"A person who has become an immortal is not an immortal, right?"
Xu Mo really didn't expect that the monster he saw in the incense burner of Zhenyuan Temple in his dream was actually an immortal.
Apart from being weird, it didn't look like the immortal in Xu Mo's mind.
The path to immortality in this world has gone too far.
If he were an immortal, Xu Mo felt that he could give up on this path.
"That's not an immortal, it's just some flesh and blood from an immortal." The immortal cultivator who answered Xu Mo explained, saying that there was the word 'inheritance' in front of this immortal god.
This is the key.
"Generally, only those who have been to places with immortals will have immortal inheritance left behind. Immortal God inheritance generally carries a complete set of methods and paths to becoming an immortal. Follow the Immortal God inheritance, and you can basically get there directly in just time.
Immortal realm.”
"Because of this, the inheritance of immortals and gods is extremely precious. It is a treasure. Once the news comes out, people will spy on it. They will rob it if they can, and seize it if they can."
When Xu Mo heard this, he understood why the Zhenyuan Guanhui was destroyed.
Even the powerful and weird old Taoist priest of Zhen Yuan Guan still couldn't resist and ended up dying.
This is the crime of having a jade.
But Xu Mo felt like he couldn't take this path.
Firstly, he didn't have any immortal inheritance, and secondly, even if he did, this thing felt even weirder. Xu Mo recalled the feeling when he saw the monster in the incense burner, and he always felt that this thing was holding back some evil.
Not a good thing anyway.
Xu Mo changed his mind and asked the other party whether it was feasible to enter Taoism through martial arts.
"Martial arts? Haha, it's crazy. If it can be done, then why should we practice immortality?"
Hearing this, Xu Mo understood that martial arts was probably really bad.
But if you think about it carefully, the reason why you are here is not because of "Shangqing Sword Essence". According to this inference, the founder of Sword Sect should also be an "immortal cultivator", at least proficient in "Spirit Attack Technique".
The other party came to Fangshi three hundred years ago.
It should still be in Old Man Bai’s dream at the top of the lonely mountain.
There, he found the real "Shangqing Sword Essence" and integrated it into martial arts. From then on, martial arts ruled the roost.
"Could it be that the senior Sword Sect also chose martial arts because he didn't want to take the weird path of immortality, hoping to make a breakthrough?"
Xu Mo made a wild guess.
Of course, this is not a baseless guess. After careful analysis, this is still a possibility.
Unfortunately, there is no way of knowing what the senior Jianzong bought in the market three hundred years ago. Xu Mo thought about it and let it go.
He plans to follow his own path.
He already knew the basic common sense and the rules of the market, but Xu Mo still had to understand how to buy and exchange things here.
But regarding this issue, the cultivator opposite said: "You can only explore this by yourself. After all, no one knows what good things they have in their hands, but don't be anxious. If you come a few times, you can always find what you need."
Xu Mo has no problem.
He took out the small black flag and flicked it, grabbing a hanged ghost from it.
This thing is the other party’s ‘reward’.
The immortal cultivator looked at it, smiled, stretched out his hand and grabbed the hanged ghost in his hand, then put it in his arms, and actually put it into his arms like putting something.
"Yes, I am very trustworthy, so I will give you something."
As he spoke, the immortal cultivator took out a page of paper from his arms.
"It says on it the refining method of a special human elixir, supplemented by spiritual stones and herbs, which has great effects. This thing is of no use to me anymore, so I'll give it to you."
Xu Mo looked at it and took it with a smile.
In this way, the two of them said goodbye and turned around to leave.
When they reached a deserted place, Xu Mo looked at the page in his hand, threw it directly under the bridge, and sank into the water.
There is a mystery in this paper.
Although Xu Mo couldn't see what the mystery was, he still said the same thing.
If you look at things based on the 'principle' that all immortal cultivators are bad guys with ulterior motives, then the other party definitely has no good intentions in sending you such a page.
In this case, of course it must be thrown away.
Nip dangers and hidden dangers in the bud.
On the other side, the immortal cultivator was walking when he suddenly felt something. He was stunned for a moment, then recited a spell and stretched out his hand to grasp.
The next moment, the piece of paper flew out of thin air.
Still wet with water.
"To be so cautious, that's all. I originally planned to use this page to find out the location of the opponent's body, and then rush to attack and kill him. However, since the opponent has been prepared for a long time, let's give it up. It's a pity, it's a pity."
The immortal cultivator sneered and put the page away.
Xu Mo didn't know that his caution had saved him from a disaster.
Although he had figured out some of the situation in Guidaofang City here, Xu Mo couldn't bring anything to exchange with others because he was short of money.
Naturally, even if there are good things here, he can't exchange them.
The mood can be imagined.
He was walking in this strange painted town.
The native things here, whether scenery, animals, or people, are all black and white, outlined with a brush.
Although it is lifelike, when you are in it, you just feel eerie and terrifying.
I happened to pass by a teahouse.
Outlined in black and white pen and ink, a strange-looking storyteller with a stiff face is telling stories over there.
Although the other party moved a lot, gestured and said something.
But I couldn't hear anything.
It's like a silent pantomime.
But the audience below, including some children, seemed to be listening very well. From time to time they made small noises and opened their mouths wide, probably laughing.
But again, no laughter was heard.
So such a lively scene is actually silent.
If you think about it and taste it carefully, you will feel a cool air coming from the soles of your feet to the top of your head, which is extremely strange.
Xu Mo didn't want to wander around any more, so when he passed by, he simply found an empty seat and sat down, pretending to listen.
Although, he couldn't hear anything.
And at this moment, the storyteller on the stage suddenly didn't know what he said, and then looked at Xu Mo. As a result, a scalp-numbing scene happened the next moment.
All the guests here, including the children playing and the waiter responsible for serving tea and water, all looked over at this moment.
The stiff faces, without any expression, and the eyes outlined with pen and ink were staring at Xu Mo.
Just ask, who wouldn’t be afraid of this kind of scene?
Xu Mo also felt a little numb at the moment.
"What does this mean?"
He froze on the spot.
Realizing something was wrong, he wanted to leave, but several children with stiff faces and different sizes had already blocked his retreat.
Only then did Xu Mo realize that a lot of people had gathered behind him.
"What do you want to do?"
Xu Mo really didn't understand.
He didn’t provoke anyone, so why would the characters in these paintings cause trouble for themselves for no reason?
The atmosphere of the scene is becoming more and more wrong, and the terrible sense of danger and oppression has become more and more obvious.
Xu Mo had no doubt that if he didn't react anymore, these weird things would swarm him and tear him to pieces.
At this critical moment, a voice sounded.
"Idiot, you are sitting in the storyteller's position. Once you are sitting in this position, it means that you want to tear him down. It's only because others don't follow you that you have trouble!"
