Next came the "Great Thunder Sound Book", which Fairy Taiyin glanced at quickly and then put down.
She was not interested in the old bald man's affairs, and she had experienced it personally, so she knew more than what was in the book.
For example, the old monk's Great Thunder Sound Statue was taught by an immortal, to put it nicely, or he gained it after being struck by lightning hundreds of times. However, considering the immortal's thunder method, it can be considered as an inheritance if it didn't kill him in one blow.
"This is the biography of Wei Xi." Miao Mu was somewhat reluctant when handing over the information about Fei Jiang.
Fairy Taiyin noticed this tiny movement, raised her eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Well, Palace Master, you'd better be prepared. This guy is a bit..."
Compared with Jian Xian's "Cheng Jian Lu", Fei Jiang's "Wei Xi Chuan" is a bit more heavyweight. The former at least has most of the serious content, while the latter is still suspected to be some kind of online sweet article.
Childhood sweethearts, married in a formal ceremony, promised to grow old together.
After hearing her say this, Fairy Taiyin immediately thought of something. This so-called flying general should be another confidante of the fairy.
The Sword Immortal has come, so why is she afraid of an unknown person? In the Immortal Dao era, there was no peerless female cultivator named Wei Xi. It was obvious that she died without accomplishing anything.
After a moment, an incomparable aura rushed out from the hall with a force like a tsunami, and the monks waiting outside were like a shaky boat.
Although there was no substantial damage, the aura alone was enough to make people feel terrified.
The peak of the Divine Transformation Realm is so terrifying.
Inside the palace, Fairy Taiyin tried to calm herself down, a strong sense of uneasiness filled her mind. She knew that a peerless man like the Immortal Master must have many women who liked him, for example, there must be at least 8,000 women in her Moon Palace.
It is human nature to admire the strong, let alone a figure like an immortal.
Just like many people in modern times admire rich people, the admiration of monks for living immortals is no less than that of the rich, and this is true regardless of gender.
But among so many people in the world, she was the only one who could get close to the immortals. Although the journey to immortality was difficult, she never felt uneasy from beginning to end.
To be precise, it was the feeling of oppression from competitors, because no woman in that era could compare to herself.
But now it’s different. The immortal’s two confidantes have been reincarnated.
Fairy Taiyin exhaled a breath of turbid air, suppressed all her emotions, and said in a clear and elegant voice: "Bring me rice paper and a pen. I want to write my autobiography."
Soon someone handed over the best rice paper and a brush. Miaomu was grinding ink nearby. Fairy Taiyin tied up her white hair with a piece of white cloth. Her small and beautiful facial features were full of seriousness.
The Fairy Taiyin was wearing a white long dress with fluorescent hem that dragged on the ground. The breeze blew her white hair like the Milky Way floating in the void, and her red eyes were as bright as stars.
Miao Mu asked, "Palace Master, what do you want to write?"
Judging from the appearance of the Palace Master, he should be serious. But can the self-authentication of the text alone win over the other two? The two of them have already made a name for themselves, while the Palace Master has nothing.
Maybe it's a bit disrespectful to think this way, but the fact is that the current Palace Master can't compare with the Sword Immortal and the Flying General. Unless he can quickly recover his cultivation, but the Palace Master doesn't seem to be good at fighting.
"Didn't I say that I have been seeking immortality all my life?"
The jade hand gently took away the brush, and pieces of rice paper flew up out of thin air and stood upright in the air.
The Fairy Taiyin writes as if possessed by a god, her brush and ink are like circling dragons, and in a trance, lines of divine charm burst out.
[The immortals in the world stepped on the Ten Thousand Buddhas Mountain, broke the Bodhi tree, and opened the way to the prosperity of the immortals. The power of the immortals started from Yunzhou, east to the East China Sea, west to Wangchuan, south across the ancient mountains, and north to the extremely cold land. The power was overwhelming, covering 9981 secret places. All living beings in the world dared not disobey, and the dragons and snakes bowed their heads wherever the immortals ordered. ]
On the rice paper, a man in a simple Taoist robe is looking down at the world. He looks like the Emperor of Heaven, as if the world is in the palm of his hand.
Fairy Taiyin is also proficient in the arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and has reached the level of perfection in all of them, which can be regarded as half a supernatural power.
The painting in front of me is lifelike, and the words above seem to contain some kind of voice, telling the unknown history in a long and vicissitudes of life.
[In the first year of the Immortal Calendar, the dragons of the East China Sea occupied the vast ocean, the monsters occupied the mountains, the Wangchuan River had the ancient terror, and the old monster in the extremely cold land sat on the mountain of corpses and laughed at the world.]
She witnessed the birth of a living immortal, witnessed how he dominated the world alone, and witnessed his power that was unrivaled in the world.
His joys and sorrows are all related to me, and my whole life is lived for him.
Two paintings were completed, one as a prologue and the other as an introduction.
"The Path to Immortality, also known as the Biography of Immortality in the World."
There was a gentle smile on the corner of Taiyin Fairy's lips, and the whole palace became bright in an instant.
Miaomu looked a little stunned. Many people said that the palace master pursued the living immortals for power, but was it really so?
If seeking power alone could gain the favor of the immortals, would one really spend thousands of years on it?
I feel dizzy and have no energy. I may have made myself sick. (Sad)
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