The Good Fortune Training System of Shrouding the Sky

When Murong Chuan walked out of the Moshuang Pavilion, it was as if he had fallen into the west. The entire Cuiyun Square was brightly lit, and the Huaguang Pearl burst out with colorful rays of light, like a glimpse of a metropolis.

Murong Chuan stood on a high place, stopped at Cuiyun Square under the night for a long time, and left with a sad sigh.

Homesickness is the nostalgia of every wanderer, but Murong Chuan came to the Big Dipper Star Territory somehow, and it is so difficult to go home.

Although it is also a human society, it is more pure and cruel here.Here you can be indifferent to fame and wealth, you can be unruly, and you can do whatever you want, but you can't be without strength.

What monks pursue is the state, and the promotion of the state is to become an emperor, and the purpose of becoming a great emperor is to live forever.

Young people have a lot of time to waste, and they can't appreciate the end of life, the torture of death on human beings.Whether in the world of practice or in the world of science and technology, the pursuit of longevity is the biggest and most arrogant wish of human beings.

Perhaps technology has not advanced to the point where it can curb death, but it has initially slowed down death.

Murong Chuan didn't know what the average human lifespan was on the earth that once lived, but it was definitely longer than in ancient times.Diseases that were once incurable can be cured with the development of science and technology.

This is not only slowing down death, but also playing with fate.Just like a monk, arrogantly speaking to nature, showing his fragile arms.

But it is this kind of arrogance, this kind of reckless greed that makes human beings go further and further on the road of growth.

Walking on the way to the small bamboo house, Murong Chuan had many thoughts in his mind.Because he bears the memory of two lives, his thoughts are farther than ordinary people.

Because there are two civilizations for comparison, it allows him to see the problem more thoroughly, and of course he has more worries.

"Hey, let's take one step at a time."

Murong Chuan sighed and pushed open the door, and the Huaguang Pearl emitted a fusion of light, illuminating the living room extra warmly.He sat in front of the bamboo table in the living room, took out his clothes from the alchemy stove, and took out the fairy grass record to read.

When exchanging for instilling knowledge, Murong Chuan already had a very complete analysis diagram of the spirit grass in his mind.

From the style of spiritual grass to its properties, from cultivation to picking, from pharmacology to purification, the steps are clear, detailed and easy to understand.

The purpose of Murong Chuan's browsing is not to learn knowledge from it, but to understand the existing knowledge level.Although the four sects are just small sects, they can be counted as heaven when united.

Their spiritual grass collection level at least represents the approximate level of the six caves in the Eastern Desolation Hundred Weeks.

People without long-term considerations must have short-term worries. Murong Chuan has suffered enough from being bullied, and coupled with many secrets, he naturally regards all forces as false enemies.

On the cover of Xiancaolu, there are three large characters of "Xiancaolu".

A man depends on his clothes, a horse depends on his saddle, and a book depends on its cover.There is no qualitative difference between a simple and plain cover and a fancy cover, it's just whether readers like it or not.

But the handwriting on the cover, especially the title of the book, are the clothes and saddle of the book.There is a huge difference between ordinary handwriting and the handwriting of a calligraphy master.

When you see the master's handwriting, it indicates that this book is absolutely superior, otherwise who would destroy their reputation.

"Isn't it? What's the situation with this worrying painter? If a monk relies on this thing to find spiritual herbs, he may be able to poison himself to death."

With excitement, Murong Chuan flipped through the first page of the Immortal Grass Record.Just looking at the first page, he had the urge to vomit blood.

The stream-of-consciousness painting style with wanton splashes of ink, the flamboyant annotations, and the pen-like comments are like a stream of clean water, and Murong Chuan's face is poured into a puddle of filth after being spat out.

Murong Chuan turned the pages with pain all over his face, and finally threw the book on the table, holding his head with the urge to dig out his eyes.

This is comparable to the graffiti of elementary school students, but it has the style of a master of calligraphy, and it has unparalleled lethality.

"Damn, I feel like my brain has been raped."

After sighing for a long time, Murong Chuan resentfully murmured to himself.But as soon as the complaints were over, Murong Chuan realized that one thing was very terrifying.

Huaguang Pearl needs to be infused with spiritual energy, and combined with simple spells, it can be used very conveniently.

But when he came home, the light in the small bamboo house was warm, who injected the spiritual energy, and who was controlling it.

As a code farmer and a tech house, Murong Chuan's home has all kinds of smart homes.Voice assistance system, and light sensing system, as long as he stands in front of the house, the lights in the house will be turned on automatically.

Over time, Murong Chuan has gotten used to it. When he comes home from overtime work at night, he will always be greeted by the most warm and soft lights.

It was precisely because of this habit that he subconsciously ignored this most obvious detail.

"Damn it, you must calm down. The situation is not that bad. If someone dares to be so blatant, it means that there is no malice or an acquaintance."

Murong Chuan held his head, trying not to make it look abnormal, but his brain quickly searched for countermeasures.

"Chachacha."

A crisp and sweet cry came from the alchemy room, followed by a blue figure shot out like lightning, and appeared on Murong Chuan's shoulder the next moment.

Hearing the familiar bird's cry and pecking at the soft beak of his ear, Murong Chuan felt relieved.

"Your vigilance is really not ordinary. Fortunately, you were abolished. Otherwise, depending on your vigilance, death is only a matter of time."

A melodious, haughty, yet seductive voice followed the cry, and Zi Luoyan also walked out of alchemy.

As if he didn't hear the ridicule, Murong Chuan lay on the table with his head in his arms, and continued to sigh as if he was in a daze.

The sparrow flew down from his shoulders, blinked its nimble little eyes, and stared with a humanized tilted head, as if it didn't understand its owner why it had such an expression when it saw it.

The whole body of the sparrow is azure, with soft and smooth feathers, like the most precious silk and satin, and faintly scatters an azure halo.It's about the size of a sparrow, but looks a lot like a hummingbird.

Not only does it look like a hummingbird, but its flight characteristics are also similar to that of a hummingbird.Hovering, flying backwards, or changing directions in an emergency, it is stronger than a hummingbird.

This sparrow is very beautiful, which is enough to show that its owner has taken good care of it.Especially those eyes, like black jewels, as bright as a baby's.

The sparrow lightly pecked at Murong Chuan's arm, as if comforting its poor master.

Zi Luoyan sat gracefully in front of Murong Chuan, said with a smile on her face, "Hey, you won't be so narrow-minded, you won't be able to bear it if you just say a few words."

Murong Chuan buried his head deeper, stretched out his hand to pick up the book of fairy grass, and sighed: "The mind is not small, it's just a headache."

"Well, there are still manuscripts of Xiancaolu?"

Zi Luoyan picked up the book curiously, looked at the cover, and commented: "The calligraphy is good, very imposing, and there is a trace of Dao rhyme in it, at least decades of skill."

Zi Luoyan commented casually, and flipped through the first page, then gave a snort, covered her mouth and giggled coquettishly.