"It's fate that we met." The muscular man saw the young man getting up and hurriedly opened his mouth again: "I came all the way here to meet you, a peerless genius with strange bones!" <
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When Zhao Ziyu heard that the stall owner was so attentive, he got goosebumps all over his body. Doesn't this mean he is treating people as fools? Why did he come all the way here just to give to a beggar?
She was very sure that Zhao Wuji would not buy it.
"I am the grandson, all packed."
"Pfft..."
Hearing Zhao Wuji's words, Zhao Ziyu almost spurted blood. At this moment, her beautiful eyes looked at Zhao Wuji, a fool, with an extremely incomprehensible look: "What's wrong with you? Besides, you're not a monk, why did you buy these?"
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"You don't need to spend money on me anyway? Buy it, ma'am." Zhao Wuji smiled mischievously. He figured out that even if these were all fakes, he didn't seem to have any losses!
"You! You bitch!" Zhao Ziyu gritted her teeth and stamped her feet in anger. She could help Zhao Wuji buy any delicacies from the mountains and seas, any gold and silver mountains. She could even buy them for a maid, but these useless books on cultivating immortals are not the same.
He, Zhao Wuji, has nothing to do with it!
"Hehe! My little brother is really smart! I'll give you these books! The price is easy to talk about! I'll give you a 30% discount!" The muscular man was also full of smiles at this moment. After squatting for half a month, he finally became a rich idiot!
"No, I have a lot of money." Zhao Wuji looked like a rogue, and immediately reached out to lift the angry Zhao Ziyu's chin: "Let's go, my dear wife! Let's move to another place and continue shopping!"
"Hey! You bitch! It's your stuff!" Zhao Ziyu saw Zhao Wuji turning around and leaving, and she was so angry that she still had to get these books?
She was about to cry. Should she go shopping by herself or accompany him? Why the hell should I come out to find him! This cheap little beggar! He is simply a gangster in the market!
Although he was unwilling to do so, Zhao Ziyu couldn't bear to throw away the things he had spent money on, so he chased after him with five thick torn books.
And just after they left, the muscular man suddenly took off his face mask, and his body became distorted, finally revealing a chubby figure...
Just in case, this is his true identity!
He is a fat Taoist priest!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, finally got rid of these troublesome secret-breaking techniques. Little brother, don't blame the fat man for being cruel. Every man is not guilty of harboring the treasure." The fat Taoist priest murmured: "If you hadn't avoided those old guys,
Even if I’m being chased by you, Fatty, I won’t be reduced to selling these secrets in exchange for gold coins in the world of mortals.”
It turns out that he was selling these secret techniques just to avoid his own fate in this mortal world.
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I don’t know how long I’ve been shopping.
The two of them seemed to be really dating, eating together, playing the merry-go-round together, and working together to lose money and make money in the gambling house.
Zhao Wuji was exhausted. Ever since he obtained those secret books, he has not seen any casual cultivators anymore. The basic method of cultivating immortals seems to be hopeless.
"It's almost time for you to go back." Zhao Wuji looked at the sky. The sun was setting in the west, and the red clouds covered half of the sky. The two of them walked in the dimly lit streets.
"Thank you, Zhao Wuji, thank you for being willing to go shopping with me, or for daring to go shopping with me in broad daylight." Zhao Ziyu suddenly intertwined her hands in front of her body, not daring to look directly at the boy in front of her. To her,
Although this day was unwilling and sometimes angry, it was also the first time that she walked around the city with a man.
"Thank you for what? Just give me money." Zhao Wuji hehe.
"You! You can't hold up the wall with mud..." Zhao Ziyu blushed shyly at first, but after hearing this, he immediately angrily cursed Zhao Wuji, a fool: "I'm leaving! We will continue tomorrow!"
"Okay, goodbye, my Miss Zhao!" Zhao Wuji said goodbye with a gentle bow and a smile in a gentlemanly manner.
As Zhao Ziyu left, Zhao Wuji did not go back to Chunyang Tower, but went directly to a forest park in Qingkui City.
Although it had been abandoned for a while, there were no monsters there, and it was much safer than going to the mountains outside Qingkui City. He wanted to read the secret books he bought there.
Not long after.
Zhao Wuji came to the Forest Park, sat in a dilapidated and even slightly tilted pavilion, and took out the five secret books he bought during the day.
The mighty Heavenly Dragon Palm of the ancient tribe.
The six-character mantra of Buddhism.
The Qianyuan Blood Dyeing Technique of the Valley of the Spirits.
There are also two shabby ancient books with no names written on them.
"Damn, what the hell, why are there no words?" Zhao Wuji picked up one of the books at this time, and there was not a single word in it!
Could it be a wordless heavenly book?
Soon he got some water from a nearby pothole to wet it, and learned some TV drama routines, but in the end there was still no hair!
"His uncle! This damn muscular man took a fake drug!" Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth angrily. Although he didn't spend any money, he still felt that his IQ had been insulted!
Don't let me see it. If I bump into it next time, I'll make you... lose money!
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Wuji looked at another ancient book without a name. It cannot be said that there is no name on it, but some of the handwriting has been torn and cannot be seen clearly.
"No... Gong?" After looking at it for a long time, Zhao Wuji barely recognized the two words on the cover. The middle one was completely unclear. He smiled bitterly: "No Gong? Not a hammer. It seems that I thought too much.
Ah, I should go back to Chunyang Tower to listen to music!"
In addition to this "non-gong" book, the other three books all have certain restrictions on the cultivation level before you can practice it. The Qianyuan Blood Dyeing Kung Fu is a bit abnormal. You need to swallow your own essence and blood to slow down your lifespan before you can learn it!
It’s just magic power, okay?
One of the five secret books has no words, and three of them are restricted. In the end, only this semi-incomplete "Unworthy" secret book seems to have no cultivation limit, but half of it is missing. This makes Zhao Wuji very helpless. He is afraid of himself.
Once you practice it, you will become possessed!
After struggling internally for half an hour.
"Just die, we grown men can't let Miss Zhao spend her money in vain." Zhao Wuji randomly found a nonsensical reason at this moment to convince himself that he was not afraid of going crazy and opened this secret book of evildoing. p>
You won’t know if you don’t read it, but you’ll be surprised if you read it!
There are nine levels of cheats in total.
The first level is to establish the foundation and open up the sea of suffering! Isn’t this the basic practice method he is looking for? And he can barely see everything clearly!
Following the secret method of meditation, Zhao Wuji closed his eyes, and soon he could actually see the inside of his body with his eyes closed!
My body is like a model, all the major meridians can be seen extremely clearly, and there is a silver ocean at the navel!
"Silver sea of suffering?" Zhao Wuji opened his eyes and was a little surprised. Gold is the holy body, what the hell is silver? Is it the chaotic body?
Shouldn't the chaotic body be gray? And the sea of suffering in his body is pure silver. To be honest, although he has seen Zhetian, he really didn't pay attention to the color of the sea of suffering with these special physiques.
"Huh..."
In any case, if he doesn't understand it, he can wait until he goes to the sect later. Anyway, after practicing this secret technique, he feels that he has made great progress. At least he can open the inner scene! This is a good start!
Once the first level of the exercise is established, it is considered a successful practice.
"The second level is the art of control. As long as the monks who have opened up the Mysterious Sea of Bitter Realm or above can harness their own Qi, they will be able to become soldiers regardless of plants or trees..."
"The third floor..."
Zhao Wuji originally wanted to read it all in one go, but after reading the second level, the third level was interrupted. He could not clearly understand the techniques and introductions of the third level. Some words were completely guessed!
"It's better to play it slow and learn the second-level imperial skills that you can clearly see." After weighing the pros and cons, Zhao Wuji closed the ancient book and began to practice according to the second-level secret method.