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Chapter 91 Growing Strange Things
Can't read other books anymore?

Yan Nu scratched his head, he finally got rid of the situation of being constantly hunted down, and planned to study hard.

Running happily in the woods, but picked up a piece of paper, so you can't read?

"I can't see it, what exactly do you mean?" Yan Nu asked.

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

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

"But since I got the book, reading them is like watching a child scribble."

"The content is chaotic and feels like a bunch of symbols, unfathomable."

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

"Like you can't read?"

Unexpectedly, Qingniao said: "It's a weirder feeling than being illiterate, and there is no pattern at all."

While continuing to run towards the outside of the mountain, Yan Nu asked: "Then I don't read books, can I read other things?"

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

"Ah?" Yan Nu opened his mouth wide: "Is this even okay? Even if I ask someone to write it on the sand and teach me?"

Jade Bird said with certainty: "No, I tried everything, and then I realized that these are all 'books'."

"How could it be..." Yan Nu's eyebrows drooped, his expression 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, and they were all called 'books'."

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

"The word "book" is very old. The earliest way of writing it was in the shape of a 'dry branch'. It is actually a pen with a box below it to indicate the written word."

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

"Later, it was derived that all carriers that carry text are called books."

Yan Nu was fascinated by what he heard, and suddenly said: "Eh? I can understand what you dictated like this."

Qingniao affirmed: "Yes, dictation is possible."

"Since then, I have had scriptures read to me."

Yan Nu nodded, although he couldn't read the book, but he could be taught by others... It just troubles others.

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

Qingniao was full of emotions: "Yes, there are about 500 kinds of spells written in the Wanfa book, not all spells are really there, and I found that the handwriting is varied, and there are even passages that are not spells."

"Combined with the absence of a name on the cover of the book, I realized that the book was probably blank to begin with."

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

Yan Nu suddenly realized: "No wonder it is tattered, it seems that this book has experienced a lot."

"Did you snatch it from someone else?"

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

It was because he had snatched it once, so he knew something about strange things, but he was still one-sided. The second time he bumped into Yan Nu, he wanted to get another vote, but he was ruthless...

The blue bird continued: "In short, I found that the spells were added by the holders of the past generations. Write down the name. 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 and learn spells by yourself."

"And every time a character is written, a person will be abolished in this way. After this person writes a second character, the handwriting will disappear, and only another person can write it."

Yan Nu lowered his head and scanned, there were at least forty characters on this page alone.

He couldn't help asking: "You said that there are more than 500 spells written in the book, how many people have been abolished..."

"I've counted it, more than two thousand words." Blue Bird muttered: "It's impossible that so many monks have used it, so it should be written by mortals. Anyway, mortals can't learn spells, so it doesn't matter if they lose their creativity."

Yan Nu listened, the man had already run out of the mountain.

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

Without saying a word, the blue bird unfolded its spiritual consciousness, and it could see a radius of three thousand zhang, which is only twenty li.

The farthest has reached the original valley.

Yan Nu shared the vision of the divine sense, and soon found Huang Banyun, this kid was leading a monkey, covered in bare fruit, and woven a grass skirt.

He immediately ran straight towards Huang Banyun's direction.

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

This small knife is really like a super organ of oneself, plug and play.

And as long as you touch it, even if it is tied with your hair.

"Huh?" While he was researching, the wound on his stomach healed quickly.

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

"This...do you want to eat it?"

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

Obviously, when it was inserted into the stomach before, the tip of the knife pierced the stomach pouch, which led to the characteristics of digesting it, and it was also adapted.

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

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

Sure enough, the knife melted away while in the throat tube.

There is one thing in him that ignores his 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 himself and getting used to it, he can't bite it a second time.

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

"Fire talisman!" With a thought in Yan Nu's mind, a will-o'-the-wisp appeared in Lingxu Cave.

After another operation, the Xuanji point burst out with qi.

Back, the Fire Talisman is in the Lingxu Point, the Water Talisman is in the Shenzang Point, and the Xuanji Huagai Second Point, as well as the Taihuang Baiyu Gong, and the Fenyiliehuo are also in the Dantian.

Yan Nu can feel all of this, but... sharing the spiritual consciousness of the blue bird, he can't see it at all.

It's as if these characteristics exist in the dark.

Unless they are mobilized, or launched characteristics.

"Huh!" Yan Nu casually mobilized the hundred-year-old true energy to gather in the dantian, and now he can see it.

From the point of view of spiritual consciousness, these true qi all come out of nowhere from the acupoints and rush into the dantian.

Only he himself can feel that he still has an invisible 230 million years of skill in the dark.

This is actually more like a state of strange object characteristics.

The characteristics themselves are invisible, just like the knife and the book of ten thousand methods. They seem ordinary, and who knows what characteristics they have if they don't come out?
As if they existed in a special realm.

Now Yan Nu's various characteristics are also in this state.

"Hey, the knife has grown again!" Yan Nu clearly saw with his divine sense that a knife grew beside his kidney.

It feels like the regeneration of flesh and blood, and it is still moistened with spring water.

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

"This kind of organ can only be repaired after being destroyed."

Yan Nu quickly understood that this was the same as the heart being destroyed and the flesh regenerated.

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

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

But if you just hold it in your hand, you don't grow a second knife.

Until Yannu threw it casually, with a bang, he plunged the knife into the rock.

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

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

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

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

This made Yannu's eyes brighten, and he spewed 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 melted by Yan Nu's flames.

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

"As it is with knives, it must be true of other things."

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

"If I knew this earlier, I should have adapted the black iron gun last night, so that I wouldn't be melted by my own flame."

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 weapon right away, after all, if he wanted to start adapting, he had to "shine the fire in the sky and shine brightly in all directions" and provoke countless powerful enemies.

Wouldn't it just go back again?Finally, all the traits have become hidden mode, and now he only wants to understand the world from a normal perspective.

"Reading, reading... no, it's studying, I want to study hard!"

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

He tied two small knives in his hair, one hanging behind each ear.

Then happily mobilized her hundred-year-old skills, and ran wildly, two small knives flying with her hair.

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

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

When Huang Banyun saw him, he was taken aback for a moment, and then ran towards him happily: "Brother Jiang!"

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

Huang Banyun was very embarrassed: "Isn't it broken last night... Who gave you your clothes?"

"A monk, he even gave me a pill, but my injury is healed, you take it." Yan Nu handed over the pill.

Huang Banyun smiled: "No, you can take care of it, my wounds have been healed by Fairy Shen."

Yan Nu quickly asked: "Where are my sister and the old ghost hiding? I haven't found it yet, take me there quickly."

Huang Banyun's smile stopped, and he was stunned: "Aren't they going to pick you up?"

"What? No! Where did they go?" Yan Nu was watching the battle before, there were so many heroes there, Shen Leling didn't dare to approach, it was normal to find a place to hide.

At that time, Yan Nu didn't think much about it, but 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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　PS: sorry.

　　
　
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