Time for study always passes quickly, and the climate in Yunzhou really cannot see clearly spring, summer, autumn and winter. When Pan Long was sketching on the street one day, he accidentally saw several old men wrapped in white cloth carrying a jar larger than a person. He was like a plague god, and everyone was afraid of seeing people. He allowed the people on the road to keep at least ten steps away and slowly walked out of the village, and then he suddenly realized.

"It's another Dragon Boat Festival!"

The custom of refining Gu is still circulating in many places in Yunzhou. The most common refining Gu is that on the Dragon Boat Festival, a variety of poisonous insects that were fed with secret medicine for a period of time were placed in a jar and placed in a special crypt. Then pray to them often, one every three or two days, or once every five or six days... It lasted until a cloudy and unraveled summer. The jar was opened at noon when there was no rain or sunshine. The poisonous insects that survived in the jar were the so-called "Gu".

This Gu is not very toxic, its main purpose is very interesting, and it is used to "witness and swear".

Specifically, the Gu is fed with the blood of the Gu raised. After about three years, the Gu will be able to communicate with the spirit. If you need to swear in the future, let the swearer and the Gu raised each take a drop of blood for the Gu worm to eat, and then the swearer swears in front of the Gu raised and the Gu worm. If the swearer violates the oath, he will be poisoned and die of inexplicably.

As for what happened to this poison, there are many different opinions.

Some people say that it was the psychic of the insects, and knew that he had violated his oath, so they went to bite him to death.

Some people say that a drop of blood was eaten by the Gu worm, and there was a sense in the dark. Once he violated his oath, the Gu poison could be transmitted to him from a distance.

Some people also say that the refining of the Gu actually originated from the five magical arts that were a long time ago. The Gu insects are the prototype of the five evil gods. Although they are just prototypes, they are also gods and ghosts after all. If mortals violate gods and ghosts, they will naturally die.

These statements are amazing, but in fact most of them are just bragging.

Today, Jiuzhou, the one who has the most research on Gu poison is mostly not these Gu elders in the countryside, but Bi Lingkong, who has fought with various Gu immortals for countless years. She once said: "There are actually at least seven or eight points in the genius of the genius. It is truly worthy of the name, and it may not be once or once in ten times. Even if it is the kind of Gu that scares three points in the genius, it may only be once or twice in ten times."

"This is often the case with ordinary people. They like to exaggerate what they don't understand or are afraid of. They use exaggeration to conceal fear, and even use the method of spreading fear to conceal their cowardice and incompetence... This is one of the common bad habits of all wise creatures. Even if they are just children and no one teaches them, they can learn without a teacher."

When she said this, she seemed a little cynical: "In the past, the Master always said that human nature is good, and it must be his fault! How can human nature be good? I have observed many children who do all kinds of selfish and cruel things without even a trace of pity or anxiety, but simply relaxed and happy... Human nature must be evil, and it is very evil!"

Pan Long originally planned to talk to her about the view of "human animality and sociality", but seeing her angry look, she wisely shut her mouth when she remembered her experience.

Bi Lingkong's hatred cannot be resolved with words. The destruction of the Confucian clan caused a great blow to her.

To be honest, she was able to keep her mentally normal without becoming a lunatic. Pan Long thought she was already amazing and admirable.

During the period when he studied art with Bi Lingkong, his understanding of "demon god" has increased a lot. The so-called demon god is the obsession that crosses the boundaries of humans and gods. Once this obsession is destroyed, it will either die quickly or become crazy and turn into a monster.

Bi Lingkong was able to persevere when the Confucian beliefs were shattered, and even found the obsession in Confucian thoughts that could support himself to become a demon god. This incident seemed incredible to Pan Long.

It’s like a person walking to a garbage mountain where abandoned cars are piled up, picking and picking, using the parts found in various garbage dumps to piece together a world-class fashionable sports car.

...Impossible! If you buy a van, jeep, or even a caravan, it's fine. In the garbage mountain, where do you go to find suitable luxury sports car parts? Not to mention anything else, for example, the car logo has been cut off and sold to collectors, okay?

But Bi Lingkong's inner pain was actually very obvious. She often felt in love with the scene because she thought of the past because of some things, and then laughed out loud or was depressed alone. It can be seen that she could not let go of these past events. They were like stones, pressing heavily on her heart, without any relaxation.

Pan Long once advised her: Di Jiazi is dead, and she is sulking now, but in fact she can only hurt herself.

Bi Lingkong always smiled slightly, his face full of melancholy, neither agreeing nor refuting.

Pan Long had no choice but to shake her head and sit aside and watch.

After a while, Bi Lingkong finally calmed down. When he turned around, he found that Pan Long was painting.

On the painting, there is a woman wearing a long scribe robe with beautiful appearance and free and easy posture, but her face is full of melancholy, which ruins her style and temperament.

"It was well drawn," she said.

Pan Long shook his head: "It was not good at all, and he couldn't grasp the charm."

"Shen Yun?" Bi Lingkong smiled bitterly, "Isn't the Shen Yun of a betrayal dog like this kind of down-and-out appearance?"

"You are the only one who thinks you are a betrayal dog."

As he said that, Pan Long hooked his hand and captured a piece of nearby river water out of thin air, drawing a circle in the air.

The water is as round as a mirror, and inside the mirror is what Bi Lingkong just now.

She looked melancholy, but there was no weakness or confusion in her eyes, only strength and stubbornness.

"I have learned to draw for so long, but I can only draw a rough idea. I can only see who the person in the painting is and whether he is sad or happy. But I still can't do it if I want to express those complex feelings and truly present a person with a rich heart on the drawing paper."

Pan Long sighed, flicked his finger, and the drawing paper turned into ashes and sprinkled all over the ground.

"I don't know when it will take until I can really use my brush to capture a person's subtle feelings and record it faithfully..."

Bi Lingkong was silent for a while and shook his head: "I think you are drawing well."

"It's not like, it's better?"

"It seems like it's just a minor one." Bi Lingkong said, "Your painting really shows my inner emotions. It's many times more powerful than what I'm used to pretending to be."

As she said that, she started to laugh.

"It seems that you have completed the basic introductory practice. Starting tomorrow, I will teach you the real key to 'whatever you want'."

Pan Long was surprised and asked, "What is the 'real key point'? Did you say that what I learned before was wrong?"

"What you learned before was of course the 'will of your heart' technique, but those are just the foundation. I don't know how much time and energy it takes to deduce a truly complete 'will of your heart' from those foundations." Bi Lingkong said with a smile, "You don't think that it's that simple, do you think it's that simple, if this technique is so simple, then why did we kill twenty-six anti-kings and conquer the 14 counties?"

"The Confucian Sect was so prosperous back then?" Pan Long was shocked.

"In the Warring States Period, there were four major schools in the world. Among the six major schools, I was the leader of Confucianism. How did you think the status of the top schools in the world came from?"

Pan Long had nothing to say, only admire him.

The next morning, Bi Lingkong brought in an extremely thick armor and asked Pan Long to put it on.

"What's the use of this armor?" Pan Long asked, "If you want to talk about defense, my own flesh is much stronger than it."

Bi Lingkong was stunned for a moment and poked Pan Long's shoulder with his finger.

The flesh and flesh that had been tempered by the Nine-Turn Xuan Gong seemed to have no defensive effect in front of her slender fingers. The skin was pierced and a small wound appeared.

Pan Long was a little embarrassed, but Bi Lingkong widened his eyes, looked at his wound, and then his fingers, looking at his face disbelief.

"If I finger, even a piece of iron can poke a hole. Why do you poke it on you? It's just a little skin?" She said in surprise, "Your skin is really stronger than ordinary heavy armor..."

Her eyes suddenly lit up and she said, "Have you ever considered peeling your skin one piece at a time to make leather. Over time, make enough weight and then make yourself a piece of leather armor?"

Pan Long was stunned. He had never considered this method.

This method is really crazy, and no one who has no problem with his brain will do this.

But...thinking about it carefully, this method seems to be very good.

Anyway, he can recover quickly after being injured. Even if he peels off a piece of skin, it will probably take less than half an hour to grow again. Then, make leather with nitrate, accumulate materials, and make armor...it seems completely feasible.

With his current physical strength, the defense of ordinary heavy armor is no longer worth mentioning. But if he uses his own leather to make leather and then make armor, he believes that the strength must be far above ordinary heavy armor, which can help him a little.

Seeing that he was a little moved, Bi Lingkong immediately said that he could help.

"Senior, can you still make armor?"

"How could I make skin? I haven't learned it."

"Then how are you going to help me?"

"I can help you anesthetize." Bi Lingkong said confidently, "It's anesthetized, and it doesn't hurt to peel it."

They really tried it, and after about half a quarter of an hour, they got a piece of hard and hard that was beyond imagination. When they hit their fingers, they could only make a dull and heavy sound. It was clearly thin, but it could be used to cut off the hard skin of ordinary metals.

Then, Pan Long raised an important question.

"Which cobbler can make such a leather armor?"

Bi Lingkong was also a little confused. She recalled it carefully for a long time and finally said that she could try to make it by refining magic weapons.

So she sprayed out flames and put the hard crust inside to bake. While baking, she inputs mana while seeing words appear in the air, and then flew into the flames one by one and merged into the hard crust.

About half an hour later, she put away the flames, and the hard skin had turned into a heart-protecting mirror.

"Try it."

Pan Long took the leather heart protection mirror that still had the remaining warmth, pulled out a short knife, and stabbed it hard on it.

With a muffled sound, the steel short knife broke into two pieces, and there was only a small white dot on the leather heart protection mirror.

"It's done!" Bi Lingkong smiled with satisfaction, "Then just follow this method, refine the various parts of the leather armor piece by piece, wait until all the parts are all together, and then cast the spell to combine them, and then make a complete set of armor."

Pan Long was quite satisfied, but... he thought about the matter of "making armor for himself with his skin", and he felt a little strange.

"Do you think something is wrong?" Bi Lingkong saw his thoughts, smiled and stretched out his hand, letting him look at his sleeves, "Did you see this piece of clothing? It was made of feathers on my body as materials."

She said happily: "For us demon gods, our body is the best raw material for refining tools. The magic weapon made with our body as materials is the best way to meet our needs."

Pan Long frowned. He always felt something was wrong...

Fortunately, he is not a tangled person, and now he is not the time to worry about these details.

I can talk about the matter of refining leather armor later. The most important thing today is to learn the real key to "do your heart".

Because there was no need to wear armor, Bi Lingkong directly brought Pan Long to a forest. She cast a spell to break many thick branches, hanging them one by one in the air, swaying around and ramming everywhere.

"When I was practicing my body skills, I once practiced in this environment." Pan Long said, "If only these branches are not careless, they will not even hit me."

Bi Lingkong smiled: "You go over and talk about it first."

Pan Long walked straight into the bushes, and thick trees collided from all directions, and he easily avoided them, even one of them could rub against him.

Seeing that he was so relaxed, Bi Ling pinched a magic trick in his hands and blew at him.

"ban!"

Pan Long's eyes burst into tears. He saw himself standing among countless thick woods, which kept hitting his body, and then bounced to the side. The sound was like a construction worker swinging a sledgehammer and nailing piles for the house.

"You have already understood that the emotions between people cannot be connected, and you understand that don't use your own emotions to guess others. But this is just the first step. Next, you must understand that the 'true self' and 'self' are not completely connected. Find the 'true self' that is transcendent, learn to use the 'true self' to observe the world and control yourself."

Bi Lingkong's voice came faintly. When he turned around, he saw a small crow, who was parked on the branch and looked at it with his head tilted.

"The self can be deceived, but the true self cannot. Only by always being clear about the true self can we truly achieve without hesitation, regret, and fear, no matter what we do, it will come from our hearts and will never go against our true hearts."

The crow looked at him with expectation in his eyes: "This is the real 'whatever'. In the entire Confucian sect, there were not many people who practiced it. All those who practiced it eventually became immortals and Buddhas. Even if they were eliminated for a while, they would still return."

"I can't do it, I can only cultivate into a demon god. I hope you can truly cultivate it and inherit the most core Taoist tradition of our Confucian sect!"
Chapter completed!