Fantasy: Immortality starts with absorbing demons

"This one seems good..." Soon, a booklet was picked up by Han Yi.

"White Lotus Immaculate Body".

This martial arts method seems to be a fragment of martial arts seized from a high-ranking cult leader by a master of Jingtian Village.

According to the description of the martial arts method, if "White Lotus Immaculate Body" is practiced to perfection, the body will be as clean as a white lotus and as clean as glass. After entering the power, the sense of smell will be greatly enhanced, and the toxic substances will be extremely sensitive, achieving the effect of being immune to all poisons.

The most important thing is that the power cultivated by this book is also of a yin-biased power characteristic, and the power is mostly floating on the surface of the body, and will not be involved with the cold Yin Nine-Curve Palm.

He plans to start with the point of resisting poison. After all, from what he has experienced, most martial artists have one or two tricks to poison.

So start with the ability to resist poison, practice one book at a time, and if there is no problem, then max out other resistances.

In summary, it is a cyclic step, stacking armor, and then stacking armor.

After choosing the secret book, Han Yi went straight to the counter on the second floor to get the real book.

The disciple on duty at the counter was drowsy, and had never thought that someone would come to the library to read books during the New Year.

At the moment, he was also sleepy and quickly took the real content to Han Yi.

Han Yi put away the book and walked towards the stairs.

Suddenly, he smelled the aroma of soy sauce pork ribs.

Going downstairs, the old man who usually guards the library, Fu Lao. I don’t know where he got a large plate of fine pork ribs, and steamed a large pot of hot rice, and he ate it happily with the broth.

The oily red soup was sticky and stringy on the ribs, and the fat meat was eager to move. He bit off a large piece of meat with a pull, and then ate a spoonful of crystal clear, white, steaming rice.

The fragrance made Han Yi, who had just come downstairs, sniff.

"Isn't this Xiao Han?" Old Fu chewed a piece of meat in his mouth, speaking a little unclearly, "Why did you leave so late today?"

"Today... I read more books..." Han Yi swallowed his saliva and shifted his gaze with difficulty.

His roots and blood are not as good as others. The only advantage he has is his understanding.

The many unconventional knowledge and broad vision from modern times have given him a better understanding of various things after absorbing the martial arts knowledge system here.

At the same time, because of his consciousness in his previous life, he knows one thing, knowledge is power.

Therefore, Han Yi should be regarded as one of the few disciples in Jingtianzhuang who likes to read books in the library the most.

In addition, during this holiday, he also devoted himself to reading.

He has long been familiar with Old Fu, who regards the library as his own home and guards it every day.

"I read more books..." Old Fu didn't even look up, just ate his meal, "You are a ruthless guy, it's New Year's Day, and you don't go out to play."

"I just like reading books..." Han Yi explained, he sniffed, the fragrance became stronger.

Gurgle.

He touched his stomach, he hadn't eaten in the morning, and the glutton in his stomach was aroused by the fragrance.

"Come and eat something?" Old Fu looked up at him.

"Isn't this bad?" Han Yi hesitated, "I'm thin-skinned, sorry."

"Do you want to eat it or not? If not, I'll eat it all." Old Fu was disdainful, "You are a liar, and you are thin-skinned?"

"Have a bowl." Han Yi didn't think so, touched his cheek, it was indeed quite thin.

He walked into the management room of the library, which was also the residence of Old Fu.

It was called the management room, but there was nothing in it, just a small bed, a set of tables and chairs, and some books, paper and pens.

The two sat opposite each other and feasted.

Mr. Fu was so anxious that he didn't even have time to pick up the pipe he always kept in his hand. He quickly picked up the meat from the big bowl with chopsticks.

Han Yi was not to be outdone and also ate the rice with big mouthfuls.

Soon, there was only a little red broth and a few pieces of bright red peppers in the bowl in front of the two of them.

There were only a few burnt rice crusts left in the rice pot.

The rest was empty.

"How is it? Good cooking, right? The meat I used is the ribs of the black-backed pig, and the auxiliary ingredients are wolfberry and white cardamom, which have the effects of warming the middle and promoting qi, improving eyesight and nourishing the liver..."

Mr. Fu picked up the pipe, smoked the dry tobacco, and chatted with Han Yi proudly.

"The senior's cooking skills are really good." Han Yi patted his belly with satisfaction.

"I've told you, don't call me senior, I'm just an old man who guards the gate." Old Fu knocked off the ash of his cigarette in dissatisfaction, "I just think you're good, I haven't seen anyone like you who likes reading so much in many years."

"The junior is not talented, and my family is poor, so I can only learn by reading books and find ways to increase my strength." Han Yi smiled, still insisting on being a junior.

"Hey, this is what you don't like." Old Fu pouted and mocked, "I've told you that I'm just an old man who guards the gate, why do you have to do these nonsense things."

"Respecting the old and loving the young is just a courtesy, not about strength." Han Yi smiled politely.

"Okay, okay." Old Fu shook his head, "I won't talk to you about this. I heard that you've been doing well outside recently, and you killed that crazy lion?"

"Old Fu knows about this?" Han Yi raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

How could Old Fu, an ordinary old man who guards the gate...

"Hey, old man, I'm old in other aspects, but my ears are so good." Mr. Fu chuckled.

"Mr. Fu, that mad lion Lin Zhenwei, although his death has something to do with me, it is indeed not my fault." Han Yi asked tentatively, "Mr. Fu, this man is a three-strength martial artist and will not be implicated. Is there any trouble?"

"I've heard people say this before. You adhere to the principles of justice and reason, so what trouble can you cause?" Mr. Fu said disdainfully, "Besides, he's just a three-level martial arts master. If he dies, he'll die.

In Huayang City, except for the three major families and our Jingtian Village, the other forces are nothing but local chickens and tiles. You just concentrate on practicing and don’t need to worry about it. "

"Um?"

Han Yi took a deep look at Mr. Fu. He was obviously an inconspicuous old man. He had no aura or blood, and the food and clothing he wore were those of ordinary people. Even in the system's view, he was just an ordinary old man. .....

But what he said just now was so domineering...

Could it be that he is really that kind of...

Snapped!

Mr. Fu took the pipe and knocked on the table hard: "Stop, stop, you kid, don't think too much. I'm not a peerless master of seclusion, and you're not a genius, and you don't have any adventures.

In fact, as long as people live to an older age, they will naturally know more about these things.

That's all. "