Immortal Immortal

As the township examination gets closer and closer, Qingzhen becomes increasingly deserted.

To be precise, all the towns within the scope of the Jiantongue Sect have fallen into a situation where the streets are deserted, and there is no trace of the bustle of the past.

Even though there are still twenty or thirty days left for the provincial examination, people have already closed their shops early, and there are no people even on the official roads outside the town.

They know that the provincial examination involves the Jiantongue Sect, and if they are not careful, it may affect Chiyu.

Looking at the entire Qing Town, only the brothel is still open, mainly to entertain the immortals. It can be seen that Jackdaw is still free to enjoy himself when the trouble comes.

As soon as it gets dark, the windows of Xinghua Building will reveal a bit of dim light. The red lanterns sway with the breeze and the candlelight flickers.

You can vaguely see the figures of Yingying and Yanyan among them.

Li Mo carried a sack filled with herbs and walked cautiously through the streets and alleys.

His expression was full of fear, and he looked like a common man, but in fact, he had been perfecting the strategy on how to obtain the technique in his mind.

"You must have an identity that can expose you to the provincial examination..."

There will definitely be an "invigilator" from the Jiantongue Sect in the provincial examination. Whether the Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivator can make waves is still unknown.

Li Mo came to the side door of Xinghua Building and knocked a few times. Soon a madam twisted her waist and opened the side door, and the fragrance of powder came to his face.

The guests who came to Xinghua House all called the madam "Wu Niang".

Within five years, Li Mo had naturally figured out everything about Qingzhen, and he could even name the beggars on the street.

He has frequent contacts with Xinghualou on weekdays, mainly because of the oiran's demand for medicinal herbs.

After all, oirans are all mortals, so it is inevitable to use herbs to heal the rot of the flesh. How can there be any human skin magic weapon from Qinghonghualou?

The madam suppressed the flirtatious look in her eyes. When facing Li Mo, she somehow thought of her child who was bitten to death by a demon more than ten years ago.

"Heizi, you are the only one willing to send me the herbs."

"Here, take the reward."

The madam was very polite and handed Li Mo a heavy money bag. Even though the reward money was filled with copper coins, it was not stingy.

"Wu Niang is welcome."

"I brought some more herbs. I will have to stay at home starting tomorrow."

The old bustard did not embarrass Li Mo and nodded and said: "Indeed, there will be immortals coming one after another within the ten days of the provincial examination. Heizi, you'd better be careful and don't go out again."

"Thank you Wu Niang for reminding me."

She bent down to count the herbs, and her half-covered clothes revealed a large amount of white snow, but no matter how good the gouache was, it couldn't cover up the corpse spots.

Li Mo pretended to look towards Xinghua Tower and saw a dozen courtesans wiping their skin.

Flower houses in the mortal world rely entirely on courtesans to maintain their bodies. They are also under thirty years old and are more or less rotten.

The madam couldn't help complaining: "Without a doctor during the provincial examination for a few months, I'm afraid the girls in Xinghualou will be rotten."

They mainly use herbal medicine to forcefully stimulate the growth of the skin and heal the skin. The disadvantage is that the fatal disease will only get worse in the body.

But no one cares about it. Death disease is a stubborn disease that cannot be avoided.

"Wu Niang, I'm proficient in medical skills, why don't you let me try it?"

"What? Oh~~"

The madam was a little surprised, but when he saw Li Mo looking at Li Mo, who was in his early twenties, he couldn't help but show a familiar expression, and then waved.

"Come in and take a look, but don't make too much noise. There is an immortal in the private room upstairs."

Li Mo followed the old bustard, and as soon as he entered the Xinghua Tower, he was surrounded by Yingying and Yanyan, who were all making unexplained jokes.

He looked around quietly.

Sure enough, there was no mistake. The Hualou was one of the few places where the multi-dimensional infant demon cultivators did not intervene, perhaps because the business of wine and meat was easy to see through.

The oirans came over one after another and looked at the cold-faced Li Mo.

The more courageous oiran had already put his delicate hands on Li Mo's shoulders, and the body fragrance mixed with corpse odor made Li Mo frown.

"Brother, I heard that you are good at consultation, why not help sister..."

Li Mo grabbed the bloodless arm on his shoulder and pulled out a piece of silk from his arms while everyone watched in astonishment.

The silver needle was connected to the silk, and the wound on the arm was sutured in just a few breaths.

Due to the fineness of the silk, there are almost no traces of stitching, and Li Mo's craftsmanship is simply amazing in their eyes.

The madam opened her mouth wide, "Heizi, what kind of medical skills are you doing?"

She recalled that there were indeed rumors in the morning market that Li Mo had good medical skills, but few people could see the latter showing off his skills.

"It's passed down in the family. If Wu Niang thinks it's suitable, I'll help you mend it for free."

"Mr. Li is here to help."

The madam said respectfully that the doctor's status was not low in Qingzhen, and she felt that with Li Mo's age, he would become prominent sooner or later.

Yingying Yanyan became more enthusiastic, and Li Mo skillfully sutured the wound.

He didn't stop working until late at night. After the oiran thanked her, they all went back to the side room to rest. Before leaving, they all gave Li Mo secret glances.

During this period, there were constant noises coming from the second floor, which obviously originated from the immortal mentioned by the old bustard.

The madam was waiting nearby for a long time. She was just over forty years old. She still retained the habit of sleeping and couldn't help but yawn repeatedly.

"Thank you sir. If you don't mind, I can give you another thank you gift."

"Wu Niang, I'm leaving first. There's no need to see me off."

"I……"

Li Mo walked out of the lobby quickly, but the madam didn't get up when he saw this.

Anyway, the Provincial Examination was approaching, and there wasn't even a ghost on the street. Even if the side door was wide open, no one would dare to come.

"Real people don't show their faces."

The madam shook her head slightly, turned around and walked into the wing of the back room.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she left, Li Mo quietly returned to the lobby and walked lightly to the second floor of Xinghua Building.

The only room that was permanently lit could hear faint curses coming from it.

Li Mo opened the door without hesitation.

What came into view was a male cultivator sitting on the edge of the bed, mumbling indistinctly to himself. The oiran behind him had passed out.

"Are you Wu Wei?"

"Well."

Li Mo's expression showed no surprise. Before the man could speak, he stepped forward and broke the man's neck.

The man's face was full of astonishment, and there was obviously no tongue in his open mouth. He stared at Li Mo in disbelief before he died.

"you……"

The last thing he saw was a bloody intestine sticking out of Li Mo's palm, dragging him directly into the closed furnace.

After the final Tao seed was merged into Mayfly Yimeng, the magical power can be used more covertly.

The man soon turned into ashes, leaving only the Taoist robes and accessories he wore during his lifetime, which were all inferior artifacts.

"It turns out that the casual cultivators in Qingzhen were once members of the Jiantongue Sect."

Li Mo had come into contact with casual cultivators four years ago and found that they generally lacked tongues, so he realized that casual cultivators also came from the Sword Tongue Sect.

He took out the casual cultivator's storage bag and found a few letters from home that had never been sent, and made some inferences from the one-sided information.

After the Jianyu Sect passes the provincial examination and selects scholars to enter, they do not directly become outer disciples, but have to be servant disciples for a period of time.

If the servant disciples fail to improve their cultivation, they will be demoted from the Immortal Sect.

Most of the handyman disciples were unwilling to accept the status quo and chose to leave the scope of the Sword Tongue Sect and go to the outside world to look for opportunities to advance to the foundation-building stage.

Although Wu Wei has not given up practicing, he is nearly fifty years old and is only at the second level of Qi training.

He is greedy for the prosperity of the mortal world, but at the same time he is afraid of the dangers of the world of immortality, so he simply stays in Qingzhen and spends his days living in debauchery.

It can also be seen from this that it is very difficult for casual cultivators to find a way out.

In Wu Wei's storage bag, there is also a skull-shaped jade slip from Jackdaw. The latter asked Wu Wei to sit in the east examination room during the provincial examination, and he would be rewarded with ten low-grade spiritual stones afterwards.

"If you pretend to be Wu Wei, you're safe."

Wu Wei's importance in the provincial examination is not high, he will not attract the attention of the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator, and he will not get the attention of the disciples of the Jiantongue Sect.

The East Examination Hall is far away from the Tutu Temple, so you can completely watch the changes.

Li Mo also analyzed Wu Wei's previous exercises [Xiyue Eight Swords Tie] through the corpse, but only the content of the total period.

He is naturally interested in the system of sword cultivation, but the Eight Swords of Huashan lacks the key method of condensing the natal flying sword. It only contains the content of transporting spiritual energy, which is of little reference significance.

So much so that after the original Tao seed was digested, no waves were produced.

"It's a pity. If you know how to refine the natal flying sword, you might be able to perfect the Big Cancer."

Li Mo secretly urged the roe deer owl to swallow him, and his flesh and bones began to squirm.

His figure gradually moved closer to the man's, and simple surgery made his facial features similar. Finally, he put on the Taoist robe intact.

Li Mo's tongue also shrank and disappeared due to the roe owl swallowing him.

The changes in appearance are temporary, just to better suit the identity of a sword cultivator.

Immediately afterwards, Li Mo controlled the Xue Zanghun to loosen the restraint on the two middle Dantians, and the two spiritual powers surged out. After merging with each other, they imitated Wu Wei's iron Qiu spiritual power of the metal and earth attributes.

"call."

The cancer then spread to the heart, and a short time later a sarcoma the size of an eyeball grew.

The sarcoma was hollow, and Li Mo stored the spiritual power of metal and earth inside, so it would not be a big problem to use it as a central Dantian for the time being.

"Fortunately, Wu Wei is not in the Qi training stage. It will be difficult to switch to the foundation building stage. If the imitation spiritual power is too much, it will definitely be easy to lose control."

Li Mo brewed for a few breaths, and his whole body exuded the faint spiritual power of the second level of Qi training, which was no different from Wu Wei who he had secretly observed many times.

There are five casual cultivators in Qingzhen, and Wu Wei is the most taciturn.

Li Mo had secretly observed that Wu Wei usually walked alone even when he went to Hualou, and rarely responded when he was approached by colleagues.

Wu Wei is the most suitable candidate to replace him.

"You have to be prepared for the possibility of a fight."

When the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator causes trouble, Li Mo will inevitably be affected. Wu Wei probably hasn't made a move in Qingzhen for decades, so it's not difficult to fool them.

Li Mo rummaged through the storage bag, which was filled with women's underwear. He could even see two soaked women's heads. Finally, he noticed Wu's flying sword in the wooden box.

The Flying Sword is not a natal magic weapon, but an ordinary third-level low-grade magic weapon. It looks like a sharpened leg bone.

Li Mo really looked down on Feijian and didn't even bother to refine it.

He pointed a finger, and the cancer cells penetrated into the feijian of the leg bone. Soon the cancer cells spread all over the inside and outside of the instrument, with thin blood streaks growing out.

"receive."

Li Mo followed Wu Wei's example and dropped the leg bone flying sword into the wooden box, then carried it on his back.

Who dares to say that I am not a swordsman?