C317 spiritual needle (1) (1/2)
Writing techniques in silence was not easy, but it wasn't easy either!
Chu Mo did not want to create a technique, but wanted to record the comprehension in his heart, and transform it into words, to be used by the He family for cultivation.
It was just that, compared to writing an essay, the author had to write it down using the spiritual force, otherwise, it would not be able to be comprehended and cultivated by the later generations.
This, was no longer a simple writing technique, but a constant need for the cooperation of the spiritual force.
Even if Chu Mo's spiritual force was stronger than normal people, he still found it hard to bear. After two days, he was only halfway through writing, and he was also completely exhausted.
He Zhilan pushed the door open and entered, just in time to see this scene. She felt that it was both funny and pitiful, and said: ”Chu Mo, you don't have to work so hard.
Chu Mo crawled up from the table, and said dispiritedly: ”If you finish writing earlier, you can start cultivating earlier. This way, you'll have a better chance of winning when we wait for the competition between the Wishing Pagoda s.”
He Zhilan shook her head, and said: ”How can it be that easy? I can only control three fine needles at the most with my spiritual force.
Chu Mo declined to comment, passing over the completed book on the table to Young girls, and said: ”Although this is not the complete book, but it has a complete record of one to three times nine, which is called the first half of the technique manual. You can try it first.”
He Zhilan took the book and quickly read through it. She realized that this method was actually very complicated, and far surpassed all the Martial Skills s she had learned in the past. She thought: No wonder I only comprehended the first to third level of this method previously.
At the same time, He Zhilan admired Chu Mo even more. She was actually able to completely comprehend the technique, and even write down the entire technique.
Young girls raised his head and asked: ”What is the name of this technique?”
Chu Mo shook his head, and said: ”I don't know, there's no record of it in the stele!”
He Zhilan looked at Chu Mo, rolled her eyes and said: ”Why don't you give it a name!”
”Huh?”
Hearing that, Chu Mo was startled, then hurriedly shook his head and hand, strongly refusing: ”How can that be okay? This is a skill from your He family. How can I, an outsider, be named it? Or you can take it to consult with the Family Head. ”