Record of Immortality...?

Qi Wuhuo saw the yellowed paper with sharp handwriting. Even if the handwriting was faintly blurred, you could still see the young man's spirit and spirit. If you look carefully, you will find that this is just a record of practicing. Not only does it have the key to each step of practicing, but you also wrote down the experience of the practitioner in detail next to it, which is of great benefit to Qi Wuhuo.

In addition, there is also a kind of record of one's own life.

‘On July 13th, it is sunny and the energy is improved. I am a genius who is successful at the age of thirteen!’

‘Father and grandfather are not as good as me!’

‘With a sword, looking down at the world, ha, who can have the style of me?!’

‘Ha, in the past, we should use the days of practice as a guide to record my ascension and pass on to future generations. Later generations should be proud of my disciples.’

‘It is called the name of the immortal record!’

This line of text is calm and elegant, and it is full of energy, making Qi Wuhuo unable to help but smile.

Immediately, thinking of Dan Taixuan's behavior, he frowned slightly.

Is this book a record of practice that he seized after killing a young practitioner?

Is it the original owner of the [Mingzhen Dao Alliance] waist brand?

On the second page, when recording several simple spells, it was still the young man's record: "When the cultivator's vital energy has not been combined with the vital essence, the vital energy cannot come out of his body, so he cannot lead the spell to cast. However, monks at this stage can also display abilities similar to magical powers by relying on the preparation of the altar."

‘Therefore, it can also be called [Taoist] to prove that it is no longer an ordinary person.’

He added again, "I beat me yesterday. When he gets old, I will feed him the most unpalatable medicine. Haha, don't add sugar!"

The back was wiped out, as if he was beaten by an elder pressing his head, leaving traces of the young man's face on the white paper.

Then add-

‘If you get beaten up, you can add a piece of candy.’

Qi Wuhuo couldn't help but smile.

After a look, the ritual magical power recorded on this page is [Hemorrhage Stop Mantra] [Evil Containment Method] [Hide Method]

After that, we will record in detail how to activate the vital energy, how to step on the turmoil and spread the fighting, and how to use these magic at the realm of refining the vital essence.

After reading, Qi Wuhuo had a lot of insights.

Then the later part says that the young man was forced to work by his father.

Finally, he jumped up with anger.

‘Grind tofu, grind tofu, rub your uncle’s [crossed off] tofu!”

"I am a swordsman, a swordsman, I am not a tofu grind!"

‘Damn old man, how can he be born if he doesn’t join the world?! Joke, joke!’

‘Who joins the world and grinds tofu every day!’

‘The smell of beans is very strong, wuwu…’

‘My white clothes flutter in sword fairy wind, my card face! Do I just have to wear clothes, carry a sword and grind tofu?’

‘No, no, I am a genius! I want to create a magical power to grind tofu!’

‘It’s decided!’

‘I’m a genius!’

Qi Wuhuo seemed to see a person of his age squatting there with a sword on his back, gritting his teeth, and then getting up to grind the tofu. The young man's white clothes he just bought were all smelled of beans. He was so angry that he was crying without tears. Finally, he was so angry that he went to open the magic spell.

Qi Wuhuo then turned around and was stunned, seeing the strokes behind him written-

【Pushing Tofu Spell】

The name is simple and unpretentious.

The mantra says: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Patriarch, and Five Gods of Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, and the disciples chant mantras in their hearts.

When boiling beans, boiling bean pods, the beans cry in the pot. They are originally grown from the same root, so why not fry them too quickly? If you don’t know, you won’t know it. If you don’t do it, you won’t do it.

Turn the slurry into a basin of water, and it will be effective at that time!

"It's true?"

Not only there is, but there is also [Pig Killing Spell], the reason is that it is too embarrassing to kill the pig by the dignified sword immortal.

It was so embarrassing that the wild boar was hit on the stomach and it was so painful that it was rolling around on the ground.

So create magic mantras!

Of course, the one who got hit by a wild boar and had a stomachache was not the Sword Immortal!

There is [Mantra of boiling wine and meat] - the reason is that it is too unpleasant to cook yourself and vomit yourself.

There is [Relieve the Magic Mantra] - a special purpose for childhood sweethearts to make fun of bridal chambers.

There is [Bone-transforming and swallowing needle] - a monk from the north who was stuck in his throat for the first time when he ate fish, and he felt uncomfortable drinking vinegar. He created magic spells!

Turning backwards, Qi Wuhuo seemed to see a young man laughing and scolding, unrestrained, and the young man was full of energy, practiced, practiced swordsmanship, cultivated his energy at the age of thirteen, cultivated his sword intent at the age of seventeen, and at the age of twenty-one, he claimed to be the best in the world. The inheritance, means, and supernatural powers of cultivation were recorded in detail.

Qi Wuhuo looked slowly and felt a little bit like this, and wrote down all the magical methods of these supernatural powers.

There are all swordsmanship, miscellaneous chapters, exorcising ghosts and destroying evil, medical skills, fate, and talismans.

I just wrote down a kind of body that uses one's own energy to regulate others.

With the small trick of achieving the effect of [supporting the positive and exorcising evil spirits], when I opened the page again, I was slightly stunned.

‘Eighteen years, Zong Wei got married today.’

‘I know what she loves in her heart.’

‘However, I only say in my heart, and I have no other requests. I saw her marrying into someone else on the top of the mountain in the rain, and then turned and left.’

‘Travel around the world, seek teachers and seek Taoism, cultivate nature and life.’

‘July thirty-year-old—’

‘When passing through the You Temple, I saw a demon and ghost rushing around and slashing the sword, there was a tree demon who was quite good at Taoism.’

‘Travel a hundred miles with a sword, killing 131 ghosts, wearing dozens of wounds, saving thirteen people.’

‘At sunrise, I am drunk with Zixia in the sky, and I feel so happy!’

‘August 1936-’

‘It is difficult to walk, and when you see a severe drought, you can bring water to save the world and the people.’

‘Sell a pot of wine and leave calmly.’

‘Forty-one June—’

"When I met an evil cultivator, I used a murder to practice the method, and I was angry and chased him with a sword. I killed him with a heavy injury, which would cost me thirteen years of life."

‘The person said that I will fall into this path in the future.’

‘Ha, joke, joke, we monks should be like swords, and we have no shame in our hearts. If there is that day, it would be better to lead the sword to commit suicide!’

‘Dare to disturb my heart.’

‘Evil demons and heretics, everyone can kill them!’

‘Fifty years—’

‘Breakthrough…failed, ha, it’s okay. Let’s put aside your practice and go to drink!’

‘Fifty-Year-’

‘Breakthrough failed…forget it, for nothing.’

‘Fifty-three years—’

‘Breakthrough failed.’

‘Sixty years – return home.’

‘Zongwei is dead, I saw her body transported away from me.’

‘The heart hurts, he is confused, and walks up the mountain again.’

‘Here I saw her get married, here I saw her have funeral, here I saw her have been together for the rest of my life.’

‘It was a night when I was drunk and drunk. I seemed to see me and her when I was young. I felt melancholy in my heart and confused when I woke up. Should I face my original heart and take her away... I practiced Taoism all my life, but I did not succeed here.’

‘Did I do something wrong?’

When Qi Wuhuo looked around, the swordsman who was once young and rebellious, had experienced too much and sent his friends to die one by one. No matter how he practiced, he was always one step away, always one step away. In the sixty, seventy, and eighty years, it was like this. Finally, when he saw the 100th year of practice, Qi Wuhuo saw that the words were already in chaos and crazy.

‘Failed again! Failed again! Failed again!’

‘Is it because I fought with people when I was young that I lost my foundation?! I knew it before, I knew it before..."

"I wouldn't have saved those people if I had known it!"

‘It should be watched as they die!’

‘The 110th year.’

‘Failed, failed, failed, failed!!’

‘The 117th year.’

‘I just borrowed some human blood to try to refine the Blood Demon Pill, which will not affect their lifespan, no.’

‘It’s useful, it’s useful…hahahaha, it’s useful, it’s useful!’

‘I felt my foundation return, my vitality, the vitality is boiling, boiling!’

‘If you have a chance, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die!’

Qi Wuhuo looked at this page and he already knew who this book belonged to.

He seemed to take a breath, then quickly flipped over the back and saw those words like knives recording the young and energetic people falling into the quagmire step by step. First, they took human blood as pills, then they took human life, and finally they took human life, and their personality gradually changed. They gradually became crazy and cautious. For the sake of their lifespan, Qi Wuhuo finally saw the last page, the last record-

‘One Hundred and Thirty Years Spring.’

‘Zongwei’s grandson has also passed away.’

‘Hometown really has no meaning to me. This body is like a floating bun, and like a worm between heaven and earth. Everything in the world seems to have no connection with me anymore. My relatives have died, my friends have fallen, and I suddenly feel sad.’

‘I was drinking, drunk, and when I was walking alone at night, I saw the river passing by, my lips dry, and I wanted to drink some water to moisten my throat.’

‘The moonlight was very bright tonight, and I lowered my head and was stunned.’

‘The moonlight reflected it seems to be me, or it seems to be me... It was the appearance of a young man, with his sword-browed eyebrows and staring eyes glaring at me, it seemed like I was when I was young, as if I was going to draw a sword to kill me. I was stunned, and the murderous aura was strong. I fell to the ground, and for some reason, I was angry.’

‘I called out the sword box and shattered the water and gasped, but I seemed to be able to see that the young me stood in the mist and looked at me, as if it was far away, and very close.’

‘His eyes are so bright, I hate it.’

‘He said [Evil demons and heretics should be killed and killed!]’

‘I went back, and since then, the sword I used when I was young, for some reason, always roared in the night.’

‘It’s an unknown sword.’

‘I'm about to die…’

‘I wanted to smash it, but I couldn’t do it. I locked it with countless red ropes and locked it ‘me’.’

‘I want to live forever.’

ps:
Chapter completed!