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Chapter 1001 The Great Witch

"hiss."

Shou He grimaced in pain.

"My husband, you should let him recover from this injury for ten days or half a month." Bu Canghua's eyes were full of heartache as she applied the medicine carefully, even with a hint of complaint in her voice.

"Old Immortal, don't you know that there is not a single good spot on your body and that you need to be nourished by blood and energy? Why are you still..."

Shou He shook his head and said, "Even the old immortal can't do anything about it."

"Besides, our lives were saved by the old immortal."

"No matter how much you saved my life, you can't drain my blood like this. In this situation, how many lives do we have?" Bu Canghua sighed. She knew she couldn't say anything. As soon as she tried to say something, Shou He would talk back. She asked him to go and talk, but he refused. He was like a mute person who only knew how to do things as ordered.

How could they interfere in the affairs between big shots?

If you continue like this, sooner or later you will lose your life because of fighting so hard.

"My wife also said that the forbidden land of the gods severely suppresses cultivation. My skills are just OK. If I change my cultivation, I will not be able to adapt for a while, which will ruin the old god's plan."

Shou He slowly bandaged the wound on his arm and said with a smile: "The blood and qi can be mobilized with the help of pills, so it's not that great anyway."

"It's out of the way."

While speaking, he patted Bu Zanghua's back of the hand, indicating that he should feel at ease.

"But this is not a solution."

Tears welled up in Bu Canghua's eyes: "Why don't we let the old immortal remove your magical powers and replace you with a stronger man?"

"There is no such thing as a strong man."

Shou He held Bu Canghua in his arms, stared at the candlelight in front of him, and said with a smile: "There are only a few first-rate masters in the martial arts world."

The candlelight reflected in his eyes, flickering slowly: "If I don't want to die in a confused state when the sky changes, I have to find a way to survive."

"What do you mean, sir?"

“I want to learn Taoism.

"But the old immortal no longer accepts disciples."

"Did you ask the old immortal?"

"I tried it, but didn't ask."

"You have to ask."

Bu Canghua quickly wiped off his charm and said seriously: "As far as I know, weapon spirit treasures also require cultivators to have corresponding strength to be able to play. For example, the weapon spirit of the divine weapon cannot play its true strength without the strength of the Taoist ancestor. The old immortal will definitely not suppress your strength progress."

"But……"

"No buts, he will definitely teach you."

"Okay, I'll go after dinner."

After meal.

It is not yet dusk.

The dark-skinned man walked towards the backyard, which was very elegant, like a fairyland that had fallen on earth.

Normally no one can set foot here.

The only two people who can come here are men.

The man who came was none other than Shou He, the first-rate warrior currently holding the Zunhun Banner, the King of Detectives in Wanning County.

The 16-foot-tall ancient peach tree has long been lush and green.

A man was sitting cross-legged on a green platform under the tree.

The man sat cross-legged, with a strange-looking sword across his legs. The sword was dark in color, mixed with a green mysterious light, and the light was like ripples that completely concealed his figure.

The man with his eyes closed slowly opened them.

Those were a pair of eyes that were filled with the illusion of life and death, and seemed like the wheel of dharma turning.

The man stroked the magic weapon across his knees and chanted, "The Six Paths to the Underworld contains a trace of the lingering charm of the ancient Six Paths. It is indeed the most suitable magic weapon for Junior Sister's immortal body. What's more, with this magic weapon and the immortal body, you can thoroughly implement the wonderful method of Taiyi Ascension Sect and thus have the opportunity to become one of the top sects."

The man holding the magic weapon slowly stood up from the bluestone slab.

call out.

The sword is like a black horn, pointing obliquely towards the blue sky.

"The ten-direction celestial masters are as numerous as the sand and dust, transforming themselves into the ten directions to save all the heavenly beings. They devote their energy to gather merit and virtue, and together they save the sinful souls."

Swish.

He swung his sword and turned around, performing a sword dance that flowed like flowing water.

The magical medicine peaches seemed to have become the man's background.

Tushan Jun, who had taken back his magic weapon, moved his gaze to Shou He who was standing not far away and asked, "What happened?"

"without……"

Shou He was so surprised that he didn't know what to do. However, he still didn't forget the main thing and said, "I, the old immortal..., I, want to learn Taoism."

The moment he spoke, Shou He seemed to have completely let go of the burden in his heart and said, "I want to become stronger, I want to get out of here, I have to at least keep my wife safe."

"Can I become your teacher?"

Tushan Jun, holding a sword, stood under the peach tree, his eyes unchanged as he refused, "I will no longer accept disciples."

There was a sense of boundless loss in Shou He's eyes.

He should have known.

  Even if a god-like figure fell to the mortal world and was picked up by a mortal like him, would he insist on becoming his disciple?

After hearing this sentence for the second time, Shou He felt sad.

Even though he has a great reputation in the world, he is nothing more than that in the eyes of real gods.

But he didn't even have the chance to try.

He wanted the old immortal to look at him with respect, just a glance, and he also wanted those monks who regarded them as ants to see it.

People cannot always live because of the eyes of others.

If he didn't have any skills and hadn't met someone who could teach him, he might have starved to death long ago.

When he was almost starving to death, he didn't know whether he would go back.

Probably so.

When you are about to die, you want to survive.

It is clearly not that time now, so why is he so eager for skills?

  Isn't it good to just live in this confused state?

He is protected by an old immortal above, followed by a group of brothers below, serves as an official in the court, and has a wife at home.

Perhaps all that’s missing from a fulfilling life is a child.

Speaking of children, he remembered the child who used to beg for food with him when he was young.

The child was very smart and was later spotted by someone who said he was adopted.

Later, when he had the ability, he went looking for it.

When he couldn't find them in the Jianghu, he came to the temple to look for them. When he looked through the files, he always saw the disappearance of children. He gradually understood what happened and thought that they must have been taken away by outsiders.

He really wanted to ask why.

I really want to ask this question while screaming with almost all my strength.

I didn't ask after all.

Shou He only felt a faint fear lingering in his heart. Looking at his wife's face that hardly changed, and his own body that changed silently, he should really feel fear.

It is a feeling of confusion where you know there will be no result but don't know what to do.

"Because I expect more from you than that."

The voice is hoarse and ethereal.

It was like the devil's low hum, the kind murmur of the devil of the abyss.

The lost Shou He suddenly looked up.

"If you learn the way of immortality, you can transform your energy and blood into the peak of golden elixir."

"In the forbidden land of the gods, transforming your blood and energy will greatly weaken your strength. This is one reason."

"Secondly, the path to immortality is difficult. Even if you fall into the devil path, the power you gain is much slower and not enough to support you in dealing with the crisis." Tu Shanjun put his hands behind his back and said, "The devil path gains power very quickly, but I hate the devil path. I kill every devil cultivator I see, even my own disciples."

Hearing the solemn and murderous tone in the old immortal's words, Shou He was awed.

It was the first time he saw the murderous Tu Shanjun.

"Then I should go..."

"Martial arts."

"Martial arts?!" Shou He exclaimed, and then quickly lowered his voice and said, "Didn't you say that martial arts has no future?"

Not only did Tu Shanjun say that, Shou He himself could also feel that there was no way forward.

No matter how much he practiced, his Qi and blood grew as fast as a snail climbing a mountain.

The mountain is still there, and a snail will never be able to get over it even if it crawls across it for its entire lifetime.

And who knows whether there is sea or more mountains behind the mountain.

"The way of martial arts should now have a future." Tu Shanjun let out a long breath.

He combined the mythological stories from his previous life with his current martial arts and finally found a way forward. Although he has not yet broken away from some frameworks, he has found a way for martial artists to continue moving forward.

"I have the Eight-Character Mantra."

"Old Immortal, please speak."

"Natural selection, survival of the fittest!"

“What is the fittest?”

"The fittest are those who are in harmony with the world." Tu Shanjun continued, "Though the monks still maintain their human appearance, they are actually two different species from ordinary people. Warriors should be the same, but they have not yet been completely separated. Ordinary people will also slowly adapt to the world."

"But they are too slow."

Shou He asked, "How to speed it up?"

"repair.

"The way of heaven is to reduce the surplus and make up for the deficiency. The way of man is to reduce the deficiency and serve the surplus.

"If you want to achieve enlightenment, you must get closer and closer to heaven." When Tu Shanjun was explaining to Shou He, the body of Lingmo after the Immortal Spell flashed through his mind.

That body looked like a demon's body but it possessed terrifying power.

why?

Because that demonic body is already on the road to perfection.

If there is an immortal in this world, he or she should be perfect enough.

If you want perfection, you must replenish and replace the original imperfect "bucket" with a container that can hold more energy.

"To accomplish this step, I have three magical powers."

"Expand the spirit, absorb the spirit, and integrate the spirit."

Tushan Jun's nightmare spirit possession technique once enabled the recipient to obtain the nightmare spirit's supernatural powers.

After all, it requires a medium to perform the operation, and over time the recipient will be affected by the nightmare spirit.

If Tushan Jun had not interfered, Yang Wu might have been affected by the flesh and skin on his body and turned into that evil dragon in the near future.

This time, Tushan Jun completely put an end to such situations and created three magical powers.

This 'spirit' is not a soul, but more like a 'form'.

In other words, it is the part where the opponent is stronger than the caster.

The most core magical power was named "Divine Fetus" by Tushan Jun. The three souls and seven spirits condensed into a divine fetus, which controlled all forms.

The process of integrating the spirit is the process of condensing the divine fetus.

Even though he had the divine fetus, Tushan Jun didn't know whether it would become a human or a god in the end.

Tu Shanjun pondered for a long time before saying, "I am not very knowledgeable and can only do this much."

After all, Ghost Saint is not a pedantic master of various sects. All he can do is to take martial arts one step forward. He is not sure whether this step is right or not, but at least he will not be stuck at the first step.

"It's called martial arts."

"It should be called 'Wu Dao'."

Of those warriors who made it to the end, certainly not one remained human.

Those with a body size of several meters may be the more pleasing to the eye.

"This is half of the Great Witch Scripture."

Tu Shanjun handed over the scroll in his hand and said, "Whether you want to learn it or not, think about it carefully."

Shou He took the witch scripture and stood where he was.

Tu Shanjun walked past Shou He without interrupting him and went towards the back hall.

He had already seen the Six Paths to the Underworld, and none of them contained Zhang Yajiu's backup magical powers.

Through the Six Paths to the Yellow Springs, he guessed some of the sect's plans, and there was no need for him to expose them.

Can achieve the best.

It cannot be done. The magic sword and immortal body are also extremely important to the sect.

It's time to give the Six Paths to the Underworld to the little sister in green skirt.

Then he persuaded Senior Brother Tai Jing to take Junior Sister away.

Having accomplished such a great thing, Tushan Jun walked briskly.

When walking out of the courtyard, I looked back at the ancient tree that was used as a magical medicine.

The tall man murmured, "My peaches are ripening."