I'm really not immortal

Chapter 6
Taoist Yuxu and Zhao Qingchan chatted late into the night. They had just eaten the New Year's Eve dinner when the former sensed the chill and secretly thought that there would be a heavy snowfall tonight, so he decided to sleep in.

Zhao Qingchan couldn't figure out what the uncle meant, so she fell asleep early.

These days, there is no mobile phone, no computer, no virtual game warehouse, and so much work every day, coupled with no internal force possession, if you don't go to bed early, you will definitely lose your hair!
as predicted.

The next morning.

Zhao Qingchan lost her hair...

No, he actually had a erotic dream, almost overflowing.

Fortunately, he was resourceful and resourceful, and knew the disadvantages of breaking his body, so he abruptly rejected my sister's unreasonable request!

And when he woke up, he first glanced at Taoist Yuxu who was sleeping late, then tiptoed to wash up, and when he opened the door, the chill hit his face.

Zhao Qingchan's eyes lit up, only to see the heavy snow blowing and the thousands of miles of ice outside.

The seven old pagoda trees in the courtyard of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion are already covered with hoarfrost, fluffy and magnificent.

He habitually carried the broom, stepped into the soft snow, and quickly ran to the scripture storage pavilion on the third floor.

Look around.

The mountains of Wudang are covered with silver, and the yushu and Qiongzhi are like mountains and rivers of ink and wash, full of ancient flavor.

"It's so beautiful." Zhao Qingchan sighed after looking at it for a long time.

Then he stretched out his hand to close the window to prevent more snow from drifting into the scripture pavilion.

"only……"

"Just what?"

Zhao Qingchan moved his ears. He didn't know who had come to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion. His voice sounded full of air, his feet were silent, and his breath was long, as if he was a master.

But here is Wudang Mountain, so it will not be an outsider.

So he smiled: "It's just that the sweeping is a bit tiring. The snow in the yard is full of snow, and I don't think it can be cleaned up in a day."

Then he turned his head and said again: "And judging by the weather today, it is estimated that it will rain for a few more days, but snow on New Year's Eve must be a good omen..."

Done.

Zhao Qingchan finally saw the person behind it clearly.

next second.

His complexion changed slightly, and he immediately bowed to make a mockery: "Third generation disciple Zhao Qingchan, see the head master."

"Get up."

"Yes."

He saw Zhang Sanfeng, the real Zhang who he had never seen in Wudang Mountain for a year.

Zhao Qingchan has never seen him before, but most of Taoist Yuxu and fellow seniors will tell the new disciples the appearance of the head master, so as to prevent some young and ignorant little Taoists from really bumping into their own head .

Zhang Sanfeng is nearly a hundred years old, with white hair and a childlike face, he looks hale and hearty, he has been wearing plain clothes and Taoist robes for many years, the corners are covered with balls of wool, his face looks dignified, but his eyes are very kind.

Zhao Qingchan pursed her lips, not knowing what to say.

Holding the "Southern China Sutra" in his hand, Zhang Sanfeng walked slowly to his side, and propped up the window again. The wind and snow hit again, but as if hitting an invisible wall of air, they rolled away one after another, forming a cloud. A very interesting picture.

Zhao Qingchan looked at Xue Jing with relish, but the latter sized him up a little.

"Zhao Qingchan, talented, has a photographic memory, loves to read Daoist Canon, has a stable mind, but is also a little out of touch.

"Well, according to his own words, the brain circuit is abnormal, and he can say whatever comes to mind."

obviously.

Taoist Yuxu had already told Zhang Sanfeng about Zhao Qingchan's living habits, character, and character.

The head of Wudang looked into his eyes.

very funny.

There was no sign of envy.

He doesn't seem to have much yearning for such extraordinary means.

But what Zhang Sanfeng didn't know was that Zhao Qingchan really had nothing to envy, he could easily do this in his previous life, let alone this life, it was nothing more than a question of whether he wanted to practice or not.

Zhang Sanfeng thought for a while, then asked: "I think sweeping snow is very tiring, so why don't you practice your inner strength and strengthen your physique?"

"Master Yuxu said that our Wudang sect's internal strength and mental method need to have a deep comprehension of related Taoism. He also said that many masters did not comprehend Taoism in the early years. Now there are many bottlenecks, and the realm has not been improved. !"

"Then I'll spend two more years looking at Daozang. I think it will be much less difficult when I practice in the future."

"Especially when I'm still young, I don't mind if I'm tired." Zhao Qingchan responded.

"Well, the idea is not bad, but in the face of the temptation to become a master of the rivers and lakes, it is very rare to persist in not practicing." Zhang Sanfeng nodded, and asked softly: "How many Taoist scriptures do you think you have understood?"

"Please forgive me for my lack of talent and learning, and now I have only mastered nine of the ten orifices."

"Don't know anything?" Zhang Sanfeng was slightly taken aback, and said immediately.

But he still couldn't help laughing, the brain circuit of the little guy in front of him is really unusual, he dared to say such words in front of him, I really wanted to slap him and rub him in the snowdrift...

"Hey, everyone says that the sect master is kind and friendly, so I just want to try it." Zhao Qingchan lowered her head and said, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help twitching.

no way.

I'm used to it.

twenty years of habit.

In addition, since he grew up in the starting point orphanage, there are so many unscrupulous brothers and sisters, how can he be like a normal person?
It's been less than a year since time travel, how do you ask him to change?
He has tried his best to restrain himself in Wudang Mountain. If he was in the rivers and lakes, he would have been a wild dog that had run loose long ago, gone forever.

"Well, even if you haven't read one book, how many Taoist scriptures have you memorized?"

"En." Zhao Qingchan hesitated for a while, and then said: "Almost one-third of the books in the Cangjing Pavilion have been memorized."

"Oh……"

"Huh???" Zhang Sanfeng's eyes lit up, but he still looked at Zhao Qingchan in disbelief. He couldn't help but ask, "Have you memorized one-third of the Three Thousand Daozangs in the Sutra Pavilion?"

Zhao Qingchan nodded, and he glanced at his attribute panel.

[You have successfully studied 1001 Taoist books, and the practice value of Taoist martial arts cheats +100% (successful). ]
[By analogy: the practice value of Jianghu martial arts cheats +30%, the practice value of Buddhist martial arts cheats +20%]
[By analogy: Your chance of breaking through the border increases by 10.01%]
[By analogy: Taoist martial arts secret book perception value +100%]
[Sub-professional Jianghu category: 6th level divination master, 6th level Fengshui master, 6th level talisman master, 6th level physician, 6th level array mage. ]
[Subprofessional Culture: Calligraphy Level 7]
no way.

Some sub-professions such as rivers and lakes are memorized below level 6, and do not require actual combat operations.

As for the level 7 cultural calligraphy, he wrote it silently over the past 300 days...

But just from this point, it is enough to prove that there are not only Dao Cang in the Sutra Library, but also many other books, which are simply all-encompassing and omnipresent.

Summary: For Zhao Qingchan who has a 'photographic memory', reading a book will earn him ten years of blood!
So he coughed lightly and said: "Well, how normal, anyway, I can't forget it after reading it once, so I read books faster, I like to ponder slowly in my heart at night, a few books a day, and now I have memorized a total of 1001 Daozang .”

Zhang Sanfeng's heart twitched, you are really worthy of the words 'photographic memory', he was over forty years old, he had achieved success in cultivation and his memory was continuously strengthened, so he only possessed this ability.

And Zhao Qingchan has such a talent in his teens. If this kind of photographic memory can be used in martial arts moves, wouldn't it be possible to practice a set of kung fu to the point of perfection in a few days?
of course.

Routine is routine, actual combat is actual combat, the two cannot be compared.

Only by dismantling the moves in the routine and using them on the opponent's moves can it be regarded as the real peak.

Otherwise, no matter how good a set of martial arts is learned, it will be like a gourd painting after all, and it will look scary.

Zhang Sanfeng didn't really think about what he meant, Taoist Yuxu often reported how many Taoist scriptures he had memorized as early as two months ago.

Now I can't be bothered to tell myself.

Looking at it now, it seems to be hit?

"Tsk tsk, my poor little junior brother..."

Looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, Zhang Sanfeng sighed a little, seemed to think of Zhang Cuishan who might have been killed, and said with a little sadness: "It's a good way to read first and learn later, just like "Tao Te Ching". Let’s see it thoroughly, since you are extremely talented and have enough perseverance.”

"Then read slowly, learn slowly, and when you have finished reading all the Taoist scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion in the future, you can come to the back mountain to ask me about some puzzles."

Zhao Qingchan was surprised, the meaning of this sentence was too obvious, and she was not reserved!

He hurriedly replied: "Yes, this disciple must study hard and practice hard, and live up to the entrustment of the head master."

"Okay!" Zhang Sanfeng laughed heartily, shaking the "Nanhua Sutra" in his hand at him: "The poor Taoist took the "Nanhua Sutra" and recorded it in the record. I'll take it back, don't delay the enlightenment of others."

"Yes, master master." Zhao Qingchan felt happy in her heart.

What is this called?
Zhang Sanfeng made it clear that he wanted to accept himself as a disciple.

Sure enough, if you are handsome, the great master will take the initiative to accept you as an apprentice!

……

ps: Please collect and recommend tickets.

(End of this chapter)