Fantasy: Immortality starts with absorbing demons

Thinking of this, Zhong Yunxiu's heart felt cold and he fell into deep despair.

She felt like she and her daughter were like passers-by walking in a dense forest late at night. There were evil beasts glowing green all around, ready to rush up and eat them both clean at any moment.

"Oh my god," she lamented. Thinking of what happened when she was young and the vows she had made before, she felt even more confused and sad.

She bent down, took out the key, and opened the bottom drawer. There was a smell of camphor to prevent corrosion and insect repellence.

There are no valuables such as gold, silver, jewelry, etc. placed here.

When I opened it, I saw that it was filled with red, black, and green lines that looked like children's graffiti.

She gently pulled out a painting, as if holding a fragile and unique treasure.

The doodle on the paper is a portrait.

It is a portrait of a woman copied bit by bit on paper using black pencil.

Although the overall look is a little skewed, the black lead traces penetrate the paper very deeply, as if trying to cut through the thick paper. It can be seen that the person who painted is extremely serious.

You can tell from the portrait of this woman that she looks a bit like Zhong Yunxiu, like she looked when she was young, but she is not as gentle as she is now, nor does she have the white hair now.

In the lower right corner of the paper, there is a message signed, "Zhong Han, in the year of Yu, for my mother."

The child's handwriting is crooked, and the ink lead has fallen off over time, making it somewhat unclear.

But Zhong Yunxiu, still looking treasured, looked carefully at this child's poor work.

Zhong Han has been fond of writing and drawing since she was a child. This was when she was a child, writing to her mother

The first painting I painted.

Zhong Yunxiu thought of the interesting things that happened to Zhong Han when he was a child. The gloomy look on his face gradually faded, a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a gentleness appeared in his eyes.

Yes, no matter what, things are dead. People are the most important thing.

As she watched, she gradually made up her mind.

Even if the fist fight fails and Jiuquyuan is gone, it doesn't matter.

As long as my daughter is happy, can do what she wants to do, and live well, that is enough.

It is absolutely impossible for her to do it for some illusory fame or money.

Just send your daughter away to marry a stranger, someone your daughter doesn’t like at all!

Although she has lost her support, like a vine in the woods without the support of a big tree, she must not let her daughter be wronged and have no one to rely on!

Boom, boom, boom!

I don’t know how much time passed, but suddenly there was a knock on the door.

In a hurry, she quickly put the portrait away carefully again.

"Mother, it's me." Zhong Han's voice sounded.

Just now, Han Yi, led by Zhong Han, crossed the square and quickly came to a small courtyard inside Jiuquyuan.

This seems to be where Zhong Han and Zhong Yunxiu live.

After Zhong Han returned home, he knocked on the door of the main house very casually, then pushed the door open and entered.

Not long after, she walked out and looked at Han Yi: "Master is inside."

In fact, she still doesn't believe it until now.

I don't believe that Han Yi can master the third level of true skills so quickly.

She paused: "Forget it, you go in."

But she also felt that Han

There is no need for Yi to lie. Lying has no benefits and cannot deceive the master.

Therefore, the truth is that there is only one, and he has indeed achieved it.

When she thought of this, she felt a little uncomfortable. For a disciple who has only practiced martial arts and has no background, she has almost caught up with her after one and a half years of getting started.

It’s really the waves behind the Yangtze River that push the waves ahead, and she was the wave in front who was severely pushed out on the beach.

But at the same time, another thought flashed through her heart: Han Yi's third-level Dacheng, that pair of fists

Han Yi nodded, took a step forward, and knocked on the door again.

"Come in." Zhong Yunxiu's voice sounded.

Han Yi pushed open the door and entered the main room.

At this time, she looked at Han Yi with some surprise. Apparently, Zhong Han had already told her some general situation.

"I heard from Zhong Han that you have achieved the third level?" She confirmed again, "There is a fundamental gap between the third level and the entry level, and the difficulty is not small. It has only been a few months since you last entered the level. Time, are you sure?”

"Master, there should be nothing wrong." Han Yi nodded.

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Zhong Yunxiu was silent for a moment and waved his hand.

A round bead was wrapped in a soft force and fell into Han Yi's hand.

"Pour all your strength into it, don't interrupt."

She stood up, walked not far from Han Yi, and observed carefully.

Just now, she was still thinking about the failure of the fist fight and the final outcome of Jiuquyuan, but now, there seems to be some improvement, and she can't believe it.

"Okay." Han Yi nodded.

This bead is similar to a glass bead, transparent and round. In the hand, it's slippery. The only difference is that it is not as cold as glass beads

It was cold, but on the contrary, there was a faint warmth coming from inside the bead.

He took a deep breath.

The secret technique of concealing spirits is fully activated, maximizing the output of cold yin energy while hiding the fluctuations of qi and blood in other martial arts.

After he mastered Hanyin Nine Curves Palm, he focused on practicing this every day.

He was just afraid that Zhong Yun, the head of the hospital, would find out the problem.

With the infusion of cold yin energy, Han Yi felt that his strength seemed to have entered a large sponge, soft and endless.

The orb, which was originally transparent and clear in appearance, also began to become foggy.

Immediately, the surface of the ball began to glow faintly with a dark yellow light.

"Okay." Zhong Yunxiu nodded, waved his hand gently, and the ball was gently pulled back again.

The current round bead has an obviously vivid yellow light, shining like a topaz. Inside it, there are some powdery ticket particles, which are constantly emitting little bits of fluorescence.

"Yes, it is indeed the third level of Dacheng." Zhong Yunxiu nodded slightly, with a solemn look on his face, "Only when the third level of Nine Curved Palm is completed, and the whole body's strength is condensed into one, can this phenomenon occur."

She observed carefully, observing the humble disciple in front of her like never before.

Although she was Han Yi's nominal master, she never cared about this disciple.

She only knew that Han Yisan had done meritorious deeds and that his family conditions were not very good. It was just this information, nothing more.

Looking back now, I realized that I had indeed only paid attention to those disciples who were known as geniuses.

As a result, the injured one was lying on the bed, or he was tempted and left the inner courtyard on his own.

In the end, true genius, and

And he is a steady and loyal disciple, but he has not discovered it for a long time and has no understanding of it.

"You" Zhong Yunxiu wanted to say something to laugh at, but found that his throat was dry and he couldn't say anything.