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Chapter 33 How can one practice without cheating?

The sun slowly began to set in the west. Feng Xue raised his hand and glanced at his watch, and found that it was already five o'clock in the afternoon. Looking at the tea stall in the distance, he extinguished the candle on the front of the car and began to push hard with his feet. As the wheels spun, the speed of the car instantly increased.

"Boss, how far is it from here to the next stop?"

When Feng Xue arrived at the stall, he did not get out of the car. He just took out a few copper coins and slapped them on the table as usual. The young boss, who had half-closed his eyes, heard this and said casually:

"It's still over thirty miles to Lucheng. When you get there, the city gates will be closed. If you don't want to sleep in the wilderness, just follow this road west. You'll see a village in about five miles."

Feng Xue smiled kindly upon hearing this and asked casually:
"Boss, why don't you close the stall so late?"

"How can we close the stall so early?" The boss waved his hand, looking unhappy. "The railway doesn't stop until nine o'clock in the evening. I have to wait here until half past eight for the people over there to arrive so we can go back together. Don't even think about freeing us. We're going straight to the military camp..."

At this point, the boss started mumbling again, sounding like he was complaining about how boring and monotonous the job was, but to Feng Xue it sounded like he was showing off that he had a brother-in-law who was a supervisor at the station.

Knowing that it was best not to mess with such people, he took out a few copper coins from his pocket, took out the empty water cup, and asked the boss for a pot of hot tea.

The two chatted for a few more words, and Feng Xue left the tea stall under the pretext of hurrying on his way.

After riding the bike for two miles, Feng Xue took out the teacup, but instead of drinking from it, he poured out the tea inside. Although the probability of something going wrong was extremely small, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was like a frightened bird.

After hesitating for a moment, Feng Xue still followed the boss's instructions and walked towards the so-called village. After all, it was a village twenty or thirty miles away from the county town. It seemed that there were many traveling merchants staying there on weekdays. As long as he was vigilant, it would not be too dangerous.

With this idea in mind, Feng Xue rode all the way, and half an hour later, he saw the shadow of the village.

The village is not big, with only about twenty houses, but there are large tracts of cultivated land outside the village. Although it seems a bit desolate in winter, it can still be seen from the undulating ridges that this should be farmland.

There is a small stream running around the village and farmland. Except for the lack of a "mountain behind", it has almost all the elements of a secluded village in literary works.

Feng Xue drove to the village entrance and saw several old men sitting at the village entrance playing chess. When they saw Feng Xue coming, the old man watching nearby noticed him first and was about to speak when Feng Xue spoke first:

"Uncle, I'm going to Lucheng County. It's getting dark now, and I can't get into the city in time. Can I stay here for one night? I won't go into the village, I can just set up a tent at the door!"

As soon as Feng Xue said this, the old man immediately frowned and said:

"What are you talking about? You are a guest here, how can we let you live outside the village? Even though the temperature is okay now, when night falls..."

Before the old man finished speaking, Feng Xue reached into his arms and pulled out several iron rods as long as his arms, followed by some unprecedented cloth that did not look like it could be stuffed into clothes.

The old man was also knowledgeable, and he immediately said:

"Little... ahem, little sir, are you an immortal master?"

As soon as these words came out, the person who was concentrating on the chess game nearby also shifted his attention. This was exactly what Feng Xue wanted. He nodded and said:

"I don't dare to call myself an Immortal Master. I have just started my cultivation journey and this time I am practicing in the secular world."

As soon as these words came out, the old men at the village entrance immediately went into an uproar. The one who was playing chess just now even messed up the chess pieces and stood up and said:
"When you enter the world, you naturally have to live with the world. How can you not even enter the village? Our village usually welcomes passing merchants and travelers. We have special guest rooms. Master, please don't refuse!"

The noisy appearance of the old men seemed to have attracted the attention of the villagers. Perhaps they were really bored in this winter, and the news that a fairy master had come to the village quickly spread throughout this village with only about twenty households.

However, these villagers were also very sensible. They invited Feng Xue to rest in the village guest room, but they never mentioned anything related to the so-called "immortal master".

Although the fees for Xuanxiu in this world seemed very transparent, Feng Xue still found it rare. After all, even in his previous life, there were always people who asked their painter friends to draw a picture or asked their lawyer friends to ask a question. However, no matter how kind the villagers were, Feng Xue did not intend to comply and said bluntly:
"I appreciate the kindness of the villagers, but Xuan cultivators inevitably have to deal with ghosts and gods. Just entering the village casually is bound to cause trouble. Besides, this village doesn't have local Xuan cultivators stationed here like in big cities. If there is a conflict, it will not benefit the village."

After Feng Xue said this, the villagers stopped nagging him. They just looked at the satisfied expressions of the aunties and uncles, which seemed to be like "I've learned something new. I'll go to the next village to brag about it later."

But even so, each villager sent some firewood over. Feng Xue accepted it, but also paid some money according to the price of Ping'an County market.

As the tent was set up, Feng Xue saw that there was no one around, so he took out candles, seals, brushes, water, straw paper and other items, and set up a small altar using the small table he brought from home.

If it is not for a battle of magic, the altar does not need to be too complicated. Feng Xue dipped a brush in clean water, drew a circle on the seal, and began to open the altar and perform the ritual.

However, what he was practicing at this time was not [Controlling Ghosts], but [Possessing Spirits].

As one of the four basic spells, the core of the Spirit Attachment Spell is to maintain the magic power on a specific object for a long time. It can be said to be a cornerstone skill. Among the twelve spells bought from Jiugu, eleven of them require the skills of the Spirit Attachment Spell to a greater or lesser extent.

Feng Xue’s skill of controlling ghosts was no exception.

He placed his hands on the table, and his magic power surged out from his sea of ​​consciousness, split into two streams, calibrated by the candlelight, and converged towards the seal.

He did not "form a seal", or rather, he was not worthy of forming a seal.

According to the "Yi Zhuang Secret Book", every Xuan Xiu actually has his or her own method of making seals. These seals are essentially "shortcuts" for Xuan Xiu to cast spells. They connect the rituals they know well with seals, and can complete the spell through the simple action of making seals, instead of complicated rituals.

Of course Feng Xue didn't have this ability. He could only guide his magic power step by step and evenly apply it to the circle drawn with clear water at the end of the blank seal.

When the water stain began to shimmer slightly, Feng Xue decisively picked up the seal and stamped it on the straw paper.

A mysterious feeling emerged in his mind, but Feng Xue quickly pressed the stopwatch, 1, 2, 3...

"It only lasted seven seconds? In other words, the maximum I can last for Spirit Possession is two minutes?"

Feeling the sensation on the straw paper begin to dissipate, Feng Xue immediately took out the stopwatch. Looking at the number 6.97, he shook his head slightly. But just as he was about to repeat the training, he suddenly noticed something strange in the corner of his eye.

Feng Xue was very familiar with this feeling. He immediately looked over his shoulder with hope. As expected, a brand new entry appeared above his head.

[Attachment: Using the seal as a medium, attach one's own magical power to the corresponding object.]

　As I said, don't stand from the perspective of God, stand from the perspective of the person involved.

　　The protagonist is an outsider. He doesn't know what the world really looks like and can only grope in the dark. For example, the simple folk customs of the small county town made him relax his vigilance, while the big city slapped him in the face.

　　Similarly, he had seen so-called second-rate masters in the small county town, and he could find several masters of Xuanxiu just by asking around. Naturally, he would feel that extraordinary things were common in this world. In this case, would a gang, especially a gang that dared to rob rich people on the street, not have warriors and Xuanxiu on their hands?
　　The current situation is that this gang may pursue him for the sake of face, or they may not dare to pursue him because of their profound cultivation ability. The probability of choosing one of the two is unknown. Does the protagonist dare to take the risk? Undoubtedly, he does not dare.

　　So he had to leave no matter what.

　　In addition, there was a detail before, that is, the original owner of the house was also a wealthy man, but because his son was framed by a gang, he sold his belongings and ran away. Although the broker said that he was worried that his son would do something wrong, the son of a wealthy man like Master Qin was protected by second-rate warriors. In other words, can it be understood that second-rate warriors cannot protect the family business?

　　Don’t think that the second rate is bad. According to the general pyramid structure, the master is the one who makes the rules, the first rate is the one who maintains the rules, and the second rate is the most solid group of people who need to fight.

　　The protagonist thinks that he is just a small-time Xuan cultivator who has some skills, but he lacks resistance to multiple firearms or long-range curses. Therefore, he doesn't even dare to inquire and chooses to run away.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)