"That's right. Don't act like a lofty master."
Zhao Han retracted his right foot, and his face returned to its previous expression. The slight disharmony in his mind also faded away. His memory was not wrong, it was just that this guy liked to put on airs.
"Ling Shan and Lin Jian are both in seclusion in Tianbao Pavilion in the west of the city."
After receiving the money, Ji Chang got up from the ground.
He circulated his demonic power twice, quickly dissolving the stagnant qi in his body. Although he was still a little angry and unhappy in his heart, he suppressed his anger after seeing the banknote. He remembered that this was the rule he set, to get paid for doing things.
"Tianbao Pavilion?"
Zhao Han recalled and found that he didn't know this place.
Not only Tianbao Pavilion, he had no impression of the city where Xijian Hall was located, and had no memory of this place at all. A sense of disobedience came over him, and he always felt that something was wrong.
“This is a map to Tianbao Pavilion. You have practiced outside before, so it is normal that you don’t know the environment in the city.”
The sword-washing Taoist Ji Chang waved his demonic energy, took out a piece of animal skin drawing from the cabinet next to him, and handed it to Zhao Han.
I see.
Looking at the map handed over by his master Ji Chang, Zhao Han understood the reason.
It turns out that I had always been practicing outside.
Taoist Xijian also found it very strange, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that there was nothing wrong.
"Strange, why did all the other disciples practice in the hall for a period of time, but Zhao Han didn't? Could it be that I have other purposes?" Following this line of thought, Ji Chang suddenly discovered new fragments of memory.
Young Master!
Yes, I plan to train Zhao Han to be the young master. Because of this idea, I deliberately sent him out to gain experience.
Ji Chang suddenly realized and felt that he understood everything.
But soon, new problems emerged.
Chen Luo sighed.
Since Zhao Han entered the Sword Washing Hall, problems have been popping up constantly. If this trend continues, it is only a matter of time before Zhao Han goes crazy. Writing a life is a bit beyond the scope of the program. Perhaps you need to reach the level of Ge Xian and use the law of fate to guide all living beings to perfectly make up for the missing 7%.
After modifying the Sword-Washing Taoist Ji Chang, Chen Luo simply flew out of Zhao Han again and modified the group of disciples who were still practicing outside.
In this way, all problems are solved.
At least in the Sword Washing Hall, Zhao Han's memory cognition is consistent with that of others.
Zhao Han rested for a while inside the door and then went to Wanbao Pavilion again.
Unfortunately, Junior Sister Lingshan and her lover Lin Jian did not come out. As a large-scale cross-regional force, Wanbao Pavilion has a strong master in the realm of supernatural powers. Zhao Han did not dare to force his way in, so he could only go back to the Sword Washing Hall and wait. At the same time, he ordered two disciples to keep an eye on them outside. As long as Lingshan and Lin Jian came out, they must report to him immediately.
Returning to the Sword Washing Hall, Zhao Han went to the backyard again.
"First find some skills and learn from the strengths of all schools, then you can find your own way."
Chen Luo's voice rang in Zhao Han's mind, guiding his actions. The holy mountain of the demon race gave him a very strange feeling. Since he came out of the legendary world, he has not met a single demon race. This place is full of human race.
If the air had not been filled with pure demonic power, Chen Luo would have thought he had come to the wrong place.
"I see."
Zhao Han nodded, and then came to Taoist Xijian’s residence again.
"Master, I want to learn your magic skills. Please name a price."
After saying that, Zhao Han took out a stack of banknotes from his arms and slapped them on the table. These banknotes were made by Chen Luo for Zhao Han. With Chen Luo's skills, ordinary banknotes were no different from straw paper to him. He could make a lot of them with just a little trick.
"So much money?"
Taoist Xijian spoke greedily, but a frown appeared on his face.
A feeling of anger and displeasure rose in his heart.
But his memory told him that this was a rule he had set. Two strange forces were fighting in his mind, and soon, the emotional part was suppressed. The memory was like a dye, dyeing him transparent.
"Ten thousand taels."
"Then come with me."
Ji Chang put away the banknotes, stood up and took Zhao Han into his own practice room.
The layout of the room was very simple. Apart from the futon used for cultivation, there were only some porcelain and calligraphy and paintings. Zhao Han just took a look and ignored them. They were all worthless things.
Ji Chang walked to the corner of the wall, reached out to the porcelain vase on the third row of the wooden shelf, and twisted it gently with his hand.
Click
There was a heavy sound of a stone door opening, and a painting on the left wall flipped back, revealing a hidden secret room. Ji Chang walked in first, and Zhao Han followed closely behind.
The secret room is very small and contains only one bookshelf.
The secret manuals of martial arts in it were all collected by him after spending most of his life, and they were his life's work. In the past, only Ji Chang himself could enter this place. But now that his memory was modified by Chen Luo, Ji Chang had already identified Zhao Han as the young master he had secretly trained, and with the addition of 10,000 taels of silver to pave the way, he did not refuse.
"This is the Sword Washing Technique that I practiced. It is a secret manual of a seven-refined magical skill."
Ji Chang took out a secret book and handed it to Zhao Han. He then explained to him the other secret books in the room before turning around and leaving.
After opening the secret book, Zhao Han's eyes were immediately attracted by the contents inside.
Chen Luo also took the opportunity to learn about the cultivation methods of people like Taoist Xijian.
This sword-washing technique is a demon clan technique, which does not consider spiritual roots but only bloodline. The stronger the bloodline, the faster the cultivation speed. In the Star Gate, it is absolutely impossible for the human race to enter the Tao with this technique, but in this place, these people have no choice. Because there is only demon energy in the outside world, if you want to practice, you must absorb demon energy.
"The way of offering sacrifice to demons is a side-door practice."
A passage appeared in the external brain, and the corresponding memories also emerged one by one.
This is the same level of cultivation as the ghost cultivators, and their potential is weaker than that of the orthodox cultivators. In the later stages of cultivation, their weaknesses are too obvious, just like the ghost cultivators. In the eyes of the human race, they are full of flaws and vulnerable.
While Chen Luo was thinking about the unconventional methods, Zhao Han had already finished reading through the exercises here.
Although Chen Luo's transformation caused Zhao Han's memory to deviate, it also indirectly improved his aptitude. With the brain that he had instilled with the reverse possession method, Zhao Han could learn these skills at a glance. After learning the skills, Zhao Han returned to the gate. As soon as he came out, he saw the disciple he had sent out to follow hurriedly coming back.
"Brother, Senior Sister Lingshan and Senior Brother Lin Jian have left Tianbao Pavilion."
"good!"
When Zhao Han heard the name, murderous intent suddenly appeared on his face, and all his emotions and thoughts were suppressed at this moment. The remaining obsession before death surged into his heart, and he took the sword left by his master Ji Chang in the room, turned around and walked towards the door.
Seeing this, the other disciples followed behind.
In the minds of this group of disciples, Zhao Han is their eldest senior brother and the next young master!
The sword-washing Taoist Ji Chang also noticed the movement here, but he did not stop it.
'They are all disciples who are paid to teach'
Thoughts kept popping up in Ji Chang's mind, but he couldn't help feeling a little angry and a little distressed. It was as if his favorite disciple was not Zhao Han, but his little disciple Lin Jian. Emotions and memories conflicted again, and this Taoist who had practiced for many years, a strong man in the realm of supernatural powers, had a strange distortion on his face.
Angry on the left, peaceful on the right.
Slowly, his consciousness split, and a different voice appeared in his mind.
"Go and save Jian'er, he is your son!"
"What nonsense! I, Ji Chang, have lived an upright life. How can there be a son?"
"You are Ji Chang? Then who am I!?"
"I don't care who you are, just get out of my head."
"I am the sword-washing Taoist Ji Chang."
Ji Chang's expression became increasingly distorted and his body began to twitch irregularly. Then, he let out a crazy laugh.
“Hahahaha, I get it.”
Phew!
The rusty iron sword pierced into his head from the left side, blood and brain matter mixed together, and Ji Chang, who had a distorted breath, calmed down instantly after this sword. The breath dissipated, and the man fell straight back, with a weird expression on his face before he died.
"I am Ji Chang, you can't fool me! I don't have a son."
well!
Why did the problem occur again?
"It seems that memory cannot go against instinct. The details in it need to be readjusted."
A faint voice sounded in the room. The translucent Chen Luo looked at Ji Chang who was lying on the ground and twitching. He stretched out his right hand and pressed it on his forehead. A light green-blue light appeared, and the injury on Ji Chang's head recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The gray gas circulated back and forth and then poured back into Ji Chang's brain.
This time Chen Luo optimized his technique, and believed that after his 'resurrection', Ji Chang would no longer have those troubles.
“I didn’t expect that idiot Zhao Han had accumulated so many good things.”
Lin Jian and his senior sister Lingshan were walking on the street.
Both of them had just broken through in their cultivation, and their aura was still unstable. Other pedestrians on the road would subconsciously avoid them after sensing their aura.
"Thank you Master for the information."
Lingshan smiled.
This time, the hidden danger of Zhao Han has been solved, and she can practice with peace of mind from now on.
The grudge between him and Zhao Han started with a marriage contract. The Ling family and the Zhao family were both well-known and large families in their local area. Their parents had arranged a marriage for them before they were born. Later, they entered the Sword Washing Hall and had a pretty good relationship.
Until junior brother Lin Jian appeared.
After knowing that Lin Jian was the illegitimate son of the Taoist master Xijian, Ling Shan decisively abandoned Zhao Han and became a Taoist couple with Lin Jian. After that, there was a bloody love-hate entanglement, until it finally developed into a situation of no return.
Fortunately, it's all over.
Zhao Han died, and all the resources on his body were looted by the two of them. The resources they used for their practice in Tianbao Pavilion this time were the ones left by Zhao Han.
The two chatted and laughed all the way back to the Sword Washing Hall.
Lin Jian was also thinking about how to talk about Zhao Han after seeing his father.
Bang!
Before the two could knock on the door, the door of Xijian Hall was opened from the inside, and Zhao Han, dressed in white, holding a long sword and with bloodshot eyes, was seen standing at the door.
"Bitch, you're finally back!!"
Memories of his death flooded into his mind like a tide.
It was this woman who poisoned him, causing him to suffer this misfortune.
"Zhao Han?!"
"You're not dead?!!!" (End of this chapter)
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