I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 57
Two flowers bloom.

Tu Shanjun, who was far away from the treasury, did not run away, but turned back and put the soul flag back
Stuffed into the arms of the stone pillar.

Now that Shizhu is awake, Tu Shanjun no longer pays attention to Shizhu.

Instead, he looked at Zhou Liang's ghost in the banner.

"Ask the soul."

【extract:】

【Nightmare Pattern Enchantment Art】

【Character (pseudo)】

【Blood Spirit Art (Incomplete)】

Nightmare Pattern Enchantment Art is a method of stripping furtive blood, grinding leather, developing it into spiritual ink, and then tattooing it into one's skin with a special technique, and applying the activated heresy technique.

The user of the spell can obtain a part of the weakened ability from Gui Chong through this spell.

The drawn texture must be similar to the original sneak and form a complete circuit.

The closer the situation is, the more power you can get.

However, this technique also has disadvantages, that is, the spirituality of the nightmare pattern will erode people's sanity.

Qi practitioners also have the ability to suppress. If it is used on ordinary people, except for those with a strong will, other people will easily be eroded by the spirituality of the nightmare pattern, and they will be tortured as neither human nor ghost.

But I have to say that this is a spell that can quickly increase strength.

Generally speaking, as long as the burden on the soul is not increased, this technique can be used reasonably.

Although it is a heretical technique, Tu Shanjun's evaluation of this technique is not bad.

"Making talismans (false) is actually a craft of drawing talismans." Tu Shanjun was not too surprised.

Spiritualism requires a lot of painters, and the blood of Gui Chong must be collected, so he can definitely develop the ability to draw talismans, but Zhou Liang can only draw talismans that are not of the highest grade, and his way is still heresy, and he went astray.

Talisman making is extremely resource-intensive, and without a large supply of resources, it is difficult to cultivate a true talisman maker.

For casual cultivators, it is even more burdensome, without skilled resources, and without the guidance of a famous teacher, so Zhou Liang's craftsmanship is not exquisite.

As for the Blood Spirit Kung Fu, it is an incomplete kung fu method, and there are only three formulas for practicing qi, breathing methods, and kung fu routes.

The reason why he was able to cultivate to the fifth level of Qi training was because Zhou Liang switched to practice.

Although Lu Laodao has the exercises that can reach the sixth level of Qi training, he will not give it to him easily.

There are also flaws in the adaptability of the exercises.

Blood Spiritual Kungfu is a blood-attribute technique, and one can only switch to non-attribute or blood-attribute skills, and cannot use other skills.

The Blood Fiend Dafa is a non-attribute skill that can reach the sixth level of Qi training, so he obtained the Blood Fiend Dafa under the condition that he withdrew from the middle-grade spirit sword.

Only then did Tu Shanjun realize that he had collected five books on qigong exercises.

However, the Blood Fiend Dafa is the most complete, and it also comes with two spells, which can support monks to the sixth level of Qi training.

Most of the rest are early or incomplete exercises.

As for the living soul of the old man.

Tu Shanjun didn't use Wensoul, he taught the old man the exercises he taught, even if he used Wensoul, he got what he knew.

The exercises in the first part of Qi training are not difficult at all, and do not require any understanding.

As long as you follow the breathing method, settle down in a specific posture, and persevere, you can feel the breath.

After becoming a Qi practitioner, one can use mana according to the exercise route without any difficulty.

His attitude towards the old man is actually closer to ordinary people, and he doesn't have too deep emotions.

The two had never fought side by side, and the old man Xiang was also very cautious on the practice cliff, practicing in a hurry, only thinking of revenge.

So for the death of the old man, Tu Shanjun just felt sorry.

A banner master who was finally cultivated died just like that.

Had to look elsewhere.

Tu Shanjun looked at the stone pillar through the soul banner.

The stone pillars are in the stage of transformation from transporting skin to forging bones.

Injured, this process will continue for a long time.

The three realms of warriors, transporting skin, forging bones, and refining viscera, are all thresholds and bottlenecks, preventing countless crucian carp from crossing the river.

Those who can reach the innate are not one in a hundred.

Fortunately, the Yinhun Pill can greatly shorten this process.

Otherwise, Mr. Tu Shan would not have the patience to wait for more than a dozen, or even decades.

Shizhu's current strength is still too weak.

With the support of inner energy and the medicine, Shi Zhu has recovered from the serious injury.

Not to mention hands-on, at least he can move freely.

Without staying in the medical hall any longer, Shi Zhu took the medicinal materials and left the medical hall.

Low-key buried the bodies of his wife and children entrusted to him by Xianghu.

The coffin was neither good nor bad, and there were no valuable funeral objects, so that others would not worry about it.

The tombstone is made of a whole piece of marble, which is not worth much.

There are many ravines and mass graves near the cemetery near Liangdu, and unidentified bodies were dragged and thrown into the ditch.

Families from poor families would make a coffin for the final sake of dignity, so it is common to see people borrowing money to bury their parents.

If it is poor people, they will roll up a straw mat and settle the matter hastily.

Because of the relationship of worship, although there are little ghosts in these places, they are harmless and have no strength to harm people.

After arranging everything, Shi Zhu went to Xiuyiwei South Yamen.

He bumped into Tietou and a group of Xiuyiwei brothers head-on.

Sad and depressed.

A bad premonition rose in Shi Zhu's heart, he hurried forward and asked, "What happened?"

"Brother Zhu."

"Brother Zhu, why did you come here?"

"Iron Head?" Shi Zhu looked at the silent Iron Head.

Tie Tou opened his mouth, closed his eyes, and said melancholy: "Boss, go."

Shi Zhu stepped back two steps, his eyes widened, his voice trembling: "Impossible, the boss is already a congenital master, and there is absolutely no one who can match him except Master Lou Xian."

How could the innate master die?

That is the legend in the Jianghu, which can suppress the existence of martial arts.

"Boss, kill yourself in Jing'an Hou Mansion."

When Tu Shanjun in the banner heard the news, surprise and surprise gathered on his face for a moment, he didn't expect it to be like this.

"Oh, man, sometimes I really don't understand." Tu Shanjun smiled wryly and shook his head slightly.

Also.

At that day, Xiang Hu was already dead.

He was willing to die for his revenge.

Once a person loses the motivation and belief to live, it's like a spine is twitched, and he can't stand up again.

That's fine too.

"That's all." Tu Shanjun sighed.

Looking back, Xiang Hu's living soul has gradually revealed a ghostly appearance under the transformation of evil spirit, quiet and solemn.

Shi Zhu turned around in a daze, he had already learned the whole story from these friends.

The root of everything is the struggle of the powerful.

They are but victims of the struggle.

In the eyes of the rich and powerful, second-rate masters are no different from the mud under their feet.

The embroidered guard who was working beside him wanted to recover the stone pillar, but Tie Tou immediately stopped the embroidered guard beside him.

"Forget it, let him go."

"We are all sad that the boss is dead. But the boss treats him like a nephew, and he will only suffer more than us."

……

"Dong dong."

The lacquered door knocker was slapped.

soon.

The door opens.

A man in a long gown who looked like a butler leaned out half of his body, looked up and down the stone pillar, and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Wen Yue."

"Bold, you, a little embroidered guard, can call you the name of the son!" the housekeeper stopped.

Shi Zhu didn't talk nonsense at all, grabbed the butler by the collar, dragged him aside, and squeezed him into the gate.

Shi Zhu shouted loudly: "Where is Wen Yue?"

At the same time, he went straight to the backyard.

The seriously injured bodyguard Ding blocked the way of Shizhu with a weapon in his hand, but he was too cautious to do anything.

In the early afternoon, a congenital master came and injured them.

Why is there another yelling in the afternoon?

How many people did Houfu offend?
They are also afraid.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, all clutching their weapons nervously.

Next to each other, trying to find some sense of security.

He muttered softly: "Could it be another grandmaster?"

"You think the master is a Chinese cabbage."

"You think it's not you."

"Go up and try first."

Chu Jiu, who heard Shi Zhu shouting, hurried over: "Who is making noise in the Hou Mansion?"

"The embroidered garment guard stone pillar, entrusted by Xiang Hubaihu, came to meet Wen Yue."

Chu Jiu was slightly taken aback, no wonder he felt that this person looked familiar, so he had met once before.

"You are all gone."

Chu Jiu sent away the injured guards and servants, and then said to Shi Zhu, "Follow me."

He didn't pursue Shi Zhu for calling Wen Yue's name directly, but led Shi Zhu the way.

(End of this chapter)