MTL - I Am Immortal-Chapter 30 Record of becoming a fairy, the journey is difficult

  Chapter 30 Chengxianlu, the journey is difficult

  Cheng Xianlu...?

Qi Wuhuo saw the words written on the yellowed paper, and the handwriting was sharp. Even if the handwriting was faintly blurred, he could still see the young man's spirit and high spirits. Looking back carefully, he found that this was just a record of practice. The transcript not only has the keys to each step of practice, but also writes down the experience of the practitioner in detail, which is of great benefit to Qi Wuhuo.

   In addition to this, there is also the kind of record of my own life.

  'July 13th, sunny, I have achieved success in nourishing Qi, and I am considered a genius when I am 13 years old and have achieved great vitality! '

  ‘Father, grandfather, are not as good as me! '

  ‘Holding a sword and overlooking the world, ha, who can have such a demeanor like me? ! '

  'Ha, in the past, I should use the time of practice as a guide to record my ascension to immortality, so as to pass it on to future generations, and the disciples of the younger generations should be proud of it. '

  ‘It’s just called, Chengxianlu! '

   This line of text is calm and unrestrained, full of vigor, and Qi Wuhuo couldn't help smiling.

   Immediately thinking of Tan Taixuan's behavior, he frowned slightly.

   Could it be that this book is the record of practice that he seized after killing a young practitioner?

   Was it the original owner of the [Mingzhen Daomeng] badge?

On the second page, when recording several simple spells, it was still the young man’s notes: “When the practitioner’s vitality has not been combined with the essence, the vitality cannot leave the body, so it cannot be induced to cast spells, but monks at this stage, Relying on the preparation of the altar, it is also possible to display abilities similar to supernatural powers. '

  ‘So it can also be called [Taoist priest] to prove that he is already an extraordinary person. '

  The reply added, ‘The old man beat me up yesterday, and when he gets old, I will feed him the worst medicine, ha, no sugar! '

  The back was erased, as if being beaten on the head by an elder, leaving traces of the outline of the young man's face on the white paper.

   Then add—

  'If you are beaten, you can add a piece of sugar. '

  Qi Wuhu couldn't help smiling.

   After taking a look, the ritual-like supernatural powers recorded on this page are 【Hemostatic Curse】【Suppressing Evil】【Hiding Method】

  Afterwards, record in detail how to operate the vitality, how to step on the cloth, and how to cast these spells in the realm of refining the essence.

  After Qi Wuhuo read it, he felt quite enlightened.

  The part that follows is written that the boy was forced to work by his parents.

  Finally jumping in anger.

  'Grind tofu, grind tofu, rub your uncle's [crossed out] tofu! "

  “I am a swordsman, I am a swordsman, I am not a tofu grinder!’

  'Damn old man, why are you talking about not being born into the world? ! Joke, joke! '

  ‘Who joined the WTO and grinded tofu every day! '

  ‘The beany smell is very strong, woo woo woo…’

  'My white clothes are fluttering like a sword fairy, my card face! Do I just wear clothes, carry a sword, and grind tofu? '

  ‘No, no, I’m a genius! I want to create a supernatural ability to grind tofu! '

'Decided! '

  ‘I’m a genius! '

Qi Wuhuo seemed to see a man of his own age carrying a sword, squatting there, gnashing his teeth, and then got up to grind tofu. spell.

  Qi Wuhuo then opened the back, and then froze, seeing written stroke by stroke on the back—

  【Pushing Tofu Mantra】

  The name is simple and unpretentious, and the formula is so casual and natural that it makes people laugh, which shows that it was deliberately created by a joking boy.

  The mantra said: One, two, three, four, five Patriarch Commanders, the five gods of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, and the disciples recite the mantra in their hearts.

  Boiled beans and roasted Osmunda japonica, the beans are weeping in the cauldron, they grow from the same root, so why not fry them too quickly, if you don’t know it, you won’t know it, if you don’t make it, you won’t make it.

  Turn the pulp into a basin of water, and it will work at that time!

   "Really?"

   Not only that, but there is also [Pig Killing Curse], the reason is that it is too embarrassing for the majestic Sword Immortal to kill pigs.

  Being hit head-on by a wild boar on the stomach hurts and rolls around on the ground in pain, it's too embarrassing.

  So create a spell!

  Of course, the one who got hit by a wild boar and got a stomachache is not the sword fairy!

  There is [Cooking Wine and Cooking Meat Curse]—the reason is that cooking by oneself is so unpalatable that I vomited.

  There is [Retiring Mantra Mantra]—specially for young sweethearts to make bridal chambers.

  There is [Bone Swallowing Needle Method]—Northern monk, his throat got stuck after eating fish for the first time, and he felt uncomfortable drinking vinegar, so he created a spell!

Turning back, Qi Wuhuo seemed to see a young man laughing and cursing, unrestrained, young with high spirits, practicing, living, and practicing swords. Yiqi, who claims to be the best in the world, has recorded the inheritance, methods, and magical powers of practice in detail.

  Qi Wuhuo looked slowly, with a faint feeling, and wrote down all the methods of these supernatural powers.

  Swordsmanship chapters, miscellaneous chapters, exorcising ghosts and breaking evil, medical skills chapters, fortune-telling chapters, and talismans.

   I just wrote down a way to use my own vitality to regulate other people's bodies.

  Using the little technique to achieve the effect of [strengthening the body and expelling evil spirits], when I turned the page again, I was slightly taken aback.

  'Eighteen years, Zong Wei got married today. '

  ‘The one she loves is me, I know it. '

  'However, I only have the Tao in my heart, and I have no other desires. I saw her marrying someone else on the top of the mountain in the rain, and then turned and left. '

  'Travel around the world, seek teachers and visit Taoism, cultivate nature and life. '

  'July 31—'

  'Passing through the Yousi Temple, I saw demons and ghosts rampant, and cut them off with a sword. There was a tree demon who was quite virtuous. '

  ‘Shooting a hundred miles with a sword, beheading one hundred and thirty-one ghosts, wearing dozens of wounds, saving thirteen people. '

  ‘When the sun rises, drink to Zixia in the sky and get drunk, happy! '

  'August thirty-six—'

  'It is difficult to travel, and when there is a severe drought, water is brought in to help the world and save the people. '

  ‘Buy a pot of wine and leave calmly. '

  'June of the forty-one year—'

  ‘When encountering an evil cultivator, he practiced the method by killing people. When he was angry, he chased and killed him with a sword. '

  'The man said, I will fall into this way in the future. '

  'Ha, joke, joke, my generation of monks should be like a sword, and I should be ashamed of my heart. If that day comes, I might as well draw my sword and kill myself! '

  ‘Dare to disturb my Dao heart. '

  ‘Evil devils heretics, everyone can get them and punish them! '

   'Fifty years—'

  ‘Breakthrough...failed, ha, it’s okay, let’s put down the practice for today and go to drink to drink! '

  'Fifty-one-'

  ‘Breakthrough failed... that’s all, that’s all. '

  'Fifty-three years—'

  ‘Breakthrough failed. '

  ‘Sixty years—return to hometown. '

  ‘Zong Wei is dead, I saw her body carried away in front of me. '

  'Heart stabbing pain, feeling lost, and then went to the mountain again. '

  'Here I saw her get married, here I saw her die, and here I saw her live. '

"It was a night when I was drunk alone. In my drunken dream, I seemed to see me and her when I was young. I felt melancholy in my heart, and I also felt hesitant when I woke up. Should I face my heart and take her away... There is no way to cultivate the Tao all my life." become. '

  ‘Did I, do something wrong? '

When Qi Wuhuo looked at the back, the once young and vigorous swordsman had experienced too much and sent his friends to die one by one, but no matter how he practiced, he was always one step behind, always one step away, the sixtieth year, the first It was the same for seventy years and eighty years. Finally, when he saw the hundredth year of practice, Qi Wuhuo saw that the words had become chaotic and crazy.

  ‘Failed again! Failed again! Failed again! '

  ‘Could it be that when I was young, I fought with others and lost my foundation? ! I knew it earlier, I knew it earlier..."

   "If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have saved those people!"

  ‘You should watch them die! '

  ‘The one hundred and tenth year. '

  ‘Failure fail fail fail! '

  ‘One hundred and seventeenth year. '

  ‘Trying to refine the blood demon pill, I just borrowed some human blood, and it will not affect their lifespan, no. '

  'Useful, useful...hahahaha, useful, useful! '

  ‘I feel that my foundation has come back a bit, vitality, vitality is boiling, boiling! '

  'There is a chance, there is a chance, I don't want to die, I don't want to die! '

   Qi Wuhuo looked at this page, he already knew who this book belonged to.

He seemed to take a slight breath, then turned the back quickly, and saw those words like knives, recording that the once young and energetic people fell into the quagmire step by step, first taking human blood as medicine, then taking lifespan, and finally Taking the number of lives, the personality gradually changes, gradually becoming crazy and cautious, doing everything for the sake of life, and finally Qi Wuhuo saw the last record on the last page——

  'One hundred and thirty-one spring. '

  ‘Zong Wei’s grandson also passed away. '

'Hometown really means nothing to me. This body is like a floating canopy, and like a silverfish in the world. Everything in the world seems to have no connection with me. My relatives have died, and my friends have also fallen. I am suddenly melancholy. . '

  ‘I drank and got very drunk. When I was walking alone at night, I saw a river passing by, my lips were dry, and I wanted to drink some water to moisten my throat. '

  ‘The moonlight is very bright tonight, I lowered my head, and suddenly froze. '

'In the water under the moon, the reflection seems to be me, and it doesn't seem to be me... It looks like a young man, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, glaring at me. Startled, full of murderous intent, I sat down and fell to the ground. For some reason, I was irritated. '

  'I called out the sword box, chopped the water into pieces, and gasped for breath, but I, I still seem to be able to see, the young me standing in the mist and looking at me, it seems to be far away, and it seems to be very close. '

  ‘His eyes are too bright, I hate it. '

  'He said【Evil heretics, you should kill them! ]'

  ‘I went back, and from then on, the sword I used when I was young, for some reason, often neighed at night. '

  ‘It’s an unknown sword. '

  ‘I’m probably going to die...’

  ‘I wanted to smash it, but I couldn’t do it. I locked it with countless red strings, and also locked ‘me’. '

  ‘I want to live forever. '

  PS:

   Those mantras also come from the folk art.

  (end of this chapter)