Chapter 137: The brightest star in the night sky

Lin Tuo's idea is very simple. In fact, he had considered this issue as early as when he first handed down the cultivation method.
Hundreds of years are indeed long for humans in the sand table.
He even completed the dynasty change and established a ninth to first grade cultivation system.
However, is this enough for them to come to the forefront of Lin Tuo on the path of evolution?
Probably not.
After all, in the No. 2 sandbox, Hathaway and others are equally talented, and they have the foundation of a "witch", but they have not gotten through.
Of course, this is not to say that human progress in sandbox No. 2 is slow, but the direction is different.
The first humans in the No. 2 sandbox were wasteland immigrants. Some of the elites themselves possessed extraordinary powers. After obtaining the cultivation method, they only used this to enhance the power of "supernatural powers".
For this reason, in the long period of time, the cultivation direction of the North and South Continents mainly lies in the development and mastery of "skills."
Thus built the entire "spell system" in one fell swoop.
The best part of it was collected by Lin Tuo, and hundreds of books were piled on the desk.
This is not counting, their achievements in applying magic to the "civilian" field.
Precisely because they put their energy on the "application" level of spells, they appear to be a little behind in their own evolution.
If the body tempering progress is calculated, the so-called high-level transcendents such as Hathaway are still inferior to Lin Tuo.
Corresponding.
In the No. 3 sandbox, apart from the scarce monster races, as far as humans are concerned, they had never mastered any extraordinary powers before Lin Tuo passed on the Qi Eating Method.
Therefore, after the rise of the demon slayer group represented by Wang Tiefu, the entire human cultivation system was derived based on the Qi-saving method.
This led to the result that the situations encountered by Wang Xundao and Lin Tuo were highly similar.
To summarize:
Sandbox No. 2: There are supernatural powers first, and then the cultivation method, so the magic method is more important than the self.
Sandbox No. 3: There is only cultivation method... human beings have no choice, so there is no "spell" at all.
Different soils produce different flowers.
If there is a so-called "evolutionary tree", then the two sandboxes are branches opposite to each other.
On the contrary, the situation of the Monster Race may be more similar to the No. 2 Sandbox Transcendent... But their number is too scarce, and they are not large-scale, and naturally they can't establish a system.
"Now, the cultivation system of the Dasheng Dynasty has been stuck in the first-grade stage, or it is the bottleneck of body tempering. If you want to continue to push forward, you can only apply external force.
Otherwise, I don't know when and how many years and months there will be a breakthrough, or even forever, I can't move forward. "
As for the method of advancement, it is also very simple.
That is to teach them the magic theory in sandbox number two.
Try to see if there is any spark from the collision.
However, there is a problem in this, that is, Lin Tuo does not have a good way of transmission for the time being. This is not like the breathing method, which is easy to spread.
The entire magic theory, no matter how condensed, at least a few books should be written.
How to teach is a big problem.
Lin Tuo had previously imagined this situation, so he had already planned.
...
"Spell theory itself is obscure, and only a few people can understand and master it. Therefore, there is no need to spread it to everyone...Just choose the best among the monks and give it to those with great perseverance..."
Thinking of this in his mind, Lin Tuo lifted the brush dipped in blood and gently drew the first trace on the paper.
"The easiest and most labor-saving way is to copy the relevant content and give it to Wang Xundao or Qin Tianjian... There is a gathering of human monk elites from the entire prosperous country."
Lifting the pen, Lin Tuo dipped some blood from the palm of the pen with the red tip.
"The problem is that in this way, it is equivalent to excluding the monster race...
Today's human beings are no longer as weak and small as they were at the beginning, and they can be described as balanced in strength with demons. There is no need to take extra favoritism. Everything is alive. It should be rain and dew...
Besides, this species of demon may bring me extra surprises...like a sea clan..."
Rustle...The brush stroked across the white paper, making a very subtle noise.
"Also, it is too cheap to give directly...
In the Journey to the West, you need to go through the hardships to obtain the scriptures in the west. In this aspect, you can screen out those with great perseverance, and will not let the magic skills fall behind.
Besides, people always don’t cherish what is easy to get..."
Finish the final stroke of the Dao pattern on the paper.
Lin Tuo picked up the paper, blew lightly to dry the blood, and immediately wrapped the black stone with the paper on which the model of the strange spell was drawn.
The same pattern was sketched in his mind... When the spell model was completed, a mysterious power suddenly appeared, and Lin Tuo only felt that the ether in his body had disappeared out of thin air.
The black stone wrapped on the table suddenly floated more than ten centimeters in the air, and immediately burned...
In the flame trembling, the Dao pattern painted by blood released a red light that was not dazzling, and it squirmed, as if it were alive. The next second, it crashed into the stone and disappeared.
"Snapped."
Catching it with his right hand, feeling the warmth of the stone in his palm, Lin Tuo gently exhaled, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
This is a special kind of magic that uses the "body fluid" of the caster as the core material, resonates with the Dao pattern in the consciousness, consumes a certain amount of ether, and allows some materials to become the carrier of the spell.
Body fluids include: blood, urine, tears, etc.
This technique is often used to make magic scrolls.
Lin Tuo’s spell model sealed inside the stone is called
Photography

Can save the image in the mind of the caster.
However, considering that stone is not a suitable material, Lin Tuo estimated that this spell can be stored for more than ten days at most, and it is still a one-off.
"But it's enough." Whispered softly, Lin Tuo held the stone tightly in his hand, and then carefully looked at the derivation sand table next to him for a while.
I closed my eyes, sketched a picture in my consciousness and injected it.
In the next second, a red light flashed across the surface of the stone, and this simple "magic item" was finished.
Looking up at the sky in the sand table, Lin Tuo thought for a while before nightfall, and temporarily put away the stone, and decided to settle another small matter while it was still dark.
...
...
at the same time.
Dasheng Dynasty, east of the capital, under the Dadong Mountain.
The quiet and quiet atmosphere of the past is gone, and the whole mountain is filled with a strange atmosphere.
The collapsed pavilion has been cleaned up, and the Emperor Shengguo has left surrounded by guards and returned to the imperial city.
It's just that the broken blue bricks on the square clearly show to others that an astonishing battle broke out here not long ago.
Near the square, the top of the tallest pavilion on the mountain is an open platform.
"Master, the medicine is ready."
At this moment, a monk of the Qintian Supervisor stationed here, holding the boiled medicinal soup, carefully walked up the stairs and looked at Wang Xundao, who was sitting in the middle of the platform and changed into a long-sleeved robe. ,Say.
"Let it go." The latter did not turn his head, just sat here cross-legged, looking forward quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Master, it's windy here, so let's go back to the room and rest as soon as possible." The young monk put down the medicine soup, hesitated, and finally couldn't help saying.
Wang Xundao just waved his hand and said nothing. The young monk sighed, turned around, walked down the stairs, and shook his head towards the anxious juniors who had gathered together underneath.
As the monks who are lucky enough to be admitted to Dongshan, they have always been proud of serving the world's strongest. In the past, although the "Master" was sentimental and sighed, he never felt like this when he was in a bad mood.
"You said, Master is angry?" Under the pavilion, a little monk couldn't help but whispered.
Someone was curious: "Why do you say that?"
"If you lose, shouldn't you be angry?"
"What is losing? That is clearly because the master underestimated the enemy..." Upon hearing this, someone immediately retorted angrily.
"Okay, let's stop a bit." The disciple who came down from upstairs moaned softly, and then dragged everyone away.
Only then turned his head to look at the top of the attic with some worry.
Next to him, a little monk couldn't help but said, "Brother, when do you think Master will come down?"
"I don't know, probably... when it gets dark, it should be... right?"
...
Facts proved that the young monk's judgment was not accurate, until the sun fell to the horizon, the sky was dim, the entire Dongshan pavilion was lit up, and Wang Xundao did not walk down the pavilion.
The young monk had no choice but to bite his head under anxiety, and once again walked up the stairs to the top platform.
Respectfully looked at the great master who seemed to have not moved, and then at the completely cold soup medicine that had not moved, begging:
"Master, it's late at night... Let's rest first."
Seeing that cross-legged figure in the darkness remained silent, just looking up, he couldn't help asking: "Master, you have been sitting for a long time, what are you looking at?"
"I'm waiting."
In the darkness, Wang Xundao's voice was extremely calm, without any depression, sorrow, anger... and the like, but with a trace of expectation.
As if not affected by the previous failure at all.
"Wait?" The young monk raised his head in surprise and followed the master's gaze, only to see the sky full of stars, "What are you waiting for?"
"answer."
Wang Xundao's answer is still brief.
"Answer?" The young monk repeated the word questioningly, and then wondered how could there be an answer in the starry sky.
Could it be that Master was irritated by the battle of Sunny Day... Sure enough, he should return to the house to recuperate. Thinking about this, he hesitated and persuaded him with all his heart:
"Master, why don't we go back to recuperate, and wait until the weather is better tomorrow, and then come out and wait? Besides, can we wait in the house..."
However, just halfway through what he said, he was suddenly interrupted by a hand raised by Wang Xundao in the darkness: "Don't make a noise! ​​Listen!"
The voice is somewhat changed.
listen?
What to listen to?
The young monk stood in a daze, then raised his head following the master's gaze, looking towards the endless, distant universe.
The sky is quiet.
At first, there was nothing unusual.
After more than ten breaths, he vaguely heard a whistling.
Then, he finally saw a "star" falling from the sky.