After hearing what the old man said, Kong Laosan was silent for a long time, but he smiled bitterly, "To be honest, the junior's current situation is almost the same as that of the senior. That's all, let's not talk about it. It's the first time I came to this Xuanyao City.
The junior is a little curious about the demon clan’s skills, I wonder if the senior can introduce me to them?"
The old man surnamed Shan also sighed lightly, as if he had expected it, and didn't say much. Even if they were both human beings, in the current precarious situation, it was naturally impossible for him to provide extra help to Kong Laosan, and he could sit down so kindly.
Listening to what the other party said, it can be considered as the most benevolent and righteous thing.
On the other hand, Solo Fei looked unbearable and opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the old man with a wave of his hand, "Fei'er, go and get the demon clan skills we have collected from the stone drawer on the first floor, and by the way,
Bring up some spiritual tea."
With that said, he drove Solo Fei out. When Kong Laosan saw this, he also didn't say much, just quietly sipping the tea in the cup.
"With all due respect, the demon clan's exercises are really not of much use to us human cultivators. Most of our human's exercises are to comprehend the spiritual power of heaven and earth, communicate with the spiritual energy through the meridians and apertures, warm and nourish ourselves, gradually refine, and accumulate to a certain level.
The level of breakthrough will naturally occur. However, the forms of the monsters are different, and their body structure is very different from that of our human cultivators. Our human cultivation methods are not suitable for the monsters. Of course, some of the cultivation methods passed down by the monsters are also not suitable for the humans.
I have collected the training techniques of the Bichon Frize clan here. If you are interested, you can take them back and take a look at them."
The old man surnamed Shan took a sip of tea and spoke softly.
It was only at this moment that Kong Laosan felt a little enlightened, "So, most of those demon clans who are successful in cultivation will transform into human beings. Is this actually to adapt to our human clan's cultivation methods?"
"I don't know about this, maybe it has something to do with their bloodline inheritance. After all, most of the demon clan's cultivation relies on their bloodline inheritance. Maybe there are some secrets that we don't know about."
With that said, Solo Fei, who was leaving, came to the stone table holding a wooden box and a can of tea in his hand.
The wooden box is not big, about the size of two palms, and has a thin layer. There are several pieces of human characters printed with animal skins, which were obviously copied by hand.
"Brother Kong, you can take it and study it."
With that said, he handed the animal skin to Kong Laosan.
However, after just a cup of tea, Kong Laosan smiled bitterly, placed the animal skin in the wooden box again, shook his head, "It is indeed not suitable for human cultivation, and it is impossible to even refer to it."
Hearing what Kong Laosan said, Solo Fei, who had been silent until now, rolled his eyes, "Didn't Grandpa say that there are some rumored mysterious techniques among the demon clan? Not only the demon clan Baimai, but even our human race can practice it.
Of?"
"That's just a rumor..."
The old man said lightly, but when he saw Kong Laosan looked very interested, he started to explain, "According to rumors, in ancient times, chaos first emerged, and all races stood side by side. Many innate inscriptions were born from the chaos.
Later, the human and demon clans continued to grow, and some ancestors created many mysterious skills and techniques based on these inscriptions, which can be used by all living things in the world.
After practicing, for some unknown reason, the ancient inheritance was cut off, and these skills and secrets also disappeared from history. Of course, these are just fragments of rumors left over from the ancient times. Who can know whether they are true or false."
"I see. By the way, I wonder if senior can recognize these words?"
As Kong Laosan spoke, he recalled the text content in the animal skin scroll in his mind. He gently twisted his spiritual power between his fingers, gathered water to form characters, and rubbed them on the stone table.
"Is this writing? It looks like a child's scribbling."
Seeing the five or six weird and crooked characters drawn by Kong Laosan, the old man stared at them carefully for a long time, then slowly shook his head and spoke leisurely.
Hearing this, Kong Laosan did not show any disappointment. After all, judging from the degree of damage to the animal skin fragments, it was obviously an extremely ancient artifact. Thousands of monsters had come and gone, even if a certain kind of monster had once
I am afraid that the words have long been lost in the long river of history.
"Fellow Daoist Kong, you don't have a place to live yet? Why don't you just rest here for the next few days? By the way, tell me some things about the human race outside?"
Seeing that Kong Laosan and Kong Laosan seemed to have finished talking, Solo Fei, who had been waiting impatiently, hurriedly spoke, looking at Kong Laosan expectantly.
"Yes, if you haven't found a place to live yet, I still have a few vacant rooms here, but they are a bit shabby."
The old man surnamed Shan also said with a smile, after all, there are only a handful of times when he can see human cultivators in the entire Xuanyao City. Now that there is an opportunity, the old man is also willing to fly solo to get in touch with more human cultivators.
Kong Laosan couldn't think of where to go for a while, so he nodded, and then, under Solo Fei's greeting, he headed towards the backyard of Baiyao Pavilion and settled down temporarily.
Now that Kong Laosan has reached the realm of fake elixirs, he still needs opportunities to break through to the formation of elixirs. Therefore, he is not in a hurry to practice. In the past few days, under the leadership of Solo Fei, Kong Laosan has already conquered some demons around him.
I wandered around the clan shops and streets, and in my spare time, I picked and talked about many of my past experiences in the Abandoned Land, the Cloud Blowing Sect, etc.
Solo Fei, who had never been out of Xuanyao City since he was a child, was extremely interested in these. However, when Kong Laosan asked Solo Fei why he didn't leave here and return to the human race, the originally cheerful Solo Fei suddenly fell silent and just shook his head.
, without opening his mouth to explain anything.
In this regard, Kong Laosan except for sighing in his heart, did not ask too much. Everyone has their own difficulties. Now he is also in trouble, and he really doesn't have too much energy to care about other things.
There are nearly six days left before the Monster Clan Auction Conference. As the auction event that gathers both the human and demon clans once in three hundred years, countless humans and monsters have come from all over the world.
Of course, almost all the human cultivators who can come here have reached the level of the Golden Pill Ancestor. Even the Golden Pill Ancestor, there are very few who can travel alone. They either have extraordinary means or have a huge background.
There are also many human cultivators who are coerced like Kong Laosan, but it is quite rare to be as free as Kong Laosan.
In a remote alley two roads away from Bai Yao Pavilion, there is a small shop called "Bailing Brewing"
, the owner of the shop is an eighth-level demon ape who has not completely shed his demons. The so-called "Bailing Brew" is just a kind of fruit wine brewed from hundreds of kinds of spiritual fruits. It tastes sweet and has the ability to replenish spiritual power.
, the effect of nourishing the meridians.
Ever since Kong Laosan discovered this small shop two days ago, he would come here on time every evening, pick up a pot of Bailing Brew, and go back to taste it slowly.
On this day, not long after Kong Laosan walked out of the shop with Bailing Brew, he seemed to notice something. He looked towards the alley on the left and saw a figure lying quietly on the ground with a pale face and three lines on his mouth.
The extremely dark blood seemed to be stained with poisonous blood, and most of his robe was torn into pieces, and his aura was extremely decayed.
Seeing this, Kong Laosan glanced expressionlessly and prepared to leave. However, just as he moved his steps, a trace of surprise suddenly flashed across his face. He came closer to the figure and looked at it carefully, frowning.
After thinking about it, he didn't leave immediately. Instead, he squatted down and explored the man's mouth wound with his fingers.
After a moment, Kong Laosan's expression relaxed slightly, his eyes closed slightly, and the power of spiritual thoughts spread out from the center of his eyebrows. As Kong Laosan's thoughts turned, the power of spiritual thoughts gathered quickly and circled around Kong Laosan.
Between three fingers, at the same time, Kong Laosan suddenly made a weird seal with both hands. A drop of blood flew out from his fingers. The filaments of his spiritual thoughts that were originally invisible were instantly stained with a layer of blood.
At a strange angle, it penetrated into the body of the figure in front of it.
After doing this, Kong Laosan quietly breathed a sigh of relief. He pointed at the man's mouth, and the spiritual power in his body curled up slightly. The dark poisonous palm prints at the man's mouth seemed to melt away. At the same time, Kong Laosan's fingers changed.
After a cup of tea, Kong Laosan shook his dizzy head, took out a porcelain bottle from the storage bag, swallowed two pills, and
He sat cross-legged and breathed out.
An hour later, when the toxins in his body were completely decomposed by the disillusionment curse and the ultimate fire, Kong Laosan could only open his eyes.
"Did you save me?"
Just when he opened his eyes, a slightly weak voice came from behind. Kong Laosan's heart was slightly shaken, he cursed himself secretly, and turned around without changing his expression.
"Hey, brother, your face looks familiar. Have we met somewhere?"
Seeing Kong Laosan's face, the middle-aged man who had already woken up looked puzzled and couldn't help but speak.
"If your seniors' memories are correct, you should remember that you were seriously injured by a fire spirit from your ancestor of the Zhao family in a deserted place more than 20 years ago, right?"
Kong Laosan said, but saw that the man in front of him seemed to have thought of something after a moment of confusion. He looked Kong Laosan up and down again, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "Haha, you are the one in the foundation building stage in the forest back then.
Practitioner, right? I haven’t seen you for so many years, but your strength has not improved much, and you still haven’t advanced to the golden elixir. Why did you save me this time? You might as well tell me."
The man in front of him was none other than the seventh uncle of the Zhao family, Zhao Chengyun, whom he had met once before.
"I don't have any purpose, I just want to make a good relationship in advance."
Kong Laosan pondered for a moment and then slowly spoke.