I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

Although the book boy knew some words, he didn't know what the second word of the secret book was.

"Sir, please read this book."

The scholar in blue shirt took the book and looked at the secret book: "The Blood Evil Technique."

"Basic exercises for the first part of Blood Evil Sect's Qi training."

"The formula."

"Practice the Dharma."

"Longing route."

"Comes with two spells."

It was a thin book, and the scholar's eyes were getting bigger and bigger as he flipped through it. Anyone who could read would be able to recognize what was written.

"This is actually an immortal technique!"

"What, Immortal." The book boy took two steps back and pointed at Zhao Shixian's body. He was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

He had just turned through the immortal's underwear.

I apologized again and again in fear.

"Don't blame the Immortal, the Five Treasures are ignorant."

"Don't blame the immortals."

"If this belongs to an immortal, it should also belong to a demonic immortal."

The scholar in green shirt was very courageous. He knelt down and looked at the wounds on Zhao Shixian's body.

Looking back now, it seems that he was injured due to fighting skills.

A sword wound on his chest split his heart, causing the immortal's death.

"If this is really an immortal, then this thing wrapped like a command flag is likely to be a legendary artifact." The scholar held the soul flag.

It was now the hottest summer day, but he felt the coolness in his hands was refreshing, and the sweat caused by walking subsided.

Even if you don't know how to use it, it is more than enough to simply use it to escape the heat.

Tu Shanjun inside the Zunhun Banner let out a long sigh of relief.

He was afraid that the scholars would be ignorant and throw them away as scraps.

Considering that even the villagers knew about the Immortal Master, the legend of the monk must have been widely circulated and believed.

Even the villagers know it, let alone the intellectuals.

Use benefits to lure them, and then supplement them with martial arts and magical powers.

As long as you are a knowledgeable person, you will definitely be able to see the extraordinary quality of the Zunhun Banner and will never throw it away easily.

Now, as long as the other party can practice the technique, they can use the Soul Reverend Banner.

Tushanjun's hanging heart was half relieved.

The other half is worried that scholars have no spiritual roots.

"Wubao, carry the immortal's body on your back."

The scholar found a deserted land where no one often walked, dug a hole with the long decorative sword he wore, and filled it hastily with Zhao Shixian's body.

Another nameless wooden sign was erected.

After prostrating, he said: "Today I, Li Qingfeng, have obtained the immortal skills and artifacts. If I succeed in cultivating the Tao in the future, I will rise up from the immortal body and find a geomantic treasure land to be buried again."

"I hope the immortal will bless you."

Tushanjun, who was placed in the book basket, looked at everything in front of him.

Hatred is naturally hard to eliminate.

Thinking of the suffering he had suffered, a violent look appeared on his face, and the entire soul flag shook.

If possible, he would even like to crush Zhao Shixian's soul to ashes, bury his body vertically in the underworld, and wait for the body to become a zombie and drive him around at will.

It's just that now he is just a middle-grade soul banner, at best, he has an extra main soul at the fourth level of Qi training.

After working for a long time, the sun has already tilted.

While the two were busy, someone else passed by.

There were people in short clothes, carrying poles and carrying unknown things, staggering along the road.

There are also people driving ox carts out.

Most of them are ox carts and donkey carts.

Tu Shanjun also saw that the original black-armored cavalry team was riding a carriage.

dusk.

It's not yet dusk.

Scholar Li Qingfeng and his book boy Wubao are back on the road.

Another lonely grave was left behind.

Li Qingfeng held an umbrella to block the sun and looked through the practice exercises in his hands. The book basket was carried by the book boy Wubao.

Although I was excited, I seemed to have missed something, for fear that people would know.

But he couldn't wait for a moment.

This is a fairy tale.

The Immortal Master and Shenlong in Bafang City has never seen its end, and lives in seclusion.

There was no way for his family to send him into a practicing sect.

He often heard about the sight of immortals, and everyone recognized the existence of immortals, and he even saw an immortal from a distance once.

However, none of these were as exciting as the book in his hand.

"The Blood Demon Technique, the basic Qi training method of the Blood Demon Sect."

"You need to understand the yin and yang at the beginning of the day and at dusk, guide and understand the qi, refine the qi and store it in the Dantian, which will become the first level of qi training."

"Kung Fu formula."

Li Qingfeng muttered the formula and suddenly felt an inexplicable vibration in his mouth.

This kind of vibration is quite rhythmic, so much so that the whole head trembles due to this rhythm, and the body feels comfortable.

Li Qingfeng was overjoyed, put the technique into his arms, and said to himself: "It is indeed an immortal technique, it is really miraculous."

Tu Shanjun, who was in the basket on his back, watched Li Qingfeng's actions.

As expected, Li Qingfeng couldn't help but start practicing.

Because he is an intellectual, his understanding of scriptures is far beyond that of ordinary people.

In fact, it does not require advanced understanding skills. As long as you can recite the mantras and use special Qi-entraining postures, you can feel the Qi when the yin and yang change.

If you have spiritual roots, you will most likely be able to sense the aura mentioned above.

After that, it is about strengthening the realized Qi.

The blood evil method is actually a Zhongbuliu method.

There is an understanding in the seeds of the technique that the Blood Evil Dafa has no attributes and is applicable to any spiritual root. In fact, it is not very powerful in transforming Qi training.

The assistance of blood evil energy also has side effects, but they are relatively small.

It's not that Tu Shanjun doesn't want to teach more advanced techniques, it's that he only has the Blood Evil Technique in his hands.

I'll make do with it for now, and if I have more to do later, I can switch to other exercises.

It's just that it's still unclear whether Li Qingfeng has spiritual roots.

Thanks to his understanding of the seeds of the technique, Tu Shanjun also has a clearer understanding of spiritual roots.

As a Tianlinggen cultivator, after getting the exercises and reading them thoroughly, you will basically have a sense of Qi.

Li Qingfeng had read it by heart several times, and even tried to recite it, but there was still no improvement. It was definitely not Tianlinggen.

Still have to wait and see.

This wait is three months.

Three months went by in the blink of an eye.

Tu Shanjun in the Zunhun Banner has his eyes widened, and his face is a little more ferocious.

He didn't expect that Li Qingfeng's qualifications could be so poor.

In the past three months, after Li Qingfeng returned home, he gave up the Four Books, Five Classics and Classics and History, and studied the 'Blood Evil Dharma' day and night.

And I would go to the medical clinic from time to time to ask for advice on acupuncture points and the direction of meridians.

Wake up day and night to practice.

Don't dare to miss these two yin and yang moments in a day.

You will also shower and change clothes in advance.

Even the cultural gatherings organized by the gangster friends were cancelled, and they did not leave the house at all.

Li Qingfeng's family had some property and could afford to study. He was selected as a scholar in the 17th or 18th grade, and he plunged into the gate of immortality.

Except for three meals a day, I basically don’t go out.

Even his parents thought he was sick.

I asked a doctor several times, but the news I received was that I was not ill, but that I was a little lethargic and had a slight loss of energy and blood.

This frightened his parents, who thought there was a female ghost in the house.

After all, it is said in the novel that a female ghost has entered the scholar's house, bewitching the scholar and absorbing his energy.

From then on, the scholar became addicted to women and had no intention of taking the imperial examination.

He didn't talk about it at all, and even lost his life in the end.

Li Qingfeng explained it several times, but simply stopped explaining it and opened the doors and windows every day to read, looking like he was striving for progress.

This made the two elders in the family feel at ease.

But Tushanjun didn't feel at ease at all. He was getting impatient with waiting.

In the past three months, he told himself over and over again: "It's okay. It's fate that he picked up the soul flag. He will have spiritual roots."

"Those who are destined have spiritual roots."

"It's impossible, I don't believe it!"

As she babbled on, Tu Shanjun felt like she was becoming Xianglin's wife.

It’s not that Tianlinggen Tushanjun recognized it. After all, there are too few geniuses in this world.

But if you don’t feel Qi for two or three days, it means you don’t have dual spiritual roots.

I haven't felt Qi for seven or eight days. It seems that I don't have three spiritual roots.

It's okay, the three spiritual roots in this world are all above average.

But there is no sense of Qi for a month, which is no longer in line with the rules of the four spiritual roots.

Forget about one month, it’s three months.

I haven’t felt breathless for three months.

Tushanjun had given up struggling and resigned himself to fate.

I just feel that nothing is perfect in this world.

Li Qingfeng, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, was not discouraged at all. Although he was a little frustrated, he still insisted on practicing.

Today, the sky is bright and clear.

A ray of light from the eastern sun shines through the window.

Li Qingfeng, whose heart was in the sky, closed his eyes and felt angry, suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes sparkled.

"It's done!"