Modern Immortality: My Gain Takes Effect A Hundred Times

Zhao Wumian followed Zhao Changren and the others to a depression near the top of the mountain.

In this slightly flat land, there is a small bamboo forest, and deep in the bamboo forest is a bamboo building.

Qinglong Jingge is written in Song script on the bamboo tower, which is the Qinglong Jingshi mentioned by Zhao Changren before.

As soon as Zhao Wumian followed Zhao Changren to the attic, he felt a great change in his aura.

It's midsummer, and even if you're in the shade, you shouldn't have such a refreshing and cool atmosphere.

The people he faced were all Zhao Wumian's own relatives, so Zhao Wumian did not keep his doubts in his heart.

Instead, he directly asked why the attic was unusually cool.

"Grandpa, why did I feel like it was winter as soon as I came to the attic, with cold wind blowing, refreshing and refreshing."

Zhao Changren was a little surprised by Zhao Wumian's sharp senses. Are there really two worlds inside the attic and outside the attic?

However, Zhao Changren thought that his grandson already possesses some master's body, so it is understandable that he has these special abilities.

"Yes, this brothel forbidden pavilion is located in the center of a Feng Shui chess game."

Zhao Changren suppressed the surprise in his heart and quickly answered Zhao Wumian's doubts.

"I see. No wonder it's the same season here and outside, but there's such a huge difference."

Zhao Wumian nodded upon seeing this, and then returned to his quail state, with the old god still following behind Zhao Changren.

"I thought you kid would be interested in the Feng Shui chess game, but I didn't expect you to stop asking after just one question."

Zhao Changren knew very well how attractive these fantasy and Feng Shui chess games were to young people.

Even he, who claimed to be steady at the beginning, chose to give up after studying for a while and constantly running into obstacles.

Seeing Zhao Wumian, there was no obvious curiosity about it, so Zhao Changren couldn't help but ask.

"I'm not very interested. Now I just want to establish a cauldron on Wu Dao, and I don't have that much energy to be distracted."

Zhao Wumian responded nonchalantly while thinking in his heart.

"Unless it's something that can speed up my martial arts advancement, or something that interests me."

Feng shui is very difficult to learn once you hear it, and you must rely on external interference all year round to gradually form a feng shui situation.

For people like Zhao Wumian who like quick results and miracles with great force, this is too useless.

No matter how many fates you have, I can break them all by myself.

This is the martial arts that Zhao Wumian longs for.

"I didn't expect you to understand this truth at such a young age. Not bad."

Zhao Changde was listening on the sidelines. After hearing Zhao Wumian's answer, he happily touched his goatee and praised him with admiration.

After hearing Zhao Wumian's answer, Zhao Changren on the side became even more satisfied with Zhao Wumian, his precious grandson.

"An earthworm has no sharp claws and teeth, nor strong muscles and bones. It eats earth and drinks from the underworld. It only has one intention."

Zhao Wuming chuckled and chose to use Xunzi's famous saying to express his ambition to pursue martial arts.

After everyone listened and looked at each other, they could see the admiration for Zhao Wumian's character in each other's eyes.

At this time, Zhao Changren stepped forward, opened the door to the attic, and then led everyone in.

Before he entered the door, Zhao Wumian's eyes were already looking toward the center of the attic.

In the very center of the attic is a square open space filled with sunlight. A strange formation is painted on the open space with unknown paint.

Seeing this, Zhao Wumian discovered that the middle of the attic was actually hollow.

This structure makes it easier for the sunlight from above to slant down, but it may be a little hot, but strangely, even in such a large sunny attic, it is still very refreshing.

Moreover, Zhao Wumian found that the place was extremely clean and tidy, not like the kind of clean that was often cleaned, but naturally insect-free and spotless.

Seeing this, Zhao Wumian finally became interested in Feng Shui Abandonment.

However, Zhao Wumian doesn't know how to learn it on his own, which would be a waste of his precious time. He thinks that when he becomes a master in the future, he can build a house by himself and find a Feng Shui master to help him build it.

Zhao Wumian looked around and knew that there were a total of 81 rooms on the first floor of the attic.

It's just that many rooms have names on them, and it seems that they all have owners.

Even if there were still vacancies, Zhao Wumian did not think that Zhao Changren would arrange such a simple room for him.

After all, Zhao Wumian has been loved by ordinary people since he was a child, so he naturally knows his grandfather very well.

If there was a ranking list for protecting shortcomings in Lu Province, his grandfather Zhao Changren would definitely be at the top of the list.

It's really great to have such a grandpa. Zhao Wumian sighed in his heart about his happiness while looking at the objects in the attic.

The entire attic is in the shape of a square, with huge pillars at the four corners of the building.

On each pillar, there is a vivid green dragon hovering. This time, Zhao Wumian recognized the four-image formation based on the pictures on the ground. However, what puzzled Zhao Wumian was that these four images were all green dragons.

Zhao Wumian thought, this should be the origin of Qinglong Quiet Room.

The higher you go to the top, the greener the pillars become. I don’t know why, but I think it has something to do with the role of this Feng Shui chess game.

Zhao Wumian raised his head and looked up, and could vaguely see that outside the rooms on the second floor, there were green walls that resembled vines gathering together.

Zhao Wumian came back to his senses and followed Zhao Changren and others into the attic.

As soon as Pu entered the door, Zhao Wumian felt as refreshed as if he had entered a cold pool, and he felt waves of cold air flowing from his rooftop to his head.

My thinking seemed to be much lighter, and a buff appeared on the Shuxin panel at the right moment.

Lingtai Qingming: directly avoids the irritability caused by long-term dance practice, and has a blessing effect on understanding martial arts (such as Hunyuan Zhuang Kung and other static skills)

Zhao Wumian rubbed his hands and couldn't wait to find a good place to start practicing martial arts.

"Mien'er, come upstairs with me and pick a room."

When Zhao Changren saw the expressive look in Zhao Wumian's eyes, he knew that his little grandson could no longer wait, so he stopped trying to be pretentious and directly said what Zhao Wumian wanted to hear.

Then he stood up and walked towards the stairs. As he walked up, he motioned for Zhao Wumian to follow him.

Several other grandfathers also followed Zhao Wumian silently.

They all wanted to see what choice they, the emperor's outstanding grandson, would make.

After Zhao Wumian followed Zhao Changren to the second floor, he discovered through careful observation that what he saw in front of him was not realistic at all.

There are 18 rooms on the second floor. You can tell from the wooden sign at the door that about half of the rooms are still vacant.

Zhao Wumian also saw a vivid wood carving that resembled a partition outside each room.

Most of the wood carvings are about half a foot wide and about a foot long. They are carved with various kinds of wood animals, and Zhao Wumian can't recognize them all.

There were still lush growths on it, some plants that Zhao Wumian could not recognize at all.

Zhao Wumian never thought that plants could grow on wooden sculptures that were completely separated from the ground.

And there are bursts of aroma coming out from these wood carvings and spreading to every corner of the second floor.

Zhao Wumian didn't smell anything when he was on the first floor.

"Does this aroma only stay on the second floor?"

Zhao Wumian looked around and didn't attract any birds or beasts, so he thought about it.

After Zhao Wumian took a deep breath, he felt that his buff was more stable and peaceful.

And I feel a bit of cool air flowing down the nostrils into the lungs, and then transported to each cell.

It's like taking a dip in a clear spring all the time, although the coolness may be a little lacking, as if you were fished out as soon as you fell into the water.

"Mien'er, hurry up and choose. You can choose any room without a name in front of the door. As long as you can find a room with a name, I'll give it to you."

Zhao Changren pointed to the room with his name on it, raised his eyebrows, and then said happily to Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian looked around from beginning to end. Counterclockwise from the room where Zhao Changren was, all of them were Zhao Wumian's grandfather, who was born in the Chang family.

Grandpas like Zhao Wumian are at least in the realm of transformation masters. If ten Zhao Wumians come together, they will definitely not be able to defeat them.

Zhao Wumian rolled his eyes at Zhao Changren when he saw this, and then looked at the remaining two rooms.

Of the remaining two rooms, one has the name of Zhao Wumian's brother, Zhao Wou-Ki.

The other one is also written by a non-character named Zhao Wuyu, and I guess his strength is not too far behind that of Zhao Wuji.

Otherwise, there are at least a dozen people in the no-name generation, and why are there only two names named Zhao Wuji and Zhao Wuyu.

Otherwise, it would be the same as his own talent. Zhao Wumian thought that it would be rare for anyone with a talent like his to come out in a thousand years, so he defaulted to the result of the previous one.

Seeing this, Zhao Wumian knew in his heart that he was not going to choose a room that had been chosen by others.

Not only did he not want to hurt his friendship or be defeated, but the main reason was that he did not want to use second-hand ones. Zhao Wumian did not want to use what others had used.

Then Zhao Wumian looked at the remaining nine rooms one by one. Even from a distance, Zhao Wumian couldn't see any difference.

Although these rooms have no names, Zhao Wumian can still see the subtle differences based on the wood carvings in front of the rooms.

It's a pity that Zhao Wumian doesn't know much about the strange beasts on these targets, so Zhao Wumian chooses to cheat and look for them.

Zhao Wumian slowly closed his eyes, slowed down his breathing, and began to carefully feel the changes in his body.

Zhao Changde looked at Zhao Wumian, closed his eyes and started to search. Then he touched his goatee and secretly guessed which room Zhao Wumian would choose.

Due to the influence of a hundred times the income, every bit of coolness is very obvious to Zhao Wumian's careful feeling.

Zhao Wumian slowly began to move according to how much cold air entered his chest.

Then they came to the longest and narrowest wooden sculpture in the entire hall.

It was a wood carving in the image of a dragon with teeth and claws. Among the eighteen wood carvings present, it was the most exquisite. It seemed as if it would burst out of the curtain in the next second, turn into a walking dragon, and soar into the sky.

Everyone looked at Zhao Wumian stopping in front of this wood carving, and looked at the sky from the gap in the middle of the attic with confusion.

"Don't you care about life?"

Everyone unanimously thought of this famous saying of King Zhou.

They didn't know whether King Zhou had a destiny or not.

But now they believe that their grandson, Zhao Wumian, may really have a destiny.

Otherwise, why have all kinds of incredible things happened to him recently, and he happened to choose the most noble and important horned wood dragon among the eighteen wood attribute gods in Qinglong?

Zhao Wumian slowly opened his eyes and saw a mythical beast with a fish body and a snake tail, four limbs and sharp eyes, facing him.

Under the illumination of the light, the green light emitted by the wood sculptures, like the power of the god of wood, slowly flows into the attic space with the air.

"Grandpa, this is what I choose."

Zhao Wumian pointed at the long and narrow wooden sculpture in front of him and said.

"The mythical beast on this wooden sculpture is called the Horned Wood Dragon. It controls the power of spring and is the first of the seven places of the Canglong."

Zhao Changren saw that Zhao Wumian had chosen the room. It was the wood divine beast with the highest status among all the divine beasts present, and he couldn't help but happily explained to Zhao Wumian.

"So this is the Jiaomu Jiao? It's much more powerful than what was said in the book."

While Zhao Wumian praised the power of the wood carving, he imagined how skilled the person who carved this wood carving must be.

"No matter how powerful the Jiaomu Jiao is, it is not just the god of Qinglong. Mian'er, you are the true dragon of my Zhao family."

Zhao Changren said as he followed Zhao Wumian into the room.

After Zhao Wumian entered the room, he was shocked by the miraculous carving technology.

The entire room has not changed much except for the floor, which is hollowed out and carved with horned wood dragons in various postures.

When the horned wood dragon goes out to hunt for food, it faces the dominance and ferocity of its prey.

There is also the Jiaomu Jiao who is facing the gentleness and silence of the sacrifice when presiding over the spring birth.

And next to each wood carving, there are many crops dotted next to the hornwood dragon.

When Zhao Wumian saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but wonder how the craftsmen who carved these items completed this epic Jiaomu Jiao Quiet Room.

"Grandpa, who built this Qinglong Pavilion?"

Zhao Wumian had doubts in his heart and immediately asked directly.

"This Qinglong Pavilion has a history of nearly three hundred years. It was the greatest work created by a master who was at the peak of his power. After he could not improve his cultivation, he studied carving for decades."

Zhao Changren explained the origins of the builder of Qinglong Pavilion.

Zhao Changren couldn't help but lament that such a hero had stopped at the peak of his strength, but he couldn't help but admire his perseverance and admire his superb skills.