Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 298

In the stone room, there was silence, a needle could be heard falling, and several people looked towards where Mo Qiu was.

In front of him, there are several stacks of books.

Preliminary Explanation of Artifact Refining, Grass and Stone Department of All Things Illustrated, Hundred Works Manual, Silk-drawing Opera, Magic Mechanism...

There are all kinds of books of different thicknesses, and the total number is no less than dozens of books.

Looking at the messy and disorderly books in front of him, Mo Qiu's complexion was already a little ugly.

"how?"

Zhang Baozhen said with a sneer on his face.

"Yanshi, a master of miscellaneous learning, knows everything about refining weapons, mechanism puppets, and Qimen Dunjia."

"These are just beginner's techniques, but even so, it is difficult to achieve without decades of hard work."

What he said was true, but he didn't say a word.

That is, even in Yanzong, no one would be stupid enough to learn all the skills, but choose one to start with.

After the cultivation base is advanced and the life span is long, it will slowly switch to other cultivations, and then master many skills.

"Admiration!" Mo Qiu was amazed, and then said:

"Can I see it?"

"Um."

Zhang Baozhen nodded, and with a wave of his hand, a piece of burning incense appeared in the field, as a reminder of the time:

"You can open these books at will during the two sticks of incense, but when the time is up, you must stop and start!"

With his hands behind his back, he walked towards the door, leaving the monk in white to continue to supervise the two of them.

The surrounding Acropolis and even Xiandao are not safe.

After all, the number of apprentices accepted by the Xianjia Sect is limited every year, and there are never enough points, so it is inevitable that someone will come out to recruit.

Assassinations, assassinations, poisoning, and even disappearances are common occurrences.

As Mo Qiu said, if he accepts spirit stones and magic tools, it is tantamount to children asking for disaster with gold.

So after some haggling, I was finally able to watch these Yanzong secret methods in front of me.

Taking a deep breath, he fixed his gaze.

Immediately, he picked up a book of Baigong and began to flip through it quickly.

The Baigongpu records the skills of Baigong, which can be regarded as the general outline of Yanshi, with hundreds of pages and hundreds of thousands of words.

An ordinary person is just such a book, and I'm afraid he can't finish it in a stick of incense.

I saw Mo Qiuyun's fingers flying like flying, his eyes quickly scanned the words and pictures on the book, and his brows were furrowed.

Not long.

"Snapped!"

He closed the book, closed his eyes tightly, and faintly saw his eyelids twitching rapidly, as if he was thinking about something.

next moment.

"Shua!"

Mo Qiu opened his eyes and divided the books in front of him into several parts.

Seeing this, the monk in white couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

He could see clearly, Moqiu's seemingly random fiddle with each other separated all the arts in Yanshi one by one.

What does this mean?

In that short moment just now, did this person really read and understand what was written in the Baigongpu?

impossible!

Even with a photographic memory, it is impossible to understand the many equipment patterns in the Baigongpu.

I'm afraid I only read a rough idea, or know all kinds of craftsmanship, and use it to select the best works in the rest of the book.

It's smart!

Sure enough, Mo Qiu stretched out his hand again, skimming over the most basic things, and directly took out a book of magical mechanism.

Afterwards, it was the Art of Splitting the Soul and the Art of Attachment to the Soul, the Construction of the Inner Acuity of Hundred Beasts, and the Art of Refining Artifacts Created by Heaven...

"Time is up!"

Accompanied by a muffled shout from the monk in white, Mo Qiu paused, reluctantly putting down the giant spirit puppet in his hand.

He raised his head and was about to say something.

Suddenly feeling dizzy, I had to support the table with my hands so as not to fall down.

"Well……"

His body trembled slightly, his forehead was sweating, the back of his hands was bulging, and his face was grim.

"Ah……"

Seeing this, the monk in white smiled lightly:

"If you focus too much in a short period of time and consume too much mind, that will happen. You are a caring person."

"pity!"

He sighed softly and threw out two things:

"Take them and let's go!"

"Huh..." Mo Qiu let out a long breath, calmed down his dizzy mind, and took the things thrown:

"Thank you!"

The voice exited, and I was stunned again.

It was this short time of two sticks of incense, which seemed to have exhausted all his physical strength, and his voice became hoarse.

He took out a elixir from his body and took it, Mo Qiu stood on the spot and adjusted his breath for a while before saying goodbye.

The monk in white didn't chase them away, and waited for the two to leave before heading to the side room with complicated thoughts in his eyes.

In the room, Zhang Baozhen was teasing a tiger.

The tiger was nearly ten feet long, with soft fur, and whimpered incessantly, but it was different when one looked closely.

This beast is indeed a puppet creation.

A pair of tiger eyes are crystal clear, inlaid with unknown gemstones, sharp claws are like knives, clanging, and the hair moves like thousands of steel needles, which seem to be able to fly out of the body to kill the enemy at any time.

And when the giant tiger opened its mouth, a red light appeared in its throat, and the terrifying pressure was looming.

The white-clothed friar just glanced at it, but didn't dare to look any further.

He knew that the strength of this fierce tiger could easily crush practitioners below the tenth level of Qi Refining.

Even those who have perfected Qi refining, if they don't have a high-grade magic weapon, they can't even get hurt.

"he's gone?"

"gone!"

Steady his mind, the monk in white replied:

"Brother, I think this person is very talented in the way of Yanshi, why not recruit him into the sect?"

"There is no need for Yanshi's order, it's good to let him be a Taoist soldier, and he has read so many secrets of my sect's exercises, if he takes them out, I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain to the sect."

"Hmph!" Zhang Baozhen snorted coldly when he heard the words:

"Although he voluntarily gave up the Yanshi Order, it is not good to spread the word. Keeping him in the sect will not be enough for me? I have introduced him to two sects of the Immortal Family, and he should be satisfied with his desire to seek the Tao. "

"As for the exercises..."

He smiled lightly:

"Those are all foreign arts, they don't involve fundamental cultivation methods, and it's nothing to learn. Yanshi has all kinds of arts, and our Yanzong family has never been the only one in the world of cultivating immortals. Besides, there are no famous teachers to teach, no materials and equipment to practice for years, outsiders It is impossible to truly cultivate Yanshi skills, so there is no need to mention this matter!"

"Yes." The white-clothed monk bowed his head and said yes.

"Go and tell Liu Hai that I have a quota of inner disciples in my hand, and I can be worshiped under the name of senior Daoji." Zhang Baozhen threw away the Yanshi Order in his hand, and said with a smile on his face:

"If you want it, exchange it for the thing I've always wanted."

"yes!"

…………

Leaving Yanzong's residence through the back door, Mo Qiu's face turned pale, and Chen Jiyan followed behind with sharp eyes.

"Brother Mo." He whispered:

"You made a good choice. You won't have any future if you offend a true disciple and join Yanzong."

"Now that you have learned the art of Yanshi, you can also worship other sects. This is killing two birds with one stone!"

"En." Mo Qiu stopped:

"Senior intends to continue to follow me?"

"Hey..." Chen Jiyan smiled coyly, and said:

"Brother Mo, Zhang Baozhen gave you two letters of recommendation, but you can only join one sect. I wonder if you plan to resell one?"

"Senior." Mo Qiu sighed softly:

"You heard it too. These two letters only allow me to meet people, but they don't guarantee that I can enter the sect."

"Besides, if he joins the sect as a Taoist soldier, Mo may not be willing. Whether he succeeds or not is another matter."

As he spoke, he shook his head and walked forward.

"Don't!" Chen Jiyan stretched out his hand to stop him:

"You think about it again."

"Senior, what do you want to do?" Mo Qiu shrank his eyes, his body was already covered in black smoke, and auras emerged one after another:

"I remember, using force on Xiandao is a big taboo!"

"I'm joking, I'm joking." Chen Jiyan's complexion changed, and he waved his hands again and again:

"Well then, I'll follow Brother Mo to have a look. If the first one is my favorite, the second one..."

He did think of doing something just now, but he didn't want the other party to be sensitive and notice it instantly.

and.

As the guard of Xiandao, he hadn't used force with others for many years, and he was very worried.

"That's no problem!" Mo Qiu nodded:

"I don't know how to clone, one is enough."

"That's good." Chen Jiyan stretched out his hand and said:

"Let's go, let's go to the Lieshan Sect first. I also know fellow Daoist Hong who is beckoning disciples from this sect."

The Lieshan sect is the immortal sect that started recruiting disciples last year, and now it is drawing to a close and is ready to go.

Hong Dao is about fifty years old, with red face and thick hair all over his body. After reading the letter paper, he shows embarrassment:

"Fellow Daoist Zhang's introduction, logically speaking, Hong shouldn't refuse, but... I don't care about making Yijie Xiantian an outer sect disciple. I have to wait for Senior Zhao to come back to make a decision."

Don't ask to speak cautiously:

"I wonder when Senior Zhao will return?"

"The shortest is three to five days, and the longest...maybe I went back to the sect directly." Daoist Hong sighed softly and handed back the letter:

"Otherwise, how many more days will you two wait?"

"Thank you." There was no choice but to say goodbye.

"It's a pity." On the way, Chen Jiyan looked regretful:

"If you are not a mortal, no matter how low your cultivation is, most sects will accept you if you have the letter from Zhang Baozhen, the true biography of Yanzong."

"Why!"

This sigh was full of helplessness.

If the letter in Mo Qiu's hand falls into his hands, it will definitely sell for a good price.

"The next one is the Cangyu sect." Mo Qiu unfolded the second letter without changing his face, and asked:

"Senior, do you know this sect?"

"En." Chen Jiyan nodded:

"Five hundred years ago, Daoist Cang Yu, the master of the Golden Core, established a legacy in the Lingyun Mountains and recruited many disciples."

"After the death of Daoist, the Cangyu faction was controlled by Sizhufeng in turn, and the inside story is not very clear."

"Calculating the time, the Cangyu faction should be leaving soon!"

The two quickened their pace and rushed to Cangyu faction's temporary residence in Xiandao.

This time, it was a white-haired old man who received the two of them. He held a letter and frowned tightly:

"Mortal, beginner disciple?"

"If it's a Taoist soldier, it's nothing, but let a mortal become a formal disciple..."

Mo Qiu heard the words, his heart sank, if he became a Taoist soldier, he might as well join the court forces, at least the possibility of gaining military exploits is greater.

"Hey!" The old man sighed softly, and his voice suddenly changed:

"To be recommended by Yan Zong's true biography, my little friend should have something extraordinary. I wonder if he is good at it?"

Seeing a turning point, Mo Qiu hurriedly said:

"I am proficient in medical skills and can make alchemy."

"Alchemy?" But he didn't want to, the old man frowned when he heard this:

"The elixir of mortals..."

"Not really." Mo Qiu shook his head, and took out two pills from his body:

"I can refine Xiantian pills, Tongqiao pills, and general pills that assist Qi refining and cultivation. It's a pity that the medicinal materials are rare."

"Tongqiao Pill!" The old man's eyes moved. The difficulty of refining this kind of pill is almost the same as that of ordinary Qi refining pills. He pondered for a moment and slowly put away the letter:

"If that's the case, it's not impossible to have a quota of outer disciples."

As he spoke, he rubbed his fingers lightly.

Mo Qiu was taken aback for a moment, and the next moment he understood, he took out all the spirit stones on his body and handed them over:

"A little foreign object is not a respect."

"Seven pieces?" The old man curled his lips, his eyes were filled with displeasure, he still couldn't take this little spirit stone into his eyes.

"More, more." Chen Jiyan on the side hastily stretched out his hand, and took out a dozen pieces of spirit stones, adding up to a positive number of twenty, and the other party smiled.

"Well, what's your name?"

"Don't ask!"

"Um."

Mo Qiu breathed a sigh of relief, thought for a while, and handed the letter of recommendation from the Lieshan faction to Chen Jiyan.

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