"My husband is injured and should be recuperated for ten days and a half first." Bu Zanghua's eyes were full of distress, and she carefully applied the medicine, and even said with a bit of complaint in her voice.
"Don't you, the old god, know that you don't have a good place in your body and you need your energy and blood to nourish you? How can you..."
Shou He shook his head and said: "There is nothing the old immortal can do."
"Besides, our lives were saved by the old god."
"No matter how much life-saving grace is, you can't suck out the air and blood like this. In this situation, how many lives are enough?" Bu Zanghua let out a long sigh. She knew she couldn't say anything. As soon as she said it, Shou He pushed her back.
Even if I ask him to talk about it, he won't talk about it. He acts like a dull gourd and just obeys orders.
How can they get involved in matters between big shots?
If it remains like this, sooner or later, you will risk your life because of your desperate efforts.
"My wife also said that the Forbidden Land suppresses cultivation very much. My ability is pretty good. If I change my cultivation, I will be unable to adapt to it for a while, which will ruin the old god's affairs."
Shou He slowly bandaged the wound on his arm and said with a smile: "The mobilization of Qi and blood is also assisted by pills, so it's not too powerful."
"It's out of the way."
As he spoke, he patted the back of Bu Zanghua's hand to express reassurance.
"But this is not the way to go."
Tears welled up in Bu Zanghua's eyes: "We can't let the old god unlock your magical powers, and then change to a strong man."
"There is no such thing as a strong man."
Shou He hugged Bu Zanghua into his arms, stared at the candlelight in front of him, and said with a smile: "There are only so many first-class masters in the world."
The candlelight reflected in his eyes, and the long fire flickered: "If you don't want to die in confusion when the weather changes, you have to find a way to survive."
"What do you mean, Mr. Xianggong?"
"I want to learn Taoism.
"But the old god no longer accepts disciples."
"Did you ask the old god?"
"I tested it, but I didn't ask."
"You have to ask."
Bu Zanghua hurriedly wiped away her charm and said seriously: "As far as I know, weapon spirit treasures also require monks to have corresponding strength to use them. For example, the divine weapon spirit cannot display its true power without the strength of Dao Lord Ancestor.
Strength, the old god will definitely not suppress your strength before entering the country."
"But……"
"There is nothing but, he will definitely teach you."
"Okay, I'll go after dinner."
After meal.
Dusk has not yet arrived.
The dark-skinned man approached the backyard. The backyard was very elegant, like a fairyland falling on earth.
No one can set foot there during normal times.
The only person who can come here is a man.
The person who came was none other than the first-class martial artist who is currently in charge of the Zunhun Banner, the king of capture in Wanning County, Shou He.
The 16-foot-long ancient peach tree has long been lush and green.
A man is sitting cross-legged on the green platform under the tree.
The man was sitting cross-legged, and across his legs was a strange-looking sword. The sword was full of dark color, mixed with green light, and the light was like ripples, completely disappearing from the figure.
The man with his eyes closed slowly opened his eyes.
They were a pair of eyes filled with illusions of life and death, as if the wheels of dharma were turning around.
The man stroked the divine weapon lying on his knees and chanted: "The Six Paths of the Underworld contains a trace of the ancient Six Paths. It is indeed the most suitable divine weapon for my little junior sister's immortal body. What's even more rare is that with this divine weapon and the Immortal Body Palm Sect,
We can use this to thoroughly implement the magical method of Taiyi Shengxian Sect, and thus have the opportunity to become one of the top sects."
The man holding the magic weapon slowly stood up from the bluestone slab.
call out.
The sword is like a black horn, pointing diagonally at the blue sky.
"The gods of the ten directions, as numerous as sand and dust, have transformed into the realms of the ten directions to help save the heavens and people, gather their merits and virtues, and work together to save the guilty souls."
Swish.
Swinging the sword and turning around, a set of swords danced like clouds and flowing water.
The magic medicine flat peach seems to be the background of men.
Tu Shanjun, who had taken back the magic weapon, moved his gaze to Shou He who was standing not far away and asked: "What happened?"
"without……"
Shou He was surprised and a little at a loss, but he still did not forget the business and said: "I, old immortal..., I want to learn Taoism."
The moment he spoke, Shou He seemed to have completely let go of the burden in his heart and said: "I want to become stronger, I want to get out of here, and I must at least keep my wife safe."
"Can I become your teacher?"
Tu Shanjun, who was holding a sword, stood under the peach tree and refused without any movement in his eyes: "I will no longer accept disciples."
There was boundless loss in Shou He's eyes.
He should have known.
Even if a fairy-like figure falls into the mortal world and is picked up by an ordinary person like him, does he have to rely on others to worship a master before he is willing to give up?
After hearing this sentence for the second time, Shou He suddenly felt sad.
Even if he has a great reputation in the world, in the eyes of real gods, he is nothing more than that.
But he didn't even have a chance to work hard.
He wanted the old immortal to look at him with just one glance, and he also wanted those monks who regarded them as ants to look at him.
People cannot always live because of the eyes of others.
If he didn't have the skills and didn't meet someone who could teach him the skills, he might have starved to death early.
When he was about to starve to death, he didn't know if he would go back.
Probably so.
When people are about to die, they want to live.
Now he is clearly not at that time, so why is he so eager for skills?
Isn't it good to live in such a muddle-headed way?
He is protected by the old gods above, followed by brothers below, works as a court official, and has a wife at home.
Perhaps a child is all that is left before a life is complete.
Speaking of children, he thought of the children who begged with him when he was a child.
That child was so smart that he was later noticed and adopted.
Later, when he had the ability, he went to look for it.
If he couldn't find it in the world, he would come to the temple to look for it.
Looking through the files, he could always see missing children. He gradually understood what was going on. He must have been taken away by strangers.
He wanted to ask why.
I really want to shout out this sentence almost exhausted.
I didn't ask after all.
Shou He only felt a faint fear lingering in his heart. Looking at his wife's almost unchanged face and his silent but changing body, he should really feel fear.
It's a kind of confusion where you know there's no result but don't know what to do.
"Because I expect more from you."
The voice is hoarse and hollow.
It was as if the devil was humming, and the devil of the abyss was murmuring kindly.
Disappointed, Shou He suddenly looked up.
"Learning the Immortal Way, you can turn your energy and blood into the peak of the golden elixir."
"In the God's Forbidden Land, transforming a body of energy and blood will greatly weaken your strength. This is one of the reasons."
"Secondly, the road to immortality is difficult. Even if you fall into the devil's path, it will be much slower to gain strength, which is not enough to support you in dealing with the crisis." Tu Shanjun put his hands behind his back: "The devil's path gains strength very quickly, but I hate the devil's path, and I have nothing to do with the devil's cultivation.
Kill one by one, even my direct disciples."
Hearing the chill in the old immortal's words, Shou was so awe-inspiring.
This was the first time he saw the murderous Tushanjun.
"Then I should go..."
"Martial arts."
"Martial arts?!" Shou He exclaimed, then quickly lowered his voice and said: "You always said that martial arts has no future."
Not only what Tu Shanjun said, Shou He himself could also feel that there was no way ahead.
No matter how hard he practiced, his Qi and blood increased like a snail climbing a mountain.
The mountain is still there, and a snail can't climb it in a lifetime.
And who knows whether there is the sea or more mountains behind the mountains.
"Martial arts, we should have a way forward now." Tu Shanjun let out a long breath.
He combined the mythical stories of his previous life and the current martial arts to finally create a way forward. Although he has not yet broken away from some frameworks, he has found a way for warriors to continue moving forward.
"I have the eight-character mantra."
"Old god, please speak."
"Natural selection, survival of the fittest!"
"What is the fittest?"
"The fittest are those who fit in with heaven and earth." Tu Shanjun continued: "It seems that monks still maintain their human appearance, but in fact monks and ordinary people are basically two different species. Warriors should be the same, but they have not been completely separated from the secular world yet.
The people will slowly adapt to the world."
"But they are too slow."
Shou He asked: "How to speed up?"
"repair.
“The way of heaven is to make up for the excess when there is more than enough damage. The way of man is to make up for the excess when there is not enough damage.
"If you want to become enlightened, you must get closer and closer to heaven." When Tu Shanjun explained to Shou He, the body of the spirit demon after the immortal surgery flashed in his mind.
That body looks like a demon body but possesses terrifying power.
why?
Because that demon body is already on the road to perfection.
If there is a fairy in this world, it should be perfect enough.
If you want to be perfect, you must replace the original imperfect "bucket" with a container that can hold more energy.
"In order to complete this step, I have three magical powers."
"Turning the spirit, absorbing the spirit, integrating the spirit."
Tushanjun's nightmare pattern enchantment technique once gave the recipient the magical power of nightmare spirits.
After all, it requires a medium to cast it, and over time, the recipient will be affected by the incubus.
Without Tushanjun's intervention, Yang Wu might have been affected by the fleshy skin on his body and turned into that evil dragon in the near future.
This time, Tushanjun completely put an end to this situation and created three magical powers.
This ‘spirit’ is not a soul, but more like a ‘form’.
In other words, it is the part where the opponent is stronger than the caster.
Among them, the most core magical power was named "Divine Fetus" by Tu Shanjun. Three souls and seven souls condensed into the divine fetus, which can control all forms.
In the process of merging spirits, it is the process of condensing the divine fetus.
With the divine fetus, Tu Shanjun doesn’t know whether it will end up being a human or a god.
Tu Shanjun pondered for a long time before saying: "I have little talent and little knowledge, so I can only do this one step."
After all, the Ghost Saint is not a master of various disciplines who studies heaven and earth. What he can do is to take a step forward in martial arts. He is not sure whether this step is right, but at least he will not be stuck on the first step.
"Say it's martial arts."
"It should be called the 'Wood Way' instead."
Of course, none of those warriors who trained to the end remained human.
The body size may be more pleasing to the eye among them.
"This half of the Great Shaman Scripture."
Tu Shanjun handed over the leather scroll in his hand and said, "Whether you want to learn or not, you can think about it carefully."
Shou He stood there after receiving the witchcraft scripture.
Tu Shanjun passed Shou He without disturbing him and walked towards the back hall.
He has already viewed the Six Paths of Underworld, and there is no Zhang Yajiu's magical power in it.
Through the Six Paths of Hell, he could guess the layout of some sects, and there was no need for him to expose them.
Be the best you can.
No, the divine sword and the immortal body are also extremely important to the sect.
It's time to give the Six Paths of Hell to the little junior sister in the green skirt.
Then he persuaded his senior brother Tai Jing to take his little junior sister and leave.
Tushanjun, who had accomplished such a big event, walked briskly.
When I walked out of the courtyard, I looked back at the ancient tree that had been planted with magic medicine.
The tall man murmured: "My peaches are about to ripen."