Chapter 56: Record of Hundred Immortals

Chen Luo stood up, took the book, glanced at it, and found the title of the book written in small seal script: Records of a Hundred Immortals.

"Baixian? Isn't that Baixian?"

A thought flashed through Chen Luo's mind, but his expression did not change.

"This Record of a Hundred Immortals is the inheritance I obtained in the Zibai Immortal Cave." Looking at the book in Chen Luo's hand, a trace of reluctance flashed in Zhenren Changqing's eyes.

"The book records the experiences of a total of one hundred immortals, most of which are descriptions of their lives and are of little value. Only a few of them talk about the methods of cultivation. The art of 'immortal writing' that I taught you was extracted from the lives of these few people. In addition, there are more profound things in the book. What you can understand depends entirely on you."

"There are also Qi Refining Methods?"

Chen Luo instantly perked up.

During these three months, he had been wanting to learn the Qi Refining Method, but Chang Qing Zhenren refused to teach him. He only told him that if he could not learn the immortal text in three months, it would be useless for him to learn the Qi Refining Method. Chen Luo had originally given up hope, but he did not expect that Chang Qing Zhenren would suddenly give him the technique today.

"have."

Master Changqing smiled.

He naturally knew what this disciple wanted to learn. But rules are rules. Since he became the successor of Baixian Cave, he must abide by the rules of Baixian Cave. Even if he is the only successor of Baixian Cave in this land.

"Thank you, teacher."

Chen Luo put the book away, feeling very excited.

"Practice well, and don't forget your preaching tomorrow."

After giving some instructions, Master Changqing ordered them to leave.

He is going to go into seclusion.

"Disciple will take his leave first."

Chen Luo stood up, bowed, then turned and left the valley.

We walked through the mountain path and returned to the bamboo forest behind the study.

Chen Luo's appearance immediately attracted the attention of all the disciples. These people were all registered disciples who had passed the Bamboo Gate assessment. Outside, each of them was a noble and powerful person, and there might even be princes and princesses among them, but in this bamboo forest, they were just ordinary disciples. When everyone saw Chen Luo, they would consciously lower their heads and spontaneously stand up to salute him.

"Hello, Senior Brother."

It is no secret that Chen Luo was accepted as a direct disciple by Master Changqing.

Compared with the disciples of immortals, their noble status outside was nothing. Even Tian Yonglu, who had come in with Chen Luo, was now standing cautiously on the periphery, and his former arrogance was long gone.

During the time he spent studying in the bamboo forest, he suffered a great blow.

The things taught in the bamboo forest were very profound, and his qualifications made it difficult for him to even keep up, let alone pass the test and become a true disciple of the 'immortal'.

Every time he saw Chen Luo, a thought would subconsciously flash through his mind.

'This is a true genius. I am just a mediocre person who is slightly better than an ordinary person.'

"The teacher is in seclusion, so I will be the one to teach you the rest of the lessons."

After saying this, Chen Luo left.

"The teacher is in seclusion?!"

"Although Senior Brother Chen is a genius, he has only been practicing for a short time."

There were bursts of discussion coming from behind, but Chen Luo didn't know what they were discussing, because he had already left the bamboo gate and returned to the Huwei Escort Agency.

When he arrived at the entrance of the escort agency, Ruan Xiaohu, who was eating on the steps at the entrance, immediately waved and greeted him.

"Brother, are you back from cultivating immortals?"

Ruan Xiaohu was eating while talking. There were grains of rice on his little face. Combined with the small tuft of hair on top of his head, he looked extremely cute.

"yes."

After touching Xiaohu's head, Chen Luo went straight back to the room.

Ever since he became Changqing Zhenren's apprentice, he has become the most honorable person in the Huwei Escort Agency. Now the yard where he lives is cleaned by a special person, and no one is allowed to enter without permission.

In order to please his nephew, uncle Ruan Jianglong has completely lost his dignity.

He let his son sit at the door every day to get close to Chen Luo, so that when Chen Luo becomes an immortal in the future, he can help them.

Returning to the yard, Chen Luo closed the door casually.

He went to the table and placed the "Record of a Hundred Immortals" given to him by Zhenren Changqing on the table, then opened it carefully.

I don't know what material the book is made of, but I can actually feel a hint of warmth when I touch it.

Turning to the first page, Chen Luo saw a big word "仙". This font is also a Zuanti font, which is one of the knowledge taught by Changqing Zhenren. With more than a hundred brains to help, Chen Luo naturally learned it a long time ago.

After turning over the word "Xian" on the sub-page, the real content begins on the third page.

The content of the book is just as its name suggests, it truly records the deeds of one hundred "immortals".

The first immortal mentioned was named "Zuo Meng", a master who attained enlightenment in a dream. His life experiences were like a dream, which made Chen Luo dizzy after reading it. He didn't get any valuable content until the end.

'The records are in disarray and worthless.'

"He must have been drunk!"

The more than one hundred brains in his mind felt similarly.

"There are problems with the people in this book. Many key parts are like fog. I forget them after reading them. I cannot remember them or describe them." A thought suddenly appeared in Chen Luo's mind.

It is the brain of an ordinary quack with no qualifications.

This brain usually performs very mediocrely and there is nothing outstanding about it. However, when I read the "Record of a Hundred Immortals" today, I saw different results.

Every flower in bloom is different.

This is how Chen Luo feels now.

After he wrote down the feedback from the 'brain', he turned to page 4.

As he flipped through the pages, the power of the book slowly dissipated. The candlelight on the table became dim, and it seemed as if there were words floating in the room, but when he looked closely, there was nothing.

The content of the fourth page is the same as the previous one, telling about another "immortal". This immortal is called "Wu Chong" and he is actually a gang bandit.

Page 5 and Page 6.

Chen Luo flipped through the pages one by one, and time passed silently outside.

The crescent moon hangs high in the sky, and the stars are twinkling.

Squeak

The wooden window suddenly shook and a gust of wind blew in from outside.

The "Record of One Hundred Immortals" that Chen Luo had placed on the table was flipped rapidly by the wind, and between the jumping pages, it seemed as if a hazy "immortal" walked out of the book.

This immortal has long hair and a green robe, and has an otherworldly aura, just like the person in the painting.

He stood in front of the book, looked Chen Luo up and down, then suddenly smiled and said something.

“It’s OK.”

After he finished speaking, Chen Luo felt a flash before his eyes, and his whole body flew out of the house as if his soul had left his body.

Looking up, there is a fairy mountain covered in clouds and mist in front of us.

A huge white dragon was circling the fairy mountain, with clouds and mist under its feet. When the clouds and mist dispersed, it had appeared in a fairy temple.

Just look at the 'green-robed immortal' waving at the jade tablet on the immortal mountain.

There is an extra row of small words on it.

'The 39th generation disciple of Baixian Cave - Chen Luo.'

boom!!

White light flowed, and Chen Luo woke up suddenly.

He stood up from the table and looked around, and found that he was still in the room. The wooden window next to him was creaking non-stop. On the table, the oil lamp was flickering quietly. Below, the Record of Hundred Immortals was held in his hand. The unfolded page recorded the life of the White Immortal Qing Yi.

(End of this chapter)