Immortal wind and deceit: the secret scriptures of the seven chapters of Xuanjun at the beginning Chapter 001: Cultivating the 'Secret Book of Seven Chapters of Xuanjun'
Chapter 001: Cultivating the 'Secret Book of Seven Chapters of Xuanjun'
In a damp cell.
Wu Qiudao, who was hungover, felt like his head was like a paste, his whole body was sore and weak, and his eyelids were as heavy as if they were stuck with glue.
Although he didn't wake up, the sound of some small talk faintly reached his ears.
"Another one died?"
"Bah! Whoever wants to practice this crappy book can practice it! I won't serve you anymore!"
"Hush, the demon said that if you don't want to practice, just throw it into the alchemy furnace and turn you into a human elixir!"
"Hey, when will this damn day end?"
At this time, Wu Qiudao felt as if he was dragged off the bed, and his head was hit on the ground, making a crisp "thud" sound.
"What are you doing? You must be sick!" Wu Qiudao suddenly opened his eyes. The two men dragging his feet should be less than 1.5 meters tall, with unkempt hair, ragged clothes, and yellow rotten teeth.
They were obviously frightened, and one of them screamed: "Oh my god, it's a fake corpse!"
The two of them fled outside, leaving Wu Qiudao sitting alone.
He rubbed the swollen and sore back of his head and found that he was not naked at all, but there were many pieces of rags on the ground, which could be put together into a suit of clothes. Looking around, he saw in front of him a very typical structure of an ancient prison cell in the Celestial Dynasty, similar to those of those
It's a match seen in movies and TV series.
But everything is more real. A thin layer of straw is spread in the corner, sewage is flowing all over the floor, the stench is offensive, mosquitoes and flies are flying around, and many rats can be seen scurrying around, making "squeaking" sounds.
There were two people huddled in the cell compartment next to them, but the oil lamps and torches on the wall were obviously not bright enough, and it was difficult to see what they looked like in the dim light.
It's unlikely that this is some TV show or a prank. Could it be...that I've traveled through time?
Before Wu Qiudao could recover, the two escaped men ran over with a Taoist boy.
The Taoist boy was so young that Wu Qiudao couldn't tell his gender, but his status was obviously different from everyone else's. It was simple, because the Taoist boy wore a well-tailored navy blue robe and a square Taoist yellow crown on his head.
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The Taoist boy rolled Wu Qiudao's eyelids, then picked up his right hand and checked his pulse. Then he took a long breath, turned around and shouted: "How did you drag out all the living people? Didn't you teach me this?"
Do you want to touch your mouth and nose first?”
One of them replied: "Reporting to the little Taoist priest, we had already touched his mouth and nose. He was not breathing at all and his face was blue. He indeed looked dead."
The Taoist boy thought for a moment after hearing these words: "Could it be 'Xi Jue'? "The Synopsis of the Golden Chamber" says that 'Xi Jue pulses but has no Qi, and the Qi is blocked', so people who suffer from 'Xi Jue' are still and not dead.
.Did you feel your pulse at that time?"
The two shaggy-haired men were too timid to answer, so they knelt down and begged for mercy.
The Taoist boy was so angry that he cursed "trash" a few times, then looked Wu Qiudao up and down, raised his eyebrows and nodded, turned around and pointed at a random person and said, "You, take off your clothes and give them to him."
The slovenly man was confused and pointed at himself: "Me?"
"Yes, hurry up!" The Taoist boy glared at him, turned around and left, obviously having a bad temper.
Seeing this, another man also urged him. The man could only admit that he was unlucky, threw down a piece of tattered clothes that looked like a piece of cloth, locked the cell door, and followed the Taoist boy out.
Wu Qiudao had a headache and asked several questions, but the three of them ignored him. He was too weak to get up and pull people away, so he could only watch helplessly as several people threw him in the cell and walked away.
Wu Qiudao had no choice but to put on the dirty clothes slowly and leisurely.
After a long time, the entire dungeon became quiet, and the only sounds that could be heard were the rustling of flies and rats, and the distant "tap-tat" sound of pounding medicine coming from the corridor.
"Hey, hey, little brother, are you still alive?" An old laugh suddenly sounded.
Wu Qiudao turned around and saw that it was one of the two people who had been hiding in the next corner just now. The man had a wrinkled face and gray hair. He was clearly an old man in his sixties or seventies.
Finding someone he could communicate with, Wu Qiudao hurriedly approached him: "Old gentleman, do you know where this is?"
"Oh?" The old man's eyes lit up, "You don't even recognize me anymore. Have you... lost your soul?"
After some exchanges between the two, it turned out that just as Wu Qiudao expected, he had obviously traveled through time.
The old man called himself Li Siding. He was the fourth eldest child in the family. He was fifty-one years old and lived in Lijiazhuang. He asked Wu Qiudao to just call him Lao Li Tou.
When asked what year, month and place this was, Old Li Tou couldn't answer much. He only knew that the almanac said it was the year of Guimao, and that this place was Meishan County, Xichuan, Jiannan Road under the rule of the Tang Dynasty.
Wu Qiudao nodded. It turned out that it was near Sichuan in the Tang Dynasty. He had read a lot of historical time travel novels. He was familiar with this. Whether he should find a Mingjun to assist him in military divisions or set up his own banner to compete in the world, he should do it early.
get ready.
Then I asked why everyone was imprisoned here, and Lao Litou sighed.
It turns out that there is a demon near Longquan Mountain, who took over the Baoen Temple in Yongshou Town, kicked out all the monks, and dug a dungeon in the temple.
Now all the people in this prison are villagers captured by the evil spirit from all over the country. Old Li Tou said that when he was listening to music, he suddenly saw a gust of evil wind blowing from the sky, and he stayed in the prison when he woke up.
Already.
Unfortunately, the body occupied by Wu Qiudao was originally withdrawn and unwilling to communicate with others, so Old Li Tou did not know its original name or where it came from.
Wu Qiudao frowned. Could it be that it was not a time travel through history, but a world of immortals?
After being captured by the demon Taoist, everyone not only had to work as a potion maker for the demon Taoist, but also had to test the medicine for him after the elixir was completed. Therefore, the Taoist boys below called everyone "medicine people".
Moreover, there is a terrible saying among the "medicine people". It is said that the evil spirits have captured everyone to make materials for making elixirs out of people.
"What?" Wu Qiudao was shocked. He could just test the medicine on others, but he didn't expect that he would be used to make elixirs after traveling through time. It was too dark! Could this be some kind of underworld cultivation world that eats people's abortions?
Old Li Tou continued: "Maybe it's true. Yesterday, the evil spirit had a sudden idea and sent a fairy book to all the medicine people, requiring everyone to be induced to enter the alchemy furnace within three days, otherwise they will be thrown into the alchemy furnace.
Use it as firewood. It’s probably because you practiced that scripture last night that you got this apathy disorder and forgot the past.”
"But little brother, you are quite lucky. Brother Wang, who is in the same room with you, is the worst. He turned into a puddle of corpse water after not practicing for a long time. Here, it is the puddle under your feet."
Wu Qiudao almost vomited after hearing this. He took a few steps back and tripped on his left foot, falling onto a pile of straw.
He felt something so hard that he picked it up. It turned out to be an ancient book bound with thread, with several large characters written on the cover.