"immortal?"
The red-haired man holding the gold medal quietly had a confused look in his eyes.
That is confusion and confusion.
"How to be immortal?"
"What is immortality?"
"Immortal is immortal."
"Immortality leads to immortality."
Tu Shanjun held the title page of the Immortal Sutra in his hand, looked at the general outline, and fell into deep thought.
He can understand all the words on it. It is obvious that he has never learned or understood it. It is like a person with great magic power who has used his energy and spirit to create a 'whetstone'. As long as it is a weapon, it doesn't matter.
Do you know that a whetstone can become sharp as long as it is ground?
It's a wonderful feeling
It was as if this general outline had become the text he was most familiar with.
It's just that he knows every word, but he can't read or understand them together.
It seems so inconsistent, and it seems to have become a circle, and he may be in the circle, or he may be outside the circle, and he cannot see clearly or understand it.
Tu Shanjun couldn't help but turn his gaze and look at the life of the practitioner who wrote the scriptures.
Throughout the article, his name is not mentioned, nor is he left with any modesty. It all starts with "I".
He did not describe his level of cultivation, nor did he say how fast he practiced. This life story was more like a diary written by him, which only recorded some things, how he pursued immortality.
Visit famous mountains and rivers, set foot in caves and heavens, consult thousands of monks, fight in all directions, and travel through nine heavens and ten lands.
"..."
A lifelong pursuit.
Find the supreme immortal gold and cast the ancient scroll of the Immortal Sutra.
With the completely immortal method.
After reading this life story, which was so short that it could be turned into a poem, Tu Shanjun became even more confused.
The gold medal in his hand was actually made of fairy gold.
He didn't know what Immortal Gold was, but as soon as he saw the name, he knew it must be an extraordinary treasure.
Now it has been turned into book pages to record the ancient methods of overhaul.
"Are you asking me to create immortality in my heart?"
Tushanjun murmured softly.
As he spoke, he bent the gold page in front of him with both hands.
With his unparalleled strength, he could not even do a simple shake. Looking at the eternal golden ancient scroll in front of him, he thought about how to learn the ancient overhaul.
Spring passes and autumn comes.
A cold winter has disappeared again.
Disappeared in two years.
The two of them stayed in Pei's house like mortals.
…
"Still blacksmithing?"
"How come uncle Clan has time to come?"
Sanniang, who was taking care of the spiritual medicine field in the vegetable garden, came over and looked at the monk in black robes.
Pei Mingru hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Hey, you are busy, I will go find him myself."
Crossing the elixir garden, it felt like stepping into a blazing hell.
"Ding!"
"clang!"
"Clang!"
Follow the sound.
A shirtless man with long red hair hanging loose.
The right hand is swinging the hammer, and the left hand is holding an iron lump with steel pliers.
When the hammer fell, the iron lump seemed to expand.
The young man with long hair that was as loose as a waterfall seemed not satisfied with the iron. He stepped on the pedal of the bellows, and the magic power around his body stirred. His consciousness was like the meridians of this huge monster fortress, slowly waking it up from its deep sleep.
The young man manipulated the bellows and the big lungs, and the huge fortress spewed out the anger of spiritual flames.
Continue to burn the large iron lump that is almost black.
The big man seemed to have noticed the visitor, and slowly controlled the stove to maintain the most basic temperature so as not to solidify the iron still in the stove.
Then he walked out of the mouth of the 'giant beast', came to the front of the hall, and said, "Fellow Daoist Pei?"
"Letter from Lord Yuyan."
"The Great Elder is busy with his affairs, so I will take care of them."
Pei Mingru handed over his hands and sat down in the main hall at the sign of the shirtless man. Then he took out the letter and said: "It seems that the brother of fellow Taoist Tushan is very concerned about fellow Taoist. This is the second letter that has arrived at Pei's house.
Already."
"Thank you."
Tu Shanjun took the letter, glanced at it, and said with a smile, "It's mostly just inquiries from relatives and friends."
"Wait for a handwritten letter from me, please bring it back to my fellow Taoist."
"Not so anxious."
Tu Shanjun was speechless: "Fellow Taoist, please take a look at it."
After saying that, he got up and went to the desk, took the jade slip, polished it, and then wrote with a magic pen.
Finally, spiritual consciousness was injected into it and sealed into a palm-sized jade slip.
This is not the first time that Pei Mingru has come back here. The last time he came here, it was still very simple. It was just a small blacksmith shop, and even the copper furnace was still in the open air. This time when he came back, he didn't expect that such a giant had been built.
There are so many strange parts and ways of operation that he has never seen before.
At first glance, there are indeed differences, but after understanding it for himself, Pei Mingru found that these things have the same goal, and they all serve the furnace, so there is nothing strange about them.
When it comes to weapon refining, the Great Weapon Sect ranks at least among the top three in the Eastern Wilderness Realm, and most of their Pei clan are craftsmen who started out as blacksmiths.
Judging from the performance of their spells and supernatural powers, we can tell that they all serve the purpose of refining weapons.
"Fellow Taoist is really a weapon refiner."
Pei Mingru seemed to have reacquainted himself with the red-haired Taoist who came with the letter.
"I have only learned a little before, but I am not very proficient."
Tu Shanjun smiled and nodded. Back then, he had been silent in the Xingluo Sea for two hundred years, and his alchemy skills had been advancing rapidly. The talisman formation had not lost much, and he could only refine weapons.
Because he was not interested, and because Senior Brother Taiyi was a famous weapon refiner, he spent three days fishing and two days drying nets.
Now I pick up the weapon refining again, which is quite sad.
"Fellow Taoist's talent in weapon refining is quite impressive." Pei Mingru praised him repeatedly.
Thinking of the astonishing strength shown by Tu Shanjun, he felt that such a genius should not delay joining the three thousand heretics. Being distracted will always slow down his cultivation.
However, he didn't say much. If the other party was an all-rounder, it would be his own fault if he said too much.
"I still need to trouble my fellow Taoist."
"No trouble, no trouble."
Pei Mingru took the letter, declined and left in a hurry.
"Uncle Grandpa left without even drinking a cup of tea?"
Sanniang was about to take away the tea bowl in the main hall and said with some surprise.
"Major repairs are always busy." Tu Shanjun nodded slightly.
He picked up the scripture on the official document again. What was recorded on it was the smelting and creation of Lingbao.
He has been trying his best to catch up with the progress and is finally on the verge of building a spiritual treasure. It is only because he has wasted so much that he is behind the schedule.
Lingbao's heavenly materials and earthly treasures are still being explored, let alone the immortal gold in his hand. It's not like Tu Shanjun didn't throw the ancient scroll of the Immortal Sutra in his hand into the fire. However, no matter how high the flames were, the ancient scroll remained motionless.
There's not much warmth at all. It's still the same mild material.
Of course Sanniang also knew that Tu Shanjun wanted to melt the ancient scrolls of the Immortal Sutra.
It's just that she doesn't have much to offer in refining weapons.
Just take care of the medicine garden and vegetable garden.
Thinking of the ancient scroll of the Immortal Sutra, the jade slip in her hand and the words left by her father Xu Xuan, Sanniang couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "I don't know what my ancestor got. I haven't seen my ancestor show up for such a long time."
"It's best not to show up."
Tu Shanjun didn't guess what the treasure in Pei Luotian's hand was. After all, it belonged to someone else.
And since the strength is not equal, he definitely can't make any more demands.
Regardless of what Pei Luotian said, in fact Xu Xuan had already predicted it, otherwise he would not have given Pei Luotian a look at the ancient scroll of the Immortal Scripture. However, the general outline of becoming an immortal in the ancient scroll of the Immortal Scripture is certainly important and the most precious.
It is still this page of immortal gold in my hand, maybe this is why it can create the foundation of immortality.
"Aren't we leaving?"
Xu Sanniang looked at Tushanjun curiously.
"Not leaving."
"Here you can eat and drink, you need materials and materials, you need scriptures and scriptures, and you don't need to worry about worldly things. You just need to concentrate on practicing. Why should you leave?" Tu Shanjun already smiled and walked towards the wicker chair with a golden sword.
Suddenly, he shook the wine gourd on his waist, and the spiritual wine refined by the sword energy was swallowed into his belly.
Sanniang looked at Tushanjun strangely.
Back in Tianji City, Brother Tu Shan was thinking of a way to leave.
Now that I'm here, I don't even want to leave.
It's really strange.
There is one thing that Sanniang thinks is very good, that is, the ancestor did not come forward. Even if the great elder of the Pei family does not want to see them, it does not matter. The ancestor, who is not low in seniority, does not mind at all, and even looks like
I used to be a lot more cheerful, and I don’t know what good things happened to me.
Without the mountains of the clan and the pressure to improve her cultivation level, Sanniang was playing with flowers and plants, enjoying the tranquility. She was really a monk with a talent for spiritual plants. It seemed that as long as she handled them, any spiritual plant would be good.
The planting grows faster than other spiritual plants.
The sound of reading in the morning.
The sound of blacksmithing in the evening.
The sound reaches my ears.
Before I knew it, another three years had passed.
Tu Shanjun has mastered the method of forging spiritual treasures and became a master of weapon refining.
Another five years.
With the release of a Taoist weapon, the shirtless red-haired man became a master of weapon refining.
This year.
He tried to melt fairy gold.
fail.
Try again.
Defeated again.
Try again.
Still couldn't shake the Immortal Gold Scroll.
Even the hammer forged by Tao Bing was shattered.
Tu Shanjun fell into a kind of doubt, whether his Qi training level was simply not enough to support him in smelting immortal gold.
If he could forge holy objects, or even advance to a higher level, would it be possible to melt the ancient immortal gold scroll in front of him, but it seems that it is not possible. The senior who wrote the immortal scripture does not seem to be a weapon refiner.
"Isn't it the method of refining weapons?"
Tu Shanjun tried to figure out the ancient immortal gold scroll in his hand, but he still couldn't find it.
He felt that his level of weapon refining was insufficient, and he was not yet able to melt immortal gold and make it as easily as the ancient overhaul.
If his cultivation level could reach that level, he would probably be very close to an immortal.
Looking at the cracked hammer in his hand.
Tu Shanjun suddenly had a whim and turned the Zunhun Banner into a hammer and smashed it.
Who would have guessed.
The golden medal in front of him seemed to turn into a golden ray of light, which penetrated directly into Tu Shanjun's sea of consciousness.
Sensing something foreign, the old ape in cassock woke up from his meditation and punched it.
The originally light immortal gold scroll seemed to have suddenly turned into a stone tablet soaring into the sky.
"Bang!"
The gold medal landed with a bang.
Trapped in Tushanjun’s sea of knowledge.
The huge shock made Tushanjun take half a step back and almost stumble to the ground.
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