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Two flowers bloom.

Tu Shanjun, who was far away from the treasury, did not escape, but turned back and put the soul flag again.

Stuffed into Shizhu's arms.

Now that Shi Zhu has woken up, Tu Shanjun no longer pays attention to Shi Zhu.

Instead, he looked at the ghost of Zhou Liang inside the banner.

"Ask Po."

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[Nightmare Enchantment]

[Character making (pseudo)]

[Blood Spirit Skill (Incomplete)]

The Nightmare Pattern Enchanting Technique is a left-field technique that peels off sneaky blood, makes leather and grinds it, develops it into spiritual ink, then tattoos it into your own skin using a special technique, and applies activation.

The user can use this technique to enchant spirits and obtain part of the weakening ability from Gui Chong.

The drawn texture must be close to the original sneaky and form a complete circuit.

The closer you are, the more power you can get.

However, this technique also has disadvantages, that is, the spirituality of the nightmare pattern will corrode people's sanity.

Qi practitioners also have the ability to suppress. If used on ordinary people, except for those with a strong will, others will be easily eroded by the spirituality of the nightmare pattern, and will be tortured to the point of being tortured.

But it has to be said that this is a spell that can quickly increase strength.

Overall, this technique can be used reasonably as long as it does not increase the burden on the soul.

Although it is a left-handed technique, Tu Shanjun's evaluation of this technique is pretty good.

"Making (fake) talismans is actually a craft of drawing talismans." Tu Shanjun was not too surprised.

The art of enchantment requires a lot of skill as a painter, and you also need to collect the blood of Gui Chong, so you can definitely develop the ability to draw talismans. However, Zhou Liang can only draw talismans that are not high-grade, and his path is still heretical and wrong.

Talisman making is extremely resource-intensive. Without a large supply of resources, it would be difficult to train a true Talisman Maker.

For casual cultivators, the burden is even greater. There are no skilled resources and no guidance from famous teachers, so Zhou Liang's craftsmanship is not exquisite.

As for the Blood Spirit Kung Fu, it is an incomplete technique. It also only has the third level of Qi training formulas, breathing methods and movement routes.

The reason why he was able to reach the fifth level of Qi training was because Zhou Liang switched to Qigong practice.

Although Old Dao Lu has the technique that can reach the sixth level of Qi training, he will not give it to him easily.

There are also flaws in the adaptability of the exercises.

Blood Spirit Kung Fu is a blood-attributed technique. You can only switch to non-attributed or blood-attributed techniques. You cannot use other techniques.

The Blood Evil Technique is a non-attributed technique that can reach the sixth level of Qi training, so he obtained the Blood Evil Technique on the condition that he quit fighting for the middle-grade spiritual sword.

Only then did Tu Shanjun realize that he had collected five Qigong training books.

However, the Blood Demon Technique is the most complete, and it also comes with two spells, which can support monks to the sixth level of Qi training.

Most of the rest are early stage or incomplete techniques.

As for the old man Xiang’s soul.

Tu Shanjun did not use Wenpo. He taught the old man the exercises he learned. Even if he used Wenpo, he would get the same things he knew.

The exercises in the first part of Qi Training are not difficult at all and do not require any understanding.

As long as you follow the breathing method, enter samadhi in a specific posture, and persevere, you can feel the breath.

After becoming a Qi Practitioner, you can use your magic power according to the Qigong route without any difficulty.

His attitude toward Old Man Xiang is actually more like that of an ordinary person, and he doesn't have too deep emotions.

The two of them had never fought side by side, and Old Man Xiang was very reserved at the practice cliff. He practiced in a hurry and only had the thought of revenge.

So Tu Shanjun just felt sorry for the death of old man Xiang.

A banner master who was finally trained died like this.

Had to find another one.

Tu Shanjun looked at the stone pillar through the soul flag.

The stone pillar is in the stage of transformation from skin to bone.

If you are injured, this process will continue for a long time.

The three realms of a warrior, transporting skin, forging bones, and refining internal organs, are all thresholds and bottlenecks, blocking countless crucian carp from crossing the river.

There is not even one person in a hundred who can reach the innate level.

Fortunately, the Yinhun Pill can greatly shorten this process.

Otherwise, Tushanjun would not have the patience to wait for more than ten or even decades.

Shizhu's current strength is still too weak.

With the support of his inner energy and the medicine he drank, Shizhu had recovered from his serious injury.

Not only can I use my hands, but I can at least move freely.

Without staying any longer in the medical center, Shi Zhu took the medicinal materials and left the medical center.

The bodies of the wife and children entrusted to Xiang Hu were buried in a low-key manner.

The coffin was neither good nor bad, and there were no valuable burial objects, so that others would not worry about it.

The tombstone was made from a single piece of marble, which was not very valuable.

There are many ravines and mass graves near the cemetery next to Liangdu. Unidentified bodies were dragged directly into the ditches.

Poor families would build a coffin for the last bit of dignity, so we often see people borrowing money to bury their parents.

If they were poor people, they would just roll up a straw mat and settle down.

Because of the worship relationship, although there are imps in these places, they are harmless and have no power to harm people.

After arranging everything, Shi Zhu went to the South Yamen of Xiuyiwei.

He ran into Tietou and a group of embroidered clothing guards head-on.

He looked sad and depressed.

Shi Zhu had a bad premonition in his heart and hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "What happened?"

"Brother Zhu."

"Brother Zhu, why are you here?"

"Tietou?" Shi Zhu looked at the silent Tietou.

Tietou opened his mouth, closed his eyes, and said melancholy: "Boss, I'm gone."

Shizhu took two steps back, his eyes widened, and his voice trembled: "Impossible, the leader is already an innate grandmaster, and no one can be his opponent except the Chonglou Immortal Master."

How could the innate master die?

That is a legend in the world, a being that can suppress the martial arts.

"Boss, he committed suicide in the Jing'an Marquis Mansion."

When Tu Shanjun in the banner heard the news, his face was filled with shock and surprise. He didn't expect it to be like this.

"Oh, people, sometimes I really don't understand." Tu Shanjun smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly.

Too.

On that day, Xiang Hu was already dead.

He was willing to die when his great revenge was avenged.

Once a person loses the motivation and belief to live, it is like his spine has been whipped and he can never stand up again.

That's fine too.

"That's all." Tu Shanjun sighed.

Looking back, Xiang Hu's soul has gradually revealed its ghostly appearance under the transformation of the evil spirit, and is quiet and solemn.

Shizhu turned around in despair. He had already learned the whole story from the mouths of these friends.

The root of everything is the struggle of the powerful.

They are merely victims of the struggle.

In the eyes of the powerful, there is no difference between second-rate masters and the mud under their feet.

The Xiuyiwei who was working next to him wanted to recover the stone pillar, but Tietou immediately stopped the Xiuyiwei next to him.

"Forget it, let him go."

"We are all sad that the boss is dead. But since the boss treats him like a nephew, he will only feel more sad than us."

…

"Dong dong."

The paint-red door knocker was knocked.

Sui Er.

The door opens.

A man in a long gown who looked like a butler leaned out half of his body, looked at the stone pillar up and down, and asked: "Who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Wen Yue."

"How dare you, the prince's name is something that you, a little embroidered guard, can call directly!" the butler shouted.

Shi Zhu didn't talk nonsense at all. He grabbed the butler's collar, pulled him aside, and squeezed him through the door.

Shi Zhu shouted loudly: "Where is Wen Yue?"

At the same time, he walked straight to the backyard.

The seriously injured bodyguards blocked Shizhu's path with weapons in their hands, but they were afraid to take action.

At noon, an innate master came and wounded them.

Why did another yeller come this afternoon?

How many people has the Houfu offended?

They are also afraid.

Everyone looked at each other and clenched their weapons nervously.

Being next to each other, trying to find some sense of security.

He muttered softly: "Isn't he another grandmaster?"

"You think the grandmaster is a cabbage."

"You think it's not your fault."

"You go up and try first."

Chujiu, who heard Shizhu's call, rushed over: "Who is making noise in the Hou Mansion?"

"The Stone Pillar of the Xiuyi Guard was entrusted by Xianghu Baihu to come to meet Wen Yue."

Chujiu was stunned. No wonder he felt that this person looked familiar. It turned out that he had met him once before.

"You all should disperse."

Chujiu dismissed the injured guards and servants, and then said to Shizhu: "You come with me."

Shi Zhu did not pursue the matter of calling Wen Yue by his first name, but instead led Shi Zhu the way.