Can you never read another book?

Yan Nu scratched his head. He finally got rid of the situation of being continuously hunted and planned to study hard.

I was running happily in the woods, but I picked up a piece of paper and couldn't read anymore?

"I can't see it. What does it mean?" Yan Nu asked.

Qingniao sighed: "Except for this book, I can't understand any other books."

"I am an immortal cultivator, so I will definitely read some Taoist scriptures, magic scrolls and the like."

"But since I got the book, looking at them has been like watching a child doodle."

"The content is confusing, it feels like a bunch of symbols, and it's inscrutable."

Yan Nu looked at the page in his hand again. To him, the words on it were like enigmatic symbols.

"It's like you can't read?"

Unexpectedly, Qingniao said: "It's a weirder feeling than not being able to read. There is no pattern at all."

As Yan Nu continued to run towards the outside of the mountain, he asked, "Is it okay if I don't read the book and read something else?"

"I understand what you mean. I used to think so too." Qingniao said a little depressed: "But I tried bamboo slips, stone carvings, even jade slips, and the documents recorded in the magical instruments, but I couldn't understand them all."

"Ah?" Yan Nu opened his mouth wide: "This won't work? Even if I ask someone to write it on the sand and teach me, it won't work?"

Qingniao said with certainty: "No, I tried everything, and then I realized that these are all 'books'."

"How could..." Yan Nu's eyebrows drooped, looking depressed.

Qingniao explained: "Books are not only made of paper. There was no paper in the pre-Qin period. At that time, bamboo slips were used, and people called them 'bamboo books'."

“In ancient times, characters were carved on tortoise shells and ox bones, which were both called ‘books’.”

"For example, the Hetu Luoshu is also called the 'turtle script' because it is written on the back of a turtle."

"The word "book" is very ancient. The earliest way to write it was in the shape of a root, a trunk, a branch, or a stem. It was actually a pen with a box underneath to represent the written words."

"The meaning is the same as 'writing', which refers to writing and recording."

"Later, it evolved into all carriers that carry text, which are called books."

Yan Nu was fascinated by what he heard and suddenly said: "Eh? I can understand what you are dictating like this."

Blue Bird affirmed: "Yes, dictation is okay."

"From then on, I always had people read the scriptures to me."

Yan Nu nodded. Although he couldn't read the book, he could be taught by others... but it would be more troublesome for others.

"You said before that there is a price for writing upwards?" Yan Nu asked again.

Qingniao was filled with emotion: "Yes, there are about 500 kinds of spells written in the Book of Ten Thousand Arts. Not all spells are really there, and I found that the handwriting is diverse, and there are even passages of text that are not spells."

"Combined with the fact that there was no name on the cover of the book, I realized that the book was probably blank from the beginning."

"It was only after the predecessors figured out how to use it, and experienced generations of users, that they wrote down some spells, and passed them through several people. Only then did I have these five hundred spells."

Yan Nu suddenly realized: "No wonder it is in tatters. It seems that this book has gone through a lot."

"Did you steal it from someone else?"

"Ahem..." Qingniao coughed, and finally said honestly: "I killed a heaven-defying person and got it from him..."

Just because he had robbed it once, he had some understanding of rare objects, but he was still one-sided. When he bumped into Yan Slave for the second time, he wanted to try again, but he ended up badly...

Qingniao continued: "In short, I found that the spells were added by the holders of the past generations and wrote down the names. As long as there is such a spell in the world, you can use it at a glance."

"But the price is that you can no longer create or learn spells on your own."

"And every time you write a word, it will destroy a person. Then when that person writes a second word, the handwriting will disappear, and you have to find someone else to write it."

Yan Nu lowered his head and scanned it. There were at least forty words on this page alone.

He couldn't help but ask: "You said there were more than 500 spells written in the book. How many people have been crippled..."

"I have counted more than two thousand words." Qingniao muttered: "It is impossible that so many monks have used it, so it should be written by mortals. Mortals can't learn spells anyway, so it doesn't matter if they lose creativity."

When Yan Nu heard this, he realized that the man had already run out of the mountain.

He rolled up a page of paper, put it away close to his body, and said, "Release your consciousness, I'll look for my sister."

Without saying a word, Qingniao unfolded his spiritual consciousness and saw in his eyes a radius of three thousand feet, which is only a small twenty miles.

The farthest point has reached the original valley.

Yan Nu shared the vision of his spiritual consciousness and soon discovered Huang Banyun. This boy was leading a monkey, covered in naked fruits, and weaving a grass skirt.

He immediately ran straight in the direction of Huang Banyun.

On the way, Yan Nu also studied the knife on his stomach. He found that after pulling out the knife, various abilities could still be used, but if he threw it away, he would not be able to use it.

This pocket knife is really like your own super organ, plug and play.

And it only needs to be touched, even if it is tied with hair.

"Eh?" While he was studying, the wound on his stomach healed quickly.

He tried to thrust it back in, but the knife couldn't even pierce the skin.

"Would you like to eat this?"

Yan Nu saw that the tip of the knife had long since disappeared, leaving only half of it.

Apparently when it was inserted into the stomach before, the tip of the knife pierced the stomach pouch, causing the characteristics of digestion to adapt to it.

He wondered if he ate it directly and digested it completely, would those abilities return to his body?

Yan Nu grunted, opened his mouth and ate half of the knife.

Sure enough, when it was in the throat, the knife melted and disappeared.

There is something in his body that ignores his own resistance, and that is the digestive system.

As long as you get used to what you have eaten, you will be able to digest it no matter how many times you eat it. Unlike his teeth, after you bite and get used to it, you can't bite it a second time.

It seems that his 'digestion' takes priority over adaptive functions such as 'symbiosis' and 'resistance'.

"Fire talisman!" Yan Nu thought, and a will-o'-the-wisp appeared in the Lingxu acupoint.

Then with another operation, the Xuanji point burst out with billowing infuriating energy.

When I came back, the fire talisman was in the Lingxu point, the water talisman was in the Shenzang point, and the Xuanji Huagai two points, the Taihuang White Jade Gong, and the Fenyi Liehuo were also in the Dantian.

Yan Nu can feel all of this, but... sharing the consciousness of Blue Bird, he can't see it at all.

It's as if these characteristics exist secretly.

Unless they are mobilized, or activated.

"Huh!" Yan Nu casually mobilized the century-old energy to gather in Dantian, and now he could see it.

From the perspective of spiritual consciousness, these true qi emerge from the acupuncture points out of thin air and rush into the Dantian.

Only he can feel that he still has an invisible power of 2.3 million years.

This is actually more like the state of the characteristics of strange objects.

The characteristics themselves are invisible, just like the knife and the book of ten thousand methods. They seem ordinary. Who knows what characteristics they have without showing them?

It's as if they exist in a special realm.

Nowadays, the various characteristics of Yan Slave are also in this state.

"Hey, the knife has grown again!" Yan Nu clearly saw with his spiritual consciousness that a knife grew out next to his kidney.

It feels like flesh and blood is being regenerated, and it is moistened with spring water.

"So it's not eating grass, but really the same as growing meat..."

"This kind of organ can only be repaired after it has been destroyed."

Yan Nu quickly understood that this was the same thing as having the heart destroyed and then the flesh and blood regenerated.

He groped for a while, but couldn't open his stomach at all, so he casually broke off a thick branch, sharpened it with his zhenqi, and stabbed it hard.

With a puff, Yan Nu bared his teeth, endured the severe pain, and finally dug out the knife again.

But if you just hold it in your hand, it will not grow a second sword.

Until Yan Nu threw it away casually, with a bang, the knife plunged into the rock.

Next to the kidney, it started to itch again, and the pain slowly started to grow.

"Can I keep giving birth to this knife..."

"And...the knife won't be hurt by rocks?"

Under the scanning of his spiritual consciousness, Yan Nu could see clearly that the knife had penetrated into the rock without any damage.

This made Yan Nu's eyes light up and he spit out fire. Sure enough, the flames couldn't melt it.

You must know that at the beginning, this knife was very ordinary, and it was almost dissolved by the flames of Yan Nu.
To be continued...