ah?The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

Chapter 152 Becoming an Immortal?

The sword spirit who overheard the conversation between the two became extremely anxious, fearing that Du Xinghe had been bewitched.

Due to the nature of the mine spirit, it does not approve of such crazy ideas.

But Du Xinghe found it quite interesting.

She can use the palace fighting system to cultivate immortality, so why can't others use the alchemy furnace to refine the golden elixir? Just let her use the external plug-in, of course, it's like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers: "Senior, can you tell me who you are?"

The middle-aged cultivator smiled slightly and told her directly: "My name is Di Dian Na, and I am a disciple of the Five Elements Sect's Sect Master Ji Qiuya... But that was all in the past! Now I am the Cave Master of Liuyang Prefecture."

Du Xinghe was startled.

She understood the whole sentence, but when he mentioned his name, the sound seemed to have been specially processed, becoming a strange melody that she could not understand. It was not any language she knew, just like the sound of rubbing metal after rolling a bunch of wires into a ball. She pondered these three words over and over in her mind. Just as she was about to untie the wire ball, she felt a needle-like pain in her mind. The three words were magnified a hundred times and exploded with a roar, and she saw stars -

After entering the Jindan realm, Du Xinghe's five senses have become extraordinary.

The volume that even dazzled her would have caused a Foundation Establishment cultivator to bleed from all seven orifices. The harder she tried to distinguish and recognize the other person's name, the more severe the pain became, forcing her to give up the idea of ​​recognition and immediately recall the name of the Five Elements Sect's leader.

Ji Qiuya is definitely not the leader of this term.

"You know my name, now what are you going to call me?"

The middle-aged monk asked with a smile.

His tone was calm and friendly, but there was a hint of coldness in it.

It was less than two seconds before the female cultivator put her hand on his shoulder: "It's fate that we met. From now on, you are my big brother!"

Middle-aged monk: "..."

"Brother, I'll do it first, you can do whatever you want."

Without giving him a chance to respond, Du Xinghe raised his glass and drank it all.

"When did I agree to be your big brother?"

"What are you talking about, brother? Aren't we going to Baiyujing together? From now on, I will help you. If you say go left, I will never go right. If you kill people, I will set fires. If you rape..."

The second half of her sentence was too despicable and vulgar. The middle-aged monk blushed and stopped her from continuing: "How can a cultivator speak so foul language?"

But she looked up at him innocently: "Brother, what are you thinking? The person you want to kill is definitely not a good person. It is our duty to punish the evil. If it is about raping a woman, I will definitely advise you, brother, and I can't let you make a mistake and ruin your practice."

The middle-aged monk frowned: "What about the looting?"

"If it's looting, then big brother, give me some."

"..."

The sword spirit in the scabbard suddenly didn't want to struggle anymore.

What kind of good person can its owner be?

As the two talked, the music of the banquet gradually slowed down. After three rounds of wine, they took a short break. The maid pulled back the bed sheet and lit the red candles so that the tired guests could lie down and rest for a while, or close the window to drink at night.

Du Xinghe discovered that apart from a slight weirdness, the middle-aged monk was no different from an ordinary person - if she wanted to, she could easily please him in conversation, and she could make him smile with just a few words.

While she was listening, she was also observing the situation around her.

Soon, she discovered that the servants coming and going around her all had the same faces as the servants in the mansion.

I'm afraid this middle-aged monk is the previous owner of the contract book.

The only person who was busy running errands beside him was not dressed as a servant, but was wearing a green Taoist robe made of fine material and tailored to fit him perfectly. She pretended to mention it casually: "Is this the disciple of the eldest brother? His clothes are different from others."

"Him? I said I didn't want him, but he insisted on staying here, so I just let him do some work."

When mentioning the green-robed follower, the middle-aged monk showed a bit of annoyance on his face.

Du Xinghe was curious: "We just met for the first time, and even I can stay, why can't he?"

The middle-aged monk sighed and said regretfully:

"When I was in the Five Elements Sect, I made the most friends with talisman cultivators. Even though I was expelled from the sect, there were still many fellow disciples who were willing to believe in me and seek refuge with me... I really don't lack talisman cultivators, but I really need talented sword cultivators like you."

Hearing this, the green-robed follower raised his head and looked at Du Xinghe with eyes full of resentment.

It was as if she had taken away his chance.

But Du Xinghe turned around, his eyes were like knives, piercing him painfully.

Just when he thought she was glaring at him, she raised her thin lips slightly, with a smile that was half smug and half gloating: "You really don't need so many talismans to cultivate. Big brother, you really have good vision. In the future in Baiyujing, I will be your guard."

After Du Xinghe finished speaking, he glanced at the Taoist in green robe.

That look, that expression, is so infuriating.

——Even though she didn't know the reason, she was not reluctant to return the malice directed at her by others.

A good memory must be used in cultivation, and small grudges can be avenged on the spot.

The Taoist priest in green robe was obviously older and more experienced than her. She didn't expect that there was such an unrefined young man. She almost choked on a mouthful of blood. Du Xinghe admired his embarrassment for a few more times, but saw something in his face.

The appearance of this Taoist in green robe looked somewhat familiar. Du Xinghe seemed to have seen him somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where for a while.

"What's so special about him that makes you keep watching him?" asked the middle-aged monk.

"It's just that he doesn't seem convinced."

Du Xinghe made up an excuse: "He must be holding a grudge against you, big brother. He is such a narrow-minded person. Even if you make an exception and bring him along, he will just pretend to please you and seek revenge in the future."

Even if it was a random excuse, he still didn't forget to trick him.

"You! How can you slander someone's innocence out of thin air? It's obvious that you have ulterior motives and want to alienate me and the Venerable."

The Taoist in green robe was furious.

Du Xinghe still couldn't remember who he looked like, so he had to look away regretfully.

The moment she turned her face away, the icicles came towards her with lightning.

when!
With an extremely sharp friction sound, the ice cone was blocked by the scabbard of the heavy sword, and the lightning was eliminated without a trace.

Just as Du Xinghe was about to draw his sword to fight, he saw the green-robed Taoist who had injured him collapse on the ground, panting like a dead dog and sweating profusely. In the blink of an eye, large areas of black permeated his dark green Taoist robe, and thousands of pores gushed out oil at the same time, like someone spitting and sticking a passing ant to the ground, unable to move.

"We are a big family, don't break the rules."

Following the middle-aged monk's plain words, the surrounding music suddenly stopped, and it was so quiet that even the sound of the wind could not be heard.

After all, how could there be wind in the portrait?
"Why do you have a sword in your hand?"

The middle-aged monk turned to her and asked.

As soon as the question was asked, all the servants and guests around turned around at the same time.

Their faces also changed, from lively and peaceful faces to faces drawn with detailed brushwork, and the colorful and soft clothes on their bodies turned into paper wrinkles!
Du Xinghe guessed that not to engage in physical conflict was the rule of the world in the painting.

It was eerily quiet.

Du Xinghe smiled again: "As a sword cultivator, it is reasonable for me to hold a sword and perform a sword dance as an entertainment program for the banquet."

The Taoist in green robe who was lying on the ground vomited blood again after hearing this.

"Sword dance?" The middle-aged monk's expression returned to normal: "I would like to see it."

After all, he had been trying to survive in the palace in his previous life, so Du Xinghe knew all kinds of dances, and he danced them all well.

Sword dance is one of the most impressive ones.

The music started again, and as Du Xinghe finished his sword dance, the faces returned to normal.

"Very good dancing."

The middle-aged monk clapped lightly, his words full of pure admiration.

The other guests echoed him, and no one paid any attention to the Taoist priest in green robe on the ground.

He counted with his fingers and showed a look of joy: "The time has come, the door will open soon, everyone please follow me."

Du Xinghe naturally followed.

"Take... take me with you..."

The corner of her robe was tugged. Du Xinghe glanced at the ground and saw the Taoist in green robe who was trapped on the ground by the black sticky substance reaching out his hand, trying to ask her for help. Where was the dignity that he had just used to sneak attack her with a talisman when they had a disagreement?

Du Xinghe retracted his gaze, looked straight ahead, raised his foot and stepped on his hand without changing his expression.

"Why did you stop?"

A guest turned back.

Du Xinghe laughed: "I didn't look at the road when I was walking, and I think I stepped in dog poop."

“Shit?”

The man looked hesitantly at her feet and clearly saw a big hand being stepped on under her shoe.

"It's okay. I'll be there soon."

Du Xinghe rolled on it with the tip of his shoe, and only took a step forward after hearing the sound of broken bones.

Seeing that she had caught up with the main group, the man did not pursue the matter any further.

Only the Taoist priest in green robe was left on the ground, almost fainting.

"Bitch...you, you will die a miserable death..."

……

"Ascension, ascension, Pingyun Continent has been blinded by these two words. Is going to the sky a better place? A cultivator in the foundation-building stage can fly straight up using a flying magic tool. Going to the sky is difficult for mortals, but for us cultivators, the sky is no longer a mysterious existence."

The middle-aged monk was talking to everyone as he walked.

"It's ridiculous that the first thing a mortal does after joining a sect to refine his Qi and build his foundation is to want to fly on a sword. I am studying the art of escaping underground in the Five Elements Sect..."

According to him, the four gates leading to Baiyujing are guarded by extraordinary masters of the heavenly realm. And he wants to open a backdoor in the heavenly realm by refining weapons...

"So the door I refined has to be smaller and a little off to the side."

The middle-aged cultivator quickened his pace and came to the depths of the inner courtyard of Liuyang Mansion.

Du Xinghe had never entered the inner courtyard in reality, but he had already taken a glimpse of the inside through the canvas.

The light around them dimmed, and there were strange visions everywhere emitting a strange smell.

The eaves were twisted, and behind the paper window was a slender figure talking and laughing loudly. Du Xinghe just listened for a while and her stomach churned, so she had to turn her attention back to the middle-aged monk.

She turned around and saw that the eaves had turned into a bloated belly, about to fall over a guest's head. She couldn't help but ask, "Can't you feel anything on your head?"

"What does it feel like?"

The guest asked back, and followed her line of sight upwards to grab a handful.

His fingers sank into the soft eaves, and were quickly bounced away: "There's nothing."

The guests were puzzled.

Du Xinghe remained silent. Was she the only one who saw the strange scene in the room in the inner courtyard?

"Everyone!"

The middle-aged monk's loud shout interrupted the guest's questioning of Du Xinghe.

"This is the fifth door I refined that leads to Baiyujing."

On the canvas, the door they queued to enter looked quite imposing.

But the door in front of the middle-aged monk is a bit of an exaggeration to call it a door.

It's a dog hole at best.

He wanted to take a shortcut and exploit the loophole in the heavens. If he didn't go through the four gates of the east, south, west, and north to reach Baiyujing, wouldn't he have to go through a dog hole? Everyone had no objection to this. The Taoist in green robe who broke free from the sticky liquid and followed up with a staggering look even had a strong desire in his eyes when he looked at the dog hole door.

Only Du Xinghe's pupils constricted and he swallowed hard.

She didn't see the door.

Hanging above the pool, what the middle-aged monk proudly introduced was clearly a mass of indescribable gelatinous substance. It was a flowing flesh-gray color all over. Sometimes the flesh-colored part was more, and sometimes it was so gray that it almost looked like a mass of plaster.

It has a pair of round black eyes and a purple-red mouth that is moving.

Its appearance reminded Du Xinghe of the blobfish, which was voted the ugliest animal in the world. It had no bones or muscles in its body to support its decent shape, and its soft, gel-like flesh was only covered by loose skin.

I heard that the blobfish itself is not so ugly.

It's just that the blobfish, which has lived in the deep sea for many years, was suddenly brought to the surface of the water. The change in pressure around it caused its body to swell rapidly. In extreme pain, it became unrecognizable and extremely ugly.

It is said that there is a difference between immortals and mortals.

So for mortals, or even ordinary cultivators, is heaven really such a wonderful existence?

Du Xinghe was still immersed in the shock of "this thing can also knock on the door?", when the middle-aged monk had already taken the lead and was about to be the first to enter the door. "Why don't you try it on others first?" Du Xinghe was surprised.

The middle-aged cultivator looked at her fearfully and said, "I worked so hard to refine this door, so of course I will be the first to ascend to the immortal level. Don't be anxious, just come one by one."

Du Xinghe was not anxious, she just felt that this man was too open-minded.

If she tries to cook a new dish, such as stir-fried bitter melon with pineapple, even if she believes that it will most likely be delicious, she will first get some ginseng water to test the dish. Only after she makes sure that it is edible and delicious will she put it into her mouth.

This is the spirit of moving forward without saying a word, it’s bright!
At some point, the ink wrapped around the scabbard dissipated, and the sword spirit finally spoke: [Are you still not leaving? The atmosphere around us is so wrong! ]

Du Xinghe: [I'm so curious, I really want to see how he uses this thing to get in. ]

[What's so curious about this?] The sword spirit was puzzled: [The door is a little small, you can get in even if you bend your body and bend your back.]

Du Xinghe stared at the blobfish for a moment and felt that the sword spirit, as a sword, was too lenient in its definition of door.

The blobfish squirmed forward, howling as if it was enduring pain.

The middle-aged monk seemed to ignore this and reached out to grab its forehead. His five fingers sank into the soft flesh. The gelatinous flesh overflowed from between his fingers, causing it to scream even louder.

"Open the door!"

He shouted loudly and pried open the blobfish's mouth.

It was called a mouth, but there were no teeth inside it, and the scene inside the mouth was completely blocked by the broad back of the middle-aged monk. Du Xinghe adjusted her melon-eating position, but was immediately misunderstood by other guests who were eager to become immortals as wanting to cut in line, and they pushed her back to her original position.

One of the guests who couldn't hold back asked loudly: "Venerable, what is the scenery of the heaven behind the door like?"

"Tell us about it, too!"

"Don't worry!"

The middle-aged cultivator panted heavily, his voice full of excitement: "I saw the immortals in the sky holding a banquet. The spiritual peaches in their hands are full of spiritual energy. Just taking a bite can increase your cultivation by ten thousand years!"

"Ten thousand years? Isn't that too much of an exaggeration?"

The middle-aged monk retorted: "The immortals in heaven have an infinite lifespan, so what is a mere ten thousand years?"

He lowered his body and tried to squeeze through.

Looking back over the past thousands of years, whether in any novels or ancient books, or even in film and television works, attaining enlightenment and ascending to heaven is such a glorious and cool thing. However, this cultivator had to crouch down like crawling through a dog hole to enter the heaven he had always dreamed of.

Become an immortal, become an immortal!
In a flash, the green-robed Taoist who was following behind with a stagger suddenly burst out with powerful spiritual power, and actually bet on a precious magic weapon that Du Xinghe could not understand, and burned his heart and blood. He rushed to the side of the middle-aged monk, pushed him away, and rolled into the mouth of the blobfish!

The green-robed monk rushed in too violently and hit the boy's tonsils, causing a concussion.

Du Xinghe actually tasted the meaning of "I feel like vomiting" from the expression of that lump of indescribable glue.

Anyone who has ever been induced to vomit knows that before vomiting, there is a twitch similar to swallowing.

With just this twitch, he actually swallowed the Taoist priest in green robe.

"How dare you, Shuzi!!"

The middle-aged monk was so angry that his eyes turned red.

The Taoist in green robe laughed heartily: "Old Taoist, if you hadn't brought me along, wouldn't I have come here by myself? I want to become an immortal before you, and wait for you in Baiyujing..."

Hearing this, the middle-aged monk could no longer endure it, and with his hands, he stretched the mouth of the blobfish as wide as possible, enough for a 1.5-meter-tall person to pass through upright!

It was also at this time that Du Xinghe truly saw the scene behind the door.

She did not see the gathering of immortals, nor did she see the magical peach that could increase one's cultivation by ten thousand years with just one bite.

She saw——

……

How long does it take for an image projected on the retina to be transmitted to the brain?

In less than a moment, the Taoist in green robe expanded all over, filling the door. Only through the green robe that was torn into rags could one vaguely recognize the original person.

Du Xinghe only took a glance at the scenery behind the door.

Maybe it wasn't even a glance. In just that ten-millionth of a second, her five golden cores shone brightly. The scorpion tail with purple light stood upright behind her, and instinctively pierced her neck, injecting venom that stabilized her heartbeat.

Du Xinghe was like a computer that was originally used only to play 4399 games, but suddenly it opened a hundred 3A masterpieces at the same time and rendered tens of thousands of drawings at the same time, causing it to be overloaded.

Most of the monks will faint at this time.

But she didn't faint.

Having experienced many fast travels, her brain capacity is comparable to that of an immortal. She can handle the amount of information and understand everything, but she cannot express it in words, and she cannot even reorganize it in her mind. It is beyond her cognitive ability.

At the same time, Du Xinghe also understood why what the other guests and even the sword spirit saw was different from what she saw.

Her purple eyes can see through falsehood and see the truth.

Or even another dimension of reality.

Everything around her collapsed and distorted in an instant. She drew out her light sword, and on the bright sword she saw the ore spirit that had been left in the secret place in the form of a ore vein. Its past, present, and even future...

The two men wrestled in the mouth of the blobfish. The middle-aged monk was filled with hatred and while trying to get inside, he grabbed the green-robed Taoist's swollen foot and pulled it out.

After all, the middle-aged cultivator was stronger. With a scream like a pig being slaughtered, the Taoist in green robe, who had swollen into a monster, was pulled out and fell to the ground.

As for his appearance?

Just soaking in water for ten days would not produce a body in this state. It would take someone being thrown into the sea ten thousand meters deep and then pulled to the surface within a minute to become the person he is now.

"You want to become an immortal before me? Dream on!" The middle-aged monk laughed and dived into the mouth of the blobfish. No one interrupted him, and he went through it very smoothly.

Other guests also ascended to heaven one after another.

Du Xinghe is the last one.

"Why don't you come soon?"

The guest who stepped into the mouth of the blobfish turned around and asked her.

She pressed her temples, swayed her body on the spot, drew her sword and thrust it forward into the air.

It was an ordinary sword strike, clearly slashing at the air, but the sound of paper being torn rang in my ears.

Hiss.

In the past, only Zi Mou could break through falsehood, but now the sword she swung could even break through space.

No illusion could trap her anymore.

……

At the same time, the corridor leading to the inner courtyard.

Seeing that Du Xinghe was taking a long time to catch up, Yun Yongyi was about to turn back impatiently to urge her again, but he found that she had fallen to the ground and covered her mouth.

Based on the most basic moral principles, he stepped forward and helped her up: "Your injury just now is not fully healed?"

Du Xinghe shook his head.

Yun Yongyi was just about to ask her what was wrong when he noticed a combustion talisman on the wall that was about to be activated. He was immediately shocked: "Even if you don't like this painting, there is no need to burn it." He took off the talisman and interrupted the spell circuit on it.

This was pasted on by Du Xinghe just before he was dragged into the painting.

If you want to trap her, then don't live!
"fine."

After Du Xinghe recovered, he raised his head.

Yun Yongyi originally wanted to help her up, and at this time he was supporting her arm, and the two were quite close to each other.

"…Why are you staring at me?"

Yun Yongyi felt uncomfortable being stared at and shook off her hand.

Du Xinghe: "I remember now."

The Taoist in green robe who looked very familiar looked very similar to Yun Yongyi.

"What do you remember?"

Yun Yongyi guessed that it would not be a good thing.

But after she finished speaking, she replied calmly: "I don't remember it again."

It's really infuriating.

Yun Yongyi was furious: "Even if you act stupid and crazy here, you have to follow me into the inner courtyard. This has been agreed upon long ago!"

In his opinion, her weird behavior was nothing more than stage fright and she was afraid to go in.

No, he had promised his brother that he must bring this swordsman in!

Even if he has to use tough measures, he will bring the person in!
Yun Yongyi was waiting for her to refuse, but he heard the swordsman nod: "Of course I will go in."

After that, she walked past him and went forward.

Walking quite fast.

Yun Yongyi was stunned for a moment, and she was about to turn the corner and step into the inner courtyard.

"……Neuropathy!"

He could only curse and follow in panic.

The second time he came to the inner courtyard, Du Xinghe was fully prepared, but he did not see the previous vision. The eaves did not come alive, and stayed where they should be. The bright moonlight shone down, making the water in the pool glow white.

Du Xinghe's two swords are ready to go, ready to fight the enemy at any time.

Even his standing posture was slightly sideways.

She didn't want to leave her entire back to Yun Yongyi.

Du Xinghe originally did not have much trust in this disciple of the Five Elements Sect. After discovering that he had a face very similar to the Taoist in green robe, his vigilance increased from 5 points to 10 points. He even began to consider killing the wrong person rather than letting him go.

Just as she was observing her surroundings, a dry, hoarse voice sounded from the direction of the pool.

"Great, great, finally I've waited for a swordsman to come in... I've been waiting for such a long time..."

The voice was filled with sadness and excitement.

Because Du Xinghe had been brought into the inner courtyard by a middle-aged monk, she had a preconceived impression of the environment of the inner courtyard and therefore misjudged some places.

For example, there was no water in what she thought was a pool.

Reflecting the moonlight was a mass of gelatinous substance that was creating ripples because of talking. It looked exactly like a blobfish, but was much larger. It fit perfectly into the pond, reminding people of the fake water slime that was very popular among girls.

As it began to speak, the gelatinous substance also grew a face.

Sure enough, it was the face of the Taoist priest in green robe.

"elder brother!"

A very painful cry came from Du Xinghe's side. Yun Yongyi jumped over her and rushed to the front of the pool: "Brother, how did you become like this? Was it the evil spirit of Liuyang Pool that corrupted you? There must be a way to change you back to normal. Brother, I will take you out now, and we will ask the sect master for help..."

Even when facing this group of monsters, Yun Yongyi's words were filled with concern and sorrow for his brother.

In a flash, a long crack appeared in the gray-white gelatinous mass in the middle of the pool, and countless pale hands emerged from it, grabbing Yun Yongyi's shoulders, head, hands, and even hugging his waist, pulling him in.

"Brother? Brother?"

He only had time to utter two confused questions before he was swallowed.

Du Xinghe, who witnessed everything, said: "He still calls you brother, and you still want to eat him. You have such a cruel heart."

The Taoist in green robe asked back: "It may not be me who killed him. The sword you just slashed at his back could also kill him."

——After seeing the two people recognizing each other as relatives, Du Xinghe guessed that Yun Yongyi was an enemy rather than a friend.

Since he is an enemy, there is no need to talk so much.

Of course, the idea was to take advantage of the touching moment when the brothers recognized each other and attack him by surprise.

I just didn't expect that it would be my own eldest brother who would be so ruthless.

Du Xinghe chuckled: "You killed your own brother, I killed a sinister villain, you are killing your brothers, I am enforcing justice."

After hearing this, the face on the lump of gelatin in front of him actually shed tears. It cried with real emotion and sorrow, and tears as big as beans slid down its fat and swollen body.

"You killed my brother, I want to avenge him."

The Taoist in green robe said sadly.

"When it comes to making specious arguments, you are quite advanced."

Du Xinghe drew his sword.

When I was writing this chapter, I thought I didn’t want to make it so disgusting. Could I work on the words? Instead of using the blobfish, would it be cuter if I used “glutinous rice dumplings” or “glutinous rice dumplings”? Is this still a glutinous rice dumpling? I asked a friend, and he said, “If you want to be disgusting, just be disgusting, don’t waste food…” Me: “Okay”