Beauty Man: All Heavens and Immortals

Chapter 224 Once upon a time there was a mountain

"Once upon a time there was a mountain,

Its name is Shushan,
There's a pie on the hill,
Its name is Shushan School,

There is an old Taoist priest in Pai Li,
Tell the little Taoist a story:
Once upon a time there was a mountain..."

On the top of the mountain, on top of the bluestone, an old Taoist priest with white beard and hair was chattering stories, but he didn't know his audience, a young Taoist priest with delicate features, rolled his eyes and kept yawning, he was restrained at first , as the old Taoist repeated this childish and boring joke endlessly, the little Taoist yawned louder and louder, for fear that the old Taoist would not see the same thing.

"Hey, Wen'er, are you sleepy?"

The old Taoist finally discovered the abnormality of the little Taoist, and asked with concern.

"Master, I'm already three years old. I'm no longer a one- or two-year-old kid. Can you stop talking nonsense? We have this time, can we cultivate immortals?"

The little Taoist said seriously.

"Uh……"

The old Taoist was stunned, unable to laugh or cry, and said, "Wen'er, I know that you are born with immortal bones, but you are only three years old after all, and your body hasn't grown yet. How can you cultivate immortality now?"

"Even if you can't teach me the spells of five elements and five thunders now, then don't talk about these stories that even children don't want to hear all day long. Can we talk about something useful when we have time?"

The little Taoist rolled his eyes and said.

"Like what?"

The old Taoist humbly asked for advice.

"For example, the Shushan Sword Code and the Golden Elixir Secrets, which are the methods of cultivating immortals, no matter how bad they are, they are also contents such as the secret record of spells and the general outline of alchemy, which will be helpful for future practice, right?"

The little Taoist laughed.

"Bah! You think it's beautiful."

The morale of the old Taoist turned back with a smile and said: "These are all the unique skills of my Shushan School. If you are not the master, you can't see the whole picture. Even if you are a teacher, you have only practiced a small part of it. You want the treatment of the master when you say it. Who do you think you are?"

"Master, don't be angry. You are the only remaining Supreme Elder in Shushan. The current head should also address you as Grand Master Uncle. As your disciple, there is nothing wrong with enjoying the treatment of the head. "

The little Taoist smiled nonchalantly: "Or, what you told me before was all lies, the dignified elder, don't you have any face?"

"You little ghost!"

The corner of the old Taoist's mouth twitched, he was blocked by the little Taoist's words, he couldn't get down, otherwise his old face would be placed there, but the gate rules were placed there, even if he was the Supreme Elder, it would not be good to be upright Break the rules.

"If I hadn't used magic to calculate it, I would really suspect that this little devil was possessed by some kind of monster. It's such a trouble at such a young age, but it will be fine when I grow up."

I thought so in my heart, but I glanced at the little Taoist priest and changed my mind: "But this little devil is indeed born with a fairy bone, I am afraid that he is the reincarnation of a banished fairy, and after a good training, he will definitely be the son of my Shushan School in the future." Zhu, hey, in this world where demons rule, even my Shushan faction can only protect the people in a radius of a hundred miles below the mountain, it is difficult to control the whole world, maybe my apprentice is the guardian of the way from heaven?"

Thinking of this, the old Taoist coughed lightly and said, "It's natural to have a great face as a teacher, but each of the unique knowledge you mentioned is profound and profound, and most people don't necessarily know it even if they practice hard all their lives. To be able to achieve great success, not to mention all the cultivation, you can't chew off more than you can chew."

"Master, can I tell the truth?"

The little Taoist asked sincerely.

"Well, tell me."

The old Taoist stroked his beard and smiled.

"Could it be because your qualifications are too...some problems..."

The little Taoist said over and over again.

"..."

The old Taoist was stunned, and then he understood, blowing his beard and staring and shouting: "You little bastard, you want to say that our qualifications are too poor, so we can't practice all of them, right?"

"I can't think of a second reason."

The little Taoist tilted his head and thought for a while, then said with certainty.

"Okay, okay, okay, you wait here for me, I'll come when I go."

The old Taoist laughed angrily, stood up, and a simple and beautiful sword appeared at his feet.

"Master, where are you going?"

The little Taoist shouted expectantly.

"Humph!"

Responding to the little Taoist priest was the old Taoist priest's arrogant snort, and the sword shot up into the sky, leading the old Taoist priest into the clouds and mist instantly.

"Flying sword..."

The little Taoist looked at the place where the old Taoist disappeared, squinted his eyes, and muttered to himself: "This is the real flying with the sword, not the high-level martial arts and low-end version in Fengyun World."

The three-year-old boy stood with his hands behind his back, but his immature face showed wisdom far beyond his age. No wonder the old Taoist couldn't help but use magic to calculate. This kind of person is either a genius or a monster. Fortunately, Owen passed the test. Instead of walking the way of the sky, he joined the Shushan School.

That's right, the little Taoist is Owen who came through time.

Since the Battle of New York, Owen's consciousness has harvested a large amount of merit and luck, and the familiar space-time vortex reappeared. After playing a trick on Owen's Freedom Island, he directly sucked Owen into it.

When he woke up again, he found that he had turned into a baby boy and was abandoned at the foot of Mount Shu. If the old Taoist hadn't discovered it in time and brought him up the mountain, he might have died in this crossing.

"mmp! The younger you are, the younger you are, will you time travel directly to the fetus next time?"

Owen recalled so many time travel experiences and sighed again.

In the past three years, apart from knowing that this is the famous Shushan faction and that this is a world of immortals, Owen, who is too young, knows nothing about this world and does not have enough information to verify which world it is. Care, the most important thing now is to cultivate immortals.

"Master, you are back."

Owen's mind moved, and he was keenly aware of the old Taoist priest coming from Yujian. He restrained his thoughts, stared at the thick ancient books in the hands of the old Taoist priest, and smiled flatteringly.

"Humph!"

The old Taoist was still a little upset, snorted softly, threw the bulk of the classics to Owen, and said with a half-smile: "Since you think our aptitude is not good enough, you can do it. Well, this is the first volume of the introduction to spells. You study it carefully, when can you draw all the spells above proficiently, when will we talk about cultivating immortals..."

"Is that right?"

Owen opened the spell portal, glanced at it, then stretched out his hand and gestured in the air, interrupting the old Taoist's words immediately, leaving the old Taoist stunned.

"You, you, how did you do it?"

"Is it difficult? I remembered it after a glance."

Owen said pretending to be naive.

Invisible pretense, the most deadly!
"Yes, but where does your mana come from?"

With a photographic memory, although the old Taoist was surprised, he did not lose his composure. What really stunned the old Taoist was that Owen really drew the spell completely in the void. Although it was only a flash in the pan, it was indeed A spell in the true sense of the word.

This unique skill of drawing talismans in the void cannot even be achieved by ordinary disciples. It must be the ability of true disciples or even elders who have intensively cultivated talismans for many years and developed mana.

"What is mana?"

Owen asked.

He really didn't know that the talisman drawn in the void just now was just to slap the old Taoist in the face, so that the old Taoist would not treat him as an ordinary person. True Qi entered his body, moving with the lines of the spell.

"Dharma power is a name we practitioners use for strength. The journey of cultivation is divided into four realms, which are refining essence to transform qi, refining qi to transform gods, refining gods to reverse emptiness, and refining emptiness to combine Taoism. Each realm is divided into several stages. stage."

The old Taoist took Owen's hand and put it on his wrist. While searching for the source of Owen's mana, he explained: "Theoretically, only after going through the refinement of Qi, reaching the realm of refining Qi and transforming God, and forming a golden pill, Only when the essence, energy and spirit are gathered together can it be called mana, before that, it is more appropriate to call it the true qi of ordinary warriors, but in order to distinguish ordinary martial arts, we call it mana."

"Oh, so it's true anger."

Owen curled his lips and said, "I thought it was something high-end and atmospheric."

"Wen'er, where did the true energy in your body come from?"

The old Taoist felt the surge of true energy in Owen's body, and asked in shock.

"I do not know either."

Owen said half truth and half lie.

He really didn't know why the zhenqi in the star sea of ​​consciousness suddenly appeared. He had to know that the zhenqi he had stored in the past could only be used in the beautiful man world, but this time he could also use it in the world of immortal martial arts. It was the first time.

"Maybe it's because the level of the world of immortal martial arts that I traveled through is getting higher and higher..."

Owen guessed so in his heart, but of course he would not tell the old Taoist priest.

"Unbelievable, incredible..."

The old Taoist stared blankly at Owen, murmured for a long time, and finally said with surprise: "God bless the common people, God bless me, Shushan School."

"So I can practice all the unique skills of Shushan?"

Owen laughed.

"Of course, with your aptitude and the face of being a teacher, you can't practice. Who else can practice?"

The old Taoist said excitedly: "But..."

"But what?"

Owen frowned.

"However, you should proceed step by step. Your current body has not matured and is not suitable for practicing more advanced spells. As a teacher, you should start with the knowledge of spells and memorize spells first. When you are old, you can learn more advanced spells." Practicing magic is simply getting twice the result with half the effort."

The old Taoist stroked his beard and smiled.

"Okay, I will listen to the master."

Owen pondered.

"Hmph! Listen to me? You're only willing to listen to me if it suits your wishes?"

The old Taoist snorted lightly.

"Master, as long as you know it in your heart, why do you say it?"

Owen laughed.

"Let's go."

The old Taoist rolled his eyes, he really couldn't stand Owen's stinky fart.

"Where to go?"

Owen looked at it with gusto while holding the spell entry, and was puzzled.

"At first, I was just planning to let you quit. Now that you have such a talent, of course you should tell the master, and let him personally promise you to learn Shushan's unique skills."

The old Taoist pulled Owen, stepped on the flying sword, and flew over the cloud-shrouded Shu Mountain.

Owen looked down, admiring the beautiful scenery of Mount Shu, calm and composed, and even joked leisurely: "Master, so you were bragging before, but in the end it depends on the face of the nephew who is in charge."

"Although my seniority is high, my status is not as noble as Qingwei's. What's so strange about that?"

The old Taoist didn't take it seriously.

In front of a majestic palace, the two fell down.

"Welcome to the Supreme Elder, Master Uncle."

A young Taoist priest in white bowed and saluted.

"Xiaobai, where is your master?"

The old Taoist nodded and smiled.

"Back to the Supreme Elder, the head master is dealing with important affairs in the main hall, do you need to pass on the disciples to let the head master welcome you?"

Xiaobai said sternly.

"No, we can go in by ourselves."

The old Taoist waved his hand and pulled Owen into the main hall. While walking, he murmured to Owen: "This Xiaobai is good everywhere, but he is too serious and old-fashioned. He is more like an old man than me, not young at all. Human vitality, but it is a suitable candidate for the next head."

"Is his surname really Bai?"

Owen looked at Xiaobai's somewhat familiar face and asked with a strange expression.

"It seems so. I remember his name is very special. Yes, his surname is Bai, and his name is Baidoufu. I don't know who gave him such a name."

The old Taoist laughed.

"White tofu..."

Owen was dumbfounded, and thought to himself: "The head of Shushan is called Qingwei, and his disciple is Baidoufu. Could it be that this is the world of Paladin 3? But it seems that Baidoufu is just a nickname, and his real name should be Xu Changqing, and his appearance They are only seven points similar, what's going on..."

"Brother Sect Leader, Yan Chixia violated the sect's rules by breaking the precepts and having a private match with a secular woman. He should be deprived of his status as an elder of Shushan, his cultivation should be abolished, his Qiankun sword box should be taken back, and he should be expelled from Shushan."

A Taoist priest in his thirties shouted righteously.

In the middle of the hall, a bearded Taoist priest knelt on the ground. Hearing this, he raised his head and looked at the Taoist priest who spoke: "Jin Guang, isn't it just that I have suppressed you all these years, why is it so vicious?"

"Hmph! Yan Chixia, I'm just talking about the facts."

Jin Guang sneered and said, "It's a matter of the door, I think even the senior brother of the door can't bend the law for personal gain, right?"

"Junior Brother Yan, as long as you are willing to admit your mistake, I can give you a lighter punishment."

Taoist Master Qingwei, head of Shu Mountain, said.

"Thank you for your love, Brother Sect Leader, but I, Yan Chixia, am an upright man. Now that I am favored by Sanniang, we are already lucky to be married. How can I live up to Sanniang's deep affection."

The bearded Yan Chixia showed a sweet smile on her rough face: "Don't talk about this kind of thing anymore. Yan Chixia violated the sect and is willing to be punished."

"Eh……"

Seeing this, Daoist Qingwei shook his head and sighed: "In this case..."

"Wait a minute!"

cried Owen.

"The Supreme Elder, Junior Martial Uncle."

Daoist Qingwei and all the elders saluted at the same time.

This is the benefit of seniority. Owen, as the only surviving disciple of the Supreme Elder, even if he is only three years old, is the youngest in his 30s, and the elders have senior uncles in their 60s and [-]s.

"Exemption."

Owen waved his hand.

"..."

The elders were a little dumbfounded when they saw Owen's serious elder attitude.

"Master nephew head, now that Dao eliminates demons, every rightful power should be cherished. I think the bearded nephew is quite upright. Even if he breaks the rules of the sect, he shouldn't be beaten to death with a stick. It’s too wasteful to be a god horse, and it’s better to go down the mountain to practice and cultivate merits.”

While talking, Owen looked around the bearded Yan Chixia, thinking in his heart: "Isn't this Yan Chixia from A Chinese Ghost Story? Could it be that I traveled to the world of A Chinese Ghost Story? Then I don't know if there is Lanruo Temple and What about Nie Xiaoqian..."

"What the little master said is true."

Daoist Qingwei didn't want to punish Yan Chixia severely, but was forced by Elder Jin Guang with words, so he had no choice but to do so. Seeing Owen come forward now, he immediately wanted to push the boat along.

"Little Martial Uncle, Yan Chixia violated the school rules, she should be punished heavily, otherwise it would not be enough to warn my disciples."

Jin Guang retorted.

"Are you the uncle or am I the uncle? It doesn't matter if it's big or small!"

Owen glanced at Jin Guang, instinctively felt that the other party had a villainous temperament, and immediately felt disgusted, and opened his mouth to reprimand.

(End of this chapter)