When Xiao Yan heard this, his expression froze slightly. He didn't mind taking this guy as his teacher, but he already had a master, so of course it wouldn't be better to take others as his teacher. He still needs to have a bottom line in life. If he abandons the principle of profit-oriented, it will be no different from beasts, and he can't do such despicable things.

"Haha, when you heard that you were going to become a disciple, you gave in. It seems that you are not sincere." Mr. Feng Shui laughed.

Xiao Yan was not embarrassed, his face was calm and he said lightly: "I just want to ask you for advice. Since that's the case, then forget it. It has nothing to do with sincerity or not."

The Feng Shui master curled his lips and said, "Young man, it's not that I praise you. If you are interested in spells, it means that you can see its value and you have a good vision. This is a magic that is very difficult to learn and proficient in. It is not worse than martial arts, and it is even closer to the way of heaven to some extent."

Before Xiao Yan could respond, he continued, "You are right. This is an ancient Daxia language, which has been lost for a long time. Only the wizard lineage has been passed down from generation to generation. Oh, my Feng Shui master is just an external saying, which is easier to understand. In fact, we are ancient wizards, and since ancient times, the witch and Taoism have not separated."

"No, I know a little about Gu Daxia's words, I don't understand what you said at all." Xiao Yan shook his head.

"Haha, the ancient Daxia language is correct, but the ancient Daxia language has many branches. To be precise, mantras are witch languages." The Feng Shui master smiled meaningfully.

Wuyu? A thought flashed through Xiao Yan's mind, as if he realized something, but there was too little information about the ancient witch, and he could not form a clear idea in the end. He smiled: "I can't refute you to say that. Wuyu is too small to be used and is only passed down among wizards. It is unknown to outsiders. No wonder I can't hear it at all."

While he was speaking, the sea of ​​consciousness repeatedly played the mantras recited by Feng Shui Master, but he still only heard the sounds and did not understand what he was reciting. He could only understand the few sentences such as urgent rules. However, when he listened to the mantra repeatedly, some subtle changes seemed to appear in the sea of ​​consciousness.

There is no energy fluctuation, nor any change in mental power. Instead, there is another kind of power that cannot be seen through and touched. Subtle changes can only be understood but not expressed in words.

The Feng Shui master looked up keenly at his head and looked at him in surprise. The sky and the earth changed color and the wind and clouds changed. This boy unknowingly touched the energy of the heaven and earth, causing some special celestial phenomena.

But it didn't last long, and the special celestial phenomena gradually became chaotic and then quickly disappeared. He saw that Xiao Yan had just forced some spells and did not understand how to recite them, so he just triggered the power of the spell by chance, but this was also an extremely genius, a talent that could be created.

"The wizard is different from the language we often use. It corresponds to all things in the world. Each word weighs more than a thousand pounds and has its own unique power." The Feng Shui Master seemed to be talking to himself. As he spoke, his eyes revealed his fascination. "I heard that the ancient witch had a promise of a thousand gold. This promise is not a promise, but a promise of a wizard. It is a witch word of a word. With this word alone, you can kill enemies thousands of miles away, call the wind and rain, drive away ghosts and control gods, control all beasts, and even the strongest wizard can make a promise of creation. It is simply omnipotent."

Xiao Yan was not moved by his description, but changed the subject: "Is witchcraft a power to communicate with heaven and earth?"

"Haha, the power of heaven and earth should be, isn't martial arts also using the power of heaven and earth?" Mr. Feng Shui smiled with ease, "It's just that the usage is different. It's not that I underestimate martial arts. In the eyes of wizards, martial arts are just small paths. My master has always told me this."

"No, I heard that senior Mad Taoist is also a master of martial arts." Xiao Yan touched his nose.

Although he talked very broadly and seemed to have no substantive topics, Xiao Yan could still hear that Feng Shui masters highly praised wizards and had a very strong belief, which is rare. No matter which profession they are in, it is almost impossible to achieve great success without such almost obsessive beliefs.

Unfortunately, although Wu Dao is mysterious and powerful, he cannot become a disciple without a systematic learning path, so this matter can only end here.

"You have good ability to remember. If you have nothing to do, you may be able to recite a different path." Mr. Feng Shui finished speaking in a daze, stood up, patted his butt, and took out the soul-catching bell again.

I started to chant again, which was different from the previous mantra, but it was still obscure and difficult to understand, just like a child who had not learned to speak, he emitted meaningless syllables. But it was obvious that his words were not meaningless, but had the power to communicate with the world.

Xiao Yan paid close attention to him as before, and used his strong mental power to capture the whole process like a camera, both accurate and repeated playback and learning.

It’s not a bad thing to learn more, but it’s not bad to have more skills.

The sky above the cemetery was covered with clouds and the sky was even more gloomy. There was a roar of wind in it, as if countless ghost soldiers were hidden in it, and the timid people could be scared to death. The cemetery was also even quieter, and the insects and birds were silent. Only the sound of Feng Shui Master rattled the bells touching Xiao Yan's nerves one by one.

A black air evaporated from the tomb, and at first it was a slight lingering stream, but then it gradually became thicker. It was a black evil spirit that quickly merged into the darkness, making the atmosphere of the cemetery more depressing and solemn. Xiao Yan subconsciously wanted to release his spiritual sense to explore the tomb, but he inexplicably gave up this idea.

It was not until no black evil spirit escaped in the tomb that the Feng Shui master closed the broken copper bell and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"It's almost done, are you opening the coffin yourself or finding someone to open it?" Mr. Feng Shui asked expressionlessly.

Xiao Yan understood the meaning of opening the coffin as soon as he heard it. After a moment of silence, he nodded: "I am a son, of course I will do it, are there any taboos?"

The Feng Shui master shrugged: "Just be afraid, there are no taboos, the movement is smaller, otherwise it will be scary, but there are no people around here, otherwise it will be very troublesome."

Although he was a deep Taoist practitioner, he was not a martial arts practitioner and had no strong mental power. In addition, the fog was rich and the black evil energy increased the concentration of the fog. He could not see his five fingers and could not detect the surrounding situation. He did not know that there were no people around the cemetery. There was a group of people coming, and they were tense and could kill him at any time.
Chapter completed!