Creaking——
The wooden door was pushed open, and a lot of dust fell from the narrow room.
The dust rose and fell, and Zhai Yanjun covered his mouth and nose, frowning as he looked at the small room. After the old man passed away, he didn't leave much behind, just the books in this room. He searched through the books with the last bit of luck, but couldn't find anything valuable such as checkbooks in the books.
Zhai Yanjun sat on the narrow sofa, as if surrounded by books, and sighed.
What's the use of these books? !
On the contrary, it's not as valuable as this room.
He was a little unhappy in his heart, and looked at these books. They were all ordinary old books.
Most of them were bought by the deceased old man in these years. They were printed and not very valuable. Some of them were even handwritten. Zhai Yanjun grabbed a book, and there was only a word "chuan" on the cover. When he opened it, there were also missing words.
After searching for the remaining content, it turned out to be the "Legends of Immortals" by Ge Hong of the Jin Dynasty, but it was just a handwritten version by an old man. The strange thing was that all the words "immortals" in the book had disappeared, as if they had never existed, and the other words were all yellowed, but they were all there.
He found some other handwritten books, and without exception, the words "immortals" had disappeared.
Zhai Yanjun didn't care much, but was worried about how to deal with the books in this room.
These books were too old, and there was no point in keeping them. Now there are newer and better versions, and most people are used to reading e-books. After entering society, fewer people read physical books, let alone these old books.
Thinking about whether he could sell them, he called someone who collected old books and asked him to come and sell all the books by weight.
However, the book collector also had a sharp eye. After flipping through the books, he picked out all the missing manuscripts and refused to accept them. Finally, he said casually:
"I collect books here to sell them at a stall. Your manuscript is missing pages and words. If you sell it, it will cause trouble for me. You might as well go to a place that specializes in collecting old things. Maybe they will still want it. Otherwise, just keep it in the bottom of the box."
The book collector rode away briskly on his tricycle, but Zhai Yanjun had a headache.
A place that collects old things?
He thought about it and suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a private folk museum in the old city area. A few years ago, it paid to collect old items.
.........
Wei Yuan took the elixir. Under the effect of the medicine, the evil spirit in his lungs and internal organs was slowly drawn out. After recuperating for a full half month, the injuries he suffered when fighting with the ghost king in the ghost area of Liu Village were finally healed.
It cost ten merit points.
In the past, the merit points that Wei Yuan gained from killing demons might not be enough to heal his wounds.
However, ordinary ghosts and demons could not cause him such a difficult injury now.
Wei Yuan used three cans of ice cola to lure the ghosts out of the inner room, then closed the doors and windows, took out the yellow talisman and pasted it on all four sides, sat cross-legged on the prepared cushion, exhaled and circulated the Crouching Tiger Technique, and the unique skills that Si Li Xiaowei had passed down from generation to generation flowed through his limbs and bones, and were already perfect.
Words appeared in front of Wei Yuan's eyes.
Spending thirty merit points in exchange for a deeper level of Crouching Tiger Technique breakthrough perception.
In an instant, the thirty merits all collapsed, and correspondingly, the Crouching Tiger waist badge lit up slightly, and then a talisman-like existence flew from the waist badge into Wei Yuan's spiritual platform. The operation route of the Crouching Tiger Art changed, becoming more complex and changeable, and becoming more and more perfect. Wei Yuan closed his eyes slightly, and realized the experience of the predecessors left in the Crouching Tiger waist badge.
Wei Yuan's current cultivation level is only equivalent to the cultivation level of the 1,200 subordinates under the command of the Sili School Lieutenant during the Han Wu period. At most, he can be regarded as an elite among them. Once he breaks through, he can be an official, and can be called a demon catcher, traveling around Shenzhou and catching demons.
The experience gained from the thirty merits guides the flow of his magic power.
And he also meditated and tried his best to remember the feeling of this higher level of practice.
I don't know how long it took, the talisman exchanged for merit slowly dissipated into nothingness, but Wei Yuan didn't notice this, just focused on the operation of the internal skills. Slowly, the operation of Crouching Tiger Technique became more and more handy. Suddenly, his body shook slightly, as if a tiger was roaring in his ears, and his consciousness hummed and seemed to spread.
When he slowly came to his senses, the Crouching Tiger Technique in his body had completely stabilized at this level and could flow naturally.
A layer of invisible energy emanated from his body.
If he was wearing a wide-sleeved long robe from ancient times, at this moment, the sleeves would be rolled up and the black hair would be slightly raised.
But in this era, there is no such abnormality.
It's just that the magic power behind him is flowing, and a colorful tiger is faintly roaring, and then it dissipates.
Wei Yuan practiced the technique several times before opening his eyes and clenching his fists. He did not feel a surge of strength after a breakthrough. Unlike the evil ways that paid a certain price in exchange for extraordinary mana, the righteous techniques are essentially to strengthen the human body with the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and this process must take time. The improvement of the technique only means that more spiritual energy can be transferred, making the body change faster and the upper limit higher.
In addition, it is possible to further use the mana.
The external manifestation is that the mana can be attached to the sword, so that ordinary iron and wooden tools can also kill ghosts.
And the effect of the spirit injection technique is improved.
For the remaining merits, Wei Yuan wants to wait until the technique is more proficient, and then try the major battlefields recorded in the Crouching Tiger waist card. Each generation of Crouching Tiger will leave the powerful enemies and demons that they have faced in the waist card through the moon dew, and the future lieutenants can hone their skills through the photos.
The key is the inheritance of experience to avoid being a Crouching Tiger but turning over when facing certain demons.
To avoid the name that has been passed down from generation to generation for more than a thousand years being ruined by some younger generation.
As for the Thunder Method that he coveted, the merit required was too great. Unless he did not improve the Crouching Tiger Technique and did not recuperate, Wei Yuan could not afford the entry-level Thunder Method, so he had to put it aside for the time being. However, this Thunder Method was passed down by Zhang Daoling, which made Wei Yuan feel like he had caught a sheep and was trying to get the wool.
Zhao Gongming, the Thunder God in Taoist history, was also known as the Marshal of the Mysterious Altar of the First Order.
The meaning of the Mysterious Altar refers to the fact that he had protected Zhang Daoling and guarded the furnace when he was refining the elixir.
Ever since he found this story in "Daofa Huiyuan", Wei Yuan could not look directly at the Marshal of the Mysterious Altar of the First Order. He always felt that this originally very high-ranking title was actually similar to a certain general who rolled up the curtain.
He exhaled a foul breath.
Wei Yuan held the Eight-sided Han Sword and performed a sword technique. His magic power flowed freely, much more freely than before.
When he was excited, his sword became more powerful, and the sound of breaking through the air was like thunder.
The sword light was cold, as if snow fell into a ball.
Suddenly, magic power flowed on the sword.
A sword energy slashed through.
The sound of a click made Wei Yuan's sword dance stop abruptly.
He looked down.
A black gap appeared on the refrigerator, which was not big to begin with. Sparks and smoke came out. Wei Yuan opened his mouth, and the sword energy just now lifted the yellow talisman on the door. The ghosts outside heard the sound, poked their heads out from the door, and then saw Wei Yuan, who was calm and slowly put away his sword.
And the completely scrapped refrigerator.
Water ghost: "......"
He stepped on the ground and grinned.
"Wow, wow, wow..."
A burst of ghost cries.
............
I swore to find someone to repair the refrigerator tomorrow.
If it couldn't be fixed, I would buy a bigger one.
And at the cost of three bottles of iced cola and a bowl of instant noodles with meat and eggs for each ghost, Si Li Xiaowei successfully reached a consensus with the three ghosts, and ruthlessly rejected Hong Xiuxie's request to listen to the song "Wedding Dress" outside at three in the morning, clapped his hands and pressed two layers of yellow talismans on the gloating iron scissors, and maintained the peace of the museum again.
Congratulations, congratulations.
After finally getting rid of these ghosts, Wei Yuan exhaled and looked outside. It was already night. He ate something casually, practiced the skills several times, and then suppressed the joy brought by the breakthrough of the skills, washed and rested.
But this time, the Crouching Tiger Technique after the breakthrough did not let him have a good sleep.
He had that dream again.
The Taoist temple in the wild mountains and ridges was littered with corpses like a land stained red with blood.
The difference was that this time, Wei Yuan stood directly in the Taoist temple, drew his sword and looked around in confusion. With the fierce tiger roar, the threshold of the Taoist temple turned into sharp white teeth, and the high and empty interior turned into a scarlet mouth. The entire Taoist temple shrouded in dreams was like the head of a tiger, biting down heavily.
Wei Yuan only had time to hold the long sword tightly and slashed violently.
Then the whole person was swallowed and bitten.
.........
"Ah!!!"
Wei Yuan suddenly opened his eyes because of the nightmare and gasped violently.
He breathed rapidly and slowly calmed down for a long time.
It was that dream again.
It was a long dream. Although it seemed simple, a night had passed.
Wei Yuan was no longer sleepy and was ready to get up. He was slightly startled and saw that the sword that should have been hanging on the wall was now beside him. The sword had been unsheathed, and a thin stream of blood slowly flowed down the well-wiped and well-maintained sword.
The evil spirit on the sword remained, and it was still firmly guarding its owner.
This dream and the changes in the sword in his hand made Wei Yuan unable to explain.
So he thought for a moment and knocked on the door of the flower shop opposite.
Although they were friends, he still had some things that he couldn't tell Zhang Hao and Zhou Yi. However, facing the goddess who knew each other's hidden identity, this concern did not exist. Although the other party was traumatized, her strength and cognition were above his own, and she would definitely give more intuitive and effective suggestions.
Wei Yuan told the goddess what he saw in the dream.
The girl held her cheek with her right hand and thought for a while, then pointed to the sofa next to her.
"Sleep once now, let me see."