I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

Chen Luo stood up, took the book, glanced at it, and found the title written in small seal characters on the book: The Record of Hundred Immortals.

‘Hundred Immortals? Not Bai Xian? ’

A thought flashed through Chen Luo's mind, but there was no change on his face.

"This Book of Hundred Immortals is the inheritance I received from the Baixian Cave." Looking at the book in Chen Luo's hand, Changqing's eyes flashed with a trace of reluctance.

"The book records a total of the experiences of a hundred immortals. Most of them are descriptions of life events, which are of little value. Only a few of them talk about the method of cultivation. The 'immortal writing' technique I taught you will It is extracted from the lives of these few people. In addition, there are more profound things in the book. What you can realize is all up to you."

"Is there also a Qi refining method?"

Chen Luo became energetic instantly.

In the past three months, he had been wanting to learn the Qi Refining Method, but Master Changqing refused to teach him. He just told him that if he couldn't learn immortal literature in three months, it would be useless to learn the Qi refining method. Chen Luo had no hope at first, but he didn't expect Master Changqing to suddenly give him the technique again today.

"have."

Master Changqing smiled.

He naturally knew what this disciple wanted to learn. But rules are rules. Since he is the descendant of Baixiandong, he must abide by the rules of Baixiandong. Even if he is the only descendant of Baixiandong in this land.

"Thank you teacher."

Chen Luo put the book away, feeling very excited.

“Practice well, and don’t forget about preaching tomorrow.

After Master Changqing gave a warning, he issued an order to expel the guests.

He is going into seclusion.

"Disciple, please leave first."

Chen Luo stood up, bowed, turned and left the valley.

Cross the mountain path and return to the bamboo forest behind the bookstore.

Chen Luo's appearance immediately attracted the attention of all the disciples. These people are all registered disciples who have passed the Bamboo Sect assessment before. On the outside, each of them is a noble and powerful person. There may even be princes and princesses inside, but in this bamboo forest, they are just ordinary disciples. When everyone sees Chen Luo, they will feel shorter and stand up spontaneously to salute him.

"I've met senior brother."

It is no secret that Chen Luo was accepted as his direct disciple by Master Chang Qing.

Their noble status outside is nothing compared to that of immortal disciples. Even Tian Yonglu, who came in with Chen Luo, is now cautiously standing on the outside, and the arrogance he once had has long since disappeared.

While studying in Zhulin, he was hit hard.

The things taught in the bamboo forest are very profound, and his qualifications can barely keep up here, let alone pass the test and become a true disciple of the 'immortal'.

Every time he saw Chen Luo, a thought would flash through his mind subconsciously.

‘This is the real genius, I am just a mediocre person who is slightly better than ordinary people. ’

"Teacher is in retreat. I will teach you the rest of the class."

After saying a few words, Chen Luo left directly.

"Teacher is in seclusion?!"

"Although Senior Brother Chen is a genius, his cultivation time is still short after all."

There were sounds of discussion behind them, but Chen Luo didn't know what was being discussed specifically. Because he had already left Zhumen and returned to Huwei Escort Agency.

When I walked to the door of the escort agency. On the steps at the door, Ruan Xiaohu, who was cooking, immediately waved and said hello.

"Senior brother, are you back from practicing immortality?"

Ruan Xiaohu was talking and cooking at the same time, with grains of rice hanging on his little face, and a small tuft of hair on the top of his head, which made him look extremely cute.

"yes."

After touching Xiaohu's head, Chen Luo went back to the room directly.

Since he became a disciple of Master Chang Qing, he has become the most distinguished person in Huwei Escort Agency. Now the courtyard where he lives is cleaned by dedicated personnel, and no one is allowed to enter without permission.

In order to please this nephew, Ruan Jianglong, the uncle, was ashamed of himself.

Tiantian lets his son sit at the door and get close to each other, so that when Chen Luo becomes an immortal in the future, he can help his father and son.

Returning to the courtyard, Chen Luo closed the door.

He went to the table and put the "Hundred Immortals" given to him by Master Changqing on the table, and then opened it carefully.

I don’t know what material the book is made of, but I feel a touch of warmth when my hand touches it.

Turning to the first page, Chen Luo saw a big word "immortal". This font is also a compiled font, which is one of the knowledge taught by Master Changqing. With the help of more than a hundred brains, Chen Luo has naturally learned it long ago.

After turning over the word 'immortal' on the side page, the real content begins on the third page.

The content of the book is the same as the name. It truly records the deeds of one hundred 'immortals'.

The first immortal to be narrated was named 'Zuo Meng'. He was an expert who attained enlightenment in a dream. His life experiences were like a dream. Chen Luo was confused when he read it, and he couldn't get any valuable content at the end. .

‘Records are confusing and worthless. ’

‘It must have been a drunken act! ’

More than a hundred brain feelings in his mind are similar to his.

"There is something wrong with the people in this book. Many key parts are like fog. After reading them, they are forgotten. They cannot be remembered or described." A thought suddenly appeared in Chen Luo's mind.

He is an ordinary charlatan with no qualifications.

This brain usually performs very mediocrely, without any outstanding features, but today when I looked through "The Record of Hundred Immortals", I saw a different result.

Flowers are blooming, each one different.

This is how Chen Luo feels now.

After writing down the feedback given by this 'brain', he turned to the fourth page.

As he read, the power from the book slowly escaped, and the candlelight on the table became dim. It seemed that there were words floating in the room, but when he looked carefully, he saw that Nothing again.

The content on the fourth page is the same as before. It tells about another ‘immortal’. This immortal’s name is ‘Wu Chong’, who turned out to be a gangster.

Pages five and six.

Chen Luo flipped through page after page, and the time outside passed by quietly.

The new moon is high and the stars are dotted.

squeak

The wooden window suddenly shook, and a gust of wind blew in from the outside.

The "Hundred Immortals" that Chen Luo placed on the table was blown by the wind and turned quickly. Between the jumping pages, it seemed that a hazy "immortal" came out of the book.

This immortal has long hair and a green shirt, and his unearthly aura is like the person in the painting.

He stood in front of the book, looked at Chen Luo up and down, and then suddenly said with a smile.

"Alright."

After the words were spoken, Chen Luo felt a blur in front of his eyes, as if his soul had left his body, and he flew away from the house.

Looking up, there is Yunwu Fairy Mountain in front of me.

On it, a huge white dragon surrounded the fairy mountain, with clouds and mist rising at his feet. When the clouds and mist dispersed, he had already appeared in a fairy temple.

Just watch the 'immortal in green' wave his hand towards the jade tablet on the fairy mountain.

There is an extra row of small characters on it.

‘The thirty-ninth generation disciple of Baixiandong——Chen Luo. ’

boom! !

White light circulated, and Chen Luo suddenly woke up.

Suddenly he stood up from the table, took a closer look, and found that he was still in the room. The wooden window next to it was making a squeaking sound. On the table, the oil lamp was beating quietly. The "Hundred Immortals Record" below was pressed under his hand. The unfolded page recorded It is the life of 'White Immortal' Tsing Yi.