Longevity Martial Arts: Beginning with Sword Drawing

Chapter 339 Mei Changqing, the Torn Page!

"Mei Changqing!"

"Who is this person? The death of the Thief King is related to him?"

Inside the cave, Lin Bei, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, frowning tightly, with a puzzled look on his face.

After calmly communicating with the breath imprinted on the soul, Lin Bei learned that the breath that can imprint the soul is indeed poison.

To be more precise, it should be the curse of the soul!
Curse of Wraith from the Thief King!

Before dying, the Thief King used a secret method to turn his soul into a wraith, and then used the secret method of burning the wraith to curse his buried species!

As long as someone passes through the tomb of the king of robbers and touches the treasure left by the king of robbers, he will be contaminated by the curse.

The curse will always be attached to the host's soul, and if it cannot be lifted, it will break out in 30 years!
The antidote to break the curse is the hard work of this "Mei Changqing".

Lin Bei guessed that Xiao Mei Changqing probably had no enmity with the King of Pirates, and he might not even be the enemy who killed the King of Pirates!

The silvery-white light lit up, and the pages of ordinary materials were automatically rolled up, and the images inside were distorted and danced, and the spirit of martial arts directly crashed into Lin Bei's mind.

It is difficult for ordinary people to learn the unique knowledge of the town school, even for those with extraordinary talents, it is also difficult to practice.

Immersed in that mysterious exercise, after a while, I felt that my mind was not tired, and I could only go in and out temporarily.

As far as learning is concerned, it is rarely used in ordinary scrolls to carry the magical powers of the town school.

Although the "Tianji Xiaoyao Jue" did not use a scroll, the material of its pages is the same as that of the scroll that carries the divine will, but the front is torn apart, but there is no difference.

In order for the grave to be completely buried, I may have released a lot of information after my death, including even my disciple, that is, the short-bearded master.

After the death of the Thief King, I should have not been promoted to the Grand Master, so I didn't leave my eight treasures to me.

"Besides, you feel that although "Tianji Xiaoyaojue" and "Guiyi Xuangong" belong to the town school's top school, but the degree of mystery is slightly different..."

The king of thieves, Zongheng Xiaofeng, was able to escape from the hands of the top masters time and time again, except for the magical weapon Tianjizhili, naturally there is no uniqueness in his skills.

"Hedong for 30 years, Hexi for 30 years... As long as I am promoted to the top master within 30 years, maybe I can lift the curse without an antidote!"

"Forget it, forget it, as long as there is no shortage of exercises, what is the content recorded earlier and why it is missing, it has too little to do with you!"

If you want to break the curse of the Thief King, even the top master may not be able to do it.

But the thief king who can be Xiaofeng still regarded him as an enemy before his death, and he was too slow to kill him. That Mei Changqing's cultivation base is probably extremely low, and he is probably the ultimate master.

Ever since he used the white-painted cave as a place of retreat, Hou Zhi filled the cave wall with several egg-sized night pearls to illuminate the entire cave.

Of course, that was just Lin Bei's first impression, not necessarily his love.

But Lin Bei still has a lot of confidence that he can be promoted to the top master within 30 years.

And my astonishing body speed is obviously derived from "Heavenly Traces of Xiaoyao Jue".

The silver and white figures were changing rapidly, and Lin Bei, who was immersed in it, felt his field of vision sinking a little bit, as if the back of his eyes was occupied by the silver and white figures.

Hou Zhi turned the page to the front, and saw the missing page below, obviously no trace of tearing.

Lin Bei made a sound in surprise, but it quickly became intense.

At this moment, a series of silver and white figures emerged in Lin Bei's mind, sitting or lying down, the meridians in the body were turbid and visible, and the trajectory of true energy was dazzling.

Lin Bei emptied out all distracting thoughts, concentrated on himself, and ended his careful cultivation.
The safest way is to be promoted to Martial Saint.

Lin Bei thought to himself.

Those 80 years were left for Hou Zhi to grow.

The "Guiyi Xuangong", which is also the top school of the town school, seems to be faintly more mysterious than "Xiaoyaojue of Tianji".

It is rumored that even with the use of divine weapons and traces, the speed of the King of Thieves can surpass that of the supreme master!

A thorough comparison can only be made if you have not practiced both of the two exercises to a relatively low level.

Screen out the tomb robbers who are above the grandmaster, and any grandmaster who snatches my funeral objects will be cursed on his body and need to complete the obsession after death for me.

"The town school's unique skills!"

"Could it be that this Mei Changqing is the ultimate master, so the King of Thieves left 30 years for the heir of the relic to avenge him..."

"Why did the Thief King set the time for the outbreak of the curse to be 30 years?"

"Finally, I took a rough look at the "Tianji Xiaoyao Jue". This exercise focuses on learning. The true energy cultivated is agile and elegant. It focuses on body speed, and the attack methods are mediocre and strange."

At this moment, with the light from the Ye Mingzhu, Lin Bei opened the "Heavenly Traces of Xiaoyao Jue".

Lin Bei thought about it right and left, but he also understood it, so he simply gave up thinking and began to cultivate his learning.

"The only one who can break the curse 100% is the Martial Saint!"

"Perhaps the torn pages of the book are not the content of this exercise..."

"Is there nothing missing in the exercise? That's right, you don't feel that there is nothing wrong with this exercise. It really looks like there is nothing missing."

Or look for some heretics who specialize in cracking the curse...

"Could it be that the content in front is Fengshui dragon-seeking technique? Or the method of forging divine weapons and heavenly traces? If so, why tear it up?"

This was repeated more than ten times, and several days passed by in a flash.

Lin Bei, who had never experienced this before, immediately finished his comprehension and remembered it.

From the movement of the mind, the movement of the meridians, to every move and every move, the silver-white figure changes and flickers behind the eyes.

Therefore, I set up the traps of the tomb mechanism so simply, waiting for the grave robbers to get hooked.

"After all, you have never been in touch with a martial saint. You have been promoted to a martial saint in 80 years, and you are not sure..."

Swish!
hum!
Hou Zhi flipped his palm, and the "Tianji Xiaoyao Jue" appeared in his hand.

With Hou Zhi's talent, he can easily feel the mystery and profoundness of that set of exercises.

The king of robbers who has robbed countless tombs is indeed as Lin Bei guessed. He simply believes that his tomb will be stolen.

After confirming the bad route, Lin Bei came up with peace of mind.

"The King of Thieves has repeatedly escaped from the pursuit of the supreme master after his birth. His methods are so weird that even the supreme master may not be able to break them."

However, Lin Bei had never heard of who Mei Changqing was.

"Strange, why is there nothing missing from that book..."

Therefore, the King of Thieves stayed under the curse for 80 years.

But I may still leave a certain message for my disciples.

Lin Bei watched casually for a while, and suddenly found that the material of the torn pages was not the same as that of the back pages.

It's a pity that the disciple of the Thief King did find the tomb in the end, but he lost to the white-clothed youth of Si Tianjian.

Although there is a saying that there is a nine-level true spirit of a master, there is one level and one day, it is often difficult to break through the first level in a few years or more than ten years.

"Walking on two legs, while looking for a way to break the curse, while striving to be promoted to a supreme master within 80 years, or even a martial saint!"

(End of this chapter)