long.

I didn't see him taking the initiative to speak.

Of course, it may be that they are not familiar with each other yet. After all, they have just met and there is nothing to talk about between them.

You can't force someone to force you to do it, right?

While thinking.

Li Muxuan suddenly stopped, as if he had discovered something interesting.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhiwei also stopped where he was, and followed the other person's gaze. He saw an old man playing the erhu on a stage not far to the left, and a bunch of paper figures around him were playing and singing with various musical instruments.

"Brother Dao, have you ever seen this method?"

Li Muxuan asked curiously.

"never seen it."

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head, and then added: "But I heard Master mentioned it once."

"There are three arts in civil law: paper figurines, straw figures, and puppets. Among them, paper figurines are the most common. They are mostly used to pray for blessings, cure diseases, and curse evil spirits. However, this does not look like civil law on stage."

"It looks a bit like a royal object."

"really."

Li Muxuan nodded in agreement, "But it's not the orthodox object-controlling technique, it seems to be something else."

After the words fell, the two fell silent.

Staring at the paper man on the table and thinking.

After about ten seconds, they both looked up at the same time as if they thought of something.

"Know God!"

In unison.

Zhang Zhiwei was suddenly surprised and looked at Li Muxuan, "Fellow Taoist, have you thought of it too?"

"Is it difficult?" Li Muxuan looked at him with a strange expression, "People have an innate soul and an acquired consciousness. The soul is the true spirit of nature, and the consciousness is the main body of the mind."

"In general, the art of controlling objects uses the spirit and the secret method to produce special Qi to feed the objects."

"To the end of these utensils."

"It will become a weapon that the user can control at will."

"These paper figures on the stage have a ray of spiritual consciousness attached to them, allowing them to be easily manipulated by the user. However, both the control accuracy and power are far worse than the orthodox object-controlling arts. It is like there is a delay. generally."

"Of course, the threshold has also dropped a lot."

To put it simply.

It is similar to Xu San's innate telekinesis in the comics.

It can be understood as a minimalist version of the art of controlling objects.

It's the same as controlling a game character.

No matter how fast you react, there will be a certain delay, making it difficult to use it for too complex operations.

To be honest, if used in combat, this method of controlling objects is not only energy-consuming, but not as effective as the simple and crude method of telekinesis.

But the old man on the stage can control several paper figures at the same time to this extent.

The art of controlling objects can be regarded as entering the palace.

And right now.

After listening to Li Muxuan's words.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the other person with his small eyes, feeling inexplicably familiar.

If you have to say it.

It was like meeting someone of the same kind.

After all, this is the first time among his peers that someone has followed his own thinking in so many years.

Immediately, a smile appeared on Zhang Zhiwei's face and he explained: "Of course it's not difficult. I was just a little surprised that Fellow Daoist Li came to think of me together."

"I see."

Hearing this, Li Muxuan nodded.

But it’s not surprising.

Because the art of controlling objects on the stage is inherently simple, it is not difficult to see through its essence.

It's just that it's the first time for me and Zhang Zhiwei to go down the mountain. They have never seen similar methods, and it should be relatively rare to directly deduce the principle from the performance of the paper man.

Just as he was thinking about it, a gong sound suddenly sounded.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The show is over.

The old man stood up, saluted the audience, and then walked backstage, with the paper figures following closely behind him.

Not long after.

An exciting drumbeat sounded.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

I saw a strong man with strange patterns on his face, swaggering out from the backstage.

He held a stick in his hand and spit it out, and a five or six meter long flame instantly shot up into the sky. After lighting the stick, he held up the fire stick and waved it around.

Then, there was a sharp intake of breath.

In an instant, the flame on the stick was breathed into his lungs again like breathing.

And throughout the show.

The strong man's steps were very strange, like a wizard performing a great dance.

"This method"

Looking at the man on the stage, Li Muxuan said with some uncertainty: "Could it be a witchcraft?"

"Advocating excellence?"

Zhang Zhiwei was not sure at the same time.

The words fell.

The two looked at each other in the air.

Although the words are different, you know that the other person is saying the same thing as you.