It’s too difficult to cultivate immortality, so I used a strange beast to clone myself into a Taoist

Chapter 87 God’s will is like a knife!

Li Qinglin had already inquired about the fact that the only immortal cultivator in the royal residence was only twenty-one or twelve years old when he disappeared!

Practicing martial arts is not as early as possible. You need to wait for the muscles and bones to take initial shape and develop to a certain level before you can start practicing martial arts. At most, the foundation can be laid at a young age.

Heirs of big families are exposed to martial arts at the age of eight or nine. Poor families are naturally slower and can only start practicing martial arts at the age of twelve or thirteen.

Tightening the skin membrane to cover the whole body is a careful and complicated process. Even for Li Qinglin, who is still full of energy and blood, this process took half a year.

Strong meat is slightly better, it only needs to nourish the flesh and blood all over the body.

But the key is that the stronger the innate physique, the more difficult it is to nourish and break the limits of flesh and blood;
  For those who are congenitally weak, it takes a particularly long time to condense mercury blood, so the time required to strengthen the flesh is even longer than that of tightening the skin!

The same is true for penetrating bones, like needle felting, like picking thorns, and it is also a process of water dripping through the stone.

And the above-mentioned marrow refining, rounding of the five internal organs, and even the state of spiritual cultivation may have their own difficulties.

In the martial arts journey, even if a person is truly talented and has all kinds of training resources and secret medicines, it will take dozens of people to reach the peak of spiritual cultivation, right?
  Wang Changsheng, even if he started practicing martial arts in his mother's womb, he wouldn't be able to advance to such a state by leaps and bounds!

Unless he, like Li Qinglin, has a golden finger.

"I seem to have missed something. No, all the warriors have missed a key piece of information."

While thinking, Li Qinglin vaguely thought of something.

"Cultivation to become an immortal, what does it mean to be an immortal?"

"When a warrior locks his essence in five levels, a marrow-refining warrior can create strange phenomena, with flames, thunder, frost, and strong winds added to his body. Although the power is not great, it is very close to the legendary immortal methods.

When the five internal organs are in the round state, the energy and blood can be filled with smoke and smoke a hundred feet away. It is really like a man who is angry and bleeds.

Yangshen has all kinds of incredible abilities...

So, people who practice martial arts are really just a group of reckless men who are trying to polish their blood and throw bricks at themselves?

This reckless man is too strong! unreasonable. "

Li Qinglin recalled the feeling that the Liquan Master gave him when the Tribulation Territory expanded and Shui Hengliu was born.

Independent from the world, as transcendent as a lotus but without any courage and vitality...

A terrifying thought emerged in Li Qinglin's mind,

"That real person seems...not practicing martial arts?"

……

In the next half month, Li Qinglin basically stopped going to Wulao Qingxinzhai.

On the one hand, I broke through too quickly. I went to the gym to avoid being seen by a few senior brothers. All the details and passes of the Xuanyu Capture the Dragon Scripture in the Penetrating Bone Realm, Fubo and the martial arts masters in the gym have all been taught to them. .

Secondly, hearing that Shoufei was really moody and angry, Li Qinglin was instinctively disgusted and naturally did not want to practice under his nose.

Therefore, Li Qinglin often went out early in the morning and went to Fuwen Hall in the inner city to attend book meetings.

Due to the recent sudden wealth, there is no need to go whoring for free, and even spend a few taels of silver to ask the bookstore owner to search for ancient books on the origins and origins of immortal cultivators and martial arts.

At the book meeting at the same time, he casually mentioned that he wanted to know the information between immortal cultivators and martial arts masters. Unfortunately, what these book friends knew was only common sense, and they only promised that Li Qinglin would pay attention to it on weekdays.

After the book meeting, Li Qinglin would either go home to practice martial arts, or go to Ti Xing Division to do some martial arts. If he gained anything from practicing martial arts, he would compete with his colleagues in Ti Xing Division.

Occasionally, the punishment was mentioned, and Li Qinglin was invited to join him for a 'tea tasting'.

It is said that there are several new tea art actresses in the Jiaofang Division, who are good at eighteen types of dance and are soft and boneless.

But is Li Qinglin such a casual person...

The main reason is that he is worried that the people in Cangtian Shilu Temple do not respect martial ethics, and that some kind of demonic nun will corrode his mind in martial arts, and leave some psychological shadow at the critical moment.

At night, he would devote his mind to controlling the Jasper Yuan Toad to find a suitable habitat in the Nituo River.

Ordinaryness may be the essence of demon life.

Except for a few blind beasts that gave Jasper Yuan Chan a good meal, nothing important happened.

Whoosh!
  Outside the north house, under the bamboo forest.

As a dull sound sounded, Li Qinglin's figure disappeared as fast as the wind. The strong wind blew down the bamboo leaves, leaving a pair of shallow footprints on the spot.

Li Qinglin's figure flickered on the wall, on the top of the apricot tree, in the courtyard, and then returned to the outside of the North House.

Only then did a bamboo leaf slowly fall to Li Qinglin's feet.

"call……"

Li Qinglin took a long breath and frowned slightly.

His speed is fast, but in fact it is quite heavy. He relies entirely on his own strange strength to forcefully accelerate, and is far from being as fast as a dragon.

But Li Qinglin is still in the period of rapid growth in strength. He almost wants to devote all his time to practice and improve his realm, but he has no time to take into account the body cultivation method or some exquisite secret methods.

"Is this the trouble of genius? There is never a moment of difficulty, let alone the worry of falling into a bottleneck?"

Li Qinglin shook his head helplessly, his eyes as bright as lightning, and turned to focus on a simple and even inconspicuous beheading knife on the ground.

This knife is three feet seven inches long, with a blade three feet long. It is extremely dense and weighs more than seven hundred kilograms.

The overall shape is like a decapitation, but the handle is not tiger-shaped, but is dotted with fine silver sand, giving people a transparent and capable feeling.

The previous Tiger-Tied Beheading Knife was recast by smelting the silver scissors, and also added various precious metal materials including white sand silver.

It has become a hundred-forged weapon and was named Baishou Dao by Li Qinglin.

The name of the knife is gentle, just like the lingering autumn water.

When drawing out the sword, you can also let the person who is struck by the sword have in his mind only the most bleak thing in his life.

This knife, placed in the outside world, would cost three to four hundred taels of silver. If it had to be tailor-made by a forger, the price would naturally be even more expensive.

This apprenticeship ceremony for Third Senior Brother is indeed extremely valuable.

In addition, Li Qinglin also asked his third senior brother to help him cast a batch of fine steel arrows.

All of them are as thick as a baby's arm, some are arrows with normal arrow edges, and some have grooves reserved for inlaying fish scales.

Although Li Qinglin still has thirty-four cage fish scales left on his body, these are non-renewable resources. If they are not replenished, they will eventually be exhausted, so they are only used as trump cards to deal with powerful enemies.

On the other hand, the ten-stone longbow given to him by Master Fu half a year ago was a bit too much for Li Qinglin now, and he couldn't keep up with him.

Unfortunately, good bows are hard to find, most of them have owners, and they are even rarer than ordinary swords. Li Qinglin can only use his status as a direct disciple to ask the martial arts masters in the hall to help him search for them.

now,

Li Qinglin stroked the cold blade, the more he looked at it, the more he loved it.

It even feels like flesh and blood are connected.

As Qi and blood poured in, the white-shoued sword kept buzzing, and the astonishing light of the sword almost broke through the shackles of the blade. A fierce momentum swept over like a black cloud over a city.

But then Li Qinglin forcibly suppressed him.

The low hum of Baishou Dao was like an aggrieved little beast, and then fell completely silent.

"Hahaha, what a sword, what a sword! I asked the Lord to bring me the hidden sword. With this white-shou sword, I am afraid my combat power will increase by more than 20%!"

Li Qinglin stared at the handwriting on his panel.

[Skills: Herb Collecting Standing Kung Fu (Dacheng), Luqi Shibatui (Xiaocheng), Wufang Tianyi Sword (Dacheng), Bow Shooting (Xiaocheng), Xuan Yu Qinlong Sutra (Xiaocheng)]

Li Qinglin spent nearly half a year to finally master the Five Directions Divine Will Sword technique.

The sword skills recorded in it, even the last sword, God's will is like a sword, have been mastered.

Unfortunately……

Li Qinglin put back the Baishou sword and flicked the blade, feeling a little regretful and daydreaming.
  "No one asked me to strike like this."

……

Two days later.

Li Qinglin made a special trip to Fuwen Hall before dawn.

Just because a book friend sent a message yesterday, saying that he might have found the ancient book Li Qinglin wanted.

Moreover, the identity of the messenger made Li Qinglin a little surprised.

As soon as he entered the clinical private room on the second floor, Li Qinglin saw a familiar figure, wearing a green shirt, elegant and serene, chatting with others at the table.

"Pu Song, you're not dead?" Li Qinglin sounded a little surprised and said auspicious words.

Pu Song has not appeared since he last invited Li Qinglin to offer incense at the ancestral temple in the shanty town.

Li Qinglin was even ready to have a feast, but to his surprise, Pu Song actually appeared alive? !

Pu Song was a little confused when he heard this.
  "Ah? A few days ago, I went to Luoshui County with my parents to visit relatives, but I left in a hurry and couldn't tell you about my arrival."

"I see. Miss Gao and I have discussed your whereabouts and are planning to find out more."

"It's my fault, it's Xiaosheng's negligence."

Pu Song quickly stood up and apologized one after another.

When Li Qinglin heard this, he pulled it up with a smile, but a deep light flashed across his eyes.

Next to Pu Song, a handsome man with long hair and a skirt suddenly stood up. His tone was a little harsh, and he stared at Li Qinglin and said,
  "Brother Li, do you know that the last time Brother Pu went to the ancestral hall to worship his ancestors, he encountered some rogues and made them suffer a lot. If you also go with him, Brother Pu won't have to suffer the same fate!"

"Brother Zhu! This matter has nothing to do with Brother Qinglin. He has important matters and cannot escort me. Don't blame him."

Pu Song immediately stopped the man named Zhu and nodded to Li Qinglin apologetically.

Li Qinglin smiled and said nothing.

"By the way, Brother Li."

Pu Song walked back to the table, took out a piece of banner paper from the book box and handed it to Li Qinglin.

“Look at the content I excerpted to see if it’s what you want.

Unfortunately, the original book was in my old man's study, and he refused to let me in. So I sneaked in secretly, scanned around, and found this "Old Book of Jiwu".

Li Qinglin heard this, said some thanks, immediately took the banner paper, and looked at the writing on the paper.

"I feel that most martial arts in various places are inherited from the same origin and have different origins, but no one can trace the origin of martial arts and who created it under what circumstances.

Then he traveled around the thirty-six counties of Dajiang and major state capitals, exploring the wilderness, collecting folk customs, and even collecting old photos of the previous dynasties in the robbery area, and compiled them into a book for future generations to see.

It is said: The beginning of martial arts lies in big iron. From time to time, immortals and gods will support the iron-eating king and grant him two martial arts scriptures..."

The martial arts scripture was actually given by immortals and gods? !

Li Qinglin was shocked and immediately turned the page to take a look.

Then, it was gone again.

Li Qinglin raised his head with green eyes, which made Pu Song feel uneasy and felt like he was about to be stabbed by Li Qinglin.

"Brother Pu, I wonder if I can take a look at the entirety of this old Jiwu book?"

When Pu Song heard this, he felt a little confused.

"This... my father has always valued his study more than his life.

Well, Brother Li might as well go home with me and plead a few words in front of the old man. My father is soft-hearted, so he might agree. ” ˆ ˆ Li Qinglin nodded and said,

"Then I'll trouble Brother Pu!"

Brother Zhu just now took out a book, opened it, buried his head, and said in a faint tone,
  "Brother Pu is really a great person, but don't lead a wolf into the house, you will not be kind to others..."

"Brother Zhu!"

Pu Song frowned, interrupting the man's strange mood.

Li Qinglin sat down at the desk with a calm expression and joined the book club.

Half an hour later,
  Pu Song and Li Qinglin left together.

Pu Song's home is a small courtyard near Sajing Bridge near the east gate of the outer city.

Not rich, but still passable.

According to Pu Song, Pu Fu was a tea seller in his early years. He was born in a shantytown. Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. With the strength of Zhuangrou Realm, he single-handedly crossed the wilderness and went to Luoshui County to buy tea. After processing it a little, he resold it. Return to Feng County.

The original price of tea is two cents per catty, but after processing and transportation, the price can be increased to three cents per catty!
  What a huge profit!
  Therefore, he broke into the family business and settled in the outer city completely.

I got off the carriage and walked into the long and narrow alley.

The further we walked, the more remote we went, and the two sides gradually became desolate and deserted.

Crows came from nowhere, cawing on the branches, looking down at the two people on the ground with cold eyes.

Abandoned house, stone steps covered with moss.

"Brother Pu, haven't you arrived yet?"

Li Qinglin asked.

Pu Song walked in front and said apologetically,

"We'll be there soon. My father doesn't like noise, so the house he bought is a bit remote."

As he spoke, Pu Song's eyes quietly glanced at the Baishou Dao on Li Qinglin's hip and the long bow on his back.

"Brother Li, are you practicing martial arts?"

"Oh, I understand a little bit."

"Brother Li is admirable in both civil and military skills. However, my father doesn't like to dance with guns and sticks. He also asked Brother Li to remove his weapons when he entered the house."

"Huh? Is that so?"

At the corner of the alley, Li Qinglin suddenly put his arm around Pu Song's shoulders.

Pu Song's eyes showed confusion.

"Brother Pu..."

Li Qinglin held the knife in his right hand and lowered his head, making his face unclear.

"Has anyone told you that the evil spirit on your body...is so obvious!"

Whoosh!
  With just one knife, it came out of its sheath and slashed down, almost taking away the color of the world.

The crows fled in fright, the wind roared, and the fallen leaves and moss rolled up on the ground.

The Baishou sword formed a sharp arc. Behind the sword, Li Qinglin's eyes shone with a cold light.

Click!

Pu Song's whole body was split into two pieces, with only a line of flesh and blood on the front still connected.

But, no blood flowed out.

Pu Song let out a shrill scream, thick black smoke emitted from his body, and fled into the distance in a flash.

From the incision on the back, filaments like spider webs suddenly grew out. They pulled Pu Song inward suddenly and sewed Pu Song back up.

"What the hell?!"

Seeing this strange scene, Li Qinglin's heart skipped a beat, but the sword was not forgiving. It just buzzed, and the white-shouted sword flew through the air and went towards Pu Song's back.

If one blow won't kill you, then two!

Pu Song turned around suddenly, with a ferocious look on his face, the flesh and blood of his hands suddenly shriveled up, and he took the Baishou knife.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

Amidst a series of metal clashes, the palm of his hand hit the blade. It didn't feel like flesh and blood at all, but was as hard as metal.

but,
  Li Qinglin's eyes darkened, his heart pumped, and his blood flowed downwards. The crisp sound of the white-headed sword was like a dragon rising from its sleep, and countless sword lights scattered, completely burying Pu Song's body!

Boom!

Pu Song fell to the ground, and there were hair-like cuts on his limbs, torso, and head.

Pu Song stretched out his hand, his eyes trembling, staring at the Pu family's house one step away.

Eventually, the breath dissipated and there was no more life.

Li Qinglin stood with a knife in his hand, his arms stacked with muscles, exuding a formidable aura.

Are you brave?

Are you actually good at catching my knife?

Li Qinglin looked at the closed door of the house not far away, took a few steps back, and distanced himself.

As expected, this guy Pu Song was also taught by Heaven, and his martial arts skills were exactly the same as those of Luzhangke.

seem……

Targeting yourself?
  Li Qinglin frowned and immediately turned around, preparing to go back to the Criminal Division to report the case.

People are good at taking advantage of situations. Since you have a thigh as thick as Ti Xing Si's, if something happens, you should naturally hold him tightly.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he was face to face with a cold and hoarse face.

At this distance, Li Qinglin could still faintly detect the breathing of the person opposite.

!!!

Li Qinglin's heart skipped a beat and he closed his eyes suddenly, his energy and blood condensing on his body surface.

Boom!

Li Qinglin's entire body was thrown away, and with a roaring air wave, he crashed into walls one after another. Finally, he inserted the knife into the ground and dragged it for more than ten feet before he could stop.

Li Qinglin opened his eyes, a light flashed through his eyes, and slowly stood up from the pile of rubble.

"Wang Song?"

Li Qinglin was a little surprised when he looked at the old man with childish face and fair figure not far away.

This old man is naturally the protector beside Wang Xian.

But, when did he get involved with the people from Cangtian Shilu Temple?

and many more!

Could it be Shuihengliu?

Li Qinglin reacted suddenly.

"Your skin, your flesh, why are you so hard!"

Wang Song looked at his palm, which was feeling faint pain, and then at Li Qinglin, who had only white marks but was unscathed. The cobwebs under his eyes were squirming and weaving uncontrollably.

“There’s something wrong with you, there’s something very wrong with you!!”

Wang Song's voice gradually became sharper, and the bone marrow in his body was ignited, but a thin layer of ice mist formed on the surface of his body.

As the cold air spread, ice crystals formed on the ground and walls, like spikes, quickly heading towards Li Qinglin.

"You have a secret! There is a secret in you!"

Wang Song roared, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the place and rushed towards Li Qinglin.

Li Qinglin took a deep breath, feeling a little solemn in his heart.

One knife, if you can't beat him, run away.

Li Qinglin made up his mind.

The sword rises like an antelope hanging its horns, disappearing without knowing where it is going, and there seems to be sharp edges falling from all directions.

In the blink of an eye, Li Qinglin's figure seemed to disappear from the world.

There is only one white-headed sword left.

It's unremarkable, but it seems to accept all kinds of changes.

Elusive, just like...

God’s will is like a knife!

Boom! !
  The whole street shook for an instant, and sand and weeds floated off the ground for several minutes. It took two or three breaths before they fell.

A large amount of smoke poured out, accompanied by high temperatures that almost melted hair.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and Wang Song lowered his arms, staring blankly at the Baishou Dao in Li Qinglin's hand.

The cobwebs in his eyes dissipated into smoke, and his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

But a gust of street wind blew, and cracks covered his torso, like broken ceramics.

With a crash, it finally shattered into a puddle of meat.

Looking at this scene, Li Qinglin was stunned for a moment.

Wang Song... why has he become weak?
  More than a month ago, in the Wang family's camp in the wilderness, he still vividly remembered the scene where he took a slap from Wang Song and retreated.

In an instant, Li Qinglin reacted.

It's not that Wang Song has become weaker, but that I...

Stronger!
  The movement in the deep alley attracted the attention of others.

The smoke rising high made passers-by on the street stop and stare.

From the house behind Li Qinglin, a figure suddenly appeared, wearing a Taoist crown and a crane cloak.

He glanced at Li Qinglin solemnly, as if he wanted to remember it deeply in his mind, then jumped up and fled into the distance.

but,
  boom! !

Only the sound like the explosion of a cannonball was heard.

A figure as tall as a mountain, with muscles all over its body swelling and twisting at a rapid rate, and blood steaming into mist, appeared in front of him holding a knife.

Li Qinglin looked at this man and said in a low tone,

"Why are there so many of these mice that you are watching?"

(End of this chapter)