That night, Wang Teng had nothing to do. He was alone in the inn room, holding a book and studying.
There are a few big words written on the book - Seventy-two Transformations of Taoism!
These few words, with flying dragons and phoenixes, vigorous writing style, and an indescribable majesty and atmosphere, make people feel shocked and regretful just by looking at them.
It’s as if this is some kind of magic book!
If someone sees it, they will be shocked and horrified.
The Seventy-Two Transformations of Taoism, this unparalleled miraculous skill, is the foundation of Taoism that has been passed down for countless years. It is said that at that time, a natural monkey appeared among the ancestors of Taoism. After learning this skill, it made a big fuss in the universe, and its magical power reached the heaven and the earth, which was terrifying
Boundless.
This magical skill has a real reputation of three thousand realms.
After you master it, you can change your mind and live freely in the world. This is really attractive to the world.
It has been regarded as a treasure by Taoists for generations, and is generally only taught among direct descendants. It is almost impossible for outsiders to learn it.
Wang Teng has now come up with the seventy-two Taoist transformations. This is indeed enough to make countless people envious.
In fact, Wang Teng has possessed this skill since he robbed the little fat man, but he has never practiced it.
Now that more than half a year has passed, he just took a look.
Upon seeing this, Wang Teng was instantly attracted by the mysterious method recorded on it.
According to the record above, the Taoist Seventy-Two Transformations regard the cultivator himself as a magic weapon, which can be enlarged or reduced, and his appearance can be changed at will. When he is big, he can be compared to the mountains and rivers, and he can hold the world above his head, and even when he is small, he can be like a magic weapon.
Flies can come out.
What made Wang Teng frown was that it was solemnly introduced above that the seventy-two transformations of Taoism are "the art of conquering the heavens". They will be jealous of the heavens and will consume a person's lifespan.
Each change consumes one hundred years of life!
And every time you cast it one more time, the life span consumed in the future will be doubled!
"This is too exaggerated!" Wang Teng was surprised.
In other words, the first time it is used, the life span is consumed for one hundred years, the second time is two hundred years, the third time is four hundred years, eight hundred years, one thousand six hundred years... and this is multiplied.
Who can bear such consumption?
Even if a person of God has a long life, it is actually limited.
The average god only has a life span of ten thousand years at most!
After all, this is the only real world, and time is a hundred times slower than the illusory continent.
Even if you have a life span of ten thousand years, you simply cannot afford such a squandering.
However, when he thought about it carefully, Wang Teng felt relieved. After all, these seventy-two Taoist transformations were too unnatural and perverted!
Changing a person's form is a secret method that disrupts the order of heaven and earth.
If used infinitely, the universe would be in chaos.
One night passed, and when the next morning came, Wang Teng realized something and closed the book.
He did not try "transformation" because the cost was too high. He spent most of the night comprehending the mysterious methods and mysteries involved.
After all, this is a unique and extraordinary skill. It contains many mysteries that people cannot understand and is very useful to practitioners.
That night, Wang Teng made a lot of changes by drawing parallels and corresponding with his own Taoism.
"It's time to wake up!"
At this time, Ye Haodong was calling him outside, with a touch of excitement in his voice.
Of course Wang Teng knew what he meant. Today was the big day for his appointment with Xuan Xun. At that moment, he changed his clothes, washed himself carefully, and then walked out of the room.
"Tsk, tsk, Brother Wang is really so powerful and heroic in this outfit!" Ye Haodong's eyes lit up instantly when he saw Wang Teng at the door.
Today, Wang Teng is wearing a purple gown. It is cut to fit very well. The texture is good and the fabric is high-quality. It is not fancy, but it carries a low-key nobility. It makes the body stand upright, like a javelin.
The equipment is majestic.
In addition, Wang Teng tied up his long hair high and tied it behind his head, revealing his full forehead, eyebrows like swords, deep eyes, and face like a knife, making him even more charming.
Wang Teng looked at his clothes, but a look of sadness flashed in his eyes.
This dress was given to him by Minqing back then!
Time has passed, and now Min Qing has become a remnant soul in Jiutian Xuannv's mind, sealed and unable to come out, but Wang Teng is powerless and can't help but blame himself.
"Okay, let's go. If that girl Xuan Xun sees your outfit today, she will be fascinated by you!" Ye Haodong laughed.
Wang Teng shook his head, not caring, and left with Ye Haodong.
Thirty miles outside the city, Jufeng Pavilion!
This is an ancient place. The pavilion is built on the mountain, and there is a river flowing next to it, which is extremely clear.
The surrounding peaks are green and green, the valleys are green, various birds and animals are chirping, wild flowers are blooming, colorful, fragrant and beautiful.
Half of this pavilion is built on the water, and the scenery is extremely elegant.
When Wang Teng and Ye Haodong arrived here, they could see a woman standing there in the pavilion from a long distance!
The woman's figure is slim, simple and beautiful, her clothes are fluttering. She stands among the mountains and rivers, as if she is integrated with her surroundings, exuding an ethereal artistic conception that is not like the fireworks of the human world.
Beautiful women, rivers, beautiful mountains, all these are like an ink landscape painting, which makes people intoxicated.
"She's already here, you go first, I'll go back to the city to prepare!" Ye Haodong looked at the beautiful figure in the pavilion from a distance and said.
"Yes!" Wang Teng nodded and strode over alone.
This is a cobblestone-paved path that leads all the way to the pavilion. There are various kinds of exotic flowers planted on the roadside, all of which are only as high as a person's knees.
Some are as red as sunset, some are as white as ice and snow, some are as golden... all kinds of faces reflect each other and are intertwined, so beautiful that it is dazzling and overwhelming.
There is also a faint fragrance in the air, which is even more refreshing.
As Wang Teng got closer and closer to the pavilion, he could clearly feel that there were a lot of smells around him, so he explored it.
Obviously they are some old guys hiding in the Tianshan Holy Land!
Among them, many have murderous intentions.
Wang Teng was not surprised at all. Considering his poor relationship with the Tianshan Holy Land, it was already quite good for Xuan Xun to come to the meeting. It was normal for some powerful people to follow him secretly.
And it is completely reasonable for those strong men to want to kill him.
"Sorry, I'm late. I didn't expect Miss Xuan Xun to come earlier than me!" At this time, Wang Teng laughed and walked into the pavilion.
In the pavilion, Xuan Xun was looking at the scenery of the river. The water inside was very clear, and you could see the stones on the bottom. There were many fish, and various koi fish were wagging their tails, making it appear full of life.
After hearing Wang Teng's words, she calmed down, looked back, and sneered: "The letter said that you apologized to me, but you came so late. Do you still have sincerity?" As she spoke, she stared at Wang Teng.
