The same spell, from the beginning to the first-hand experience to the skillful application, must have a process. The process is long for some people, while others are short for others. However, whether it is short or long, it cannot be denied that when he first learns magic, he must have been chanting mantras and drawing talismans first.

Yi Yan watched the scene where the sun jumped out from the horizon through the soul, and saw the sun's essence fire appearing at that moment, thus obtaining the spell mark that condensed the sun's essence fire from the world.

There is no spell in this world that is so powerful as it appears, or that the spell itself has no power, it itself exists in nothingness.

Just like this Sun Essence Fire is one of the most powerful flames in the world, especially at noon, when the Sun Essence Fire is the most prosperous. But now Yi Yan uses it, he feels dull and slow. The Sun Essence Fire does appear in his spell, but it just flashes and disappears.

A talisman seal formed in Yi Yan's heart, but there were many things in the talisman seal. The mantra that Yi Yan just recited just now appeared in his heart. He had never learned any mantras at all, but the mantra naturally flowed out as his mind was chanting, and he naturally recited it out of his mouth.

When he was thinking, his own divine thoughts were beating in a mysterious way. As he jumped, he slowly became hot. When he felt that he was about to burn, the sun's essence fire appeared in the surrounding void.

However, this essence fire only appeared, and he could not make the sun essence fire change as he wished. However, in addition to spells, there was also magic trick in the talisman seal, which required the use of magic power to draw the talisman seal in the void, and the function played was the role of stamina and direction.

The magic spell can condense the sun's essence fire, but cannot make these essence fires move as they wish. The magic spell can condense and transform into the sun's essence fires where they want.

These are two different feelings. When you first use it, you have a kind of awkwardness of using it with one mind and two minds, so Yi Yan only tried the magic mantra when he first tried it.

Yi Yan sat cross-legged and quietly experienced the designated space and time in the magic tricks. If he wanted to say anything, he would definitely not be able to say it, but he could clearly sense that mystery through the talisman.

There are so many mysterious wonders contained in a talisman seal, and so clear. When he obtained the divine will of the emperor, although he also had a mysterious feeling in his heart, the spell was simpler and not so complicated. However, simple spells did not mean that the power of the spell would be weak, just like the power he showed when he controlled the divine power that was invited by the emperor through the divine will of the emperor, which was enough to make the monks of the six kalpas and seven kalpas treat them with caution.

However, asking God to descend to death is only the last method to use, because the price to pay is too high. This spell that can condense the sun's essence fire is considered his second spell in the true sense. Although the spells inherited from Yi Liangkang in the past would have a mysterious feeling when he touched the talisman seal in his heart, there would not be so many things like this spell now.

The sound of Yi An getting up next door came from the sound of dressing, and the door was pushed open. She saw Yi Yan sitting there in a sleepy manner and closed the door again. Yi Yan closed her eyes, and she didn't know whether her brother was asleep or not.

She went to wash rice and cook rice. The rice was given when Yi Yan was personally designated as Master Tiandesity by Hong Xiuquan, including this wooden house.

All along, in Yi Yan's heart, my sister was very naughty, but since he returned home from Kunming, he found that her sister was already very sensible.

Yi Yan stood up and came to the kitchen. When he saw his sister who was about to take the wooden barrel to pick up the well water, he walked over and said, "I'll do it."

"Brother, you are awake." Yi An said.

Yi Yan took the wooden barrel from her hand, and Yi An said, "Then I will wash the pot with the remaining water yesterday. The rice is almost gone. After the meal is over, I want to go find wild vegetables with Aunt Shui."

Yi Yan'an was stunned. He had never thought about this. Someone brought the rice and grains he ate directly. He said, "No need, I'll ask, someone should deliver them tomorrow."

"But, I saw that many of them were reluctant to eat rice, and they were cooked with wild vegetables with rice. We should not ask them for it." Yi An said.

Yi Yan usually thinks about practicing. Although he feels that the people in Zijing Mountain are not doing well, there is no specific concept in his mind about what level it is. Now after Yi An said this, he recalls that most of the people in the mountains are indeed very delicate and thin.

Yi An said again: "When I was at home, my mother also said that there was not enough rice to eat."

"Our family is not enough?" Yi Yan knew that she was talking about her hometown, and said, "How could it be, don't there be more than ten acres of land at home?"

"Last year, I didn't get much millet, and I was levied so much. My mother said it wasn't enough to eat it," Yi An said.

Yi Yan sighed in his heart. He knew that in his hometown, his family had done a good job. If he wanted to have no food to spend the winter in his family, wouldn’t there be no way out for those children?

The family has collected more grain, and over the years, it has been more and more. He knew that this was because the Qing Dynasty was in the place where he was to pay off his debts, and finally understood why the golden dragon was bleeding all over his body when he peeked at the fate of the Qing Dynasty. This was not just because of the "Nanjing Treaty" seven years ago and the forcibly occupied by Macau. The real reason was that people in the whole world were full of dissatisfaction with the Qing Dynasty's rule.

In theory, the collapse of the Qing Dynasty was nothing to practitioners. Although no matter which dynasty the world collapsed, a group of practitioners and sects would disappear, but there would also be a group of practitioners and sects who seized the opportunity to prosper.

However, this time, it is different from the environment faced by practitioners for tens of thousands of years. This time the demise of the Qing Dynasty may make the entire world of practice no longer exist.

What's more, because of the changes in the way of practicing, the connection with the world is closer. Even in Kunlun Yuxu Palace, which is transcendent to the world, there are people going down the mountain and starting to eat evil spirits in the mundane world. In the eyes of many people, this is the Kunlun sect who are exploring the way, and perhaps it will take not long before Kunlun will change to eat evil spirits.

Moreover, the fall of Kunlun's elders into the devil's path proves that Kunlun is not calm. Kunlun is the place where the Taoist ancestors achieved enlightenment, and they are transcendent to various sects, and they cannot even calm down. This makes many people who are still waiting for Kunlun to find other methods of practice give up. In the hearts of some people, practitioners should be separated from the world and should not be lingering in the world like this. This is a kind of depravity and despair, and it is the devil's path.

Yi Yan went out with the wooden barrel, thinking about this in his mind. For the first time, he really began to consider the fate of the world that was closely related to him.

What does the fate of heaven and earth mean?

Is it something vague and ethereal? Is it the fate of practitioners? Is it the fate of emperors on earth in all dynasties?

No.

Yi Yan looked at the people who also carried buckets to carry water, and he thought to himself: "The fate of heaven and earth is their fate, and the fate of all living beings in the world. No matter what happens to the practitioners in the end, as long as there are still people in the world, practitioners can still appear. However, at this time, practitioners will turn into ashes in the fire of heaven and earth, and will still regain their vitality. It depends on their own methods.

Thinking of this, something seemed to have been understood in his heart.

"Mr. Qisu."

A man suddenly shouted behind him, Yi Yan turned around. Of course, Mr. Qisu was calling Yi Yan. This was the Taoist name that Yi Yan had given for himself the last time Yi Yan came here.

The old man had a shaved white beard, his back was slightly hunched, and he was holding a piece of thin wire rope in his hand. One end of the wire rope was obviously newly broken. Before he could come to Yi Yan, he said in a cannon: "I don't know why the wire rope broke last night, and the cow was gone, and now he was going to die. One night, the cow didn't know where it was going. I just searched everywhere but couldn't find it. What should I do?"

His voice was filled with anxiety and expectation. He didn't say what to do with Yi Yan, but Yi Yan couldn't know it anymore. He smiled and said, "Take it and I'll take a look."

The old man quickly handed the hemp rope in his hand to Yi Yan, and whispered in a low voice: "Okay, take a look and see if you can find it."

Yi Yan had his eyes closed. He closed his eyes like a person who had not closed his eyes. This was no longer a secret in Zijing Mountain, and even Yi An already knew it.

Yi Yan can hear it through the soul, not through the ears, the soul has replaced his listening and sight.

Yi Yan held a rope in his hand, and a faint gray light appeared on the rope. After a while, Yi Yan said, "This cow is now in a valley."

"A valley, what kind of valley."

"There is a dead tree not far from the cow." Yi Yan said.

"Dried tree?"

"There is a ditch that is washed out from the valley, and there is a lot of red sand in it."

"Oh, it's there, Shaziao." Someone next to him said quickly.

Yi Yan didn't know where it was. He could only say what he saw and judged it for themselves.

More than a month since Yi Yan became the Destiny Master here, many people have come to Yi Yan to tell fortunes. In Yi Yan's eyes, the fate of everyone here is bloody, which is a sign of great danger, and in the general terms of fate, it is a disaster of blood.

But Yi Yan would definitely not say that. He could only say that everyone worships God's religion and cannot count if it is not under the jurisdiction of the King of Hell.

At first, everyone didn't believe it, but after returning, they secretly rumored that Yi Yan was not capable and was a fake liar or something. Until someone disappeared and couldn't find it, he finally had to come to Yi Yan to try his luck. To his surprise, he actually found something through some words that Yi Yan said.

From then on, it spread. In everyone's heart, Yi Yan is a person who cannot tell fortunes but can calculate the whereabouts of things. In this way, his reputation will gradually recover, and no one will think that he is untrue.

Yi Yan came to the wellhead to pick up water. Someone asked him to fill it up after he thanked him. After he thanked him, he took the water back.

Only when he got home, someone came to find him, He Zhiwen. When Yi Yan came here the next year, he stopped him and asked where Mr. Yi Long was. He was a person who was familiar with Yi Yan, and he was also a few who knew that Yi Yan killed Bu Xiao, the man who was destined to be the destiny of the heavens.

"Sir, Heavenly Father invites you to go there." He Zhiwen is still as thin as last year.

"Yang Xiuqing?" Yi Yan asked with a frown.

Of course, He Zhiwen didn't dare to say that he called Yang Xiuqing's name like Yi Yan, so he had to answer yes.

Yi Yan asked again: "Do you know what's going on?"

He Zhiwen shook his head and said he didn't know.

Yi Yan did not ask again. If it was really dangerous, he would have a warning that only he could feel when He Zhiwen came to invite him just now.

The two went out, and Yi An shouted in the door: "Brother, are you back for dinner?"

Yi Yan said without looking back: "Come back and eat."

Many times, Yi An asked this question not because he was afraid of cooking too much, but because he was afraid that Yi Yan would not go back. He asked him not only to let Yi Yan remember that there was a sister to take care of him, but also to make her feel at ease. So for the past month, whenever Yi An asked this question, he would make it clear that even if there were better food outside, he would come back to eat, but he would also bring some delicious food.

The Zijing Mountain is very large, and the people in the mountains are very poor. The place where people live can stretch from the distant foot of the mountain to the deep mountains. Although everyone's houses are not built in any pattern, there are many roads connected, and these roads are paved with gravel. However, the gravel is not dense, so when the rain starts, these roads will become muddy.

However, the weather is quite good these days, and the road is very dry. The two of them don’t need to pay attention to their feet when walking on the road. Yi Yan turned his head and looked at He Zhiwen’s single clothes and sighed in his heart. Although winter is not cold here, it is still in the first month of the year. He Zhiwen’s face is full of vegetables, his clothes are thin and old, and his pores are shrinking, which is obviously cold.

He reached out and patted He Zhiwen's shoulder. He Zhiwen felt a warm feeling spread from his shoulder, spreading all over his body in a blink of an eye, and the cold that had originally lingered on his body disappeared.

He looked at Yi Yan in surprise. Yi Yan smiled, said nothing, and walked forward in big strides.

He Zhiwen followed behind him, looking at Yi Yan's background with complicated eyes. After a while, he suddenly said, "Sir, yesterday I saw someone from Heavenly Father."

"Oh, who is that?" Yi Yan asked casually in front.

"I asked for a while and I heard it was Bu Xiao's senior brother." As soon as He Zhiwen finished speaking, Yi Yan's steps suddenly stopped. He looked back at He Zhiwen and saw the uneasiness in He Zhiwen's eyes. He didn't know whether it was because of Yi Yan or because he said this that he was worried that he would have something to do.

Yi Yan immediately smiled again, "Haha, come here, it's nothing."

Yi Yan said this, but he became alert. He knew in his heart that if Bu Xiao’s senior brother had really come, how could it be fine?
Chapter completed!