Chapter 649

It was his first attempt to produce invisible hands with the power of the soul. At this time, he focused on controlling the invisible hand, grasping the weeds and exerting force.

From front of him to the gate of the courtyard, on the ground three feet long, weeds were immediately uprooted, and countless soil was taken up and floated in the courtyard.

In an instant, a dirt road four or five feet wide appeared on the ground, leading to the courtyard gate.

He felt very raw, but he was interested.

When the eyes flash, the invisible hand will become a big fist of the casserole, and suddenly hammer to the ground.

"BAM, BAM, BAM..." Houses vibrate, courtyard fences shake, and the ground vibrates.

The loose soil on the road in front of me was beaten by the invisible fist of the casserole, as if by a huge force, and was tamped up in an instant.

But he felt as if he was exerting too much, and his mind was dizzy. He stopped the power of his soul.

It's obviously not a day or two to learn that move and use it skillfully.

But if you continue to hammer down hard, I'm afraid the sound will attract all the people in the city, and then it will be very difficult to explain.

When the vertigo is over, lift your foot on the rammed dirt road and walk straight to the courtyard door.

Hands ready to open the courtyard door, suddenly stopped.

Now it's almost evening. If you go out now, where can I buy some teapots?

He immediately turned around and went to the door of the house. He sat cross legged on the grass. He was moved in his heart. He said that if he could not buy it, would he not make it himself?

Do what you say and do. Close your eyes and slowly release the power of your soul.

Just before meeting, a pair of light hands appeared in the air, hands into a shovel, suddenly dig toward the ground.

"Flutter" a sound, the earth on the ground is instantly dug out a large piece, but how can the earth on the ground make a teapot?

His mind moved again, and the power of his soul grew stronger and stronger, digging toward the ground again and again.

...

the night comes early, but it seems that the day is also early.

As soon as the dawn of the day arrived, the people of Guli city went out one after another and began to work for the day's life.

As in the past, those who got up earlier had already placed their superfluous items on both sides of the only avenue in the city, waiting for the transaction.

But there are very few things that can be traded, and there are very few kinds of them.

It's nothing more than a few wild animals that hunters get from hunting, wild vegetables collected from the mountains, and surplus crops in the field, such as chestnut, wheat and millet.

Of course, there are also some simple handicrafts, wooden tables, wooden stools and so on.

As there is only one avenue like this, it looks like a small bazaar in the early morning.

But today, there is a stall man beside the road.

The people who were born here are naturally familiar with each other, but they are not familiar with the newly added stall keeper.

If people are not familiar with them, they are not even familiar with the things on their stalls.

All of a sudden, a stranger set up a stall with strange things on it. People were naturally curious.

So they watched, pointed and talked.

"This, what is this?"

"It looks like a teapot, but it's askew and rough. Look at the one on the far left. It's really ugly!"

"I have seen the teapot, but where is such an ugly teapot?"

...

Yi Heng sits on the ground and wishes to use his mana to close his ears.

Anyone who is surrounded by a group of people, and pointing, talking in succession, the mood is naturally very unhappy.

What's more, the discussion is still about the teapot he made overnight.

However, looking at the row of teapots in front of him and listening to the discussion, he began to feel ugly and his face was slightly hot.

But it is impossible to put away the teapot and go back immediately?

What's more, these teapots are all cast with the power of soul. At first, they are ugly, of course, very normal.

At the beginning of last night, he just wanted to control the power of the released soul. If he could do what he wanted, he would not exert too much, but could save his soul.

Later, after digging out the soil, he wrapped it with the power of his soul and began to try to make a teapot.

Even if the teapot is ugly, it will succeed.

But I didn't expect that for the first time, I couldn't squeeze it into a teapot except for getting a solid lump of mud.

Naturally, he would not give up easily and continue to ravage the soil.

It was not until the earth was crushed into powder by great force that he had to admit that the teapot was not so good to cast.

But he found that although he had not succeeded, he also had a little understanding of the importance of using the power of the soul. He was immediately overjoyed and began to dig and cast teapots all night.

Four or five times later, the first teapot was finally successfully cast. The clay, which had been kneaded by the power of the soul, was extremely solid without burning.It's just as the people who watched just now said, it's really ugly.

The more he looked at it, the uglier he was. It was the teapot on the far left. He wanted to smash it, and it was not easy to do it in full view of the public.

After the first one succeeded, the second one became smoother and smoother.

Overnight, he did not rest, immersed in the casting teapots, there are ten teapots on the ground.

But what I don't understand is that the application of the power of the soul at the back began to be skillful, and the weight of the teapot was very good. Why did they say it was ugly?

Not to mention simple and elegant, natural, but also simple and compact, smooth appearance.

Although there is no pattern and color, it is not ugly.

"Take a look at this one. It's yellowish in color. It hasn't been fired. At the same time, the pot has no handle. How to make tea?"

"That's right. Besides, the surface of the pot is smooth, no dyeing, no pattern and no case. It's really ugly!"

"I haven't used it, but I've seen it. I heard that the teapots used by the rich and noble families in Chaoge city are simple and elegant. The patterns of dragon and Phoenix are all for enjoyment."

...

Yi Heng was surrounded by the crowd, and he could not help crying and laughing when he heard the sound of talking.

But apart from sitting cross legged, he couldn't really punch each other.

He finally realized that the teapot on the ground was really ugly.

Including the tenth teapot.

I made it according to the teapot in my memory. No matter in the past life or in the realm of cultivating immortals, the appearance of this teapot is natural and simple. How can it be similar to the teapot at this time?

So he had to be silent and could not sell it, so he used it as a power to polish and use his soul.

Fortunately, through a night of polishing, the use of the power of the soul, but there is some understanding.

At least now, if you use the power of your soul, you won't be too strong or too light!

Over time, we will surely be able to reach the point where we want to do what we want.

At that time, the distance from the devil's move will no longer be far away.

"You, aren't you the nobleman of that day? How could it be reduced to selling this ugly teapot

A cry woke him up. He looked up and saw an old man squeezed out of the crowd.

He was ragged and rough, and his eyes were muddy. He stretched out his blue veins and pushed his hands away from the crowd and approached him.

With a bitter smile, he said, "the old man, why don't you go fishing today?"

"I'm going, I'm going. Why don't you go with me? How about throwing these into the lake by the way?"

Old Hu was obviously embarrassed to say that the teapots were ugly in his face, but his wrinkled face showed a look of disdain, which showed that these teapots would not really be welcomed here.

"Ha ha, thank you very much. I still want to try again. If I can't sell it today, it's not too late to lose it!"

"Well, gee, how can it be sold..."

"Why can't you sell it? I'll take these teapots A low roar came from outside the crowd and immediately interrupted his words. When they heard the sound, they looked back one after another.

Naturally, old Hu was very surprised. He opened his turbid eyes and turned to look.

There was a commotion among the onlookers, and in an instant they made way.

Yi Heng is also surprised and looks up at the three people coming from the quiet crowd.

The first one was dressed in light yellow brocade, about 20 years old, about seven feet up and down, well-balanced and beautiful.

On his head is a golden crown, which binds the oily and black hair. What is most impressive is a pair of tiger eyes, which radiate an inviolable righteousness. Without saying anything, people can't help but avoid it.

They were followed by two people, with the appearance of retinue, but they were also dressed neatly and looked healthy. Naturally, the people around them could not be compared with them.

Yi Heng straightens up and squints his eyes slightly.

What they saw was that the righteousness in his eyes was inviolable, but he was different from others. From then on, the black air emanating from the renyin hall made him frown.

If so, you can avoid this person.

At this time, with the young man approaching, he felt not a heroic spirit, but a dead breath different from that of normal people.

It seems that what is coming is not a young man in his prime, but an old man in his old age.

Even older than Hu.

Hu opened his mouth slightly, but did not dare to speak more. He leaned aside and leaned to one side.

"I will see you in Jikao

"Taoist!"

"How could it be!"

...

when the young people came to Yi Heng, they bowed down and worshipped, and they called themselves "Taoist". As soon as they called out, they startled the people around them.

The person who cultivates the Tao is the one who is outside.

Although the common people's opinions are shallow, they also occasionally hear rumors here.Yi Heng's eyebrows finally wrinkled. It can be seen from people's reaction that since the establishment of the Shang Dynasty for hundreds of years, it was necessary to cultivate immortals among the common people.

But at this time, I was very upset.

One is that they don't want to be close to Jikao, and the other is that the people here know that they are immortal practitioners. How can they be pure after that?

There was a flash in his eyes to warn him.

Jikao is the examination of Boyi. Bo is the eldest, and the city is a fiefdom. Therefore, it is called Boyi Kao in history.