Su Xinglan knew that the "Rebirth Pill", a natural treasure, had appeared in the Wuchen Fairyland, and he wanted to go there and join in the fun.
But Gu Changxiao disagrees, saying that for a born saint who knows his destiny and his appearance, taking any elixirs to improve his cultivation is an act of plundering the seedlings, and the gain outweighs the loss.
Instead of running around wasting time and getting into trouble, it's better to stay at home and practice well, and study more of the secret magic and immortality accumulated by the Martial Palace for millions of years.
Su Xinglan thought it made sense, so he went into Fengdao Pavilion early in the morning to read ancient books.
"Immortal magic is divided into three levels: lower level, middle level, and upper level."
"The Essence and Blood Clone Technique is a superior immortal technique, and it is divided into six sub-levels."
Gu Changxiao moved a small bench and sat next to Su Xinglan, explaining to his disciple in detail: "The first level is to condense the clone with essence and blood, so that it has flesh and blood."
"It is necessary to confuse the fake with the real and disturb people's ears and eyes."
"The second level, under the premise of confusing the fake with the real one, the clone has one-tenth of the cultivation level of the original one."
"the third floor......"
In the middle of speaking, Su Xinglan interrupted: "How does it compare with Jiang Linan's own "Nine Transformations of Spirits"?"
Gu Changxiao said at a loss of whether to laugh or cry: "There's no comparison."
"One is the semi-saint's self-created supernatural power, which is like the bright moon shining in the sky and shining on the earth, superior to the way of heaven."
"One is a superior magical technique under the law of heaven. Even if it is superior, it is still bound and shrouded by the law of heaven."
"How would I describe it to you?"
The old man grimaced and frowned as he said, "If this pavilion is compared to the entire fairyland, we are hundreds of millions of people living in the fairyland."
"As a semi-saint, I can walk out of this attic without any effort."
"And you, you can never get out."
Su Xinglan threw the "Essence and Blood Clone Technique" back to the bookshelf, rested his head on his hands and said, "It's a useless thing, don't learn it."
Gu Changxiao was dumbfounded and said: "Is this a superior immortal technique?"
"Although it's not as good as the "Nine Transformation Spirits" created by Jiang Lin'an, it is completely sufficient with your current level of cultivation."
"You don't know how to cherish the good things that others are robbing you of."
"Humph, you are ignorant and greedy."
The dignified martial arts ancestor was so angry that he stomped his feet like a child.
Su Xinglan said with disgust on his face: "If you want to learn, just learn from the best. Why am I messing around here if I leave the ready-made "Nine Transformations of Spirits" without learning?"
Gu Chang smiled and said in astonishment: "What do you mean?"
Su Xinglan chuckled strangely and said, "Suning is my nephew, my nephew."
"He knows how to do it. As long as I want to learn it, not to mention the "Nine Revolutions of Spirit Splitting" move, I can easily learn all the magical powers and magical arts that Jiang Lin'an left to him."
"Well, I'll take some time to go to Wuchen Fairyland later, chat with that boy, and discuss when to go back to China to visit my family."
"Promise my mother, I will come back to Taoshan Village often."
"Talk to her and help her clean up the vegetable patch."
"And Baiyou..."
Mentioning Xia Baiyou, Su Xinglan's already sad mood became even more desolate.
He took out the yellowed portrait from the Qiankun bag that Gu Changxiao had specially refined for him, stood up and walked to the desk to spread it out gently.
The woman in the painting had promised to grow old together with him.
Unexpectedly, more than ten years have passed in a flash.
Su Xinglan was still the same Su Xinglan who came to the immortal world and became an immortal with a life span as long as the sky.
And she was driven to pieces by the enemy's scheme.
Every time he thought about his mistake that night, Su Xinglan was in pain so much that he couldn't breathe, and regretted that he should have drank and made trouble.
However, there is no regret medicine in this world. No matter how much he blames himself, how guilty he is, or how much he misses her, she will never come back.
A dead person cannot be resurrected. He is no better than an immortal, nor can he reverse the cause and effect of reincarnation.
There were tears in the corners of his eyes, and he stretched out his hand to touch Xia Baiyou's face in a daze, murmuring and asking: "Old man, you are a half-saint, do you have a way to resurrect my wife?"
"Her name is Xia Baiyou, and her birthday is..."
"By the way, my parents' souls are intact. Is there any chance that they can re-enter the human world?"
Gu Changxiao shook his head and said: "Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor. No one can force this to change."
"You can't change it, and I can't change it either."
"All immortals will fall, let alone ordinary mortals?"
