Chapter 489 Dragon Demon’s Birthday

"This is the seventh day of the eighth lunar month, and it's not yet midnight."

Seeing the old man talking about him, Qin Shixian could only shake his head and echoed: "I don't know how many years have passed in the building. It's a good thing that you haven't forgotten the birthday of my ancestor."

Qin Yun lowered his eyelids: "This rebel has chosen a good day."

"Um?"

Master Qin's eyes turned cold: "Chi Zhui Yang?"

"Someone uses secret techniques to break into the world."

As Qin Yun walked, the divine realm surrounding him quietly dissipated. He walked outside the tower, leaning on the railing and looking at it. He could vaguely detect the subtle fluctuations:

"The sword intent is sharp, it should be the Chief Jingping."

"It's finally here."

Holding the spear tightly, Qin Shixian was filled with murderous intent. If the old man hadn't stopped her, she would have killed her long ago.

"Master's birthday...it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter."

Qin Yun's eyes flashed and he suddenly frowned: "Is this kid going to climb the tower?"

"who?"

Qin Shixian came to the railing, glanced around, and saw Master and Disciple Han Chuijun pulling Wang Wenyuan under the Bafang Pagoda:

"What a coincidence?"

"Maybe it's a coincidence?"

Qin Yun's expression was a little subtle:

"It's a pity that he's not...well, let's give him a try."

Qin Shixian didn't care, he just glanced at the edge of the secret realm:

"That Chi Zhuiyang, you have to let me kill him."

"Who kills and doesn't kill?"

Qin Yun's eyes were dark: "Since this traitor wants to enter the Patriarch Hall, we might as well make it happen for him."

"What do you mean?"

Qin Shixian was startled for a moment, then understood, and lowered the raised spear.

More than a thousand years have passed, and in most of the rumors in the world, there are only a few words about the Dragon Demon Taoist, such as 'Supreme Grand Master'.

But she has forgotten why her ancestor, who has spiritual communication with gods and has reached the pinnacle of martial arts, is called the 'Dragon Demon'.

Although she was relieved, she was still a little depressed:

"Then Murong Qing, you must leave it to me."

"As you wish."

Qin Yun turned around and returned to the tower. Not long after, he had crossed his legs and entered meditation. The rich incense lingered around him and then spread, covering the entire room.

…

…

The Bafang Pagoda in the night stands like a sacred mountain, thousands of feet high.

Under the tower, Li Yuan looked up and could only vaguely see the tower body.

Wang Wenyuan yawned and was curious again: "Boy Li, I asked you to climb the tower before, but you repeatedly refused. Why are you teasing me again this late at night?"

"There is no need to rush to climb the tower."

Han Chuijun was forced to come here by Li Yuan. He still held a copy of "Theory of Shapeshifting" in his hand. These days, he was also addicted to the Dragon Demon's handwriting and didn't want to go out at all.

"I've been in seclusion for many days, and it's time to get out and walk around."

Li Yuan just smiled, but his mind was actually wandering. He landed on the gray stone platform, and there was a faint light on the listening wooden urn, with lines of words flowing on it.

The Listening Wooden Urn does not record the results of every listening session, but after the Zhangyin Urn is promoted to the seventh level, it can freely mobilize the sounds of heaven that it has listened to.

[The Octagonal Tower contains a shocking secret...]

[Bafang Pagoda seems to be very fond of people with all kinds of qualities, especially on the eighth day of August every year...]

'The eighth day of August.'

Feeling the listening wooden urn, Li Yuan's expression was subtle. This was the first time he listened to Tianyin, and it was also one of the reasons why he was not active in climbing the tower after coming to the Star Reaching Tower.

When he was waiting for the eighth day of August, he pulled Lao Han out as well.

"It's up to you."

Wang Wenyuan saw that he didn't mean what he said, but he had no intention of getting to the bottom of it. He took out the token and patted the tower:

"Go ahead."

"Thank you, Master."

Li Yuan cupped his hands to thank him, snatched the theory of transformation from Lao Han's hand, and pushed him into the Bafang Pagoda.

"When it comes to having all forms, who else is there besides my master and disciple in Zhaixinglou?"

As the light and shadow intertwined, Li Yuan murmured in his heart that he was extremely interested in what was hidden in the Bafang Pagoda, or what the Dragon Demon Taoist left behind.

Buzz~

Light like water flickered in front of his eyes. In the next moment, Li Yuan had entered the Bafang Tower. He looked around and saw that it was the level he exited last time.

"It's a good thing that we don't have to climb again."

Li Yuan squinted his eyes and looked around, but he was not in a hurry to climb the tower. Instead, he took the elixir, sat cross-legged in meditation, sorted out his martial arts, and waited for the arrival of the hour.

In the past half month, he had immersed himself in the Dragon Demon's Handbook, using the classics left by the supreme master to sort out what he had learned from scratch, and he had benefited greatly.

Along the way, he has broken through the realm like drinking water. In less than ten years, he has walked a path that ordinary people would not be able to walk in dozens or even hundreds of years, and he has reached the threshold of blood exchange.

Although it is a great progress, it has also lost a bit of time.

Taoist Dragon Demon's understanding of martial arts has made up for this accumulation. At this moment, he is sitting cross-legged, with the true energy flowing around his body. The intricate energy veins in his body are looming, and from time to time there is the sound of running water coming out of his body.

"Martial arts practice begins with Qi and blood. It nourishes the energy through the meridians, tempers the body, strengthens the body to the point where it can change its shape and enter the hall, unblocks the meridians, refines the internal organs, and refines the marrow, until it is completed by exchanging blood..."

Li Yuan closed his eyes, and the dragon demon's handwriting kept flowing in his heart.

In half a month, he roughly read through the classics left by Taoist Dragon Demon. With his photographic memory, he memorized them all even though he had not digested them.

"I did the best at the time for the great circulation of qi and blood, the great circulation of true qi, the polishing of the internal organs, and the polishing of the marrow and bone fascia. Looking back now, although there are flaws, the foundation is solid."

Li Yuan said to himself.

He has always been very cautious when it comes to martial arts practice. Thanks to his stability, even when compared with the classics left by the Dragon Demon Taoist, there are actually not many mistakes or omissions.

It's just that Taoist Dragon Demon's realm is too high and his research is too deep, so that even with his foundation, there is still the possibility of improvement, consolidation, and expansion.

For example, the circulation of qi and blood. When he figured out the great circulation covering the head, even Long Xixiang's eyesight could not see any mistakes.

But according to Taoist Dragon Demon, the real great circulation must not only cover the trunk and head, but also go deep into the limbs and bones, covering even the smallest details of the whole body.

Thirty-six Qi channels are sufficient, but they can also be expanded to cover the whole body.

In the past half month, Li Yuan stayed at home, and while reading, he was also reorganizing these two major cycles. Thanks to his talent, he made rapid progress, and so far, it has been quite effective.

And this was because he was distracted from the root bone reform, otherwise it would have been faster.

"The handwriting left by Taoist Dragon Demon will definitely not stop at the theory of changing shapes, the theory of true energy, refining marrow and exchanging blood, and even the union of Taoism. There should be some, but they are not in the library..."

Li Yuan's mind wandered, and after sorting it out for a long time, he slowly stood up, took the pill, and performed the Zhuang Kung Fu.

With the blessing of unparalleled talent, even if he was immersed in the handwriting, his progress in various martial arts did not fall behind. Within half a month, more than seven or eight sects of middle and lower martial arts had reached the Great Perfection.

The shape of the changes has also gone further, reaching the number of eight hundred and forty.

"Thousands of shapes, only within a few months. Before that, I will probably try to contact the strange beasts on the Black Whale Road..."

After a long time, Li Yuan took a long breath and slowly stopped. He looked around and observed the changes.

Time has arrived.

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laugh!

A sharp sword light flashed out of thin air.

Then, Chi Zhuiyang slowly walked into the Bafang Secret Realm. He glanced at the Bafang Tower that stood like a sacred mountain, and felt relieved:

"Caught up..."

After a thought, he was about to rush towards the Bafang Pagoda, but was blocked by the red-gold sword light. Chief Jingping appeared and looked at him with a half-smile:

"Brother Chi, since we are cooperating, we should be honest with each other, don't you think so?"

"you!"
To be continued...