Tiandao doesn't work today

Can you never read another book?

Yan Nu scratched his head. He finally got rid of the situation of being continuously hunted and planned to study hard.

I was running happily in the woods, but I picked up a piece of paper and couldn't read anymore?

"I can't see this. What does it mean?" Yan Nu asked.

Qingniao sighed: "Except for this book, I can't understand any other books."

"I am an immortal cultivator, so I will definitely read some Taoist scriptures, spell scrolls and the like."

“But since I got the book, looking at them has been like watching a child doodle.”

"The content is confusing, it feels like a bunch of symbols, and it's inscrutable."

Yan Nu looked at the page in his hand again. To him, the words on it were like enigmatic symbols.

"It's like you can't read?"

Unexpectedly, Qingniao said: "It's a weirder feeling than not being able to read. There is no pattern at all."

As Yan Nu continued to fly towards the outside of the mountain, he asked, "Is it okay if I don't read the book and read something else?"

"I understand what you mean. I used to think so too." Qingniao said a little depressed: "But I tried bamboo slips, stone carvings, and even jade slips and documents recorded in magical instruments, but I couldn't understand them all."

"Ah?" Yan Nu opened his mouth wide: "Isn't this possible? I can't even ask someone to write it on the sand and teach me?"

Qingniao said firmly: "No, I tried everything, and then I realized that these are all 'books'."

"How could..." Yan Nu's eyebrows drooped, looking depressed.

Qingniao explained: "Books are not only made of paper. There was no paper in the pre-Qin period. At that time, bamboo slips were used, and people called them 'bamboo books'."

"In ancient times, characters were carved on tortoise shells and ox bones, which were both called 'books'."

"For example, the Hetu Luoshu is also called the 'Turtle Book' because it is written on the back of a turtle."

"The word "book" is very ancient. The earliest way to write it was in the shape of a root, a trunk, a branch, or a stem. It was actually a pen with a box underneath to represent the written words."

"The meaning is the same as 'writing', which refers to writing and recording."

"Later, it evolved into all carriers that carry text, which are called books."

Yan Nu was fascinated and suddenly said: "Eh? I can understand what you are dictating like this."

Blue Bird affirmed: "Yes, dictation is okay."

"From then on, I always had people read the scriptures to me."

Yan Nu nodded. Although he couldn't read the book, he could be taught by others... but it would be more troublesome for others.

"You said before that there is a price for writing upwards?" Yan Nu asked again.

Qingniao was filled with emotion: "Yes, there are about 500 kinds of spells written in the Book of Ten Thousand Arts. Not all spells are really there, and I found that the handwriting is diverse, and there are even passages of text that are not spells."

"Combined with the fact that there was no name on the cover of the book, I realized that the book was probably blank to begin with."

"It was the predecessors who figured out how to use it, experienced generations of users, wrote down some spells, passed through several people, and finally got these five hundred spells in my hands."

Yan Nu suddenly realized: "No wonder it is in tatters. It seems that this book has gone through a lot."

"Did you steal it from someone else?"

"Ahem..." Qingniao coughed, and finally said honestly: "I killed a heaven-defying person and got it from him..."

Just because he had robbed it once, he had some understanding of rare objects, but he was still one-sided. When he bumped into Yan Slave for the second time, he wanted to try again, but he fell hard...

Qingniao continued: "In short, I found that the spells were added by the holders of the past generations and wrote down the names. As long as there is such a spell in the world, it can be used at a glance."

"But the price is that you can no longer create or learn spells."

"And every time you write a word, it will destroy a person. Then when that person writes a second word, the handwriting will disappear, and you have to find someone else to write it."

Yan Nu lowered his head and scanned it. There were at least forty words on this page alone.

He couldn't help but ask: "You said there were more than 500 spells written in the book. How many people have been crippled..."

"I have counted, more than two thousand words." Qingniao muttered: "It is impossible that so many monks have used it, so it should be written by mortals. Mortals can't learn spells anyway, so it doesn't matter if they lose creativity."

Yan Nu listened and realized that the man had already run out of the mountain.

He rolled up a page of paper, put it away close to his body, and said, "Release your consciousness, I'll look for my sister."

Without saying a word, Qingniao unfolded his spiritual consciousness and saw a radius of three thousand feet in his eyes, which was only a small twenty miles.

The farthest point has reached the original valley.

Yan Nu shared the vision of his spiritual consciousness, and soon discovered Huang Banyun. This boy was leading a monkey, covered in naked fruits, and weaving a grass skirt.

He immediately ran straight in Huang Banyun's direction.

On the way, Yan Nu also studied the knife on his stomach. He found that after pulling out the knife, various abilities could still be used, but if he threw it away, he would not be able to use it.

This knife is really like a super organ of your own, plug and play.

And just touch it, even if it's tied with hair.

"Eh?" While he was studying, the wound on his stomach healed quickly.

He tried to insert it back, but the knife couldn't even pierce the skin.

"Would you like to eat this?"

Yan Nu saw that the tip of the knife had long since disappeared, leaving only half of it.

Apparently when it was inserted into the stomach before, the tip of the knife pierced the stomach pouch, causing the characteristics of digestion to adapt to it.

He wondered, if he ate it directly and digested it completely, would those abilities return to his body?

Yan Nu grunted, opened his mouth and ate half of the knife.

Sure enough, when it was in the throat, the knife melted and disappeared.

There is something in him that ignores its own resistance, and that is the digestive system.

As long as you get used to what you have eaten, you will be able to digest it no matter how many times you eat it. Unlike his teeth, after biting and getting used to it, they couldn't bite it a second time.

It seems that his 'digestion' takes priority over adaptive functions such as 'symbiosis' and 'resistance'.

"Fire talisman!" Yan Nu thought, and a will-o'-the-wisp appeared in the Lingxu acupoint.

Then with another operation, the Xuanji point burst out with billowing infuriating energy.

When I came back, the fire talisman was in the Lingxu point, the water talisman was in the Shenzang point, and the Xuanji Huagai two points, the Taihuang White Jade Gong, and the Fenyi Liehuo were also in the Dantian.

Yan Nu could feel all of this, but... sharing the consciousness of Blue Bird, he couldn't see it at all.

It's as if these characteristics exist secretly.

Unless they are mobilized, or activated.

"Huh!" Yan Nu casually mobilized the century-old energy to gather in Dantian, and now he could see it.

From the perspective of spiritual consciousness, these true qi emerge from the acupuncture points out of thin air and rush into the Dantian.

Only he can feel that he still has an invisible power of 2.3 million years.

This is actually more like the state of the characteristics of strange objects.

The characteristics themselves are invisible, just like the knife and the Book of Ten Thousand Methods. They seem ordinary. Who knows what characteristics they have without showing them?

It's as if they exist in a special realm.

Now the various characteristics of Yan Slave are also in this state.

"Hey, the knife has grown again!" Yan Nu clearly saw with his spiritual consciousness that a knife grew next to his kidney.

It feels like flesh and blood are being regenerated, moistened by spring water.

"So it's not eating grass, but really the same as growing meat..."

"This kind of organ can only be repaired after it has been destroyed."

Yan Nu quickly understood that this was the same thing as having his heart destroyed and then having his flesh and blood regenerated.

He groped for a while, but couldn't open his stomach at all, so he casually broke off a thick branch, sharpened it with his true energy, and stabbed it hard.

With a puff, Yan Nu bared his teeth, endured the severe pain, and finally dug out the knife again.

But if you just hold it in your hand, it will not grow a second sword.

Until Yan Nu threw it away casually, with a bang, the knife plunged into the rock.

Next to the kidney, it started to itch again, and the knife slowly grew.

"Can I keep giving birth to this knife..."

"And...the knife won't be hurt by rocks?"

Under the scanning of his spiritual consciousness, Yan Nu could see clearly that the knife had penetrated into the rock without any damage.

This made Yan Nu's eyes light up and he spit out fire. Sure enough, the flames couldn't melt it.

You must know that at the beginning, this knife was very ordinary, and it was almost dissolved by the flames of Yan Nu.

There is no doubt that this knife, as the organ of Yan Slave, has also inherited the various resistances of Yan Slave's body.

"That's true for knives, and it must be true for other things too."

"As long as it is adapted into an organ, even if it is an ordinary thing, it will at least possess my various resistances."

"I should have known this, I should have adapted to the Black Iron Spear last night, so that it wouldn't be melted by my own flames."

Yan Nu muttered, although he gave it to himself, he still felt a little guilty for losing Huang Banyun's family heirloom.

However, he didn't plan to get himself a handy weapon right away. After all, if he wanted to start adapting, he would have to 'shine in the sky and shine in all directions', attracting countless powerful enemies.

Wouldn't that just go back again? With great difficulty, all his attributes have turned into hidden mode, and now all he can think about is understanding the world from a normal perspective.

"Reading, studying... no, studying, I want to study hard!"

Yan Nu dug out the second knife. After all, it was too strange to have this thing in his stomach.

He tied two knives to his hair, one dangling behind each ear.

Then he happily used his centuries-old skills and ran wildly, with two knives flying in his hair.

From a distance, I saw Huang Banyun with a monkey on his head and a grass skirt wrapped around his waist.

Yan Nu grinned and waved desperately: "Ban Yun! I'm here!"

When Huang Banyun saw him, he was stunned for a moment, and then he ran towards him with great joy: "Brother Jiang!"

"Hahaha!" Yan Nu gave him a bear hug when they met: "I have clothes on, and you are still naked?"

Huang Banyun was very embarrassed: "Isn't it beaten to pieces last night...Who gave you these clothes?"

"A monk, he also gave me a pill, but my injuries are healed, you can take it." Yan Nu handed over the pill.

Huang Banyun smiled: "No, just put it away. Fairy Shen has healed all my injuries."

Yan Nu quickly asked: "Where are my sister and the old ghost hiding? I didn't even notice them. Take me there quickly."

Huang Banyun's smile faded and he was stunned: "Didn't they pick you up?"

"What? No! Where did they go?" Yan Nu was watching the battle before. There were many heroes gathered there. Shen Leling did not dare to get close. It was normal for him to find a place to hide.

Yan Nu didn't think much about it at the time. Now that he was sure that there was no sign of his sister within a radius of twenty miles, he realized that something was wrong.

Huang Banyun said: "She and the old ghost were taken away by a Taoist..."

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p.s: Sorry.