He Came From The Forbidden Land, Waving His Sleeves To Write About Immortality

Shanshui Villa.

Li Mo Nian had completely lost her energy. She had been sitting blankly at the table for a long time, holding her chin with one hand and looking blank in her eyes.

Xiao Qing was no longer held in her arms and could only curl up in a corner of the table.

One year has passed, a full year has passed since the master went to the divine realm of Miao Qingyue!

The two figures never appeared again.

This year has been the most difficult time in Li Mo Nian's life.

She sat at the table all day long, looking forward to Master's return soon.

She didn't expect that Master would be gone for so long this time, so long that nothing around her could arouse her interest at all.

She never watered the flowers in the courtyard, nor went out to look for spiritual fruits or elixirs, nor did she practice any cultivation. She even petted Xiao Qing less and less often.

She often recalled the days when she and her master first came here.

The master sat at the table and drank all day long, while she was busy decorating their new home. Her life was extremely dull, but she enjoyed it.

But after the master left, life seemed to be really dull. The wine in my throat was so bland that it had no taste at all.

The girl poured herself a glass of wine stiffly and drank it all in one gulp, her expression numb.

Countless times, she wanted to use the time-traveling method that her master taught her, to go back to the days when she and her master first came here, and relive the joy and peace again.

In fact she did try it once, going back to the day before the three god kings arrived.

But before she could speak, the master seemed to already know where she was coming from. He looked at her with extremely calm eyes and whispered two words: 'Go back. ’

She did not dare to disobey her master, and she also knew that the method of retracing time needed to be used with caution, so she could only come back obediently.

"Bad woman, lie to me!"

The girl could only mutter helplessly, and then poured herself a drink.

…

Mission Hill was extremely busy a few days ago.

Groups of monks poured into Preaching Mountain from Tianshu City. They visited every mortal village within thousands of miles of Preaching Mountain, just to find one person.

Goudan, who is ranked eleventh on the Heavenly Dao Golden List.

In total, they found more than 8,000 dog eggs.

But no one's life matches that of Goudan on the Heavenly Dao Golden List.

They have visited almost every mortal village and searched every remote corner.

There was only one place they left untouched.

It was a dilapidated school located in the mountains and forests. There was a grave in the school, and a six or seven-year-old child often sat in front of the grave, reciting books of sages all day long.

They know that the children in the school are most likely to be Godans.

But no one can step forward, and no one dares to step forward.

Because the school is surrounded by formations for three miles around, the formations have no strangulation ability. They are only meant to isolate an area of ​​the world, but they are extremely tyrannical and cannot even step into the realm of saints.

The person who set up the formation was a young figure who knelt outside the school and wailed in pain all day long.

Almost no one knows who he is, why he kneels in front of the school, why he wails in pain, and why he sets up the formation.

But after knowing that the people in the school were most likely Goudans, the disciples of the top sects withdrew from the Preaching Mountain one after another.

No one knows the face of the kneeling person, but the other person's unhidden aura is familiar to all the top sect leaders in Dongzhou.

The other party is none other than Qu Bao, the former patrolling angel of Dongzhou.

Not long ago, they were drinking and chatting happily at the Tianjian Academy banquet, but now...

Qu Tao didn't know why his vitality returned to its peak, and he didn't know why he was wailing in pain all day long, and he didn't know why he had to kneel in front of the school.

No one knows its secrets, and no one dares to explore it at will.

So now, one year later, Preaching Mountain has once again returned to its former peace.

The slightly childish words of the sage still echoed in the school, covering up the painful wails that Qu Bao had tried his best to suppress.

After the sun went down, Goudan carefully packed away the scriptures and books left by Master and began to sit cross-legged and meditate.

The spiritual energy in the void seemed to be slightly affected, but not a trace integrated into his thin body.

It wasn't until the night fell deep and the stars and moon hung high that he stood up and walked to Qu Bao, who was still wailing in pain.

“Why can’t I still feel the spiritual energy?”

Facing Goudan's question, Qu Bao tried his best to suppress his wails and said with difficulty: "I told you, you don't have the qualifications to practice. Even if you have the skills, you can't embark on the path of practice."

Goudan didn't listen to his explanation at all, and just said: "I allow you to kneel in front of Master to forgive your sins. You also promised me to take me to the path of immortality. A gentleman's words are hard to follow, so you can't go back on your word."

"I only want to teach you how to practice."

"The exercises you gave may be fake."

Qu Tao had no intention of arguing with him, and directly pointed his finger at the center of Goudan's eyebrows. After the dazzling light, he retracted his hand tremblingly.

"The extra ones in your mind are the skills I have acquired throughout my life, totaling thirty-eight thousand, nine hundred and sixty-one. You can try them one by one."

Goudan was then satisfied and sat cross-legged on the ground, reading through the endless techniques in his mind one by one.

There are more than 38,000 exercises, and each article can range from tens of thousands of words to millions of words. He may not be able to read them all in his lifetime, let alone try them one by one.

But he didn't give up.

He has reasons to persist.

He secretly memorized the technique that the expressionless elder brother passed down to his wife's daughter.

He knew that it was a way to go back in time.

The husband who failed to save his own daughter, he is here to save him!

The Master shouldn’t die, at least not from starvation.

He needs to cultivate enough to be able to use the method of retracing time.

Goudan briefly browsed through the many techniques in his mind, trying to find as many techniques as he could get started quickly and that were relatively simple.

But most of the exercises that Qu Tao gave him were mysterious and complicated. Even though he had learned most of the writing from the Master, he still found these exercises obscure and difficult to understand.

Until the sleepiness hit him uncontrollably, and just when he was about to give up, he suddenly discovered a very special technique, which refreshed his whole body.

The name of the exercise is Poyou, which is only a few hundred words long.

The reason why the difference in this technique can be seen at a glance is because the writing of Po Luan is very similar to the time-traveling technique he secretly memorized.

The method and the technique seemed to come from the same person.

This made Goudan determined to practice this method.

In the following days, he farmed and hunted in the morning, read the sages' books in front of Confucius's grave in the afternoon, and in the evening began to study the exercises word for word to eliminate delusions.

Although the technique only has a few hundred words, and he knows every word, but when these words are connected together, it seems that the meaning of each word has changed, and it is infinitely mysterious. He spent a lot of time, but he still can't read it. Understand.

It seems like every viewing is different from the last time.

This is the similarity between Poliu and the time-traveling method he secretly memorized.

Therefore, he often compares one method and another together to speed up the progress of understanding and breaking the illusion.

Days passed, and finally, on a starry night, Goudan's figure sitting cross-legged changed.

The spiritual energy that had been lingering outside his body finally began to merge into his thin body one by one.

And the speed of spiritual energy integration gradually accelerated.

Soon, a tiny spiritual energy vortex was formed with him as the center. The spiritual energy from all directions was attracted by the strong gravity of the vortex, and was poured crazily into Goudan's body.

Not only that, the spiritual energy vortex surrounding him is still expanding and expanding...

All the spiritual energy in a radius of thousands of miles returned to one place in an instant, forming a spring of spiritual energy between Goudan's eyebrows.

It's just that this spring doesn't gush out, but crazily absorbs all the spiritual energy from the outside world.

"This, this is?"

This unseemly movement was finally noticed by Qu Bao, who was immersed in pain, and a look of shock flashed in his eyes.

"Dongxuan? When you first entered the cultivation path, you broke through five realms in an instant?"

Even though he is well-informed, he is completely unable to understand all of this.

It is true that Goudan has no qualifications for cultivation, even the skills were given to him by him, but he doesn’t even remember that he had obtained such a heaven-defying skill?

After entering the cave profound realm, the spiritual energy vortex seemed to be unsustainable and gradually disappeared, and Goudan also woke up from meditation.

He could feel that his body had undergone earth-shaking changes, and the world in his eyes seemed to have changed. But before he could realize it, Qu Tabu's suppressed and painful inquiry reached his ears: "What are you practicing? What kind of technique is it?”

Goudan glanced at him with some confusion.

"Poliu, didn't you give it to me?"

"Delirium?" Qu Tao's eyes were even more confused. He had indeed found this skill in his inherited memory. Although he could no longer remember how he obtained this skill, he clearly remembered that it was A technique that no one can understand at all.

"How did you gain enlightenment?" He asked, expressing his doubts.

But Goudan glanced at him warily and said, "I won't tell you!"

The time-traveling method he secretly memorized has been regarded as his own secret, and he will tell no one except his master.

Qu Tao had no intention of prying into the secret, he was just a little confused.

Therefore, he did not continue to ask questions, but continued to wail in pain.

However, Goudan hesitated for a moment and then said to Qu Bao: "Can you tell me about spiritual practice?"

He only has one skill, and he doesn't understand anything about cultivation. He doesn't even know the division of realms, and he is afraid of taking the wrong path.

Qu Tao didn't seem to have this idea, and just said with difficulty: "If you have a way to make me less painful, I will tell you all about the cultivation."

His original intention was just to send Goudan away, but unexpectedly the other party actually took a scroll of sage books from the school and carefully placed it in front of him.

"I'll lend it to you, don't break it."

Seeing Qu Tao staring at him in confusion, Goudan added: "Reciting the words of the sages loudly will stop the pain. This is what I did before when my stomach hurt from hunger."

Qu Tao couldn't help but want to laugh. He was already a sage, so why did he need to read the words of sages again? But the inhuman pain that came from his body every moment made him unable to laugh.

He wanted to send Goudan away, but he suddenly remembered the reason why he was punished.

Having lived for too long, he has forgotten his original intention.

That's fine, let's retrieve it bit by bit from this book of sages.

He tremblingly opened the book Goudan handed over.

Seeing that Goudan was still standing beside him and not leaving, he said: "I will tell you the way to practice after it is confirmed to be effective."

"It must be useful!"

Goudan replied, but did not stay here any longer.

He didn't like to read in front of others before, and only dared to read secretly in his heart.

After the Master died, this problem suddenly disappeared.