Record of becoming an immortal… ?

Qi Wuhuo saw words written on the yellowed paper. The handwriting was sharp. Even though the handwriting was a little blurry, one could still see the young man's spirit and high spirits. Looking at it carefully, he found that this was just a record of spiritual practice. Not only did it contain the key points of each step of the practice, but the practitioners' experiences were also written down in detail next to it, which was of great benefit to Qi Wuhuo.

In addition, there is also the record of one's own life.

"July 13th, sunny, I have successfully cultivated my Qi. At the age of 13, I have achieved great vitality. I am considered a genius!"

"Father, grandfather, neither is as good as me!"

"Holding a sword and looking down upon the world, ha, who can be as elegant as me?!"

"Ha, I should use the time I spent practicing as a guide to record my ascension to immortality and pass it on to future generations. The younger generation of disciples should be proud of it."

"Let's call it, Record of Becoming Immortal!"

This line of text was calm and unrestrained, full of vigor and vitality, which made Qi Wuhuo couldn't help but smile.

Immediately, he thought of Tan Tai Xuan's behavior and frowned slightly.

Could this book be the cultivation record he obtained after killing some young cultivator?

Is he the original owner of the [Mingzhen Daomeng] badge?

On the second page, a few simple spells were recorded, still from the young man's notes: "When the cultivator's vital energy has not yet merged with the vital essence, the vital energy cannot leave the body, so it is impossible to cast spells. However, cultivators at this stage can also perform abilities similar to supernatural powers by preparing the altar."

“So they can also be called Taoist priests to prove that they are no longer ordinary people.”

Fu added, "The old man beat me up yesterday. When he gets old, I'll feed him the worst tasting medicine. Ha, no sugar allowed!"

The back was erased, as if he was beaten on the head by his elders, leaving traces of the boy's facial outline on the white paper.

Then added:

"If you get beaten, you can get a piece of candy."

Qi Wuhuo couldn't help but smile.

After taking a look, the ritual-type supernatural powers recorded on this page are [Blood-stopping Mantra], [Evil-collecting Method], [Hidden Body Method]

Afterwards, it records in detail how to circulate the vital energy, how to step on the magic circles and how to perform these spells at the level of refining the vital essence.

After reading it, Qi Wuhuo had some insights.

The following part says that the young man was forced to work by his parents.

Finally he got so angry that he jumped up and down.

"Grind tofu, grind tofu, grind your uncle's [crossed out] tofu!"

"I am a swordsman, a swordsman, not a tofu grinder!"

"Damn old man, how can you talk about leaving the world without entering it?! What a joke, what a joke!"

"Who enters the world to grind tofu every day?"

"It smells very strong of beans, woooooo..."

"My white clothes fluttering with the sword of an immortal, my face! Am I just going to wear clothes, carry a sword, and grind tofu?"

"No, no, I'm a genius! I want to create a magical power to grind tofu!"

“It’s decided!”

"I'm a genius!"

Qi Wuhuo seemed to see a person of his own age carrying a sword, squatting there gritting his teeth, and then standing up to grind tofu. The white clothes he had just bought from the young hero were all full of bean smell. He was so angry that he wanted to cry but had no tears, and finally he was so angry that he went to create a spell.

Qi Wuhuo then turned to the back and was stunned to see the words written stroke by stroke on the back:

【Tofu Pushing Mantra】

The name is plain and simple, and the mnemonic is so casual and natural that it makes people laugh, which shows that it was deliberately created by a playful teenager.

The mantra goes: One, two, three, four, five, the ancestors, the five gods of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, the disciples recite the mantra in their hearts.

When cooking beans and bean pods, the beans cry in the pot. They are from the same root, so why are they so anxious to hurt each other? If it is not clear, then it is not clear. If it is not successful, then it will not succeed.

Turn the pulp into a basin of water, and it will work immediately!

"Really?"

Not only that, there is also the [Pig Killing Spell], the reason being that it is too embarrassing for a dignified swordsman to kill a pig.

I was hit head-on by a wild boar on the stomach and rolled around on the ground in pain. It was so embarrassing.

So create the mantra!

Of course, the one who had a stomachache after being hit by the wild boar was not this sword master!

There is a [Spell for Cooking Wine and Meat] - the reason is that the food I cooked was so bad that I vomited.

There is a [Spell to Repel Pranks] - specially used by childhood sweethearts to make trouble in the bridal chamber.

There is the [Bone-Dissolving Needle Swallowing Method] - a northern monk, his throat got stuck when he ate fish for the first time, and he felt uncomfortable drinking vinegar, so he created a spell!

Turning the pages, Qi Wuhuo seemed to see a young man laughing, scolding, and being unruly. He was full of vigor and vitality, practicing, living, and practicing sword. At the age of thirteen, he had mastered the art of qi cultivation, at the age of seventeen, he had developed the sword intent, and at the age of twenty-one, he had the innate qi, and he claimed to be the best in the world. All his inheritance, methods, and magical powers of practice were recorded in detail.

Qi Wuhuo looked at it slowly, and felt something vaguely, so he wrote down all the methods of these magical powers.

There are chapters on swordsmanship, miscellaneous chapters, exorcism, medical skills, fortune-telling, and talismans.

I just wrote down a method of using one's own vital energy to regulate other people's bodies.

In order to achieve the effect of [strengthening the righteousness and expelling evil], when he turned the page again, he was slightly stunned.

"Eighteen years later, Zong Wei is getting married today."

"I know that the one she loves in her heart is me."

"But I only wanted the Tao in my heart, and nothing else. I saw her marrying someone else on the mountaintop in the rain, and then she turned and left."

"Travel around the world, seek teachers and learn the truth, cultivate your nature and life."

"July of the thirty-first year——"

"I passed by a secluded temple and saw demons and ghosts running rampant. I killed them with my sword. There was a tree demon that was quite skilled."

"I chased them for a hundred miles with my sword, killed a total of 131 demons, had dozens of wounds on my body, and saved 13 people."

"At sunrise, I drank and got drunk while looking at the purple clouds in the sky. It was so refreshing!"

"August of the thirty-sixth year—"

"It is difficult to travel, and when we see a severe drought, we bring water here to save the world and the people."

"Buy a pot of wine and leave calmly."

"June of the forty-first year——"

"I encountered an evil cultivator who was cultivating his magic by killing people. I was furious and chased him with a sword. I severely injured him and killed him, reducing my lifespan by thirteen years."

"That person said, I will also fall into this path one day."

"Ha, what a joke, what a joke! As monks, we should be like swords, and have no regrets in our conscience. If that day comes, we might as well kill ourselves with the sword!"

"How dare you disturb my mind."

"Everyone has the right to kill the evil demons and heretics!"

"Fifty years—"

"I failed to break through. Ha, no problem. I'll put aside my training today and go drink some wine!"

"Fifty-one years—"

"The breakthrough failed... That's all, that's all."

"Fifty-three years—"

"Breakthrough failed."

"Sixty years - back home."

"Zong Wei is dead. I saw her body being carried away in front of me."

"My heart ached, I was lost and confused, and I walked up the mountain again."

"Here I saw her get married, here I saw her die, here I saw her life."

"That night I drank alone and got drunk. In my dream, I seemed to see myself and her when we were young. I felt melancholy. When I woke up, I was still confused. Should I have faced my true heart and taken her away? My life of cultivation has been in vain."

"Did I do something wrong?"

When Qi Wuhuo flipped through the pages, he realized that the once young and rebellious swordsman had experienced too much and had seen his good friends die one by one. No matter how he practiced, he was always one step short, always one step short. This was true for the sixtieth, seventieth, and eightieth years. Finally, when he read the hundredth year of practice, Qi Wuhuo saw that the text had already reached the point of confusion and madness.

"Failed again! Failed again! Failed again!"

"Could it be that I lost my foundation when I was fighting with others when I was young?! If I had known earlier, I would have known..."

"I shouldn't have saved those people!"

"Just watch them die, die, die!"

"The 110th year."

“Failure, failure, failure, failure!!”

"Year 117."

"Try to refine the Blood Demon Pill. I just borrowed some human blood. It won't affect their lifespans. No."

“It’s useful, it’s useful…hahahaha, it’s useful, it’s useful!”

"I feel my roots coming back a little bit. My vitality is boiling, boiling!"

"There is a chance, there is a chance, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

Qi Wuhuo looked at this page and he already knew who this book belonged to.

He seemed to take a deep breath, and then quickly turned to the back, and saw those words like knives, recording the young and high-spirited people who fell into the quagmire step by step. First, they took people's blood as medicine, then they took people's lifespan, and finally they took people's lifespan. Their personalities also gradually changed, gradually becoming crazy and cautious. They would do anything to live longer. Finally, Qi Wuhuo saw the last record on the last page -

"Spring of the One Hundred and Thirty-First Year."

"Zong Wei's grandson also passed away."

"My hometown really has no meaning to me anymore. I am like a drifting dandelion, or a termite in the universe. Everything in the world seems to have no connection with me anymore. My relatives and friends have all passed away, and I feel sad."

"I drank and got drunk. When I was walking alone at night, I saw a river passing by. My lips were dry and I wanted to drink some water to moisten my throat."

"The moonlight is very bright tonight. I lowered my head and was suddenly stunned."

"The reflection in the water under the moonlight seemed to be me, but also seemed not to be me... It was the appearance of a young man, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, staring at me angrily. It looked like my appearance when I was young, and it seemed that he wanted to draw his sword to kill me. I was stunned, and the murderous aura was so strong that I sat down on the ground. I didn't know why, but I was enraged."

"I called out the sword box and chopped the water into pieces. I gasped for breath, but I seemed to be able to see the younger me standing in the mist, looking at me. It seemed very far away, but also very close."

"His eyes are so bright, I hate them."

"He said, [Evil demons and heretics should be killed!]"

"I went back, and ever since then, the sword I used when I was young, for some reason, would hiss in the night."

“It’s an ominous sword.”

"I'm probably going to die..."

"I wanted to smash it, but I couldn't. I used countless red ropes to lock it up, and also locked up 'myself'."

"I want immortality."