Strange Longevity: Starting from Alchemy for the First Emperor

Chapter 4 Flying rainbow pierces the sun, floating life with thousands of blades (seeking investment!)

The third year of Shihuang, September.

"Strange Version: I/VII"

"Current version progress: 91%"

The first emperor's second eastward tour began, accompanied by hundreds of officials, including Lord Yunzhong.

Climb to Tianqiong Mountain, offer sacrifices to the heavens and enshrine Zen, and deter the remnants of the six kingdoms.

It has been more than half a month since Chu Ci entered Dengxian Tower.

Falling leaves in autumn night, breeze blowing.

"Old Chu, I brought you a roast chicken and put it on the stove. I'm going to patrol the dungeon first."

Chu Ci, who was pondering cross-legged sword skills in the room, slowly opened his eyes when he heard Wang Fugui's voice.

"What realm am I now?"

"Did the meridian pass successfully?"

There was no one to guide him, and Chu Ci didn't know what kind of situation he was in now. At first, he would feel the meridians swell after absorbing and running the Immortal Book for half an hour, but now it takes three hours to feel the same feeling.

"Forget it, let's eat the chicken first."

Get up and open the door.

Chu Ci walked to the stove, took the roast chicken, tore off a chicken leg, and sat under the sycamore tree in the small courtyard to chew.

"The breath on Fatty Wang's body has become more and more wrong recently."

Chu Ci glanced at Wang Fugui's room, and a very uncomfortable feeling came out.

After eating half of the chicken, Chu Ci wrapped up the remaining half and left it for Fatty Wang to serve as a supper and teeth-beating sacrifice after touring the dungeon. This was also a tacit understanding between the two.

Picking up the wooden stick beside him, Chu Ci continued to practice his sword.

In vertical and horizontal swordsmanship, the strongest sword move in vertical swordsmanship is "Flying Rainbow Piercing the Sun", and the strongest sword move in horizontal swordsmanship is "Floating Life Thousand Blades".

It can be understood that one is the strongest single ultimate move, and the other is the strongest group ultimate move.

However, Chu Ci couldn't use these two tricks.

Now he can only copy the sword intent and comprehend bit by bit.

"Fortunately, life is endless, otherwise it would be impossible to master this vertical and horizontal swordsmanship after learning death."

Under the moonlight, Chu Ci practiced with a wooden stick.

Soon, the time has come.

"Not coming back yet."

After practicing the sword, Chu Ci adjusted his breath cross-legged under the plane tree, frowning slightly.

Touring the dungeon is not a technical job. Even if you encounter a demonized drug boy, you can deal with it in an hour or two at most.

After all, the steward patrolling the dungeon is only responsible for using the copper bell to stabilize the demonized drug boy, and the deacon patrolling the immortal building will take care of the aftermath.

At this moment, footsteps came.

"Not alone."

After concentrating on cultivating the Immortal Talisman these days, Chu Ci found that his hearing was much better.

The wooden door of the small courtyard was pushed open, and a young man dressed in the same clothes as Chu Ci, with a mole between his eyebrows, led a young man in coarse sackcloth and came in.

"Senior Brother Chu."

The young man with the mole first bowed to Chu Ci.

In just over half a month, the people in the surrounding yards have almost changed, and Chu Ci has become a senior in the new population.

"Ah."

Chu Ci nodded.

He was expressionless, and when he saw the young man brought in, he understood everything.

Fatty Wang, gone.

"Brother Wang has achieved success in cultivation and has already climbed to the second floor."

The young man's words were full of envy.

After speaking, he looked at the boy.

"From now on, you and Senior Brother Chu will be in charge of patrolling Cell A and No. [-]."

"Senior Brother Chu, a new batch of drug boys from Room A and No. [-] has arrived. The newcomers don't understand the process, so you need to lead them yourself."

Then the young man with a mole saluted Chu Ci again, turned and left the small courtyard.

The young man had obviously just been frightened, and his dark face was filled with fear, which was similar to Fatty Wang's state of peeing his pants.

"Go and rest."

Chu Ci spoke lightly, and the young man dared to run into the room that originally belonged to Wang Fugui.

The moon is quiet.

The night wind blows through the quiet courtyard, and the leaves of the sycamore trees rustle.

'Jiu Ge, I will definitely be able to cultivate to great success! '

'I want to ascend to the fifth floor of the Immortal Tower and become an onmyoji that is admired by thousands of people! '

'That eagle flying around in the sky is so fat, when did we take it down and roast it? ! '

'Old Chu, remember to leave half of the roast chicken for me! '

'…………'

For more than half a month, what Wang Fugui had said lingered in Chu Ci's ears.

"Fatty."

Sighing softly, Chu Ci built a fist-sized grave under the sycamore tree, put the half of the roast chicken in front of the grave, got up and walked out of the courtyard.

A No. [-] dungeon.

Chu Ci arranged all the [-] drug boys who came over into the class room, handed out a Tongxian book to each of them according to the rules, and then explained their daily things to do, and was about to leave.

"Don't go!"

A hoarse, complaining voice sounded in the prison.

Chu Ci paused for a moment, then had a flash of inspiration and patted his head.

"I feel like I've forgotten something recently. It turned out to be this old man."

Looking for the voice, Chu Ci came to the sloppy old man's cell.

"Heh, senior isn't dead yet."

Chu Ci greeted with a smile, and glanced at the cell floor from the corner of his eyes, which was full of circles.

Who is this drawing a circle to curse?

From the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the surrounding cells, and the detainees inside had changed from the one where Chu Ci lived in the dungeon.

For more than half a month, although Chu Ci did not go to the dungeon to inspect, Wang Fugui would tell him about the dungeon every time. The internal organs were removed, and he died a miserable death.

But this sloppy old man has nothing to do so far, and judging from the previous description of the old man, he has been imprisoned for almost five months.

"Thank you little brother, the old man still has his breath."

The sloppy old head was afraid that Chu Ci would run away again, so he grabbed Chu Ci's hand through the prison bars, and the expression on his face suddenly became surprised.

"There is no trace of magic in the body!"

"The eight channels have also connected to two channels."

Chu Ci took his hand back.

"Little brother, which mental method do you practice?"

What Lao Tzu practiced is Tongxianlu, the magic and magical skills of the eight classics!
Of course Chu Ci wouldn't say it.

"Old man, it's okay to help you pass the news, but this is a very risky job. I can only help you pass the message to one apprentice just because of the previous vertical and horizontal swordsmanship."

"Two, you need to pay more."

The sloppy old man rubbed his hands together, as if he was making a decision, he gritted his teeth after thinking for a moment.

"The old man taught you a ghost valley breathing technique. After you have completed this technique, you will be invulnerable to all poisons for a period of time after performing it."

Chu Ci thought about it for a few seconds, thinking that this thing is good, it is very practical, and it can save his life at critical moments.

"make a deal."

Then the sloppy old man took a deep breath, and poked Chu Ci's forehead with his finger again.

This time the old man poked very hard, and Chu Ci couldn't help frowning in pain.

After a quarter of an hour,
Chu Ci returned to the courtyard.

"Bad old man."

Rubbing his forehead, Chu Ci recalled the two names the old man said just now.

"Damn it, Wei Long."

What a fucking name ghost.

Although the name sounds a little strange, it is actually the soul piercing. Chu Ci feels that in this era, the words "fate" and "dragon" represent the destiny and the real dragon respectively, and they are extremely compelling.

And according to what the sloppy old man said, his two apprentices are both world-class swordsmen who have already entered the realm of extreme dao.

(End of this chapter)