"This book is well written, no wonder it is treasured by your former master!"

Lu Anzhi was once a young literary man in Nan Ke's dream, and he had a good appreciation ability.

"Why isn't it bad?"

The ancient god wondered: "When my former master was depressed and bored, he would read this book, which was to save his loneliness."

"This book describes a beautiful female monk who was diligent in practicing as a human being, but was tempted by an elder named Gao from the sect with promotion and spiritual sand. He gradually fell from a pure-minded female monk, sinking into the desires of the world, and eventually turned into a story of a person who can do the same kind of bad women."

Lu Anzhi concluded: "This is a story of being insulted and damaged. He criticized the senior leaders of the sect who controlled a large number of resources. They did not benefit the people or saved thousands of people, but used it to make profits and fulfill their own selfishness. Such people are shameless and hateful and deserve to be killed!"

“…”

The ancient god was shocked.

What you said makes sense, but I can't even refute it?

"So my former master has such a high level of thought?"

The ancient god blamed himself a little, and he misunderstood his former master. Then, it suddenly realized: "It turns out that every time he finished loneliness, he lay on the ground, with a blank face and stared at the ceiling with a dull eyes, hating his weakness and incompetence, unable to change the world and make it beautiful and clear!"

"No, your former master shouldn't have thought so much. He just entered the sage time, didn't think about anything, and didn't want to move at all!"

Lu Dalang analyzed.

“…”

The ancient god didn't want to talk to Lu Dalang and Lu Anzhi, and even vomited a mouthful of thick phlegm.

The book is very thin, with only eighteen chapters. Lu Dalang quickly finished it and then became depressed. He hasn't finished writing it. Such an author is really not a son!

Lu Anzhi put "Female Cultivator Bai Jie" aside and read other books.

"Legend of Phoenix Warrior"

"The Cunning Feng Shui Monk"

"Alibaba's Era"

...

After picking it up and reading a few pages, Lu Anzhidu couldn't help asking the ancient god: "Miss Sanzi, are you sure your former master is a puppet master?"

"Don't call me a mistress, either call me an ancient god or call me Caizi!"

The ancient god was very embarrassed and hated that he had no right to deal with his master's belongings, otherwise he would burn them all for him.

"Okay, the third son!"

Lu Anzhi threw these books aside and read them down, and finally there was a product.

"The Legendary Puppet"

"Puppet Basic Design and Tectonics"

"The Great Hundred Puppets Modification Collection"

...

These books are all good things, including all aspects of puppet learning. They were collected by more than a dozen masters who majored in puppet learning. Some were isolated books, and some were not. In short, it took tens of thousands of years to save these rare books, and the spiritual sand spent was also astronomical.

From the beginning to the mastery, Lu Anzhi didn't have to bother to collect books on puppet learning. There were all here. He even found a jade slip full of study notes from the former master...

"How is your former master doing in the field of puppetology?"

Lu Anzhi looked through other heritages, and they were all related to puppet science.

"Are you a master?"

The ancient god sighed.

"I feel a little dissatisfied with your tone?"

Lu Anzhi frowned slightly. This Caizi has such high requirements for his master, just like those three-point blind date girls who have no appearance and talent, but they say that the blind date boy must earn one million yuan a year and graduate from a double first-class university, otherwise they will be too lazy to meet him.

"No matter who spends thousands of years studying a discipline, he will become a master, right?"

The ancient god was helpless.

The former master actually didn't have much talent in puppet studies, but he just liked to pinch villains and create various puppets. He didn't care about strength or weakness, but he just liked it.

Lu Anzhi curled his lips and refused to comment. Later, he found another scroll.

This thing is as thick as a wrist, one foot long, with five ancient bird seals written on it, flashing with fluorescent light.

"The Sutra of Mountains and Seas and Beasts"?"

Lu Anzhi unfolded the scroll, and there was a portrait of an ancient beast on it.

"It is called Bai Ze, which is an ancient auspicious beast. When it encounters it, it can turn bad luck into good luck."

Popular science of ancient gods: "It is said that it can speak human words, understand the feelings of all things, understand the appearance of all things in the world, and is an omniscient beast."

This white ze is in the form of a lion, with a corner on its head, a pair of wings on its ribs, and a slender and fluffy mane, which looks quite majestic and gorgeous.

"What is this portrait for?"

Lu Anzhi was curious. This strange beast picture is too complicated. Just looking at the lines, I am afraid there are 100,000.

"This is a visualization that is used to cultivate the soul, a holy-level masterpiece."

The ancient god sighed that this technique has been passed down to twenty-three generations of masters, and it has a long history.

"What?" Lu Anzhi was stunned: "This...is how much spiritual sand is worth?"

There are various methods of practice in the Saha world. According to its strength, it is divided into three levels: heaven, earth, and man. Each level is divided into four levels: low-grade, medium-grade, high-grade, and excellent-grade.

And above the heavenly level, there is also a holy level.

Just like among billions of human beings, a saint appears, who is at the peak of all practice methods and is hailed as a holy merit.

The saint-level masterpiece means the highest and supreme, nothing is more powerful than it!

"Spiritual sand? Either exchange it with equal skills, or you exchange it for an unexplored small world, otherwise you won't think of eating peaches."

Ancient God haha.

The saint-level masterpieces are all magical skills in the sect, and they are the biggest reliance for cultivators to rampant the world.

There is a proverb in Xiaoxianzhou: The size of your fist is, the size of your fist will be. The grade of your skill determines the size of your fist.

"It seems that before I was reborn, I didn't know that there were such a level of martial arts in this ancient painted pottery, otherwise it would be the best third-level opportunity!"

Lu Anzhi was a little lucky, but fortunately he went to get it, otherwise wouldn’t he regret it for the rest of his life?

"Don't be too happy too early. This visualization can only be used to cultivate the strength of the soul, and there is no way to fight!"

The ancient god poured a basin of cold water.

The soul is also called the soul. The greater its strength, the less likely it is to be taken over by the monks. Moreover, when attacked by the magical powers of the soul, the less damage they will be, and even completely harmless.

"oh!"

Lu Anzhi suddenly felt a little disappointed.

"There are two skills for puppet masters to operate puppets. First, the thread-tugging operation, also known as the silk-tugging secret drama, is to condense the true essence into a silk shape and connect it to the puppet, so as to operate it by relying on various movements of both hands."

The ancient god became a temporary teacher and gave Lu Anzhi science: "The second type is the operation of the soul, which is to divide the soul into part and attach it to the puppet."

"Compared with the two, the first type is difficult to learn, but because it is a wire-tie operation, the puppet will not cause any damage. The second type, although the operation is simple, once the puppet is injured, it will be fed back to the puppet through the soul. However, the stronger the soul, the longer the time it takes to control the puppet, and the more numerous it will be."

"This one can be there!"

If Lu Anzhi wants to enter Piaomiao Sect, he cannot condense his energy into his body before entering, which means he cannot practice any magical powers.

However, practicing the soul will not condense qi in the body.

"If I can control the puppet, then my combat power will be improved and I can increase my success rate!"

Lu Anzhi is preparing to share it with his sister tonight.

The remaining things in the wooden box are nothing valuable.

"Caizi, what other abilities do you have?"

Lu Anzhi sat cross-legged according to the description on the Mountains and Seas.

"It's useless to tell you that a mortal is, just work hard to become a monk first!"

The ancient god doesn't want to say it.

Because it's too powerful, I'm afraid of scaring you.

Lu Anzhi shrugged his shoulders. It doesn't matter. Anyway, he is already content with these abilities at present.

call!

Lu Anzhi took a deep breath, abandoned distracting thoughts, followed the instructions on the scroll, concentrated and calmed down, observed the image of Bai Ze's strange beast, then closed his eyes, and visualized it in his mind.

To put it bluntly, it is to outline every detail of it in your mind until it is perfect.

In the internal field of Gu Sancai, the time flows slowly. Lu Anzhi was sleepy and had no sense of hunger in his body, which allowed him to keep practicing without going out for food.

Time is rushing, just like a cruel look that his cheating wife never looks back when she leaves.
To be continued...